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arvid knows how to handle a racing car. surely, a pair of scissors and your fringe can't be that difficult. right?
genre: fluff, romance, slice of life, pre-relationship.
warnings: a fringe, a pair of scissors, and two idiots who refuse to name whatβs happening between them. also... pure fluff.
word count: 857.
a/n: well, apparently i am capable of writing a really short little scene! guys, i honestly donβt even know how this one is. it hasnβt been proofread; it was more of a little confirmation that iβm still capable of writing (operation: oscar piastri is doing things to me). i hope you enjoy it. someone had asked me to write something with arvid, and i loved it. heβs such a sweetheart. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RANDOM.
βAre you sure you know how to do this?β you ask, looking at Arvid from behind the fringe of hair heβs holding in his hand.
His eyes narrow, staring at that piece of hair as if it were a potential enemy, a high-powered car he needs to overtake with an inferior car, relying solely on the skill heβs acquired throughout all his years on four wheels. Except this doesnβt have four wheels.
Itβs your hair.
A fringe.
One thatβs going to define your appearance for the next few months.
No pressure.
βOf course I know how to do it,β he says, not a hint of a smile appearing as his concentration intensifies.
You want to laugh. Your lips press together. Even though, yes, this is something relatively serious, watching Arvid place so much importance on something is incredibly adorable. You watch the way his brow is furrowed, the closeness he always tries to maintain out of respect slowly disappearing as he moves closer to get the best cut possible.
The thing isβ¦ you two arenβt dating. Yet. Youβre in that strange stage where you keep kissing each other, and only each other, with no interest in kissing anyone else.
βArvid, I can go to a salon.β
βYou canβ¦β
βBut do you want to do it?β
βOf course. Iβve done this before. On other people. On my mom.β Arvid says, taking a deep breath. βDo you think my mom is pretty?β
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than it should before you let out a little laugh.
βLove, I donβt know your mom,β you say, poking him in the stomach.
Arvid takes a step back with a grimace and nods.
βNot yet,β he says quietly, the certainty of it knocking the air out of his lungs. βAnd donβt poke me like that, Iβm holding scissors!β
Your tongue glides over your lower lip and, finally, you close your eyes. Arvid moves in close again, raising the scissors and adjusting his grip on your fringe. You showed him how much you wanted to cut: short, but not too short, it didnβt need to be perfectly even, you wantedβ¦ Style. More than precision! Your words, of course, were met with a confused raise of his eyebrow that said, βYouβve got a hell of a lot of style.β That earned him a little kiss on the tip of his nose, making him blush involuntarily, and the scissors ended up in his hand before he could question it.
That was how you ended up there.
βOkay,β he says, and you feel him lift your hair a little higher. βHere goes.β
Now all you had to do was wait.
A second later⦠Snip. Then⦠Snip, snip, snip.
Arvid watches the strands of hair fall into your lap and onto the floor with apprehension. It was done.
βIs it done?β you ask, opening only one eye.
He looks at your face, at the hair heβs still gently holding back with his fingers so you canβt see the result, and bites the inside of his cheek.
βWait,β he says.
Slowly, Arvid slides his fingers down, releasing the now-short strands of your fringe to settle against the skin of your forehead. The cut was accidentally⦠perfect. Just slightly above your eyebrows, covering enough to keep it from looking like an artificial cut.
With both eyes open now, you stare at his surprised expression.
βDoes it look good?!β you ask, standing up.
Arvid doesnβt answer, and you donβt stick around to find out. You run to the nearest bathroom, turn on the light, and immediately look in the mirror.
The sight is instant. You. With the short fringe. The one Arvid cut. Exactly the way you had imagined it. Your eyes widen, and your hands reach for your fringe, touching it as if you donβt quite know how to process the fact that it turned out absolutely perfect.
βLook, I donβt know ifβ¦ I donβt know if you like it, butβ¦ Lookβ¦β Arvid starts, nervous, his hands gesturing in front of him as he steps all the way in, stopping behind you. βI honestly think it looks really good. Not because of my work, or the way I hold scissors, but because youβre beautiful and it made you look evenβ¦β
He doesnβt even get to finish.
