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You’re my ideal type

Summary: A video from a year ago of Oscar talking about his ideal type went viral, making his fans wonder why he chose his girlfriend. This leaves y/n with a lot of questions herself.

Note: First time writing for Oscar! I kinda went with the flow. Let me know what you think! 😌

Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: fluff/angst

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Monaco. I was out with two of my friends, enjoying brunch together and soaking up the good vibes.

We spent hours talking, laughing, and joking around, overall it was a fantastic time.

Afterward, we decided to go for a stroll. That’s when we stumbled upon a gorgeous spot with an incredible view. For girls, that can only mean one thing: a photo session. And, of course, we took full advantage.

We snapped countless pictures of each other—exactly what I needed. I’d been wanting to update my Instagram feed, and I knew Oscar would appreciate a few of these too. A win-win situation if you ask me.

Hours later, we decided to head home. Parting ways was bittersweet, but we all had things to do.

When I finally arrived at the place Oscar and I shared, I immediately went inside, feeling my social battery completely drained.

I glanced at the clock and sighed. There were still a few hours to go before Oscar would be home. Feeling a little bored, I decided to tackle some household chores to pass the time.

Eventually, I finished everything and switched to full-on "bed rotting" mode. As I scrolled mindlessly on my phone, I remembered the stunning photos we’d taken earlier.

Sitting up, I started going through them, carefully picking out the best ones to upload to Instagram.

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oscarpiastri Prettiest girl ❤️ by author

alexandrasaintmleux Gorgeous ❣️

yourusername Says you 💋

f1_dailylvr81 She's so girly coded love it 💅

fashionistaformula I can't be the only one thinking about that one interview of Oscar?

paistryln481 You're not alone, every time I see her I keep thinking about it

foryoutt16 Wait what? I'm lost, what happened?

cocosainzyy55 @foryoutt16 An old interview of Oscar when he was still in F2 resurfaced and he was talking about his ideal type and the description he gave matches nothing to his current girlfriend. People are suddenly bringing this up again, wondering why he didn't choose his ideal type.

foryoutt16 Oh damn that's rough...

The comments and likes flooded in, as they always did. Sometimes, I forgot that I was dating an F1 driver. It came with its own kind of spotlight.

But as I scrolled through the comments under my post, a few things caught my attention.

One comment in particular stood out: something about an old interview of Oscar.

Confused and curious, I decided to look it up. Little did I know, I was about to regret it...

My stomach twisted into knots as I watched the video, realization sinking in. Oscar described his ideal woman, and her characteristics were unlike ones I possessed. I felt a wave of insecurities and doubts wash over me, each word a reminder of how I didn't fit the bill for his ideal partner.

My heart sank with every word he spoke, describing his ideal woman's qualities, and every one felt like another reminder of how far off the mark I was.

I couldn't help but wonder, "Why did he choose me?" His words stung, and I questioned whether he settled for less than his ideal because he didn't have better options.

On cue, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke, Oscar returned home and called out my name. His voice echoed through the hallway, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. I hesitated, a mix of fear and confusion gripping me, as I debated whether to face him with this newfound knowledge.

He entered the room with a warm smile, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. He greeted me with a gentle kiss on the forehead before starting to speak in sweet words.

"Hey babe, how was your day?" he asked, completely unaware of the recent discovery I made.

I forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside as I replied, "It was fine," my voice trying to mask the disappointment and insecurity that bubbled up.

The words left my lips, sounding hollow compared to the usual warmth in my tone.

Oscar sensed the hint of falsity in my fake smile. His observant nature picked up on the subtle cues of my distress, and he recognized that something was off. Yet, instead of immediately asking about it, he chose to hold off, observing to see if I would bring it up.

Oscar wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He kissed my temple gently, his touch providing a temporary sense of comfort.

He knew something was bothering me and chose not to press, offering a moment of respite instead. "Do you want takeout?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

I replied softly, trying to match his tenderness, "Sounds good." Despite my conflicting emotions, I didn't want to dampen the mood by revealing my insecurities.

"Takeout sounds great," I said, attempting to sound cheerful.

Oscar reluctantly let go of me, reaching for the phone to place the takeout order. In his absence, I seized the opportunity to sneak a look in the mirror, as well as to search for pictures of Oscar's ideal type.

I scoured the internet, comparing every aspect of my appearance to the images of his ideal woman. The comparison fueled my insecurities, amplifying the feeling of not measuring up.

My tears threatened to spill as I stood there, comparing myself to Oscar's ideal, but before they could, I heard Oscar's voice calling out.

"Y/n baby, the food will be here in twenty minutes," he informed me. I swiftly wiped away the tears before responding, attempting to hide the vulnerability in my voice, "Okay, thanks for letting me know."

Splashing my face with water to compose myself, hoping to hide any traces of my tears and distress. With determination, I dried my face and returned to the room where Oscar was, trying to mask my vulnerability.

After the food came, we ate together. I was quiet, it was mainly Oscar talking which was odd because normally it was always me talking and he would listen. We were currently cuddled up together after eating

Despite our cozy cuddle on the couch, my mind was preoccupied with worries. Thoughts like "What if he leaves me?" and "What if I'm not good enough?" consumed me.

Oscar noticed my distraction and asked if I was alright, concern in his voice. I replied, "Just tired," and although he didn't fully believe it, he decided not to push further.

Oscar spoke up once more, his voice soft and reassuring. "Y/n?" he began, his eyes searching mine.

"You know I love you, right? If there's anything bothering you, you know you can tell me," he emphasized, his tone filled with patience and support.

I nodded, attempting to hide the depth of my worries and insecurities. "Yeah, I know. I love you too," I responded, trying to sound reassuring.

The words felt heavy, knowing the weight of my unspoken fears.

A few weeks had passed since that moment of insecurity, and I had been avoiding Oscar, even though we lived together. I had made excuses to skip every Grand Prix, claiming I was too busy with work.

Yet, here I was, facing the mirror on the morning of a home race, feeling utterly unprepared. The interview weighed heavily on my mind, and I wasn't in the right state to face it.

Standing in front of my reflection, I looked at myself, thoughts of my inadequacy resurfacing.

Oscar entered the room, his gaze settling on me. He positioned himself behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my head.

His presence brought both comfort and nerves as I stood in front of the mirror, still grappling with my insecurities.

He spoke softly, his compliment genuine and sweet. "I didn't know it was possible to be this pretty. You look amazing love," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

I stepped away from him, the compliment not offering the comfort it usually would. My actions were distant, as if I was subconsciously putting up a barrier.

"Thanks," I responded distantly, my tone devoid of the warmth that usually accompanied my words.

The fear of his departure and my sense of inadequacy still lingered in my heart, casting a shadow over the moment.

Oscar seemed puzzled by my distant behavior, his confusion evident. Seeing right through my attempt to avoid him, he asked gently,

"Baby, did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?"

His voice was tinged with concern, his eyes filled with hurt at my distance.

I quickly responded, trying to change the subject. "No, you did nothing wrong. Uhm, shouldn't you leave for the race?"

Oscar looked at me, his gaze lingering on me before reluctantly letting it go.

"Wait, weren't you coming with me?" he questioned, his tone hinting at his confusion.

I responded with a slightly busted attitude, "Oh, uhm, I'm not done getting ready yet. I'll come later, though."

It was a lie, and Oscar seemed to sense that something was off.

