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Die for you (14) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri fun weekend

yn so proud ❤️

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

user 2025 champion??

user yessss

user can she fuck off??

user ✨aura +1000✨

lando 👏👏🏆

mclaren 🧡🧡

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This was the last show before you went on break. You slump down on the couch in your dressing room and drink the crisp cool water from your fridge. You set the bottle down and lean back.

You close your eyes and sink into the couch for a moment. The silence of the room comforting against the loud crowd from minutes before.

A knock on the door lets you sit up straight “Come in!” Your manager smiles at you as she pushes the door open but steps aside. Oscar thanks her and shuts the door behind him.

“Oscar? What are you doing here?” “Well..I was home for two days..now I’m here. I got bored” Bored.

He could slap himself for that one as you raise an eyebrow, suspiciously. “Okay. Well..It’s nice you’re here, championship leader” You smirk as he laughs “Don’t start” “But it’s great”

“It’s the beginning of the season. It doesn’t mean anything yet” He sighs as he sits down next to you “Yeah, but for now.” You tuck your legs under yourself.

You just look at him as he stares ahead. You don’t realise he’s looking at you through the mirror in the room, and raise an eyebrow.

He hums in question “Thank you for coming. It’s nice seeing you again…even after..” Oscar looks down “Let’s forget about that. Let’s just do what we’re supposed to do and then we’ll go our ways”

You nod, fidgeting with your rings “Yeah” You get up “Would you mind turning around or closing your eyes? I need to change”

Oscar nods, and slams a pillow in his face. You laugh “What are you doing?” “Looking away!” His muffled voice comes through the pillow. You snort but quickly change out of the stage outfit into sweats.

“I’m done” He slowly sets the pillow back in its place and try’s to perfect it anxiously. You sit back down “Something to drink?” “Sure.” You point to the little fridge next to him “Chose something”

He grabs himself a drink and takes a sip. Silence falls over the room “So when is the flight back home?”

“Tomorrow.” He nods, now fidgeting with the cap from his bottle.

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Back at your hotel, you stand behind him at the reception “I’m so sorry, Mr Piastri. Were fully booked. So are the hotels around” Oscar pressed his lips together.

You notice two girls from the corner of your eye and step close to oscar “Well, though luck babe. You’re not getting away from me.” Oscar eyes you for a moment. The receptionist looks surprised “He came to surprise me and I don’t have a double bed, but i’m sure we’ll manage”

You drag oscar from the reception “Fans” You whisper and he nods, now understanding your behaviour.

You take his hand as he holds his bag with the other.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but could we take a picture with oscar?” One of them looks at you with wide eyes. Oscar smiles politely “Of course.” He sets the bag down and the girl hands you the phone.

You take a picture of them, swallowing your chuckle at oscar’s awkward stance and hand it back to them. They walk away giggling and oscar sighs “Never gets normal”

You shrug “Just glad it wasn’t me” He rolls his eyes with a smile and waits for you to press the floor on the elevator.

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The bed was bigger than he expected. He looked around, no couch in sight “We’re both mature enough to sleep in the same bed, are we?” Oscar looks at you and nods “Yeah, of course” You smile “Room service? Or are you not allowed?”

“Normally not but what my trainer won’t know, won’t kill him” You chuckle.

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f1gossip

f1gossip Fans took a picture with Oscar Piastri today. He was at the same hotel as his girlfriend Yn, who had her last show before her little break from her tour.

user he looks like this: 🧍

user love a supportive boyfriend

user he was also seen at the concert!!

user so cute!!

user when is it my turn

user hate her.

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yn added to their story

(cap: reunited ❤️ @/oscarpiastri)

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yn added to their story

(cap: 🇪🇸🔜🇲🇨 | cap2: finally home ❤️)

f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Yln in monaco today!

user who is that and what did he do to oscar piastri?

user never knew osc was for pda

user i love themmm

user cuties

user gold digger

user they look so happy

user oscar and pda..? Weird

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oscarpiastri added to their story

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Ik ik, I didn’t post, not that anyone noticed but uhh sorry 🧍🏼‍♀️ There was a lot of conflict within my family so I needed some time for that. Trying to get back into the schedule now 💙

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not to mention the ppl who keep saying “Oh she changed” Then why is she hanging out w a r4pist? Why is it so obvious they’re only seen together when missus swimsuits or quadrant is dropping something?? Fucking sick of her atp.

i will fucking SCREAM because oh my god

can we just fucking stop showing magui everywhere??? people see a pretty face and fucking forget how much of a bad person she is.

i'm going to SCREAM

f1 tv, just stop. or put a trigger warning. i don't care.

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Die for you (13) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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yn added to their story

(cap1: P1!!🧡🧡 | cap2: loading..)

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yn

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yn what a weekend! So proud of you osco 😉🫶🏻

*tagged oscarpiastri/ alexandrasaintmleux*

oscarpiastri 🙄❤️

yn 😂😘

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍

yn 🤍

user he hates her

user you make that out WHERE?

user his comment

user omd..he’s annoyed at the nickname

user sure. No he hates her

oscarpiastri Sure. I hate the woman I dream at night about..the woman I love to see at my races..yeah 😀

user he ate you up i fear

yn oscar😭😭

oscarpiastri 🤷

landonorris and yall say i’m a pr nightmare

yn 👀😬

oscarpiastri you are

aussiegrit lando..

landonorris alright I got it, jeez

user 😀😀

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oscarpiastri

liked by yn, landonorris, mclaren and 369k

oscarpiastri second win of the year (and celebration call)

*tagged yn*

yn 🥹❤️

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

user awww

user I love them

user he’s so happy when she’s not there

user he’s gonna call you out, be careful

*liked by oscarpiastri*

user he’s already lurking😂😭

landonorris 🎉🧡

user fakeeee

user 😍

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so haha..funny story 😬☝️ I dreamt(obviously) that I posted the part. Just saw I didn’t. I’m so sorry 😭😂

Next part (longer is coming later today or tomorrow )

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ur so fricking good at writing Whattttt😍😍😍😍😍😍

love you so muchhhhh 🤭

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Die for you (12) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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yn

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yn last few days (+ thanks @/lando for the last pic)

landonorris you’re welcome 😌

oscarpiastri Im taking your phone

landonorris and make your girlfriend go into withdrawals of you??

oscarpiastri I have my own phone??

landonorris yeah but she won’t get these A+ pictures

oscarpiastri I need a new teammate

yn relax boys

sabrinacarpenter babyyyyy

yn my loveeeeee

alexandrasaintmleux 👀🧸🌷

yn 👀👗☕️

oscarpiastri 🤔

*comments are limited*

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alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux madrid nights 🌸❤️

*tagged yn*

yn so much fun 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux I love watching you perform 🤭

yn we’ll be more often together after miami ✋

alexandrasaintmleux hehehe

charlesleclerc oh god

user their friendship>>>

user so cute

user just pr

user gold diggers

user need oscar to go to another concert 🤭

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I don’t even know what I am doing here, but I haven’t lost the plot 😂

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Die for you (11) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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gossippage Yn Yln and Sabrina Carpenter were spotted together in madrid! later on, Yn yln was spotted with another man 👀

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Oscar sighed and let his phone fall on his chest.He knew he should do something. He had met your management, he knew they were professionals.

Lando looked over at him “What’s wrong?” “People on the internet” The brit chuckled “Tell me about it”

Oscar only nodded, jaw clenched. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way. No he was sure why he just didn’t want to admit it.

Oscar stared at ceiling, pondering his next steps, fingertips drumming an unknown rhythm. Lando eyes him for a moment but doesn’t say anything.

Oscar picked his phone back up and started scrolling.

