pairing: oscar piastri x drive to survive crew!fem reader
tags: developing relationship, light banter, drabble
you catch oscar after the race.
Monza GP 2025.
âHey,â you call softly when Oscar passes.
Heâs done with his media duties, trailing behind Sophie. His eyes widen a fraction when he realizes itâs you. âOh, hi. Didnât catch you there.â
Your smile is rueful. âNice racing. Stupid call, if Iâm being honest. Butâyou were graceful about it.âÂ
His head drops at the comment, exhaling a laugh. âThatâs one way to put it.â
He tells Sophie to go ahead and walks towards you, leans on the wall on the other side of the media pen. You catch a faint whiff of sweat and, unsurprisingly, spiced chocolate. The proximity rouses the nerves on your skin, and you tighten your grip on your clipboard.Â
âIs that on the record?â He asks, friendly. You would consider it teasing, even, but. Itâs Oscar. It doesnât mean anything.
âNot if I have any say in it.âÂ
As if on cue, a camera unit passes by trailing a frustrated looking Ollie Bearman with a boom mic hovering overhead. The crew acknowledge you with a nod.
He taps your clipboard. âWill you be interviewing me soon?âÂ
âI wish,â you say without thinking. You realize, belatedly, how that sounds, and try to remain non-chalant to cover the fact that it sounded the way it did. Thereâs the smallest tug at the corner of his lips.
You hand the clipboard to him. He squints at the rows of tables and scribbled notes, and frowns.Â
âAlready a producer and you canât even pick your battles.â
âItâs a dibs system between us. Iâm just one of the few field producers. Nothing too major.âÂ
âWell, Miss Nothing Too Major, Iâm sure youâd rather be covering my championship fight than Alpine,â he says the last word the way someone would say cockroach.Â
You swipe the clipboard away from him and click your tongue. âCocky.â The comment passes without rebuttal. You can still feel him hovering over you, a little too interested in your notes. It's warm, with him so close.
âYou should go ahead,â you usher. You still needed to hunt down Franco, wanting to get an angle for their episode.Â
Oscar lets out the smallest of huffs. âAlright, donât wanna get in your way.âÂ
âThanks for stopping to chat.âÂ
âHave fun with Alpine.â
You frown. âYou donât mean that.â
âSure as hell I donât,â he smirks. âSee you âround.âÂ
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pairing: oscar piastri x drive to survive crew!fem reader
tags: developing relationship, comfort, fluff
it's a terrible race. oscar needs someone.
Baku GP 2025.
As if the failed jumpstart wasnât frustrating enough, as if the sight of all nineteen cars in front of him hadnât punctured his stomach, he just had to find the wall like an erratic moron who just learned how to drive.
Idiot idiot idiot.
Crashing in the same track he achieved his maiden win. His championship lead compromised at the same place he tasted glory.Â
The parallels are so easy to pull. Really, the story writes itself.Â
Emotion flares in his chest, colors his vision hot red and he resists the urge to slam his helmet to the ground. Â
Heâs headed to the motorhome to change for the media.Â
It his not his first time crashing, but it has been in a very, very long time.
Oscar is reminded of his finishing record and bites down on his jaw.Â
Varied reiterations of the What went wrong? and What does this mean for the championship? and What happens now? Oscar knows. He knows he will have to relive and recount that stupid crash over and over and over like a humiliation ritualâ
Thereâs a figure standing by the wall of the motorhome. All black attire, no team kit, nothing to indicate which team youâre sworn to.Â
Allegiance to none.Â
His world softens around the edges for a moment, comforted immediately by your presence, until heâs close enough to see Media on your ID and the sight maddens him.
Allegiance to work, then.
âWhat, Netflix takes first dibs on my misfortune?âÂ
Your eyes scour his figure, wide and a little shaky. âAre you okay?â
The petulance dissipates from his body.Â
âIâm fine,â he grits out. He avoids your gaze, hoping youâll ignore the rude greeting.
Thereâs no clipboard in your hand. Not even your walkie-talkie. Your hands, typically occupied, are balled into fists.Â
He realizes with a start that you mustâve rushed over.Â
âIâm fine,â he repeats, softer. He takes your hand and gently urges them open.Â
A glance to your face says youâre confused, but you obey anyway and release the tension from your fists. He compares his hand with yours, flipping it from palm to back.Â
âSee? Not a scratch.â
Youâre not convinced. âI saw the onboards, yourââ
âYou can come inside to watch me change if youâd like to be reassured.âÂ
The scandalized glare you give him is almost worth it, Oscar thinks.Â
âYouâre fine.â You nod and step back like youâve sobered up. âIâm glad.â
He smiles sadly, and the one merciful minute where the weight of the crash didnât press down on his shoulders passes.Â
Your smile is similarly dejected. Youâre already turning to leave. âIâll go, then.â
Donât, the plead echoes through his mind. Heâs not even thinking when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into a hug.Â
âJustââ he mutters, heart hammering against his chest. âDonât move.â
The hug inches tighter, and by all means you shouldâve pushed him away, but instead, you relax and nod into his shoulder, reaching up to pat his back.Â
He hides his face into your hair and allows himself the smallest of sniffs.
âI was worried,â you mumble.
Weekends like these wouldnât have to be so hard, he thinks, if he had you by his side.
Maybe, in another universe, he wouldnât have crashed. Or maybe, he still did, but he wouldnât have to hold back. With you, he doesnât have to. No iceman, no keeping calm and collected. He wouldnât have to walk this far because youâd be right inside his garage, watching and waiting openly the way one does when you care and loveâÂ
STOP, he thinks and slams the thoughts down. Heâs delved into dangerous territory, and itâs unfair to think of alternate versions of you and him when the very real you is right here, miraculously, in his arms, warm hand splayed on his back.Â
His grip on you tightens for a split second before he relinquishes his hold.
He doesnât know what else to do. How to act like a line heâd been trying so hard not to cross hasnât just been breached in every possible way.
âThank you,â is what he settles for. Itâs as lame as it sounds.
Itâs enough.
âGet changed for media, Oscar.â
Thereâs a victorious gleam in your eyes when he huffs out an amused snort. âI will.â
âSave the bits of existential dilemma for Netflix, okay?â
âYes maâam.â
âDonât give it all to Sky or beIN.â
He quirks a brow. âESPNâs alright, then?â
âIâm serious, Oscar. You can drop the PR-training when we start asking.â
Oscar knows. He knows you will keep this banter up until heâs feeling better. But. Thereâs no need to pretend. His laugh is brighter for it, and he catches you smiling to yourself.Â
âAs long as itâs you,â he says. Your heart gives a treacherous jolt.Â
You let out a happy hum at his reply and make your way out of the McLaren motorhome.
He gets changed. Already, he feels a hundred times prepared to face the wolves.Â
He thinks of you all the way to the media pen.Â
Maybe, just maybe, your allegiance is to him.Â
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