Despite the passing time, he decided to focus on his own preparations while stealing a moment to kiss my forehead before leaving.

I took a moment to muster my courage, realizing that Oscar didn't deserve being pushed away because of my insecurities.

With a deep breath, I prepared myself to face the day and attend the race, pushing through the weight of my doubts.

As the hours flew by, I found myself standing in the garage, watching from afar, torn between my worries and the desire to support him.

After awhile I decided to go to the restroom since I still had some time before the race started.

As I was walking, I heard voices behind me, and my name being mentioned caught my attention.

I stopped to listen, not that I meant to eavesdrop, but hearing my name made it impossible not to.

From what I could tell, these girls were likely McLaren fangirls. Well duh after all, they were dressed in papaya colors.

Girl 1: "It's crazy that Oscar is still dating y/n. She doesn't even fit his ideal type."

Girl 2: "I know, right? Like, she's not even close."

Girl 3: "Yeah, he must be leading her on or something."

Girl 4: "Or maybe she's in it for the fame and money."

Girl 5: "Oh, definitely. There's no other reason she would be with him."

The girls' laughter echoed in my ears, each comment like a punch to my heart.

Girl 2: "Seriously, you'd think he could do better than her."

Girl 1: "Yeah, she's not even that attractive compared to the other girls he's dated before."

Girl 3: "I bet he'll realize soon that he could get someone way better."

Girl 4: "Well, if the fame and money aren't enough, then he's definitely settling."

I couldn't bear to listen any longer, my tears streaming as I fled to the restroom, seeking solace to hide my distress.

Time slipped away as I stayed there, isolated, wrestling with my tormenting thoughts and self-doubts.

Meanwhile, the McLaren garage buzzed with pre-race energy, but Oscar couldn’t focus. His eyes darted around the paddock, scanning for any sign of you.

Anxiety churned in his gut as he spotted his teammate leaning casually against a workbench.

“Lando!” Oscar called, walking over briskly.

Lando glanced up, eyebrows raised. “What’s up, mate?”

Oscar hesitated before blurting out, “Have you seen Y/N anywhere?”

Lando frowned, clearly puzzled. “No, mate, haven’t seen her. Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve seen her around for the last few races. Is everything okay?”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, mate. She’s been so distant lately, and I have no idea what I’ve done to upset her.”

Lando’s expression softened, a mix of pity and thoughtfulness. “Could it maybe have to do with that video that went viral again?”

Oscar blinked, confused. “What video? That old F2 interview of mine? That was years ago! I was just joking in most of it anyway.”

Lando shrugged, giving him a pointed look. “Mate, you might want to check the comments under her recent Instagram post. I think that’s your answer.”

With a sympathetic pat on the back, Lando turned and walked off, leaving Oscar alone with his thoughts.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers quickly navigating to your profile. The comments under your latest post hit him like a brick.

“Oh no,” Oscar muttered, his stomach sinking. “No wonder she’s been distant…”

He mentally kicked himself, remembering that dumb interview where he’d been too cocky for his own good.

“I didn’t even mean half the stuff I said,” he whispered to himself, cringing at the memory.

Before he could search for you and explain himself, a crew member called his name, dragging him toward the car for pre-race preparations.

“Great timing,” he muttered under his breath. But he made a promise to himself: as soon as this race was over, he’d find you and make things right.

Meanwhile, back to you, the restroom break had taken longer than expected. The initial plan to kill time before the race started had backfired; now, a dull ache was forming in my head, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up on me.

I leaned against the sink for a moment, taking a deep breath. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself, but the discomfort wasn’t going away.

Deciding it was best not to push myself, I pulled out my phone and quickly typed a message to Oscar:

Not feeling great. Heading back home. Don’t worry about me.

I hesitated before hitting send. He’d probably be confused or even concerned, but the last thing I wanted was to worry him.

With a sigh, I hit send and slipped my phone back into my bag.

As I stepped out of the restroom and headed for the exit, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

On the way, I also let Oscar's manager know I left, just in case he didn't check his phone.

I knew Oscar would notice my absence, but today, it felt easier to retreat than to stay and face everything swirling in my mind.

Little did I know, Oscar was already worrying.

The race had ended, with Oscar clinching a solid P4, just behind Lando. Though pleased with his result, his mind was elsewhere.

He wanted nothing more than to see you, to feel your arms around him, and hear you tell him how proud you were, just like old times.

But as he scanned the crowd, his hope began to waver. You weren’t there.

His manager noticed Oscar’s distracted gaze and approached him. “Looking for Y/N?” the manager asked gently.

“She left you a message. Said she wasn’t feeling well and headed home.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, his heart sinking. You hadn’t told him the truth.

A mix of frustration and hurt bubbled to the surface. Without a word, he decided to skip the team celebrations and headed straight home.

When Oscar arrived, he didn’t waste a second. Dropping his bag by the door, he called out loudly. His voice sharper than usual.

“Y/N!”

You were downstairs in no time, a soft smile on your face.

“Oh, hey, Osc! You’re back early. How was the race?” I asked sweetly, trying to act normal.

But Oscar wasn’t having it. His expression was hard as he stared at you.

“You would’ve known if you didn’t leave,” he said, his voice laced with frustration.

Guilt washed over me, and you stammered, “I’m sorry, Osc. I wasn’t feeling well-”

“Cut the crap, Y/N!” he interrupted, startling you. His voice was raised, something he rarely did.

“When are you going to finally admit the real reason you’ve been like this? Tell me! I’m sick of it!”

I flinched but couldn’t blame him. He deserved an explanation. At the same time, I’d had enough, too. My emotions spilled out, my voice breaking.

“How would you feel if people kept telling you that your partner is too good for you? That you’re not good enough, that you’re too ugly, not their type, only with them for the money?!”

Tears streamed down my face as you continued.

“And yes, it’s about that stupid interview of yours! I can’t help it, okay? Call me dumb, call me a crybaby, but this is too much!”

By now, I was full-on sobbing, unable to meet his gaze. But before I could crumble further, I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me close.

His voice was soft now, gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve helped. We’re a team, remember?”

I sniffled, my voice trembling as I replied, “Those were your words, Oscar. I can’t take them back or change them.”

He sighed, his hand running soothingly up and down your back. “Babe, that interview was years ago. I was joking around the entire time. If you’d watched the whole thing, you’d see that.”

I shook my head, unsure, but he leaned back just enough to look at me.

“Since when is my favorite color pink?” he teased, a small laugh escaping him.

Despite yourself, you let out a small laugh, too.

“That's better,” he said, smiling.

“Listen to me. Everything I said in that interview wasn’t true. I was 18, tired, and didn’t even want to be there. I was just trolling to get it over with.”

I laughed again at his confession, finally meeting his eyes.

“There’s that pretty smile,” he said, his tone softer now. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, but next time, talk to me, okay?”

I nodded, wiping your tears. “I will. I’m sorry for doubting you… for pushing you away.”

He smiled warmly, leaning in to peck your lips a few times.

“It’s okay, love. I get why you did it. But don’t you ever doubt yourself again, yeah? You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. If anyone doesn’t deserve someone, it’s me. How did I get so lucky, huh?”

He cupped your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“Don’t you ever doubt yourself,” he whispered. “You’re my ideal type. Always.”

I laughed softly. “Alright, alright, I get it.”

Suddenly, Oscar scooped me up into his arms, bridal style, making me squeal.