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Oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri my quiet place ❤️

yn oscccc 🥹🥹

yn miss you sm 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri miss you too ❤️

user silenced them haha

user love a protective boyfriend ✋

sabrinacarpenter damn, he really is a green flag

oscarpiastri what’s that supposed to mean??

user sabrina 😭😭

user girl is traumatised from the past guys

yn Sab 😭

sabrinacarpenter yeah what?😂

yn 🥲

oscarpiastri my god…

user after she cheated??

user he can’t be serious

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*possible trigger warning??*

You’re not gonna believe me when I tell you I now have a cut on my hand after I burnt my hand last week 😭

I wanted unpack my toiletries and then..I grabbed into my razor 😀 Well..it’s the one where it’s just one blade so it HURT HURT. And now yeah…It’s okay tho, not toooo deep so no trip to the ER✋

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Die for you (10) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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yn added to their story

(cap: @/oscarpiastri ❤️)

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Madrid hums outside your window, the city’s nightlife buzzing in the distance. The soft glow of streetlights filters through the sheer curtains of your hotel room, casting long shadows across the empty bed.

You should be asleep. You need to be asleep. But your mind won’t quiet down, looping through the past few days like a never-ending reel.

You exhale sharply, running a hand over your face before flopping onto your back. The bed feels too big, the silence too loud.

It was easier when you were busy—soundcheck, rehearsals, the adrenaline of stepping onto the stage and feeling the crowd’s energy wash over you. For a few hours, you could pretend that everything was normal. That your life wasn’t a mess of blurred lines and complicated feelings.

But now, alone in this room, there’s nothing to distract you. Just your thoughts. And him.

Oscar.

You squeeze your eyes shut. You knew leaving would feel weird. The two of you had been glued together for the past week—flying to his races, staying in the same hotel, walking into the paddock side by side. Even when things were awkward, even when neither of you knew what to say, at least he was there.

And now he’s not.

You chew on your bottom lip, staring at the ceiling. You wonder what he’s doing. Probably preparing for the next race, maybe grabbing dinner with the team. Maybe he hasn’t thought about you at all.

No, that’s not fair. He does care. He admitted that much.

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me I’m crazy and I’ll never touch you again”

You turn onto your side, gripping the pillow like it might steady you.

You don’t know what to do with this—this thing between you and Oscar. Neither of you do. And yet, you can’t ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of not seeing him for a while.

Not because of the PR stunt. Not because of the cameras or the headlines.

Just because you miss him.

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yn

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yn writer duo is back yall ✍️🎤🎸

user NEW MUSIC??!

user imagine she drops a love song

sabrinacarpenter ❤️🚫🧘‍♀️

yn girl-

sabrinacarpenter 😂😂

oscarpiastri 😍❤️

yn ❤️❤️

landonorris Let me hear the demo pls 😞

yn no..?

oscarpiastri Lando.

landonorris fine 😐

user oscar getting jealous 😂💀

user I love them so much

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girls 💕

yn youuuu 💜

sabrinacarpenter 💛💛

user lol, oscar should leave her. She was literally dancing with lando at the club

user what a slut, honestly. Her and lando fit perfectly with their reputation 💀

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“You’re being stupid.”

You groan, pressing your forehead against the cool glass of your hotel window. “Thank you, Sabrina. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”

She’s sitting cross-legged on your hotel bed, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in the way that makes it very clear she’s about to drag you. And not in a fun way.

“I’m serious,” she says. “You’re running away from this when you don’t have to.”

You scoff, still refusing to look at her. “I’m not running. I’m being realistic.”

“Bullshit.”

“Sabrina.”

“No. You’re deflecting.”

You exhale sharply, turning around with your arms crossed over your chest. “I’m protecting him.”

Her expression shifts—her frustration softening just slightly. “From what?”

You lick your lips, suddenly hating how small your voice sounds when you say, “From me.”

Sabrina blinks. “Oh my god, you actually believe that.”

You shrug. “Look at me. Look at my life. I’m always in the tabloids, always in some controversy, always doing something that makes people mad. And Oscar? He’s—he’s a golden boy. He’s quiet, talented, respected. He deserves someone who fits into his life, not someone who drags him into mine.”

Sabrina watches you carefully, like she’s debating her next words. When she speaks again, her voice is softer, but firm.

“You know what I think?” she asks.

You sigh. “Do I even want to know?”

“I think you’re terrified.”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously.”

“No, listen to me.” She pushes off the bed and walks over to you, standing close enough that you have no choice but to meet her eyes. “You’re scared because, for once, this isn’t just some PR thing or some fleeting relationship that’s doomed from the start. This is real, and that terrifies you.”

Your stomach twists. “Sabrina—”

“You’re pushing him away before he even has the chance to decide for himself.”

You swallow hard, looking away.

“Have you even asked him what he wants?” she presses. “Or did you just decide that for him? Did you just push him away?”

Your throat tightens. You haven’t asked him. You’ve just assumed.

Sabrina sighs. “Look, I get it. I really do. But you don’t get to make that choice for him. And you sure as hell don’t get to act like you’re some ticking time bomb who’s destined to ruin everything.” She tilts her head. “Do you even hear yourself? When have you ever let other people define your worth like this?”

Your eyes sting, but you blink quickly, shaking your head. “It’s different.”

“Why? Because you actually care this time?”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to. She already knows.

Sabrina steps back, giving you space but not letting up. “I love you. And that’s exactly why I’m not going to let you self-sabotage this.” She gestures toward your phone on the table. “Call him. Talk to him. Let him decide.”

You hesitate.

Sabrina raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’re scared of the answer.”

Your eyes meet hers. She sits back down at the edge of your bed “You’ll regret it if he slips away now.”

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yn

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yn milan n1 you were perfect 🧘‍♀️

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

sabrinacarpenter marry me

yn yessss

mclaren 💃💃🕺🕺

alexandrasaintmleux already miss you

yn come visit ✋

alexandrasaintmleux ⏰?

yn i’ll send it to you 💃

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can you tell these are mostly filler chapters? Writers block in the middle of a story is never good 🧘‍♀️🥲

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Die for you (9) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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yn

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yn hello new zealand 🇳🇿🤍

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl 😍

yn youuuuu 🫶🏻

user so excited for tomorrow night!!

user her outfits>>

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

yn ❤️

carmenmundt that view>>

georgerussel I sure hope you meant the skyline

carmenmundt sure…

yn 😂❤️

georgerussel 🤨🤨

carmenmundt 😊😊

user go fuck someone else ew

user she’s gonna cheat on oscar

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You sigh as you flop down onto the plush hotel bed, staring at the ceiling while your phone rings. It doesn’t take long before Sabrina picks up, her voice bright and teasing.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite international scandal,” she greets, and you can hear the smirk in her tone.

You groan. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I am absolutely starting.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “You flew to Melbourne with him. You’re staying in the same hotel. You went to his race. And let’s not forget—oh, I don’t know—waking up in his arms? Now China? He won and you full on make out in public?”

You groan again, this time rolling onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillows. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s exactly like that.”

You pull the phone away from your ear, considering hanging up. But this is Sabrina, and if anyone will listen to you freak out, it’s her.

“Okay, fine,” you mutter. “It’s a mess. A full-blown, PR-orchestrated, accidentally-too-intimate mess.”

Sabrina hums knowingly. “Tell me everything.”

So, you do. You tell her about the blurred lines, the argument and the kiss. Everything you said to each other, every confession.

“And then we got back to the hotel,” you admit, “and I just ignored him the whole ride there.”

She gasps. “And?”

“And nothing!He went to his hotel room , and now it’s awkward.” You sigh, flipping onto your back again. “But, like, we still have to act normal for the cameras. We walked into the paddock together. Everything. It felt..”

Sabrina sighs. “Too real? Too scary?”

“Yeah. And hes barley said anything to me now. Does he not care?”

“He cares,” she says immediately. “But remember what you threw at his head?.”

You bite your lip. “So what do I do?”

“Two options,” Sabrina says. “Option one: you keep pretending this is strictly PR and let it fizzle out on its own. Option two: you actually talk to him and figure out what’s going on between you two.”

