SEEING IF HE'LL MELT INTO THE KISS ✶ OSCAR PIASTRI
❪ 𝟔𝟗𝟖𝒾 ❫ ｡ boyfriend!oscar piastri x fem!rea ✿ ◞ ◟ fluff oneshot established relationship 𓂋 𝘄 ｡ kissing, petnames 𝑙’ click ❞ ( based on this trend )
author's note. hi !!!! my first f1 fic ☺️ i love oscar so much bai
"absolutely not."
"oscar, please—"
"no. nope. not happening."
you're sitting cross-legged on the couch, phone in hand, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. oscar's standing in the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed, looking at you like you've just asked him to skydive without a parachute.
"it's just one tiktok," you plead, clasping your hands together. "one. i'll never ask again."
"that's what you said last time and i looked like an idiot for three million people."
"okay, but that one was cute. besides, you didn't look like an idiot," you argue. "you looked cute.""
he narrows his eyes at you, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. you've almost got him.
"but this one's different. you literally just have to stand there." you concede, peeking at him from under your arm.
he finally looks at you, those stupidly pretty brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. "stand there?"
"stand there."
"that's it?"
"that's it."
oscar studies you for a long moment. you give him your best innocent smile, the one that usually gets you what you want.
"fine. but if this ends up on the internet and people make fun of me—"
"they won't!" you're already scrambling up, grabbing your phone from the coffee table. "they're going to think you're adorable. because you are. now come here."
he follows you to the space near the window where the lighting's good, looking. you position him carefully, adjusting his shoulders.
"just stand normal," you instruct, propping your phone up on the bookshelf and angling it to catch both of you in frame. "like you would stand."
"this is how i stand."
you laugh, reaching up to smooth his shirt even though it doesn't need smoothing, just wanting an excuse to touch him. "relax, osc. i promise this one's easy."
he doesn't look convinced, but he does relax slightly, his hands settling loosely at his sides. you start the timer on your phone and rush into position next to him.
"okay so just—don't move," you say quickly.
"wasn't planning on it."
the timer beeps. you're recording.
you turn to face him, and oscar glances at you with those eyes, confused and suspicious and fond all at once. god, he's so pretty it's actually unfair. the afternoon light catches in his hair.
you reach for his right arm, lifting it up above his head.
oscar's confusion intensifies. his eyebrows furrow. "what are you—"
you stretch up and kiss him.
for a second, he freezes. his lips are soft and surprised against yours, his raised arm stiff. you can practically hear his brain short-circuiting, trying to figure out what the hell is happening, why you're kissing him mid-tiktok, what the point of any of this is—
and then something shifts.
his brain must catch up, must decide fuck it, because suddenly he's kissing you back. properly. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and his raised arm drops to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him.
you make a small surprised sound against his mouth because this was supposed to be a quick kiss for the camera but oscar's kissing you like he's forgotten the camera exists entirely. his fingers spread against your lower back, and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
your phone is definitely still recording.
you're definitely not thinking about it.
oscar's really good at this, at making your knees weak and your thoughts fuzzy. his hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, and you grab onto his shirt for balance because standing seems suddenly complicated.
"oscar," you mumble against his lips.
"mm?" he doesn't pull away, just kisses the corner of your mouth.
"the tiktok."
"what about it?"
"we're still recording."
he pauses, and you feel him smile. "your fault for kissing me."
"it was supposed to be a quick kiss!"
"should've specified that." he pulls back just enough to look at you, pupils blown. his lips are pink and slightly swollen. "this was the trend? kissing me?"
"lifting your arm up and then kissing you to see if you'd melt into it," you correct.
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the backyard is lit by the underwater pool lights, making the water an electric blue. the rest of the house is dark, asleep, and silent. the only noise is the sound of the faint waves not too far away, leaving the two of you in the humid summer air.
you’re leaning against the edge of the pool, droplets of water trailing down your arm. oscar is sitting on the stone ledge just a few feet away, legs dangling into the water. one hand is resting on the space beside him while the other gripping a glass of water that he hasn’t touched.
at some moments when feeling lonely, you’d remember when you were eleven and he’d push you into the shallow end of the pool.
you’d remember when you were thirteen and you two would stay up talking until dawn about everything and nothing at the same time.
you’d remember when you were fifteen waiting for calls that became less frequent until they stopped completely.
“..do you ever think about it?” you ask quietly, the bracelet on your wrist suddenly becoming fascinating.
his eyes lock onto yours. “about what?”