“Osc! What the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

He grinned, shaking his head as he headed toward the bedroom.

“Nope. Let me show my gorgeous girl how much I love her.”

And let’s just say, the night ended perfectly. From that moment on, I never doubted his love for me ever again.

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oscarpiastri An amazing race to finish off the week. A big thank you to the entire team and the fans. Also a big thank you to my beautiful girlfriend for being the best support.

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yourusername So so proud of you Osc!!! Love you! 🩷

oscarpiastri Love you too pretty!

landonorris Well done mate 🙌 extra support is always great!

oscarpiastri Thanks man! You're right especially if she's just my type 😉

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lalalandnorris4you Oscar really gagged all of you haters purr 💅

frvrformulaonestan1 This is the cutest thing ever brb I'm going to cry 🥹

notyourfan481 Bro Oscar you don't have to lie we all know this ain't you

osclvy/n Girl stfu he isn't going to notice you ffs 🙄

lovelypeachlan4 You thought you did sum? Get out 👉🚪

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yourbffuser Looking like a snack 😋😍🥵

yourusername Love ya 💋🫦

oscarpiastri Gorgeous 😍

yourusername Love youu Osc 🥰

alexandrasaintmleux So so so pretty 😘

yourusername Says you beautiful 😉💕

lv4motorsports81 She's so pretty omd

manyyynorriz She's gorgeous, don't know what people were on about 🤨

banananorrispiastry81 🤢

nothingthelessnorris4 And you did this for what ☠️

piastrybakerlvr Move on he isn't going to notice you 🥱

lvlynorrisss4 Yet your comment didn't make any change to this world... Grow up 🤦‍♀️

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rainxthunder25 · 17 days ago

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Sweet treat ☕️✨

Oscar Piastri x reader

A/n: Just something short to get this series started 🫶🏼

You work at your best friend’s coffee shop. You both work the whole day, and Ashly stays an hour after to clean up after it closes. The shop is small but always has costumers. Most of the regulars stay and use the space to catch up on work or to catch up on calls. Early morning you get a rush of people heading to work looking for a quick coffee occasionally a pastry. You see a new face walk into the shop. Pale, tall, gorgeous hair, soft brown eyes. “Uh do you sell coffee?” He asks, you let out a small chuckle and notice his worried face “Oh you’re serious? Yeah this is a coffee shop.” He looks down to the floor “I’m sorry I’m on coffee duty today, my coworker usually picks up coffee for the team.” He says quietly as he observes the menu “I’ll take four hot coffees and any pastry.” You look at him curious “ANY pastry?” You ask just to be sure. He nods, reassuring his response. You give him an apple danish in a small box, as you turn to make the coffees you see he shifted closer to you. “Everything alright?” You ask him curious. He shoots you a small smile “I’m sorry, I took a bite and I need to take two more of those..” he pauses not knowing what he just ate “apple danish” you say answering his silent question. You give him a cup holder with the coffees and a bag with two apple danishes. “Thank you-” he pauses “what’s your name?” You send him a small smile “Y/n” you watch as he starts walking towards the door “Thanks again Y/n” as soon as he walks out, your friend Ashly clears her throat loudly. “I never thought I would see anyone more awkward than you.” You stay quiet shaking your head “SEE this is why you need your name tag. So that cute guys can know your name.” Your thoughts block out your friend while you’re getting back to making a fresh pot of coffee wondering what his name was. Or if he would ever show up again.

#x reader #x yn #reader insert #formula 1 #f1 fic #strangers to lovers #oscar piastri #op81 #op81 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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rainxthunder25 · 29 days ago

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Alrighty, I’m trying to write my first AU series. I need help choosing which driver to write about. Or if you have any suggestions feel free to comment 💕

#x reader #x yn #angst #reader insert #comfort #formula 1 #f1 x reader #daniel ricciardo #danny ric #oscar piastri #isack hadjar #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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rainxthunder25 · 1 month ago

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OSCAR PIASTRI | 15/6/2025

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lando: i’m sorry oscar: nah it's alright. i mean, i ended up alright, c’mon lando: it was all my fault, mate oscar: you're good

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rainxthunder25 · 1 month ago

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Don’t make me wait | IH6

Synopsis ♡ Your relationship with Isack is going extremely well and you're ready to take it to the next level. 4.5k words

A/N ♡ can’t believe that after 10 years in fandom culture, i'm posting my very own fanfic. The writing isn't great, the dialogue is eh and the smut is rushed but i WROTE this. I'm so proud of myself.

Warnings ♡ SMUT! 18+ mdni!!! Fem!reader, Strong language, google translated french, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, switch!Isack (sorta), he has a filthy mouth, p in v, protected sex (pls do this!), grammatical errors, this is barely proofread tbh, probably other things idk

You and Isack had been officially dating for just over a month now, though the two of you had been dancing around your feelings for much longer than that. It all started at the preseason “Meet the Grid” dinner. He was the promising new rookie and you, a wide-eyed media intern just trying to stay out of the way and do your job.

You didn’t even speak to him that night. Just watched from across the room, quietly taking in the way he seemed to slot in so easily with the senior drivers. He was charming, warm, and effortlessly magnetic. It was hard to look away. When he eventually caught you staring, his smile shifted, softening into something less media-trained and more… curious. You turned away quickly, heart pounding, trying to mask the flush crawling up your neck and ignore the flutter low in your stomach.

Yeah. You were immediately smitten.

It continued like that for a while, lingering looks across the paddock, stumbling through interview questions because he’d say something that could’ve been considered flirting if you thought about it long enough. (you didn’t though or at least tried not to, no way he would be flirting with you)

For a few weeks things never went any further than that. You figured he was too busy finding his footing as a rookie to even think about dating, and he was convinced you were either completely oblivious to his flirting or just too kind to turn him down outright.

When the Melbourne grand prix incident occured you felt your heart sink for him. You’d fought with yourself the entire day before finally just deciding to bite the bullet and reach out to him on instagram that night.

@youruser: Hi, I’m not sure if you know me but I work in the paddock

@isackhadjar: yes __ hi! we’ve met before, what’s up?

@youruser: I saw what happened today so i just wanted to check in, you know if you need a friend or a place to vent completely unbiased i’m available!

@youruser: …Not saying you don’t have people, just figured an outside perspective might help. Plus, I’m a pretty good listener

@isackhadjar: lol don’t worry i did not take it that way

@isackhadjar: how about coffee tomorrow morning?

@youruser: sure! Does 8:30 work for you?

@isasckhadjar: perfect, it's a date :)

And the rest was history. He'd asked you out officially somewhere in between the Bahrain and Saudi Arabia races and you’d been basically attached at the hip ever since.

Because the relationship is still so new, there are things you're both still discovering about each other. Little details, unspoken boundaries, milestones you haven't quite reached yet.

The most obvious one is the physical side of your relationship. So far, it's been limited to quick good luck kisses before quali or races, and soft, grounding hugs when the weekend doesn’t go his way. That’s it. And you’re okay with that. You're more than happy to follow his pace. You understand how complicated things can get when you're constantly under a microscope, with cameras everywhere and millions of fans analyzing your every move.

But still… as time goes on, it's hard not to want more.

You're willing to wait—of course you are. You’d wait as long as he needed. In the meantime, you make do with your imagination and the handful of photos tucked away in a private folder on your phone. No complaints. No pressure. Just quiet longing, and the hope that when he’s ready, you’ll be right there.