You groan for a third time. “Why are those my only options?”

“Because, babe, you either keep lying to yourself, or you take a chance.”

You’re silent for a moment, staring at the ceiling again. The thought of confronting Oscar about this makes your stomach twist, but the thought of leaving things as they are feels even worse.

“You’re annoying,” you mumble.

Sabrina laughs. “And you’re in deep.”

“I can’t do that. I..As stereotypical it sounds coming from me, I am bad at love. I’ll fuck him over. I can’t do that to him”

Sabrina is silent for a moment “Have you ever felt this way about someone before?” You play with the corner of a pillow “No”

“How about..I come visit you in.. Where are you after new zealand again?”

“Madrid” “I’ll be there. We’ll talk about it in person okay?”

“Okay”

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yn posted a story

(cap: so memeable 😂❤️ @/ oscarpiastri )

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yn

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yn you were amazing tonight!🇳🇿❤️

oscarpiastri ❤️👏

zendaya babeee🥹

user ate them all up

user she’s so pretty

sabrinacarpenter I am on my knees for you

yn me for you 🙂‍↔️

oscarpiastri excuse me? 🤨

yn 😬

mclaren singer queen 👏

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gossippage

gossippage Singer-duo reunion? Sabrina carpenter took a picture with a fan and Yn Yln was spotted at the airport in Milan!

user oh oh, trouble is coming

user oh dear

user Yayy

user sabrina surprise guest on the tour?👀

user doesn’t even support her boyfriend

user she’s literally on tour wth

user love them

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This is so short, i am so sorry. I burnt my hand yesterday and couldn’t finish the chapter. Now it’s not as long as it’s supposed to be 🥲

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Exile | MV1

Max verstappen x Rosberg!RBdriver!fem!driver

summary: Your brother gets deja vu from you and Max but not in a good way…

warnings: not much? Brocedes mention? angstish

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The sound of the engine rattled through your bones, vibrating up your arms as you clenched the wheel tighter. The night was cool, but your suit felt suffocating, the weight of your helmet pressing down on you like an iron cage. You had never been one to let emotions cloud your driving, but today—today was different.

The garage was a mess of activity as you pulled in. Mechanics rushed around, checking data, adjusting the car for the next stint. You barely noticed them. Your eyes were on Max, standing across from you, helmet tucked under his arm, talking to one of his engineers.

His expression was unreadable, but you knew him better than most. The tension in his jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders—it was all there.

The past few months had been a war zone. Not the kind fought in interviews or press conferences, but on the track, in the milliseconds of hesitation, in the ruthless dive-bombs and wheel-to-wheel battles that left your cars covered in battle scars.

It wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when racing felt like something you shared, something that tethered you together instead of pulling you apart. Late-night debriefs turned into whispered conversations in hotel rooms. Playful karting sessions ended in laughter and stolen kisses behind trailers. Even as competitors, there had been a line—an unspoken rule that what happened on track stayed on track.

But lines blurred, and now, they were almost non-existent.

“Hey.”

You turned at the voice, already knowing who it was before you saw him.

Nico.

Your brother had that look in his eyes, the one that saw too much, that recognized things before you were ready to admit them. He glanced at Max, then back at you, something heavy settling in his expression.

“You’re looking at him the same way I used to look at Lewis,” he said, voice quiet.

Your stomach twisted. “It’s not the same.”

But even as the words left your mouth, they felt like a lie.

Nico sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re kidding yourself if you think this won’t break you the way it broke me.”

You bristled at that. “I’m not you, Nico.”

“No,” he agreed, “but I see the same thing happening. The fights, the mind games, the obsession with winning. You love him, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard. Love. It felt like a foreign concept now, something distant and fragile in the midst of the chaos.

“It doesn’t matter,” you finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

Nico exhaled through his nose, his disappointment evident. “It always matters.”

Before you could respond, Max’s voice cut through the tension.

“Y/n”

You turned to him, and for a moment, it was just the two of you. The rest of the paddock faded away, the roaring of engines and voices a distant hum. His blue eyes searched yours, looking for something—anything—but you didn’t know if he found it.

“Good race,” he said, but there was no warmth behind it.

You forced a nod, your lips pressing together in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Yeah. You too.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Nico shook his head. “History repeats itself, whether you like it or not.”

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you and Max weren’t Lewis and Nico. That you’d find a way to fix this. But as you watched Max disappear into the Red Bull hospitality, you weren’t so sure anymore.

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yeah..got nothing in my defense

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Love the die 4 you series u r a wonderful fic-er 💙

-The Anon

Thank youuuuuu 🤭🤭

These asks/messages mean sm to me 🥹

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Die for you (8) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: hateful people on the internet (are we surprised?)

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The morning sun cast a soft glow over the Shanghai International Circuit as you and Oscar arrived together for the day’s events. The air buzzed with anticipation, not just from the fans but between the two of you as well. The memory of waking up entangled in each other’s arms still lingered, casting a shadow of awkwardness over your interactions.

As you walked side by side toward the McLaren garage, the usual easy banter was replaced with tentative small talk. “So, ready for today?” you asked, glancing at him.

Oscar nodded, his eyes fixed ahead. “Yeah, feeling good. The car’s been performing well.”

You offered a supportive smile, though internally you wrestled with the unspoken tension. “You’ve got this. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

The day unfolded with a mix of exhilaration and nerves. Oscar delivered a stellar performance in the Sprint Qualifying, securing a strong starting position for the Sprint Race. 

In the Sprint Race, he showcased his skill and determination, finishing in second place behind Lewis Hamilton. 

The culmination of the day’s efforts came during the main Qualifying session. With precision and speed, Oscar clinched his first-ever Formula One pole position, marking a significant milestone in his career.

As the team celebrated around you, you caught Oscar’s eye. The earlier awkwardness seemed to dissipate, replaced by genuine pride and happiness. You approached him, wrapping him in a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you, Oscar. You deserve this.”

He hugged you back tightly, his voice filled with emotion. “Thank you.”

You pull away again “You want me to wait in your drivers room?” “Sure. We could uh..” He scratched the back of his head “Go to dinner tonight.” He hesitated but quickly added “For the image” You nod “Of course. I’ll look for a good restaurant” He nods and someone from the team leads him away again. You make your way to his room and wait for him.

-

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oscarpiastri reposted a story

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sabrinacarpenter that man really got me watching that sport. But hell that was great

yn right? It’s so fun to watch! So gutted I can’t go to Japan or Bahrain:((

sabrinacarpenter enjoying his company?👀

yn no. the races

sabrinacarpenter so you don’t want to be around him?

yn fuck off.

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Yln leaving the track together after qualifying and later being spotted having a cosy dinner together!

user is it me or is he not really being himself

user right??

user she’s so overly affectionate, it’s annoying

user they’re so cuteee

user can she just leave him alone?

user Slut honestly

user she’s so pretty

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As Oscar crossed the finish line, the McLaren garage erupted in celebration. You stood among the jubilant team members, clapping and cheering, yet a subtle undercurrent of awkwardness lingered between you and Oscar, remnants of the previous night’s complexities.

In the post-race euphoria, Lando approached, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, that calls for a celebration! What do you say we hit the town tonight?”

Oscar chuckled, glancing at you briefly before nodding. “Sounds like a plan.”

You smiled, masking the flutter of nerves. “Count me in.”

That evening, the team gathered at a chic Shanghai lounge, the atmosphere filled with laughter and clinking glasses. Despite the festivities, you and Oscar found yourselves stealing glances, each unsure how to navigate the blurred lines of your relationship.

As the night progressed, Lando, ever the instigator, nudged Oscar. “Come on, mate, lighten up! It’s your victory party!”

Oscar laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Alright, alright.”

You joined them, raising your glass. “To Oscar, and to many more wins!”

