ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥
can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)
my kind of woman.
Oscar Piastri x fem!reader
in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.
warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!
prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”
“your my, my, my, kinda woman”
“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.
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“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.
“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”
(hours later…)
my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.
i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.
after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.
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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!
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i just feel have not seen a single post/tweet/etc about taika waititi or love and thunder that has felt normal or like a reasonable/proportional response to the film. (this post got way too long and i feel embarrassed and cringe about it so its going under a cut)
i see a tweet criticizing him for poking fun at the cgi in a clip used as promo, and like, okay the phrasing of the tweet kind of exaggerates how cruel he is being (about a character that he literally plays), but the points being made about how vfx artists are overworked and underpaid is absolutely true. but the tweet is made by a zack snyder stan account positioning taika waititi himself as the poster boy of the MCU and the symbol of the companies treatment of vfx artists as a whole. which is weird. i think.
i see a post on here about the same clip, half the notes are diehard loki stans who already view taika as the devil incarnate because he “disrespected” their baby boy in ragnarok talking about how hes an asshole and they hate him because he has a huge ego etc etc. and more posts using these moments as the core basis to talk about the MCU and why its bad as a whole and i just. since when was he the face of the MCU?? i know he made the movie that most recently came out but i am just.
we KNOW that the directors barely play a role in these films we all reblogged that article about how half the movie is made - not just written, but literally the scenes have been created digitally etc - before the director even signs on and we KNOW ragnarok is an outlier (and from what i hear this film is more standard MCU fare, though i also hear it reads like a kind of parody of that, which i could absolutely believe, but i need to see it for myself ofc). but suddenly when its a guy we’ve decided needs to get taken down a peg its ONLY his fault?
like obviously i like taika waititi a lot i have Feelings for him and also i like his work!!!! but the point of this post isnt to be like omg defending taika online isnt enough i need a sword im just like. why do i need to defend him?? what did he do??? he clearly doesnt give a shit about marvel like i think thats what it comes down to at the end of the day. marvel movies will never be truly good no matter who makes them so he made a(n apparently) bad movie and got his paycheck. obviously i don’t actually know him or his motivations etc etc and im not going to die on the hill of defending a fucking marvel director or whatever but the intensity of the backlash just feels. genuinely weird to me.
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