Then Monaco happens.

You’re waiting in his drivers room like you do after every race, drivers get a 10-15 minute break after each race before they have to enter the media pen so you and Isack use this time to catch up in private otherwise you’d have to wait until the end of the day just for a moment alone. He steps into the room and you’re on him the second the door closes.

“P6 Zack! P6 in Monaco! Baby I can't believe you pulled that off!” you say in between little pecks all over his face, he’s still sweaty but you don’t care at all, too hyped up on adrenaline and something else you don’t want to name yet.

“I know! I can hardly believe it either!” He laughs but he sounds exhausted, hell he looks exhausted, face flushed red and the imprint from his earbuds still visible on his cheeks yet the grin never leaves his face.

When you try to step back to give him breathing room he just makes a small sound of disapproval and pulls you closer, hands tightening around your waist until you're pressed fully against the warmth of him. He lays his forehead gently against your own and just takes a deep breath, like he's trying to ground himself in the moment. You stay like that for a minute reveling in the silence because you know any moment now you're going to have to leave and return to the chaotic world outside your bubble. Eventually you pull back a little just to look at him again.

“I'm so so proud of you Isack” you push his sweat slicked hair back from his eyes and hope he can tell how much you mean it. He leans into you again like he can't bear the small distance you've created.

“Merci mon ange” he whispers before pressing a searing kiss to your lips. It's hot, wet and nothing like any of the kisses you've had before.

One of his hands travels from your waist to the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair while his thumb rests on the hinge of your jaw moving your head exactly where he wants it.

His tongue presses against the seam of your mouth and you open up immediately—there's no point in denying it, not when you've been dying to kiss him like this. It makes your brain all fuzzy around the edges.

Your hands move to explore as well, one immediately gripping onto his bicep bulging through that skin tight fireproof shirt that has definitely made a few appearances in your dreams. The other lightly scratched at the short hairs on the back of his neck, causing him to shiver and let out a breathy little noise. Fuck. you want to hear that again.

You pull away from his lips and theres a string of saliva still connecting you together, you wipe your thumb against his bottom lip to remove it and he presses a gentle kiss to the pad it, his hand coming to cover yours and he continues to press kisses up, up your arm until he reaches your neck. He nips and licks up and down your neck and until he finds the spot that makes you arch into him, then he bites down.

“Haah- is-isack no fair I can't do the same to you” you manage with a keen.

“Sure you can, just gotta be somewhere discrete bébé” you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

He sounds so smug you can't help but tease him a bit, moving your leg so it's in between his. you press upwards grazing him with just enough pressure.

“Oh putain” he hisses out, hands tightening on your hips, he thrusts forward seeking out the friction again but you remove your leg before he can get it.

“Ok! Baby i'm sorry just please do something please” he whines out, his hips thrust up again chasing any type of pleasure he can get. He looks so good like this, all desperate just from a bit of teasing.

“Oh poor Isack, you get this hard just from kissing?” you pout at him sarcastically. The power you feel right now is unfathomable, you could get used to this. If only he knew how soaked you are between your thighs.

“Since you did so well today I guess I can't be too mean, what do you want? My mouth or my hands?”

“Your mouth please i-” someone bangs on the door of the trailer and you both jump a mile in the air.

“Hadjar! You're late for post race interviews let's go!” his PR manager yells from outside.

You sigh empathetically. He sighs as well tilting his head back against the door like he can’t believe his luck.

“Can't believe I have to talk about my best race finish with blue balls.” he mutters, adjusting himself so it's not as noticeable. You can't help but giggle. He glares at you with a look that says ‘this isn't over’ and heads out the door.

“We’ll finish this later ok!” you yell after him with another laugh.

Later doesn't come that night (and neither do you) or the rest of that weekend for that matter.

That’s the thing about triple headers. It’s three weeks of non-stop chaos, travel, and work. Between back-to-back races and packed schedules, finding even a single quiet moment alone feels impossible.

The tension from Monaco still lingers though. Looks across the paddock are now charged with something heavy, good luck kisses are a little longer, deeper, hungrier. It feels like you’re a balloon seconds away from bursting.

Things finally settled down after the race in Spain. Isack scored points again, and it was amazing to watch. He was steady, focused, like he was really starting to find his rhythm.

To celebrate, the two of you went out for dinner at a cozy, authentic Spanish restaurant Carlos had personally recommended. The food was incredible, the atmosphere relaxed, and for the first time in weeks, it felt like you could both finally breathe.

Now, back in the quiet of your hotel room, you're winding down for the night, full, content, and maybe just a little bit tipsy on red wine and the heated glances shared over the candlelit table.

Technically it’s Isack’s hotel room, you have your own on another floor with the rest of the media team but what your supervisor doesn’t know won’t hurt them.

You’re freshly showered and in one of his shirts and some boy shorts just scrolling on social media waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom so you guys can cuddle and start a movie.

The bathroom door swings open, and without looking up from your phone you call out

“Zack, I swear if they don’t give you Rookie of the Year, I’m burning the FIA to the ground.”

He laughs, voice warm and easy. “Love the energy, bébé, but then we’d both be out of a job.”

You glance up to respond, but the words catch in your throat.

You’ve seen Isack shirtless before on the occasional social media post—but never like this. He’s standing by the dresser, back to you, rummaging for something, muscles shifting under damp skin. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, clinging just enough to make your mind go blank. His curls are still wet from the shower, starting to dry into that soft, messy wave you adore.

And it hits you.

That’s your boyfriend.

This sweet, ridiculously good-looking, insanely talented man is yours.

How the hell did you get so lucky?

“You’re staring mon ange.” he says softly and you don’t even have it in you to pretend to be embarrassed because now he’s facing you while leaning against the dresser and you can see everything.

Your eyes zero in on the sweatpants again, they’re so low you can see his v-line and the trail of dark hairs leading down beneath the waistband.

You let your eyes trail upwards over the naked skin of his torso, still glistening from the shower practically begging you to lick the droplets of water up yourself.

But honestly it’s the chain around his neck that does you in. It’s shining against his skin and it makes you want to wrap your fingers around it and tug him closer to you like a leash, makes you want to watch it dangle in front of your face, makes want the feel the cool metal pressed against your own heated skin while he poun-

“Ehem” he raises his brows in amusement and your face does heat up this time.

“You just look really good right now” He preens under the compliment, standing straighter and flexing under your gaze.

“Oh? is that why you’re looking at me like you want to eat me?” he steps closer to the bed.

“Amongst other things.” you give a sly smile, scooting towards the edge of the bed.

When he reaches you, you stand up on your knees so you two are face to face. his hands find their place on your waist and yours around the back of his neck. You go to lean in for a kiss but before your lips meet you feel him, solid and warm against your leg.

It’s your turn to raise your brows in amusement now and he scoffs playfully. “I can’t help it, bébé—you’re in my shirt and barely anything else, telling me how much you want me.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence, though the curve of your mouth betrays you. “I didn’t realize stating facts was such a crime.”

He steps closer, eyes flicking down for the briefest second before settling back on yours, smoldering. “It is when you say them like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know exactly what you’re doing.” His voice is low, thick with the weight of restrained desire.

You bite your lip, a slow smile forming. “Maybe I do.”

He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, hands rubbing soft circles on the skin of your waist with maddening ease. “Then don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”

“I’ve been ready since Monaco,” you murmur, fingernails lightly raking down his chest. “And I always finish what I start.”