The group cheered, and for a moment, the awkwardness dissipated, replaced by genuine camaraderie.

Later, as the party wound down, you found yourself alone on the balcony, overlooking the vibrant city lights.

Oscar walked past the balcony but stops in his tracks as he sees you. He stares at you for a moment and weighs his options. He walks towards you slowly.

He sighed, leaning against the railing. “It’s been quite a day.”

You nodded, choosing your words carefully. “You’ve earned it, Oscar. Truly.”

He met your gaze, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes. “Thanks. And… about everything else—”

You shook your head gently. “Let’s not overthink it tonight. Let’s just enjoy this moment.”

He smiled, the tension easing further. “Agreed.”

As you stood side by side, the city sprawling beneath you, the complexities of your relationship remained, but for now, they were overshadowed by shared triumph and the promise of what lay ahead.

-

yn

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yn P1 BABY 🧡 (you did not see me cry on the broadcast. It didn’t happen.)

*tagged Oscarpiastri*

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡

yn so proud of youuu

oscarpiastri ❤️

sabrinacarpenter 👏👏

mclaren our goat ✋

user no we did see you cry, AND IT WAS ADORABLE

user are you gonna be in japan too?

yn no I have shows to do ☹️

user noooooo

user now she’s ungrateful that she has sold out shows, wow

user go gold dig someone else

user ewwww

user oscar is overrated

user sleeping on the highway tonight

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A few hours later your back on the balcony, drinks had been flowing endlessly and the air go thicker by the second.

You lean on the railing again and close your eyes. Suddenly someone else stands next to you. You turn and look at him.

“You good?” Lando’s voice is kinda slurred but you manage to understand him “Yeah, you?” “Definitely. But you are aware that your boyfriend is inside, right?”

“Yeah. Why would I not?” Lando looks at you with concern “Let me rephrase. Who he’s with inside” You raise an eyebrow “What?” “They seem to know each other pretty well and..It looks like she is kinda into him.”

“Sure.” You huff “Fine, don’t believe me.” “It doesn’t matter. We’re not actually a couple, Lando.” Lando sighs and tilts his head “Not to mention we don’t even know each other that long.”

“we both know you feel more than PR for him.” He walks away before you can protest. You watch him go back inside and bite your lip.

-

You gripped your new drink with a force, you’re surprised it hasn’t broken yet. You stare at the girl standing next to oscar. Lando was right.

Alexandra stops next to you and you side eye her “How is charles?” “Annoyed of course. But he’ll bounce back. He always does. Just gotta take a moment now” “Good that there is a break now”

She hums as she analyses you -or more your glare at the girl next to oscar “Go over and talk to him.”

“No.” She sighs “Starring isn’t gonna help.” “Maybe it will. Or maybe..” You glance over at Lando, who was standing at the bar, waiting for his drink.

“No, yn. That’s stupid.” “Is it? Two can play that game” Alex groans “It’s his teammate.” “And I don’t actually mean it” You smile at her and look behind her. Charles arm goes around his girlfriend.

“Hey” You smile at him “Hey” You give alex a little wave and make your way over to lando. He takes his drink from the bartender and was about to turn away when you reach him.

“Norris” He takes a sip from his drink and eyes you carefully “Yln. Have we finally come to our senses” You shrug and step closer to him “You’re a nightmare” He chuckled.

“Am I?” You smile “Yep. Not to mention, Oscar is starring holes into me.” “Good. Dance?” You hold out your hand to him “That’s quite risky and stupid” “That’s your second name, Lando”

He rolls his eyes, but in his drunken state he doesn’t question it further and lets you lead him on the dance floor.

-

Over where Oscar was standing, Charles and Alexandra arrived. Oscar barley acknowledged them and ignored the brunette next to him. His eyes were fixed on Lando’s hands that gripped your waist.

But oscar’s patience runs out when you laid your hands around lando’s neck. He pushed his glas into Charles hand and made his way through the crowd.

Before you could react, Oscar slammed your glass onto a nearby table, grabbed your hand, glared at Lando and pulled you out of the club.

You follow him worldless, catching Alexandra’s eye from afar.

-

Oscar let’s go of your hand once you get outside and ran his hand over his face, his back turned to you. You cross your arms “What? Why are we here?”

Oscar spins on his heel, eyes open wide “Why? Are you serious?” You shrug “This is exactly what I meant- God why?! You can’t go around dancing with my teammate. You’re my girlfriend”

“Technically—“ “No. Not technically. Shove that somewhere else” Oscar steps incredibly close to you, his breath warm on your skin “Everyone thinks we’re dating. Act like it. I’m not having that kind of scandal on my back. I don’t want it.”

“I would’ve never done anything with him” You look at him “You say that, but It sure as hell didn’t look like that” He scoffed. You’ve never seen him this riled up before. Not over something like this.

“I’m only saying this once. No more playing around. No more ‘games’.” “I’m the asshole here? You were all over her!” Oscar blinks.

“Who?”

“Her! The girl next to you.”

Silence. You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head before realisation hits him.

“You think I would- What?” You shrug “You seemed pretty busy with her” “She used to be my classmate. Nothing special.” “Didn’t look like it”

Oscar’s eyes skim your face before his relaxed. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not” You make a grimace “It looks bad for our image.”

“You danced with my teammate. In a club without cameras, no pictures allowed.” You stare at him speechless. Oh shit.

“You’re drunk, Piastri” “Then I can blame this on the alcohol no? Slap me if I’m overstepping.” Before you can ask what that even means, his lips are on yours. Your back is pressed into a street light.

Your hands find his hair, gently tugging at it. Oscar lets out a shaky breath, pulling away slightly. His eyes bore into yours “Dangerous game” “Yeah? Could not care less”

He chuckled and pressed his knee between your legs “Osc-“ Your grip on him tightens “This will be everywhere if anyone sees us” You say between him kissing your lips and neck.

He doesn’t react, so you push him away, his face in your hands “This is exactly what shouldn’t happen”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me I’m crazy and I’ll never touch you again” He whispers, eyes searching yours for anything.

“Oscar..We shouldn’t. I’m not here to ruin your reputation.” “I don’t care about my reputation”

“I am the end of you, Piastri. I’m bad at love. I don’t do love” You look at him. His face kept as neutral as possible. He pressed his lips into a thin line but doesn’t look away from you.

“What if-“ “There’s no what if. That’s how I am, That’s who i am.” You shrug “Have you ever seen me longer with a guy? No. Cause they all leave. I’m possessive, jealous and you should run as far away from me as you can”

“What if I don’t want to?” “Then I’d say you’re fucking crazy” He breathes out a laugher “So what?”

“We’re bound to break, Oscar. People are used to see me with guys like..” “Like?”

“Lando”

Oscars jaw clenched “Can we not bring him up?” “It’s the truth! I’m known for jumping from guy to guy. I don’t know how to keep one, Piastri. I never did! I know how to use my body not my fucking heart!” You push him away a step and turn away.

Before oscar can say anything, you turn around.

“We don’t even know each other for 3 months and we’re like this. I can’t- This.” You point between you two “Can’t happen. I’ve let this get too messy, too blurry. We’re business partners. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“But-“ “No. You’re gonna break your own heart.” You huff as you pull out your phone to call an uber.

“When you wake up tomorrow and are finally sober, you’ll know this was stupid.” you say before holding the phone to your ear.

Oscar crossed his arms but stays quiet. Great.

-

f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and his girlfriend (Yn Yln) were seen arguing outside a lounge in shanghai before sharing a passionate kiss. Trouble in paradise??

user drama stirer

user I hate her

user can she just find someone else

user uhm

user now this is out of character

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He won, I am so happy 🥹

[tonysbed]

I just saw this, thank you sm 🤭

I didn’t notice beforehand, otherwise maybe I would’ve prepared something for this, but wow.