“about before.”
silence.
before all the races, the missed calls, the flights, before everything.
oscar blinks once, something soft crossing his face. “all the time.”
to be honest, you didn’t really expect that answer. maybe you did, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up. it’s quiet for a few seconds, your chest tightening.
he lets out a sigh, looking down.
“i still remember your phone number.”
you blink up to look at him, the cold water against your skin not working hard enough to keep you from feeling warm.
he laughs softly. “which is embarrassing because i don’t even remember half of my passwords.”
the smile tugging at your lips fades before you both can say anything.
“why didn’t you call?”
the questions come out more smaller than you intended. you wanted it to be meaningful, something worth years.
“because i thought you’d be angry.”
“i was.”
he nods immediately. “yep.” no defense, no argument, only acceptance.
“i kept telling myself i’d call the next week, and then the next week became the next month, and then i didn’t know how to explain why i kept waiting.”
the raw honesty in his voice nearly makes you melt. you’ve spent years imagining different excuses, different reasons. maybe he didn’t care anymore, that the fame got to him.
but now he’s sitting four feet away from you, looking as if there’s a dumbbell on his shoulders.
“i missed you.” you admit. it didn’t even come out on purpose, pure intuition.
the three words are barely above a whisper, but he still hears them, of course he does.
his gaze softens by bit, like the way used to when you were kids. when he was the only person who could tell how you felt in an instant.
“i know.”
“you don’t know that.” your throat tightens.
“i do.” his voice gentle and calm, and certain.
“because i missed you too.”
all these years, all this distance, it suddenly feels ridiculous. all because neither of you knew how to communicate.
oscar lets out a quiet laugh. “this would’ve been easier when we were twelve, hm?”
you snort, slightly kicking your legs in the water.
“when we were twelve and crying because your ice cream fell off the cone.”
“you pushed me!”
“you dropped it yourself.”
“well.. still!”
he pauses, and you see him.
the boy who would sit on the same exact ledge on the same exact pool every family vacation. the boy who knew your favorite food and all your habits. the boy you thought was gone.
both of your smiles soften, neither of you saying anything for a moment. you just look at each other─and it should feel strange, but it doesn’t.
oscar shifts, setting the glass down and walks closer to you. his gaze lingers on your face, dropping down to your lips before back onto your eyes.
“i don’t want to lose you again.” the way he says it so simply, like it’s the most honest thing he’s said all day, all night.
it probably is.
you swallowed hard. “then don’t”
oscar kneels down onto the dry concrete, bringing himself closer to your eye level. his hand reaches out to wrap firmly around your waist to pull you closer until you’re against the pool edge. his hands are a sharp difference from the cool pool water.
his other hand reaches out, fingers tangling gently into the hair stuck on your neck. his touch is possessive, but still light.
he doesn’t pull you in yet, just holds you there. looking at you like you’re the only light in his world.
“i missed you.” he finally reciprocates. like a confession.
your chest aches, leaning into his touch.
“i know.”
the corner of his lips lifts slightly.
this is the first time you’ve seen oscar look nervous around you. and that’s what does it for you.
you tug him down towards you by his shirt.
the kiss is slow. a soft pressure that is lifting all the weight from your shoulders. his hand on your waist tightens, his touch firm. the kiss deepens, both of you realizing this is actually happening.
he’s here, you’re here. somehow, you’ve found your way back to each other.
when you both finally pull away, his hand is still lingering on your waist. oscar letting out a breathless laugh, forehead dropping to rest on yours.
“well.”
you laugh softly too. “well.”
his smile widens, so does yours. both warm and familiar. the same exact smile that made him your favorite person because either of you knew how much you could miss someone.
first fic ! i kind of rushed this since i wrote this in the car and i was feeling a bit carsick.. but hopefully more better fics will be written this summer 💌 this is for @vueniz i hope you all enjoy!
there’s something about max verstappen being known as THE teammate killer but somehow inspiring a forever loyalty and devotion from his teammates anyway… and that spills even outside of formula 1.
You have alex, daniel, checo, and even liam, who only raced two GPs as max’s teammate: all of them have gone to defend max as a person and as a driver numerous times, even if they were no longer teammates or associated with red bull (the first thing that comes to mind is that one alex interview where he debunks the myth that the car is made for max, he wants us to really understand that max is just. that. good.)
The guys from team redline verstappen simracing would obviously be max supporters considering they work with him, but we have seen over the years that they’re much more than that, they really love max and would fight anyone who speaks bad about him.
And then we have dani, who has come foward to praise max AND defend him on twitter to anyone that has as much as insinuated that he’s not one of the most amazing drivers ever and a complete natural talent.
So Max Verstappen told a journalist to leave. Here’s why that’s not the story you think it is.