He lets out a stuttered gasp—your turn to make him breathless.

You tilt your head up and your lips meet in a passionate kiss, all teeth, tongue and weeks of build up.

Isack kisses you like a drowning man gasping for his first breath of air. It's desperate, consuming. Like he’s trying to burrow his way into your very soul. And you’d let him. You’d let him claw through your ribcage and settle into the space you’ve always kept open just for him.

Your lips part ways and you fall back onto the bed, slowly scooting up toward the headboard. He follows without hesitation, crawling over you until he’s hovering above. For a moment, you both pause, eyes locked. There’s no awkwardness, no uncertainty you might expect from a first time, just a quiet heavy knowing that every heated moment before now has been leading to this.

“__ are you sure?” he asks softly. You want to tell him that you’ve never been more certain about anything in your life. That there's nowhere else you'd rather be than right here, taking in every detail of his face, the way the city lights cast golden shadows across his features. But the words catch in your throat, too full, too much.

So instead, you just nod and reach for that damn chain, pulling him back to you once more.

your lips meet the skin where his jaw and neck connect, nipping and sucking there lightly just enough to leave a faint mark.

“I still owe you from Monaco, yeah?” you breathe into his skin.

“No you don’t have too.” he denies but you just scoff playfully and switch your positions so he’s lying on his back and you're on top, legs straddling his hips.

“Gotta finish what I started.” you grin and peck his lips before making your descent down his body. you pause at his chest tugging one of his nipples between your teeth softly just to hear that pretty little whine again before kissing your way down to the edge of his sweats.

The imprint of him is hard to miss and you can’t help but run your hand over the bulge and squeeze. his body jolts like he’s been electrocuted.

“Oh mon Dieu bébé, s'il te plaît, ne me taquine pas!” you don't know exactly what he's saying but the impatience of his tone gives you a clue. Oh my God baby please don't tease me

“Relax baby, I'm gonna give you what you want.” your fingers curl around the waistband of his sweats and you pause there, looking up into his eyes again with a silent question. He nods supportingly, bottom lip tucked between his teeth and his hips raise towards you. His sweats and boxers come down together.

Holy shit.

He’s not overly large, very proportional to his body but the thickness of him takes you aback. He has the kind of width that you know you'll be feeling for the next couple days. The tip is flushed red dripping in precum, your fingers wrap around the base and start kitten licking at his leaking head.

“mph-oh fuck” he makes a sound like the air has been punched from his lungs and your thighs clench together in response. His head falls back into the pillows. He’s so sensitive it’s driving you insane. Normally giving head is your least favorite part of sex but his reactions have you retracting that mindset.

You open your mouth and fully take him in going as far as you can, using both hands to cover whatever you can’t reach. his hips twitch up subconsciously and you gag.

“Putain, je suis désolé mon ange, feels so good” he rasps out. you just moan in response and the vibrations pull another breathless whine from him. Fuck, i’m sorry angel

you pull off of him with a subtle pop, hands continuing to work him over while you catch your breath.

“Do you want to cum like this Zack?” you ask and receive no reply.

He’s too blissed out, eyes closed, thrusting up into your fists.

you stop moving your hands and he cries out pathetically. his upper body bows towards you and when you meet his glistening eyes you almost feel bad for ripping away his impending orgasm. almost.

“I asked you a question.” it takes him a moment to find his senses and respond.

“I want it to be inside.” His voice is several notches deeper and the darkness in his gaze sets fire to your veins. His hands slide up your thigh, under the edges of your (his) shirt.

“Take this off cherie.” tugging it up with his assistance, you're completely bare with the exception of your little sleep shorts.

“C’mere.” he mutters softly, pulling you up to him again. Your lips connect, softer than your previous kiss but just as passionate. Your upper body presses up against his and the coolness of his chain makes you shiver in delight, giving you goosebumps.

You sigh deeply, body sinking into him further in contentment. He groans in response, hands tightening around your hips as he uses his bodyweight to flip your positions so he's on top. He presses up onto his palms beside your head. His biceps are on display like this and you can't help but lean up and bite one of them.

“Eh? What was that for?” he asks with a shocked laugh. You shrug with absolutely no shame.

“I've always wanted to do that.” he laughs again while you just gaze at him lovingly. When he catches your stare he bites his lip and the soft moment heats up again.

“Can I feel you now, cherie?” he asks softly, you nod and he's tugging off your shorts immediately, tossing them somewhere behind him. When you're completely bare for him he sits back on his haunches with a look of awe. You try to close your legs together under his unwavering stare but his hands grasp your thighs firmly keeping them apart.

“Ange, tu es tellement mouillée que ça dégouline sur les draps.” he says, thumbs rubbing warm circles on the underside of your thighs, it's nice but if he doesn't touch you properly soon you might explode. Angel, you're so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets

“Please Isack don't tease” you whine out. He smirk’s fingers lightly grazing over your center.

“It's no fun being teased, is it bebe?” he grins cheekily, “You had such a mouth on you earlier. Use it and tell me what you want.”

“Fuc- I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.” his thumb presses into that bundle of nerves rubbing light circles but you’re too worked up, it’s not enough.

“Ah Zack please!” you cry out grabbing his forearm in an attempt to drag his fingers where you really want them.

“Mmm ne pleure pas bébé, tu sais que je te donnerai toujours ce que tu veux.” his fingers slip into you and your vision whites out. Don’t cry baby, you know i’ll always give you what you want

“Oh shit- yes!” you moan, back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets. God his fingers are so nice, thick and callused from years of driving.

“Feels good baby? Putain, tu ne sais pas depuis combien de temps j'ai rêvé de ça.” Isack leans down on the arm not between your legs, brushing the sweaty hair from your eyes and laying his forehead against yours. Fuck, you don’t know how long i've dreamt of this

“Look at me, yeah? Wanna see you fall apart on my fingers.” you want to break away from his intense gaze but the hand grasping your hair keeps you right where he wants you. You’re practically drooling while his fingers abuse that sweet spot inside you.

When you feel yourself getting closer you try to warn him but all that comes out is “a-ah Zack i’m comi-ah!” before your eyes roll back and you claw your hands down his shoulders.

“Yeahhh fuck bébé that’s it.” he works you through your orgasm slowing his fingers down when you stop spasming around him. you feel him placing little kisses on your face and chest while you struggle to catch your breath.

You pull him in for a soft appreciative kiss and he melts into you. He slots himself in between your legs and you feel him warm and sticky against your inner thigh. You look down between your bodies and catch a glimpse of him, rock hard and tip fire engine red from lack of attention.

“You know, tonight was supposed to be about you.” you reach down to stroke him, he lets out a sharp hiss and grabs your hand to pin it beside your head.

“Continue comme ça et cette nuit se terminera tôt pour nous deux, making you feel good makes me feel good too don’t be silly.” he chastises you lightly. Keep it up and this night will end early for us both

Your legs raise higher up to his hips, opening yourself up to him more and he positions himself against your core, sliding between your folds covering his cock in your slickness before stopping at your entrance. He reaches over to the nightstand for his wallet for a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper and rolling it into himself.

“Can you give me one more?” you nod quickly and he grins “That’s my girl” The slow press of him into you has your breath catching in preparation of the thickness of him. He immediately clocks your hesitation and links his hand with yours, little pecks placed onto your lips in hopes of distraction.