[tonysbed]

Die for you (7) | OP81 

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: awkward osc

not proofread

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Oscar woke up with a dull throbbing in his head, the kind that made him regret every single drink he’d downed the night before. His mouth was dry, his limbs felt heavier than usual, and for a moment, he considered going back to sleep—until he became aware of the warmth pressed against his chest.

His breath hitched.

His arm was draped over someone’s waist, his fingers resting lightly on soft skin. A face was tucked beneath his chin, breathing slow and steady against his collarbone. The scent of perfume—familiar, intoxicating—filled his senses.

His eyes snapped open.

Oh, shit.

It was you.

Still very much asleep, curled up against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hand flexed against your waist instinctively before he forced himself to go rigid. His mind was racing, trying to piece together how exactly this had happened.

The last thing he remembered was waiting for the Uber, you pressed against him as he held you close—something he definitely hadn’t thought through at the time. Then there was the car ride, the blurry mess of exhaustion and alcohol, stumbling into the hotel, and

He squeezed his eyes shut. Right. You had pulled him onto your bed, mumbling something about being too tired to care before passing out almost immediately. And apparently, instead of leaving like a normal person, he had fallen asleep right beside you.

Fuck.

Carefully, he tried to untangle himself without waking you. But the moment he moved, you shifted, letting out a soft, sleepy sigh as you pressed your face against his chest.

Oscar went completely still.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, far too loud in the quiet of the hotel room. The room that you should not have been sharing.

Get out. Get out now.

Ignoring the way something in his chest twisted at the warmth of you against him, Oscar finally managed to slip his arm away and pull himself off the bed. He stood there for a moment, running a hand through his mess of curls, staring at your still-sleeping figure.

Shit, you looked peaceful

No. Bad thought. Not helpful.

Shaking his head, he grabbed his phone and practically bolted from the room, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible.

The moment he was safely in his own room, he exhaled sharply, pressing his back against the door.

What the fuck was that?

His head was still pounding, but the adrenaline from sheer panic was starting to take over. This was bad. Not because anything happened—because it didn’t, obviously—but because it was weird. And awkward. And the last thing he needed was to make things uncomfortable between the two of you.

This was supposed to be a PR stunt. You weren’t supposed to wake up in each other’s arms.

Rubbing his face, he groaned.

Great. Fantastic. Amazing start to the day.

By the time you finally woke up, Oscar had already showered, gotten dressed, and ordered room service—anything to look busy and normal by the time you inevitably had to see each other again.

The knock on his door came faster than he was ready for.

He swallowed hard before opening it, coming face to face with you—hair messy from sleep, dressed in a hoodie far too big for you, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had been unknowingly cuddling him hours ago.

“Morning,” you said, voice still a little groggy.

“Hey,” he replied, stepping aside to let you in.

You flopped onto the couch, grabbing a piece of toast from his plate like you owned the place.

“How’s your head?” you asked, chewing absently.

“Like I got hit by a truck.”

You smirked. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Oscar hesitated before sitting down across from you, feeling the weight of the morning pressing in. He should acknowledge what happened. He should say something. But instead, his mind scrambled for something else to focus on—something safer.

His phone was still on the table, open to a Twitter thread. Paparazzi photos from the night before. Of you and him.

Of him holding you outside the club, his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands covering your stomach like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You followed his gaze and grabbed the phone before he could stop you. “Ohhh, what’s this?”

He groaned. “Don’t.”

You laughed, scrolling through the thread. “Damn, we really sold the hell out of it last night.”

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah. I guess.”

“You guess?” You raised an eyebrow. “Oscar, these are gold. The fans are eating this shit up. ‘Softest boyfriend ever.’ ‘Oscar is so in love.’ Oh—‘I want what they have.’”

His ears burned.

You grinned, looking at him. “See? All great for our image.”

And there it was—the perfect excuse to keep things strictly professional.

Oscar nodded, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah. Definitely good PR.”

But as you continued scrolling, laughing at the comments, he couldn’t shake the uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

Because deep down, he knew.

The way he held you last night? The way it felt?That wasn’t PR.

That’s what scared him the most.

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yn

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*tagged oscarpiastri, alexandrasaintmleux*

alexandrasaintmleux ❤️❤️

mclaren he’s getting that home win with us sooner or later, we’re locked in 🔒

user awww look at them

user gonna sleep on a highway

user idk, this seems forced

oscarpiastri ❤️

yn ❤️🐨

user I wonder how hattie is feeling? I mean she LOVES yn‘s music. Or how she reacted 👀

hattiepiastri I laughed in his face until she actually rounded the corner

yn my fav piastri 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hattiepiastri lets run away together

yn 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

oscarpiastri 😟🤨

-

Oscar wasn’t avoiding you.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he took the long way through the paddock to avoid walking past your hospitality suite. And when he left his hotel room before your usual breakfast time, he was just being efficient. That’s all.

It had been two days since the night you’d fallen asleep together. Two days since he had woken up with you in his arms, since he had panicked and bolted, since he had sat stiffly across from you in his hotel room, brushing it off as great PR while something twisted deep in his chest.

And now? Now he was thinking too much.

Oscar had always been good at compartmentalizing—on track, in the media, even with this whole fake relationship thing. But now, no matter how much he tried to push it down, he couldn’t stop feeling things. The way your skin had been warm under his fingers. The way you’d sighed in your sleep, pressing closer to him like you belonged there. The way you had laughed the next morning, completely unbothered, while he was sitting there trying not to unravel.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be simple. Strategic. A way to boost both of your profiles.

So why the hell was he panicking over something as stupid as waking up next to you?

“Mate, what is going on with you?”

Oscar blinked, snapping out of his thoughts to find Lando staring at him from across the McLaren motorhome.

“What?”

Lando scoffed, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “You’ve been weird all day.”

“I haven’t.”

“You have.” He pointed his fork at Oscar. “You’ve been twitchy. And weirdly quiet, even for you. Did your fake girlfriend finally dump you?”

Oscar groaned, rubbing his face. “Lando—”

“Because honestly, I wouldn’t blame her,” Lando continued, smirking. “I saw the pictures, man. You looked way too into it.”

Oscar’s stomach tightened. “It was for PR.”

“Sure,” Lando said, dragging out the word like he didn’t believe him at all. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding her all day, right?”

“I haven’t—”

“You have.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the table. Lando was still looking at him like he knew something, which was annoying as hell because Oscar wasn’t even sure he knew what was going on himself.

“You’re overthinking this,” Lando said finally, a little too smug.

Oscar glared. “I’m not.”

Lando just shrugged. “Okay. But if you keep acting weird, she’s gonna notice.”

That was the last thing Oscar needed.

And sure enough, when he finally caved and saw you later that day, you did notice.

“Alright, what’s your deal?” you asked, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe of his drivers room.

Oscar stiffened, keeping his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. “What do you mean?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t do that. You’ve been acting weird since we got back from the club. Did I snore or something?”

His lips twitched despite himself. “No.”

“Then what?” you pressed.

He hesitated. He should say something. Make a joke. Play it off. But instead, all he could manage was:

“I just think we should be more careful.”

Your brows furrowed. “Careful?”

“With… crossing lines,” he said vaguely.

You stared at him for a long moment, expression unreadable. “You think we crossed a line?”

Oscar shifted his weight, avoiding your gaze. “I just don’t want things to get messy.”

You were quiet for a beat. Then—

“Well, it was messy,” you said, completely serious.

His stomach dropped. “What?”

You took a step closer. “Your hair. When you woke up.” A slow grin spread across your lips. “Total disaster.”

Oscar groaned. “You’re not funny.”

“I am,” you said, clearly enjoying this. “But okay, if it’s messy to sleep next to each other after drinking too much, then noted. I’ll be sure to banish you to your own room next time.”

Oscar sighed. “That’s not what I—”

You smirked, cutting him off. “Relax, Piastri. It was just PR, right?”

