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Oscar has spent most of y/n and his relationship avoiding being her passenger. Primarily because he just prefers driving but also because y/n and princess. Princess being a VW Lupo from 2001.

He got her the car when she said she didn't want to wreck any of his cars which are significantly more expensive. Princess is a faded red and was £300 when Oscar got it, he didn't think it would last long.

But it's been a year and she hasn't voice any problems.

"Can I just check on your car before we take it in for the MOT?" Oscar asks after having got a reminder for it on their calendar.

"Sure, princess' keys are...in my bag I think." Y/n smiles making Oscar nod, leaning over to kiss her softly. "She sounds a little rusty turning on but once she's going she's fine."

Oscar chooses to believe that's probably just the battery before grabbing her keys and heading out to check her car.

Y/n doesn't bother parking her car in the garage so he heads outside and sighs unlocking the door by actually putting the key in the door since the sensor on the locks hasn't worked the whole time they've had the car.

"Alright." Oscar sighs softly as he pushes the clutch down and turns the ignition.

He maybe expected some sort of light but the whole dash lights up like New York at night.

"What the fuck?" Oscar mutters turning the car off and hoping turning it on again will make the light disappear.

In fact he tries a couple times.

"Jesus Christ." Oscar groans before y/n comes out frowning.

"Why do you keep turning her off and on again?" Y/n frowns while Oscar looks at her in exaperation.

"Baby, this car is fucked. Like every light you can have on the dash is one-apart from tyre pressure."

"What? You mean the little emojis?"

That leaves Oscar sighing and leaning his head on the steering wheel to recollect himself. He mainly just wants to laugh because of course she thought nothing of them.

It's nothing to do with y/n being a woman or something derogatory. She just genuinely doesn't care about cars. It's a means of getting from A to B. She doesn't care by what means and the body work of the car definitely has more scraps and dents on it than when they first got it.

"Baby, you cannot drive the car like this-you should not have been able to even drive with the car like this. I don't know how you got it moving." Oscar states while y/n smiles innocently then it seems to dawn on her what he might mean.

"But we can fix her right? It's not the end of Princess?" Y/n mumbles earning a sigh.

"We'll fix her up, she might fail the MOT. But I'll make sure she's all working." Oscar states though he knows the mechanic will both love and hate him. Love him for a nice payday, hate him for just how much work it will take to fix the car.

But the tears that have built up in her eyes over the thought of losing the car is something he will pay anything to prevent spilling over.

"We'll get her fixed. But next time one of the lights pop up, you gotta tell me. It means there's something wrong." Oscar sighs as he stands up out of princess and pulls y/n towards him with his fingers hooked in her waistband which earns a grin. "Ok?"

"Ok." Y/n nods biting her lip for a moment before she throws herself on him and kisses around his face. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

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As expected, it cost about 20 times what the car is worth to fix it and it took the better part of a month just to get it done. The mechanic tried talking Oscar out of it nearly every day for the first week. But he couldn't bear the thought of telling y/n to say goodbye to that car.

It's not that she genuinely cares about the car per se, but she's emotionally attached to the inanimate object just because she's named it and the idea of giving it up is simply out of the question.

"Alright, baby. This is for you." Oscar smiles handing her the keys back.

"Princess! I've missed her so much." Y/n beams then bouncing and hugging Oscar in excitement.

"No more emojis on that dash."

"I don't see why there isn't like some sort of proper alarm to tell me what's wrong with the car." Y/n comments with a small shrug while Oscar hums. "Thank you. I'm so happy you got her all fixed up."

"You're welcome baby." Oscar smiles honestly just relieved that y/n won't be pouting since that entire month any time she wanted to drive to do something, primarily get some sort of fast food.

"Let's go for a drive."