“I got you mon ange, relax.” you do as he says letting out a deep sigh and he pushes in slow and steady until he bottoms out completely.

“You’re so pretty like this.” he nuzzles his nose against yours lovingly.

“Isack!” you groan out, hips grinding against his own with need “Oh God please move!”

“I know baby I know- just need a second.” he grits out, whole body shaking in barely contained restraint. He pulls his hips back until just the tip is there and then slides all the way in again. His pace speeds up and you’re losing your mind.

All you can focus on is Isack, the look of him all sweaty, lip between his teeth and his abs flexing as he pumps himself inside you again and again. You can’t even tell him how good he’s making you feel, the only thing coming out of your mouth is little ‘ah-ah-ahs!’ and broken intervals of his name.

Isack seems to be having the opposite effect though, his mouth won’t stop running.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long, since that fucking dinner party.” The hand not still linked in yours slides down onto your stomach and presses down just below your belly button and you scream.

“Fuuuck yeah bébé” he lifts one of your legs over your shoulder, cock reaching into you so impossibly deep.

“Wanted you so bad in Monaco too, would’ve told my manager to piss off just so I could bend you over that sofa in my drivers room.” he grunts out voice rough from exertion.

“And you’d let me too huh pretty girl, let m-oh fuck let me take you in that tiny room where everyone could hear how good I make you feel.” you clench around him hard at the thought. “mph-yes yes Zack please don’t stop!”

“Mon dieu look at you.” he’s babbling more to himself now, getting closer and closer to his peak. “Comment je suis censé penser à autre chose maintenant ? Je pourrais vivre dans ta chatte.” How am I supposed to think about anything else now? I could live in your pussy

His hips switch into a deep grind, pelvic bone brushing against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

Your orgasm hits you so quickly you don’t even have time to think let alone warn him. Your cunt spasming around him pushes him to his climax soon after and he wails out hotly against your throat.

“Holy shit.” he whispers before collapsing on top of you, sweaty and spent. He rolls over to toss the condom in the bin before immediately pulling your back into his chest.

It’s silent for a while, you two just basking in the afterglow before he presses soft kisses onto the back of your shoulders and neck.

“That was worth the wait, no?” you have no idea how he can sound so smug so soon after but you can’t help but agree.

“Of course, just never make me wait that long again.” you joke, turning in his arms to face him. Hands tracing over those beauty marks you love so much.

“We can go again if you want.” he says, wriggling his brows with a cheeky smile.

“Isack!” you laugh pushing his head away.

Ending was shit but thank you sm for reading! hope you enjoyed! 🫶🏾

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rainxthunder25 · 1 month ago

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My “are you blushing prompt” for Isack Hadjar💕 not proofread

Warning: Suggesting content. MDI🔞

A/N: This is my first time writing anything for Isack, this also my first time writing something a little spicy. I hope you all enjoy ✨

Your relationship with Isaac was in a comfortable place. The first three months went by flying, you can’t believe how fast time went by. Being able to do your university courses online you would travel with him when you have the time. You would visit during race weekends but didn’t really see him much, between media meetings, outings with the team, and fan events, you decided to stay to yourself in the hotels, Isaac would come and sleep just to wake up early and do it all over again. You were happy to be there for him and watch from the sidelines while you did your university assignments.

During Monaco some of the racers did a charity soccer game you had the opportunity to watch live. After the Monaco Grand Prix the boys had sometime to themselves before Canada, a nice break after the triple header. You were in your hotel room waiting for Isaac to get back like always. Finished with some assignments you had time to catch up on TikTok and instagram. When suddenly you see a picture of Isaac shirtless in the locker room from the soccer game. Instantly blushing, you realize you have never seen him shirtless before, in person. You’ve seen pictures of him, but this picture is the most detailed you have seen. For the next couple of minutes you sit there blushing in your bed hiding your face under a sweater that was on the bed. That’s when you hear a card slide to open the hotel door. Isaac tired from all the socializing and the busy past couple of weeks, walks in drained. He sees you hiding and flops on the bed next to you. “Who are we hiding from darling?” He asks peaking in through the clothing item that’s covering your face. “It’s too bright” you lie. Uncovering your face you see him getting up to turn off the lights, his shirt lifting up over his stomach as he reaches over to the lamp. Blushing again you turn to your side. Isaac mirrors your movement placing his hand on your stomach as he spoons you. “God, I’ve missed this.” He says as his thick accent tickles the side of your neck. He observes you for the next couple of minutes and suddenly sits on the edge of the bed. “Alright darling, what’s going on?” He says looking towards you. “Nothing.” You say too quickly for his liking. “Non sense, you’ve been too quiet, even for you.” You sit next to him hiding in his neck. “Did something happen while I was gone? Are you avoiding me? Is that why you were covering your face? Is something bothering you?” He asks turning his head as his eyes meet yours. “I-it’s stupid.” You mumble out. He tilts your head up gently. “If it has this influence on you, it’s not stupid.” God why is he such a sweetheart.

“Before you got here, I was scrolling through social media. When I came across this.” You say as you hand him your phone. He smirks “This is a great picture” he says proudly. “Go on baby, I’m listening.” He says hoping you would continue. “I-it made me realize that- you know, I haven’t really seen you like that.” He reaches a hand to your hot face, caressing your cheek “Oh darling, are you shy because you want to see me shirtless” he asks observing the blush on your face and how your eyes avoid his. He motions for you to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. Once you’re sitting next to him he takes your hand and places it under his shirt over his abs. “Is this what you want to see baby?” You stare at him a blushing mess. You softly move your hand around feeling his toned stomach. He places a small kiss on the side of your lips, feeling how hot your face is getting. He moves down and kisses your neck. Your eyes flutter and your breaths are becoming heavier.

He removes his shirt. You stare in awe amazed by his beauty. He sits back down next to you. “You don’t have to say anything baby.” He says blushing. You place your hands on his chest feeling his toned pecs. “You look amazing love” you say as you plant a small kiss on his cheek. Resting on his shoulder. “God baby, seeing you this shy.” He pauses to plant another kiss on your neck. “It’s driving me crazy my love.” He says as he sucks on your neck roughly. You let out a sharp gasp as your body tenses at the good feeling. “Relax baby, I got you.” He whispers before laying you down on the bed.

#isack hadjar #x reader #x yn #angst #reader insert #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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rainxthunder25 · 1 month ago

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Hello!

Can you write something about Bron Breakker with the prompt:

"He accidentally makes you cry"

Thank you in advance 🩷

A/n: Of course!!🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it, sorry this is a short one

You walk around your living room a nervous wreck watching Bron’s match. He has a tag team match with Seth against CM Punk and Jey Uso. After Bron joined Seth and Paul Heyman his on screen demeanor changed and you can tell he wasn’t a fan of it. He went from someone that would do anything to get what he wanted, to suddenly being a team player, a follower and needing constant guidance. Your whole world freezes when you see Bron is about to pin Jey, when suddenly he slides out of the ring in Seth’s aid who is currently getting beat by the commentators table. Jey takes advantage and jumps from the turn buckle on to Bron dragging him into the ring pinning him.