He swallowed hard. “Right.”

And if you noticed the hesitation in his voice, you didn’t say anything.

But as he left, jaw tight and thoughts still tangled, Oscar knew one thing for sure.

It hadn’t felt like just PR. Not even a little bit.

-

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Yln in shanghai before the Grand Prix this tuesday!

user they’re so cute

user Run oscar, ruuuun

user she’s such a red flag

user she’ll dump him sooner or later

user she’s never been seen with a guy multiple times until now in quite some time, can we relax??

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri very encouraging week at home.

*tagged mclaren / yn / landonorris*

yn 🧡🧡

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡

mclaren we’ll come back stronger ✋🙂‍↕️

user ynnnnnn cameo

user osc😢

user Australia is no longer your home race, it’s china now!!

user need their love ☝️

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oscar’s caption killed me when he posted. And i’m..still speechless. Let’s hope this weekend goes better 🥲

[tonysbed]

Die for you (6) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

not proofread

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f1gossip

f1gossip

Look who’s here alongside Oscar! Yn Yln makes her paddock debut!

user look at his smile 🥹

user her music is so bad

user black cat x golden retriever

user who’s who tho 😂😭

user adorable

user ewww she needs to go

user she is servinggg

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oscarpiastri followed yn

yn followed oscarpiastri

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yn

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yn vroom vroom or whatever ☀️

user OMG

user Hard launch AHH

oscarpiastri 🏎️☀️

*liked by yn*

landonorris Lets gooooooo

mclaren papaya suits you best 😌

user they’re so cute

user we lost her 😞

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷🩷

yn 🩷🩷

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn yln in the mclaren garage before the race and with Alexandra saint mleux (Charles Girlfriend) before the race)

user two red flags together

user why can’t we just be happy for them? Thought we were here for the racing??

user so cuteee

user the wags already including her 🥹

user she was even wearing oscar’s jacket 🤭

user slayy

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The energy in the McLaren garage was subdued, a stark contrast to the excitement that had filled the air at the start of the race. The celebration for Lando’s podium was happening just a few feet away, but you only had eyes for the figure sitting quietly on the edge of a workbench, his head in his hands.

Oscar looked utterly drained. His race suit was still damp with sweat, his hair slightly messy from where he’d run his fingers through it too many times. He hadn’t even bothered to take his gloves off yet, his fingers curled around the fabric at his knees.

This wasn’t just a bad result; this was his home race. The one he had been looking forward to for months. The one where he wanted to prove something—not just to the world, but to himself.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer and wrapped one arm around him.

“Hey.”

He leaned in a bit but pulled away and sat down with a sigh “Hey.”

You sat down beside him, close enough that your knees brushed. “Rough day at the office, huh?”

That got a quiet laugh out of him—short, humorless. “Something like that.”

You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. “You wanna talk about it, or do you just want me to sit here and make sure you don’t spiral into a pit of self-loathing?”

Oscar finally turned his head to look at you, eyes tired but soft. “Bit of both, maybe.”

You gave him a small smile. “Okay. Hit me.”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I just… I had the pace. I know I did. And then—one mistake, and it’s all gone.” His fingers curled into a fist. “I had a chance at a podium today. Maybe even more, if things had gone right. But instead, I threw it away.”

You frowned. “You didn’t throw anything away, Oscar. The conditions were a mess. Half the grid struggled with it. You kept it together and still finished in the points. That’s not nothing.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but ninth isn’t exactly—”

“Ninth is still points. Ninth is still a good result considering what happened. And most importantly, ninth means you didn’t give up.”

Oscar sighed, looking down at his hands. “I just wanted to do well here. For the fans, for my family…” He paused. “For myself.”

You softened, reaching out to gently take one of his hands in yours, prying his fingers apart before lacing them with yours. “You did do well. Maybe not in the way you imagined, but you fought for this result. And that means more than any perfect race ever could.”

He looked at your intertwined hands for a moment before squeezing yours gently. “You really think that?”

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “Oscar, if I didn’t think that, would I be sitting here trying to knock some sense into you instead of sneaking free champagne from McLaren hospitality?”

That finally earned you a real laugh—quiet, but real.

Oscar sighed again, but this time, it wasn’t so heavy. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” You squeezed his hand once more before letting go. “Now, do you wanna keep moping, or do you wanna get out of here? I heard there’s a pretty decent afterparty happening, and you did survive your home race. That’s worth celebrating, even if you don’t feel like it.”

He considered it for a moment before standing up, stretching his arms over his head. “Fine. But if you make me take tequila shots, I’m blaming you for tomorrow’s headache.”

You grinned. “Deal.”

And as the two of you walked out of the garage together, you could already see the weight on his shoulders lifting—just a little.

-

f1gossip

f1gossip Yn’s reaction to oscar slipping onto the grass and loosing his podium place! She was also the first person by his side after he arrived at the garage.

user i’m so gutted

user this was so sad honestly

user melbourne curse once again

user both aussies had sm bad luck today

user Love them

user so glad he has her tho

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn and Oscar at the after party tonight 👀

user he’s so awkward I can’t 😭

user awww the last pic

user hope he’s okay

user And now she’s forcing him to party

user What??

user she always needs to drink hm

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The Melbourne night was alive with noise—bass thumping from the club behind you, laughter spilling out onto the streets, and the occasional distant honk of a car weaving through the late-night traffic. The air was warm, the kind of sticky, alcohol-fueled warmth that made everything feel a little hazy, a little softer around the edges.

You and Oscar stood outside the club, waiting for your Uber, both swaying slightly from the effects of too many drinks. His arm had found its way around your waist at some point, fingers curled loosely around the fabric of your dress. It wasn’t the calculated kind of touch that came with your PR relationship—it was instinctive, natural, like he needed something to hold onto to keep himself steady.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head back to look at him. “You’re drunk.”

Oscar hummed against the side of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder. “So are you.”

“Yeah, but I handle it better.”

He let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned into you more, his other hand coming to rest over your stomach, fingers brushing against the exposed skin between your top and skirt. “Mmm. Debatable.”

The streetlights cast a golden glow over everything, making the world feel dreamlike. You could still hear the buzz of the club behind you, but out here, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in your own little world.

“You’re comfy,” he mumbled, voice sluggish with exhaustion and liquor.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally using me as a human pillow right now.”

“Exactly.” He squeezed your waist lightly, his breath warm against your shoulder. “Best pillow ever.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move away. There was something oddly comforting about the way he held onto you, his hands lazy but firm, like he didn’t want to let go.

A car pulled up, headlights washing over you both.

“I think that’s us,” you murmured.

Oscar groaned but didn’t move immediately. Instead, he gave your stomach a little squeeze before finally stepping back, rubbing his eyes. “Fine. But I might fall asleep on you in the car.”

You smirked, grabbing his hand to tug him toward the Uber. “If you drool on me, I’m taking a video.”

“Rude.”

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

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I am so sad about what the fuck that race was. It was crazy but my osc 😞 Happy for lando but that was just..🫠

KIMI P5 THO!??

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Die for you (5) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings:

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri was spotted this Thursday with Pop star Yn Yln. The pair was spotted looking all cosy in a restaurant and left together. What do we think of this new possible wag?👀

user she’s such a red flag honestly

user oscars outfit??😍

user he looks so bored 💀

user that’s his normal face wydm

user so cuteee

user this confirmation that they’re together, right?

user they both live in monaco, she has shows in melbourne this weekend so no shook she’s here and they could be friends

user me on my highest delusion

user he’s gonna get fucked over so bad by her

user how would you know??

user have you seen her reputation?💀

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The restaurant is dimly lit, the kind of upscale but cozy place that exudes exclusivity. The hum of conversation blends with soft music, and the faint scent of something rich and buttery lingers in the air.

You and Oscar are seated near the window—strategically, of course. A perfect spot for accidental public sightings. Close enough to be noticed, far enough to not look like you’re trying to be noticed.