Your arms are wrapping around his neck, your mouth is on his, and suddenly Arvid only knows that this is very, very good, and that he would be more than happy to be silenced by you a million more times. He isnβt thinking straight, and he knows it because when you pull away, he instinctively leans forward, chasing after more.
βItβs perfect. Youβre perfect,β you murmur, hiding your face in his neck. βI love it, Iβm in love with this haircut and Iββ
You donβt finish. You crush your lips against his in another kiss, and Arvid doesnβt argue. He doesnβt even ask what you were about to say.
Besidesβ¦ he thinks he knows what you were going to say. And if heβs rightβ¦ so does he.
arvid knows how to handle a racing car. surely, a pair of scissors and your fringe can't be that difficult. right?
genre: fluff, romance, slice of life, pre-relationship.
warnings: a fringe, a pair of scissors, and two idiots who refuse to name whatβs happening between them. also... pure fluff.
word count: 857.
a/n: well, apparently i am capable of writing a really short little scene! guys, i honestly donβt even know how this one is. it hasnβt been proofread; it was more of a little confirmation that iβm still capable of writing (operation: oscar piastri is doing things to me). i hope you enjoy it. someone had asked me to write something with arvid, and i loved it. heβs such a sweetheart. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RANDOM.
βAre you sure you know how to do this?β you ask, looking at Arvid from behind the fringe of hair heβs holding in his hand.
His eyes narrow, staring at that piece of hair as if it were a potential enemy, a high-powered car he needs to overtake with an inferior car, relying solely on the skill heβs acquired throughout all his years on four wheels. Except this doesnβt have four wheels.
Itβs your hair.
A fringe.
One thatβs going to define your appearance for the next few months.
No pressure.
βOf course I know how to do it,β he says, not a hint of a smile appearing as his concentration intensifies.
You want to laugh. Your lips press together. Even though, yes, this is something relatively serious, watching Arvid place so much importance on something is incredibly adorable. You watch the way his brow is furrowed, the closeness he always tries to maintain out of respect slowly disappearing as he moves closer to get the best cut possible.
The thing isβ¦ you two arenβt dating. Yet. Youβre in that strange stage where you keep kissing each other, and only each other, with no interest in kissing anyone else.
βArvid, I can go to a salon.β
βYou canβ¦β
βBut do you want to do it?β
βOf course. Iβve done this before. On other people. On my mom.β Arvid says, taking a deep breath. βDo you think my mom is pretty?β
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than it should before you let out a little laugh.
βLove, I donβt know your mom,β you say, poking him in the stomach.
Arvid takes a step back with a grimace and nods.
βNot yet,β he says quietly, the certainty of it knocking the air out of his lungs. βAnd donβt poke me like that, Iβm holding scissors!β
Your tongue glides over your lower lip and, finally, you close your eyes. Arvid moves in close again, raising the scissors and adjusting his grip on your fringe. You showed him how much you wanted to cut: short, but not too short, it didnβt need to be perfectly even, you wantedβ¦ Style. More than precision! Your words, of course, were met with a confused raise of his eyebrow that said, βYouβve got a hell of a lot of style.β That earned him a little kiss on the tip of his nose, making him blush involuntarily, and the scissors ended up in his hand before he could question it.
That was how you ended up there.
βOkay,β he says, and you feel him lift your hair a little higher. βHere goes.β
Now all you had to do was wait.
A second later⦠Snip. Then⦠Snip, snip, snip.
Arvid watches the strands of hair fall into your lap and onto the floor with apprehension. It was done.
βIs it done?β you ask, opening only one eye.
He looks at your face, at the hair heβs still gently holding back with his fingers so you canβt see the result, and bites the inside of his cheek.
βWait,β he says.
Slowly, Arvid slides his fingers down, releasing the now-short strands of your fringe to settle against the skin of your forehead. The cut was accidentally⦠perfect. Just slightly above your eyebrows, covering enough to keep it from looking like an artificial cut.