Getting back to making dinner you can’t help but to think about what’s going through your boyfriend’s mind. As time goes by you set up the table and take a shower. Coming back to the kitchen you see Bron coming in through your apartment door. You go to hug him and he just shifts his body away. “Not right now.” He says as he walks past the kitchen table. “Please, you have to eat.” He simply says through gritted teeth “I said not right now.” As he walks towards your bedroom. You let out a sigh and didn’t realize tears were building up. You keep telling yourself to get it together, but you can’t help feeling hurt. Crying quietly you put the fresh dinner in a container and clear up the table. Your silent breaths start turning into louder sobs. Your vision so blurry you don’t realize Bron came out of the room. You turn your body and feel Bron bringing you in to a tight hug. Your heads resting on each other��s shoulder as one hand is rubbing circles on your shoulder and another hand is soothing your hair. His grip on you is tight and caring. You take a deep breath in as his scent calms you down. He places a hand on your cheek, “I am so sorry baby.” A simple apology that means so much to you. You wrap your arms around him hugging him in response. “I promise you love, I will never let work get to me when I’m here at home.” You shake your head in denial “No baby. Wrestling is important to you. Blocking it off at home would be like blocking an important part of your life from me. I care about everything that’s important to you.” You say with a reassuring smile. He looks at you with his soft brown eyes “I promise I’ll work on communicating better on bad days.” You plant a small kiss on his cheek “That sounds like a better promise.” You say as you open up the container with food to heat it up again.

#x reader #x yn #angst #reader insert #comfort #wwe raw #wrestling #wwe #bron breakker #friday night smackdown #wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown

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rainxthunder25 · 2 months ago

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Prompt list

Hello everyone!!✨

I decided to make a prompt list to make requests easier for everyone🩷

With time I’ll add more prompts 🫶🏼

✨He accidentally makes you cry

✨“These reminded me of you”

✨“This might ruin our friendship but”

✨You accidentally break/ruin something important

✨“I love you but I’m tired of this”

✨ He avoids you because he likes you

✨“Are you blushing?”

#x reader #x yn #angst #reader insert #comfort #formula 1 #f1 x reader #wwe #wwe raw #wrestling

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rainxthunder25 · 2 months ago

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I do need you

Oscar Piastri x reader friends to lovers slow burn

Part 4

Warning: angst, comfort, mentions of alcoholic drinks, moments of anxiety and overthinking

pt.1|pt.2|pt.3

Since it isn’t safe for the drivers to go to public events lately. There’s a private event for the drivers and family/friends. Recently Oscar has been very distant and not himself. He even thought you let people “put their hands all over you” after he saw some friendly exchanges with some friends. Those friends being Lando, and your gay friend from university. After the heated conversation you had Oscar you told him from now on for the sake of better work environment you’re only a coworker to him. And even though your words stabbed you in the gut, you knew it was the best solution.

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Getting ready for the upcoming event you decide to wear something that’s both professional and looks good. You head to the front of the office building waiting for Oscar. You see Lando and the staff that’s going with him. “Hey Y/n are you excited?” Lando asks you as he walks towards you. “Honestly? Yes. I’ve been needing a distraction.” Before Lando asks what’s wrong a car pulls up to pick you up. Finally you see Oscar head out of the building. Without a word he walks past you and gets in the car. “Well good morning to you too.” Lando says noticing his teammate is more quiet than usual.

As you get closer to the venue you decide to remind the drivers about a few things. “Alright drivers remember this is an event only for drivers there friends and family of choosing. If anyone claims to be here with you that you don’t approve off, me and Henry will take care of it. We will be near you at all times when you need us.” As the car pulls over, before you all leave the car you tell the drivers to have fun “Please have fun and enjoy yourselves, this event was made so that you guys can relax after the recent events.”

Throughout the the event the drivers are socializing and drinking. Most of the staff is having fun as well but you along with a few others are standing to the side overseeing everything. You see Lando coming towards you. You quickly step closer to him “is everything alright Lando? Do you need anything?” You asked concerned. “Relax Y/n everything is alright. I just came to ask you to join me and some of the drivers. I know you’re doing your job but this event is also for you guys.” He leans in and whisper to you “You forget I can read you like a book. I know something is bothering you.” You just look at him in defeat. “Fine. But I’ll only have one drink.” Lando shoots you a smile “that’s fine as long as you’re having fun.” Little did you know that Oscar was standing to the side as well, watching you take Landos arm as he walks away with you.

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As you start socializing with Lando, Carlos and Rebecca you can’t help but to feel out to place. Like you’re not being professional or taking your job seriously. Lando nudges you with his elbow. “You alright?” You snap out of your thoughts and nod rapidly. “I’ll go make sure Oscar is alright. I have to make sure you both are alright.” You leave a concerned Lando wondering what’s going with you and Oscar lately.

You look around the room struggling through the crowd of people. You find Oscar sitting by himself in a table. You stand next to him but he keeps his head down. “Hey I just wanted to make sure everything is alright?” Still not looking at you he responds with a cold tone. “If I needed you I would have told you.” You let out a small sigh. So we’re still doing this ‘just coworkers thing’ you think to yourself. Without a word you walk away. Oscar again feeling guilty. You start thinking about the way Oscar has been towards you lately. Did you do something wrong? Does he really see you just as a coworker now? Your mind starts spiraling as you bump into Lando causing his drink to spill. “Shit I’m sorry Y/n are you hurt?” He asks seeing that your distracted and sad eyes. “I’m sorry I really am.” You pull your friend to a hug. “It’s not you Lando” you pause taking a deep breath. “I’m okay Lando I’m not hurt” you say as it feels difficult to breathe. “I-I’ll be back” you say as you rush outside. The nice cold air feels fresh on your face. You sit down on the concrete steps outside of the building and take a deep breath in, finally feeling like you can breathe. You feel warm tears spill down your face. The feeling of guilt and confusion floods your mind.

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Meanwhile Oscar is frantically looking around for you. He feels terrible about the way he has been treating you and didn’t realize how that may seem from your perspective. He wants the best for you and didn’t realize how he was pushing you away. He comes across Lando and remembers you were with him earlier “Have you seen Y/n?” Lando raises an eyebrow at his rushed and desperate tone “she ran out.” He says in a quiet tone. “She looked very sad mate. And if you have anything to do with that fix it before things get any worse.” Oscar gives his teammate a nod and walks out to find you.

His heart breaks at the site of you sitting and crying quietly. He sits next to you and whispers not to scare you. “Y/n” before you turn to see him you quickly wipe your tears away. “Oscar are you okay? Do you need anything?” Oscar wonders how you can be so caring when you’re in shambles. “Y/n- I am so sorry for the way I have been towards you.” He takes a deep breath in. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I miss my friend. I miss learning about your day. I miss our morning coffee and pastries.” You sniffle a little “oh Oscar. I-I thought I did something wrong. I even thought you disliked me for a bit. And to be honest I was terrified.” Oscar looks at you giving you some space to talk as his thumb softly circles your shoulder. “You have been nothing but kind and I feel like we were growing very close. A-and all of the sudden you’re so cold. You’re distant.” You let a small sob cut your words off. Oscar immediately hugs you bringing you into his arms. “I know Y/n. I’m so sorry for making you feel like this. For making you feel like you weren’t working enough or that you did anything wrong.” You look up at him “then why?” You let out in a weak voice. “I was scared. With the way fans and media have been treating us and our staff. I don’t want to see you hurt or in any danger.” You can feel the worry in his voice. “The thought of you getting harassed, or hurt by working closer with me and Lando. I wouldn’t be able to forget myself if anything happens to you.” You blush a little at how worried he is about you. “I’ll be fine Oscar. Things will get better and soon you’ll be racing like before.”