You swirl your wine glass lazily, glancing across the table. “So, are we supposed to look deeply in love, or just casually date-night cute?”

Oscar, already picking at the breadbasket, shrugs. “Somewhere in between. We need to sell it, but I refuse to be that couple.”

You smirk. “Awww, you don’t want to stare into my eyes like I’m your whole world?”

He levels you with a flat look. “I’d rather retire early.”

You laugh, resting your chin in your hand. “Fine. So, a little effortless chemistry, a few well-timed smiles, and maybe one of those ‘we’re in our own little world’ moments?”

Oscar exhales like this conversation is slowly draining his will to live. “You put way too much thought into this.”

You grin. “You should be grateful. This is what’s keeping people interested.”

He rips off a piece of bread, eyeing you. “And here I thought they were just here for my racing skills.”

“Nah. People love a little mystery. And let’s be real—you’re not exactly known for giving the media much to work with.”

Oscar tilts his head slightly, considering that. “So what, I’m using you for entertainment value?”

You smirk, leaning in slightly. “And I’m using you for headlines. Mutual benefits, Piastri.”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “Glad we cleared that up.”

Just then, a flicker of movement catches your eye from across the restaurant. A couple of people at another table, stealing glances your way. And, just like clockwork, someone casually lifts their phone, not so subtly taking a photo.

Oscar follows your gaze, then sighs, reaching for his drink. “Here we go.”

You smirk. “Showtime.”

You lean in slightly, just enough to make it look intimate, laughing softly at something he definitely didn’t say. Oscar catches on quickly—he doesn’t move away, just holds your gaze a second longer than usual, letting a small smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

Just enough to give them something.

You pick up your wine again, taking a slow sip. “Think that was convincing?”

Oscar exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

You flash him a grin. “And yet, here we are.”

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yn

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yn melbourne n1 you were amazing! Think you can beat them, n2?

user OSCAR WAS THERE

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sabrinacarpenter 🥹🤭🤭

user did anyone take pictures of oscar?

user @/f1gossip posted some

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri at Yn Yln concert in Melbourne last night!! The last conformation we need is her showing up in the paddock on sunday 👀

user omggg

user no my husband 😞✋

user they could be friends, come on

user may this love find me

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Sunday morning in Melbourne is bright and buzzing with anticipation. The energy in the air is different—more intense, more electric. You can hear the distant sounds of the city waking up outside the hotel window as you rummage through your suitcase, trying to decide what to wear.

Oscar is sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in his McLaren polo, scrolling through his phone like he has all the time in the world. You, on the other hand, are flipping between outfit options, holding up different combinations in front of the mirror.

“Is this too much?” you ask, holding up an orange top.

Oscar glances up, barely sparing it a second before going back to his phone. “Looks fine.”

You frown. “‘Fine’ isn’t helpful, Piastri. I need to find the balance between ‘supportive girlfriend’ and ‘effortlessly cool.’”

He exhales, finally setting his phone down. “You could show up in a trash bag, and people would still think it’s some sort of high-fashion statement.”

You grin. “So you do think I’m fashionable.”

Oscar groans. “I’m not answering that.”

You toss a hoodie at him, shaking your head. “Hopeless.”

As you go back to sorting through your options, Oscar leans back on his elbows. “So, do I get a review of my concert appearance on Friday, or are we pretending that didn’t happen?”

You smirk, glancing at him through the mirror. “Oh, you want a review?”

“Not particularly, but I feel like I’m getting one either way.”

You turn around, arms crossed. “You actually showed up. I’ll admit, I had my doubts.”

Oscar tilts his head. “You invited me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

He shrugs. “Well, I did. And you weren’t terrible, so that’s a plus.”

You gasp, feigning offense. “‘Not terrible’? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Oscar smirks. “Fine. It was good. You were good. The fans screaming when they saw me? Less good.”

You laugh. “That was honestly the highlight of my night.And the plan, not to mention ”

“Of course it was and I know.“

You shake your head, finally settling on a McLaren jacket over a casual outfit. “Well, thanks for coming, anyway. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Oscar stands, rolling his shoulders. “Right. And all you have to do is sit in a VIP section, look vaguely interested, and not start any drama.”

You smirk. “Can’t make any promises on that last one.”

He sighs. “Figured.”

You grab your phone, glancing at the time. “We should head down soon. Ready?”

Oscar gives you a once-over, then nods. “Yeah. Just—try not to be too distracting in the garage.”

You grin, tossing your hair over your shoulder dramatically. “No promises.”

As you both head for the door, you nudge him lightly. “Just don’t crash trying to impress me.”

Oscar scoffs, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is not going to be the problem.”

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nothing to add to this part, just that I need an oscar home win 🧚 (I forgot, we move in silence) JACK HOME WIN

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You belong with me | MV1

Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Max ruins any date you go onto, claiming it was either a coincidence or the guy was shit..

warnings: idiots to lovers, swearing, crying, bit of a misunderstanding (reader is an overthinker like all of us)

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You don’t know when it started, but you do know that it’s starting to piss you off.

Because at this point, it’s not even subtle anymore.

Every single date you go on? Ruined.

Not in an obvious, throw-a-drink-in-your-face kind of way—no, that would be too easy. Instead, it’s always conveniently timed interruptions, coincidental run-ins, or your date suddenly deciding he’s not that into you after one too many glares from across the room.

And the common denominator?

Max fucking Verstappen.

Your best friend—who, apparently, has made it his life’s mission to sabotage every attempt you make at having a love life.

Tonight is no different.

You had a good feeling about this one. He was nice, funny, normal—a rare find in your world. Dinner had been going well, conversation flowing, and you had even allowed yourself to relax, to think that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

And then, of course—

“Oh, wow. Crazy running into you here.”

You swear to God, you almost stab him with your fork.

Max stands at the edge of your table, hands in his pockets, looking like he didn’t just walk into this restaurant with the sole intention of ruining your night.

Your date glances between the two of you, oblivious. “Oh, you guys know each other?”

You grit your teeth. “Unfortunately.”

Max grins. “She loves me, really.”

Your date laughs. Laughs. Like this is all just some funny coincidence.

You know better.

Max strikes up a conversation with him, effortlessly steering things in a direction that makes the guy start to feel out of place, like he doesn’t belong in your world. By the time the check arrives, he’s already making some excuse about an early morning, giving you an apologetic smile before heading out.

And just like that, another one bites the dust.

You stay seated, arms crossed, as Max slides into the now-vacant seat across from you. “You’re a menace.”

He steals a fry off your plate. “He was boring.”

You groan. “Oh my God. That’s not for you to decide, Max!”

He shrugs. “Just looking out for you.”

“No, you’re being a controlling asshole.”

His brows furrow slightly. “It’s not like that.”

You exhale sharply, pushing your plate away. “Then what is it like, Max? Because I can’t keep doing this. Every time I start to like someone, you show up and ruin it.”

He doesn’t say anything, which only makes the frustration boil over.

“Is it fun for you? Do you get some kind of thrill out of watching me end up alone?”

Max flinches, like you actually hit him. “Jesus, that’s not—” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” you snap.

His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists on the table. His whole body is wound tight, like he’s holding something back.

And then—

“They’re not me.”

The words hang between you, heavy and unmovable.

You blink, heart stuttering. “What?”

Max exhales, looking almost… defeated. “They’re not me. And you deserve—” He stops, shaking his head. “You deserve someone who already knows all your little quirks. Someone who doesn’t need to ‘get to know you’ because he’s already been there through everything.”

You swallow, pulse hammering. “Max—”

“You deserve someone who gets that you overthink everything, who already knows exactly how to talk you down from it. Someone who doesn’t get tired of your rants about the smallest things, who actually likes listening to you talk, even when it’s about shit he doesn’t understand.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You deserve someone who would never fucking leave, no matter how much you push him away. Someone who—” He looks away, voice quieter. “Someone who already loves you.”