With both eyes open now, you stare at his surprised expression.
βDoes it look good?!β you ask, standing up.
Arvid doesnβt answer, and you donβt stick around to find out. You run to the nearest bathroom, turn on the light, and immediately look in the mirror.
The sight is instant. You. With the short fringe. The one Arvid cut. Exactly the way you had imagined it. Your eyes widen, and your hands reach for your fringe, touching it as if you donβt quite know how to process the fact that it turned out absolutely perfect.
βLook, I donβt know ifβ¦ I donβt know if you like it, butβ¦ Lookβ¦β Arvid starts, nervous, his hands gesturing in front of him as he steps all the way in, stopping behind you. βI honestly think it looks really good. Not because of my work, or the way I hold scissors, but because youβre beautiful and it made you look evenβ¦β
He doesnβt even get to finish.
Your arms are wrapping around his neck, your mouth is on his, and suddenly Arvid only knows that this is very, very good, and that he would be more than happy to be silenced by you a million more times. He isnβt thinking straight, and he knows it because when you pull away, he instinctively leans forward, chasing after more.
βItβs perfect. Youβre perfect,β you murmur, hiding your face in his neck. βI love it, Iβm in love with this haircut and Iββ
You donβt finish. You crush your lips against his in another kiss, and Arvid doesnβt argue. He doesnβt even ask what you were about to say.
Besidesβ¦ he thinks he knows what you were going to say. And if heβs rightβ¦ so does he.
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LMFAO not Lando putting himself out there while Carmen and George just got engaged, 2 polar opposites
I MEAN, YES??? KSJDKQJSJWJS george getting engaged, charles on a yacht with his wife, oscar at the beach, going somewhere in greece with his girlfriend, and then we have... lando norris and whatever the hell it is he's trying to do πππ
guys, here's the thing. i have almost 5k words of part two of operation: oscar piastri BUT I'M NOT SURE YET. being a perfectionist comes with its fussiness
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omg i don't know how it happened, but i did itπ i read all of your storiesππ
what am i supposed to do with my life now??ππ you're literally so amazing and i love you SO SO SO MUCH!!! i know i said it many of times through all of my comments, but your writing is TO DIE FOR!!!
you're literally so SO SO FUCKING TALENTED!!! you have a way with words and you managed to bring out so many emotions from me EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!
i literally cannot even word how happy i am that i have found your account!! not to mention how freaking THANKFUL I AM that you share your ideas and works with the world!!! you're amazing, wonderful and so so sweet!! i can't wait to see what you'll do and just know that i'll be here for you, to hype you up any time you need it (and even when you don't)!!!
i'm over here all flustered because you keep thanking me and saying such lovely things, but honestly... i think i'm the one who should be thanking you. your excitement about my work, your presence here on the blog, all of it has made me so incredibly happy and has made this whole experience feel even more rewarding π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
i love seeing people genuinely happy with the things they find here, and i'm so lucky to have such a lovely group of loyal readers who are always following along. it makes every bit of effort worth it
AND DON'T YOU WORRY. you'll have plenty more stories to read very, very soon... and plenty more playlists to listen to too. you're so special. my heart genuinely can't handle this. i was dreading the moment you'd reach the end too. now i'm going to miss reading your thoughts until the next story ππππ
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i'm not exactly sure how long it'll take for each one to come out, but i promise they're all coming. i'm in my final year of uni, so i still have quite a bit of reading and writing to get through in the meantime (YAY FOR GRADUATING). but i'm not disappearing from here. being with you guys is one of the ways i get to relax π§‘
hello, besties! how are you doing? TIME FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT
i'm officially closing requests for now because i already have some REALLY fun ones waiting for me in my inbox!!!! as you guys already know, my writing process has a few... quirks. i've finally accepted that i'm a 10k+ writer, and looking at these requests, i already know there's absolutely no way i'm writing anything shorter than that
i genuinely love how thoughtful and detailed your ideas have been. thank you so much for trusting me with them π₯Ήπ§‘