You look up at him a bit confused “Oscar?” He replies with a small hum “I get you don’t want me to get hurt or anything. But why have you been upset every time I socialize or do something outside of my work assignments?” Oscar clears his throat getting nervous. “See, that’s another thing I wanted to apologize for. You know how you mentioned that you and we have been getting closer?” He asks looking down. “Yeah?” You respond even more confused. “Look Y/n. I feel like we started to get closer, like more than coworkers.” He clears his throat again. “Um more than friends.” You blush realizing what he’s trying to say. “I think you’re a great person. And seeing your friend and Lando putting their hands on you. It made me a bit upset to be honest. Obviously it’s not your fault at all. And with the way I reacted, I’ve been pushing you away. And that’s not fair for you.” You can tell he’s running out of breath. “Oscar relax. You say squeezing his shoulder. I get it you were Jealous.” You blush a little “Honestly I would feel the same way.” Oscar reaches his hand to to yours. “I think it’s safe to say we both feel the same about growing closer to one another.” You chuckle a little. “Honestly I was scared that if you of anyone found out I have feelings for you it would ruin our friendship of make thing weird.” You tell him as you look up to him. “I was thinking the same thing to be honest. I’m so sorry if I made you feel upset these past weeks. You’re really important to me.” You can hear he’s trying to keep his voice from breaking. “I’m sorry I ever said that I don’t need you. Because I do need you Y/n. I need you by my side. I need to be by your side. I need to know if you’re okay..I want to be there for you through anything and everything.” You softly grip his hand “Only if I you let me be there for you through anything and everything.” You say as you rest your head on his shoulder. He smiles giving you a small caring kiss on your forehead. “That sounds like a lovely deal.”

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I do need you

Part 3

Oscar Piastri x reader friends to lovers slow burn

Warnings: Jealous Oscar, angst

Part 1 🧡 Part 2

For the past couple of weeks the FIA has been having multiple meetings to set new safety regulations for the drivers and staff. Not all the fans and media are bad. But when few started acting out of pocket and went viral a lot of people followed after doing more extreme things.

As you get ready in your office for your work day you get a text message from an old friend, Adam. You haven’t seen him in years.

“Hey Y/n it’s been a while. How have you been?”

The last conversation you had with him was when you first started working with McLaren. Around that same time he got a promotion in the fashion industry. As you reply to your old friend you start thinking about your time together in university. You break away from your thoughts with a knock on your door. “Come in!!” You say as you see Oscar through the small window in your office door. Oscar comes in with a muffin as you give him a coffee. It became your daily routine, you would even spoil Lando with a coffee if he was in the building. Oscar observes your bright demeanor “Someone woke up happy today.” You get excited and tell Oscar about your friend. “Yes!! I am very happy. My friend who I haven’t heard from in a while reached out.” Oscar looks at the wall avoiding your eyes “oh..that’s great” he says awkwardly. You’re too excited to pick up on his change in tone. Oscar pulls up his laptop. “Zak sent me up here. There’s a private event for us drivers and we need to set up a safety plan since you’ll be with me.” You go to your computer and open up some files “yes I was told of this event here-“ you get cut off my a text message.

“Are you still working at McLaren? I’ll be touring around there and I’ll be in the area.”

The big smile that made its way across your face made Oscars heart skip a beat. You had a beautiful smile, but he wasn’t the one making you smile. He lets out a small cough. “Oh sorry Oscar. Like I was saying…” you pause to text your friend back. “Y/N please be professional and stop wasting our time.” You stare at Oscar. He has never talked to you in such a harsh tone. But he is right. “S-sorry Oscar.” You start to feel nervous. What if you weren’t taking this job seriously enough? “I got sent these files, it’s the schedule for the event, and a layout of the place. I think it’s best if we hire a driver to take us for security reasons.” You can tell the energy in the room is changing. Oscar is quiet and looks kind of annoyed. After he leaves your office you text your friend back. You need to talk about whatever just happened to someone. You tell him he can stop by during your lunch break.

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In the lounge Lando has noticed how weird Oscar has been lately. He constantly asks about you and out of nowhere he’s completely silent and would even avoid you. You walk pass the two driver as your friends car pulls up. Lando watches as Oscars eyes observe the unknown car. “Dude you alright? You’re staring at her like you haven’t been avoiding her.” He just looks at Lando and quietly says “I’m not avoiding her. I just don’t want to talk about anything irrelevant.” Lando smacks his teammates leg “you know Y/n’s not irrelevant. Something has you upset?” Lando gets distracted by Oscars eyes narrowing at the front door. Through the glass the drivers see you run to hug a man. The moment his hands go to your hips Oscar gets up and walks away. Lando smirks to himself. “Ohhh so that’s what’s going on.”

Meanwhile Adam is complimenting how nice your skirt makes your body look. “Girl you’re looking snatched. How long is your lunch break?” You smile at your friend “I remember some of the clothing advice you gave me. I have an hour for lunch today since it’s a slow day.” You and Adam go to the nearest bar. He talks about his husband back at home and about his fashion show tour. “Hey Adam can I ask you something?” He looks at you “Hun you already know you can ask me anything.” You look around the bar “this guy gets upset randomly but at times he’s really fun and nice to be around.” Adam closes his lips thinking “when he’s nice and fun is that when you’re alone or with others? Because if he’s only fun around others but upset towards you he doesn’t like you at all.” Your heart skips a beat at the thought “no no he’s nice to me when we’re alone too.” Your friend laughs a little “girl then he doesn’t hate you. Maybe something specific makes him upset? You should probably communicate with him if you feel like it’s bothering you love.”

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Back at MTC you come in and find Lando. You bite your lip thinking if you should even ask him about Oscar. “Had fun? I can smell the alcohol from here.” You laugh at Lando “I am so sorry. I promise it was just one drink.” You say as you spray some perfume. “Who was that lovely man all over you?” You smack his arm “He wasn’t all over me. He was complimenting my skirt. And he has a husband.” Lando stares at you blankly. “Sorry for being nosy” he says in defense. “Hey Lando? Do you think I’m ever distracted at work? Like I’m not taking my job seriously?” Lando comes closer to you “woah y/n. If anyone takes their job seriously here it’s you. Whatever has you thinking like this let it go.” He says as he places a friendly hand on your shoulder. Little did you know Oscar is on his way down. He stares at you and at Landos hand on you. “How professional.” He mumbles passing the both of you. Lando stares at Oscar confused. “ Please ignore him. He’s rather delicate today.”

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Throughout the rest of the day you notice how Oscar has been distant making your work environment very difficult. You can help but to wonder if you did anything wrong, or if you did anything to offend him. You find Oscar and hand him some papers. “Here is the dress code for tomorrow. The time we are leaving. And tomorrow’s schedule.” He stays quiet. “Oscar?” He looks up at you shooting an upset look towards you. “Look Oscar I don’t know what has you upset. But it’s clearly affecting our communication. If I’m working directly with you, I need you here 100%.” Oscar lets out a dry chuckle. “Please do not lecture me about my behavior. When you’re letting people’s hands all over you at work.” You slam your hand on the table. “Don’t you dare assume anything about me if you don’t know what’s really going on. I will never assume anything about you.” You take a deep breath “If you want to keep our friendship strictly professional from now on, I’ll forget everything. From now on I’m just a coworker.” You say as you walk away from him before he could say anything. Oscar sits there as his guilt starts eating at him.

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