Your heart is pounding.

The weight of his words crashes over you all at once, knocking the breath from your lungs. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Max watches you, eyes guarded, like he’s bracing for impact.

And suddenly, it all clicks.

The ruined dates. The coincidences. The way he’s always there, standing between you and anyone who so much as tries to get close.

It was never about them.

It was always about you.

And, more importantly—

It was always about him.

Your throat tightens. “You… you never said anything.”

He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “And what would I have said? That I’ve been in love with my best friend since before I even knew what the fuck that meant?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “Max…”

He rubs a hand over his face. “Just forget it, okay? It’s fine. I just—”

You don’t let him finish.

Instead, you grab his face in your hands and kiss him.

Max stills for half a second, like he can’t quite believe it’s happening. Then—he melts into you, hands finding your waist, pulling you in like he’s been waiting for this forever.

And maybe he has.

And maybe, so have you.

When you finally pull away, he looks at you, eyes searching. “So… you’re not going to kill me?”

You let out a watery laugh. “Oh, I definitely am. Just—later.”

Max grins. “I can work with that.”

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bsf!reader is the best 🧚

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Die for you (4) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

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Your suitcase is half-zipped, a mess of clothes spilling out as you try to cram in one last pair of shoes. The floor of your bedroom looks like a war zone—various outfit options strewn across it, a testament to the last-minute chaos of packing.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

You glance over, expecting a text from your manager, but instead, it’s a call. From Oscar.

You frown slightly before swiping to answer. “You never call me.”

“Yeah, well,” his voice comes through, “desperate times.”

You smirk, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you zip up your suitcase. “What’s up, Piastri?No wait, Osco”

“Are you on your way to the airport yet?” He asks, ignoring your remark.

“Not yet. Why?”

There’s a brief pause, then, “I’m about fifteen minutes out. If you want, you could fly with me.”

That gets your attention. You pause, sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re offering me a ride on the Piastri Express?”

“Don’t call it that.”

You grin. “Why the sudden generosity?”

Oscar sighs. “Because I know you’ll whine about the long flight later, and I’d rather just deal with it now.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a saint.”

“I really am.”

You glance at your suitcase, weighing your options. Flying with Oscar does make sense—it’ll be more comfortable, probably faster, and, well… it’s good for the PR side of things.

“Alright, fine,” you say, standing up. “Pick me up.”

“Be ready in fifteen.”

You hang up, exhaling before grabbing your bag. This should be interesting.

True to his word, Oscar shows up exactly fifteen minutes later. You barely have time to drag your suitcase downstairs before he’s leaning against the open car door, watching you with mild amusement.

“Not bad. I was expecting you to still be running around, packing.”

You roll your eyes, shoving your suitcase toward him. “Shut up and load my bag.”

“So demanding.”

You get in the car while he hauls your luggage into the trunk, then slides in beside you.

As the car pulls away, you glance at him. “This whole flying together thing—was it your idea or the PR team’s?”

Oscar doesn’t hesitate. “Mine.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He sighs. “Okay, and it also helps the whole relationship thing. But mostly mine.”

You hum, leaning back against the seat. “You just love my company.”

Oscar scoffs. “Keep telling yourself that.”

By the time you arrive at the airport, things are already getting messy.

There’s a handful of people loitering around the entrance—some fans, some photographers. You barely step out of the car before you hear the click of cameras and the telltale murmurs of recognition.

“Oh my God, is that—”

“Wait, is she with—”

You sigh, adjusting your sunglasses. “Looks like we’ve been spotted.”

Oscar, standing beside you, barely reacts. “Shocking.”

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely my favorite thing ever,” he deadpans.

Ignoring the murmurs around you, the two of you grab your bags and make your way inside. You’re barely ten steps in before the first fan approaches—nervous but excited, phone in hand.

“Oscar! Can I get a picture?”

Oscar nods, giving them a polite smile. “Yeah, of course.”

You watch as he takes the photo, making small talk with the fan before turning back to you. “You good?”

You shrug. “Used to it.”

He smirks. “Right. Forgot you actually like attention.”

You nudge him with your elbow. “And you hate it, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

As you head toward security, you hear someone mutter, “Wait, are they flying together?”

Another voice, “That’s interesting…”

You exchange a look with Oscar, both of you stifling a laugh.

“That is gonna be all over gossip pages” “Hm. Great” He says as he puts his bag down and goes through the scanner.

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The hotel room is nicer than you expected—modern, sleek, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a view of Melbourne’s skyline. You’re perched on the edge of the bed, pulling off your shoes, while Oscar lounges in the armchair across from you, scrolling on his phone.

You glance at him. “You really got me a room here?”

Oscar doesn’t look up. “Would you rather I left you to fend for yourself?”

You smirk. “Awww. So considerate.”

He sighs. “It’s just easier this way. Closer proximity for all the quality time we’re supposed to be spending together.”

You snort, tossing a pillow at him. “Quality time. Cute.”

He finally sets his phone down, stretching his legs out. “Speaking of—which, I hate that I’m about to say this—but we should probably figure out how we’re handling the next few days.”

You hum, falling back against the bed. “Right. The big Melbourne appearance.”

Oscar gives you a dry look. “You don’t have to sound so excited.”

You wave a hand lazily. “It’s just funny. I spent my whole life performing for crowds, but this—pretending to be your doting girlfriend—is apparently my biggest acting role yet.”

“You’re a natural.”

You lift your head to squint at him. “Was that sarcasm?”

He shrugs. “Not necessarily.”

You shake your head, sitting up. “Alright, let’s strategize. We’ve already been spotted at the airport together, so people are going to expect more. How much are we giving them?”

Oscar exhales, rubbing his temple. “Enough to sell it, not enough to make it over the top. We don’t need a full-on, dramatic PDA moment.”

You grin. “But imagine the headlines if we did.”

“I’d rather not.”

You laugh, tucking your legs beneath you. “Fine, fine. So what are we thinking? Holding hands in public? Sitting together at dinner? Maybe a well-timed, affectionate glance?”

Oscar gives you a flat look. “A well-timed, affectionate glance?”

You nod seriously. “Yes. Maybe even a lingering glance, if we’re feeling ambitious.”

Oscar groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I regret everything.”

You grin, pulling out your phone. “Okay, here’s what we could do: We’ll show up together to the pre-race events—maybe a dinner, maybe just a casual sighting. I’ll post something subtle, like a city photo with your very recognizable silhouette in the background.”

Oscar sighs. “We’re really going with the silhouette thing again?”

You ignore him, scrolling through your schedule. “My concerts are Friday and Saturday. I could ‘accidentally’ let it slip in an interview that you might come to one.”

Oscar raises a brow. “I might come to one?”

You smirk. “Well, are you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t have anything on Friday night. If it helps the cause, I can show up.”

You blink. “Wait, you’d actually come?”

Oscar rolls his eyes. “It’s not like I hate your music. And if it means I can just sit in a VIP section and not do much, that sounds like an easy enough gig.”

You place a hand over your heart dramatically. “Wow. Oscar Piastri. A fan.”

“I take it back. I’m staying in my room.”

You laugh, nudging his leg with your foot. “Nope. Too late. You’ve already agreed.”

Oscar shakes his head, but there’s a small, reluctant smile on his lips.

You lean back, tapping your chin. “So, Friday, you at my concert. Saturday, I post something vaguely suspicious about Melbourne. Sunday, I show up at Albert Park looking hot in McLaren colors. Sound like a plan?”

Oscar exhales through his nose, nodding slowly. “Sounds like a plan.”

You stretch your arms above your head, satisfied. “See? We’re getting the hang of this.”

He watches you for a second, then shakes his head. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

You grin. “Maybe.”

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yn

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Manifesting an oscar home win on sunday 🤞🤞😞

Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to post oops