If you’ve been on F1 Twitter/Tumblr today, you’ve seen the discourse: Max Verstappen told Guardian journalist, Giles Richards, to leave a Red Bull press conference in Japan. Cue the predictable takes about “disrespect,” “bullying the media,” and “why can’t he just answer questions.”
But here’s the thing: the story isn’t that Max told someone to leave.
The story is who he told to leave, why, and why multiple top drivers have had the same problem with the same reporter.
Let’s break this down with receipts (this is long so I have it under the keep reading break). TL;DR at the bottom!
Discourse #1) Max told a reporter to leave.
So what? Drivers control their media access all the time.
The only thing that’s “controversial” here is that Max did it openly instead of getting Red Bull's PR team to handle it quietly. Max has an 11-year history of telling reporters off directly. This isn’t new.
2018, Daily Mail reporter: asked why he’d had so many accidents. Max’s response?
“I get really tired of all the questions so, yeah, I think if I get a few more, I’ll headbutt someone.”
2022, Sky Sports UK: Max refused to talk to them entirely after Ted Kravitz said Lewis was “robbed” of the 2021 title and after Sky used footage of Max’s 51g Silverstone crash in a Christmas advert.
2024, Singapore GP: Max gave minimal answers as a protest against the FIA after being penalized for swearing.
2024, post-Qatar (winning his 4th title):
“The problem in F1 is that 80 to 85% of the media is British. And I did feel that some things which were written about me were not fair.”
Max still speaks to all FIA-accredited journalists at FIA events. He’s not refusing to do his job, but he is refusing to engage (in a setting he is in control of) with someone he feels has been deliberately provocative. That’s a ban on one journalist from a non-FIA team event, we aren’t seeing a ban on the press.
And let’s not pretend drivers don’t control their media access:
Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton, & Max Verstappen (Netflix 2025): all three world champs refused to do interviews for Netflix DTS in 2025.
Lewis Hamilton & Netflix (2019): blocked them from using footage of a bad German GP weekend because he didn’t like how he’d be portrayed. Fair enough!
Kimi Räikkönen (entire career): walked out, gave one-word answers, ignored questions. Iconic and GOATed for it.
Sebastian Vettel (2016, 2020): skipped or gave minimal participation in FIA press conferences when unhappy with narratives.
Fernando Alonso (2007): repeatedly refused interviews with British outlets he felt were biased toward Lewis Hamilton.
McLaren under Ron Dennis: journalists were informally frozen out for negative coverage. It was a whole scandal.
Ferrari historically: heavy preference for Italian media; international journalists often struggle for access.
Drivers and teams have always chosen how they’re perceived where they have control. The only difference is that Max is blunt about it.
But another point to be made is that Max has a low tolerance for what he perceives as disrespect — not just to himself, but to the people he works with. He’s been known to be protective and:
End interviews when questions target his engineer or team
Call out journalists who try to manufacture intra and inter-team drama (e.g. shutting down the line of questioning to Lewis after Silverstone 2021, or Checo’s “pressure” in 2024 to keep his seat the next season)
Defend rivals when he feels the media is being unfair to them (e.g. his defense of Lewis after the 2021 Abu Dhabi fallout, where he repeatedly said the controversy was not Lewis’s fault).
He’s also been known to call out disrespect towards female reporters and fans.
This is part of why the Giles Richards situation escalated the way it did. Richards’ Abu Dhabi 2025 question wasn’t just about Max — it was about opening a wound (that had already been asked and answered multiple times post-Spain), isolating a single incident, and implying Max’s single action cost him (and his team) the title. Max saw it as disrespectful, clearly stating that no one was mentioning all the good things that happened (“birthday presents”) and all the good work the team did during the season. He was protective of his team, and months later, he still remembered.
Discourse #2) The real issue: Giles Richards has a pattern of asking provocative questions to drivers at their most vulnerable.
Let’s look at the receipts.
Japan 2024: Lewis Hamilton
Race result: P9. Disappointing weekend. Final season with Mercedes before Ferrari move.
Richards’ question: “Are you a little bit jealous of the Ferraris at the moment? Because they are faster?”
Lewis responded: “No”
And Richards dug his heel in more: “No? Looking forward to being with them, yeah, because they are faster or just…”
Lewis snapped: “Do you have any better questions?” and after a bit of Richards trying to back track, Lewis walked out.
The word “jealous” is emotionally charged and accusatory. Drivers like Lewis are usually very protective of their team, by attacking not only his performance, but the Mercedes car itself, Richards is implying that the team let Lewis down. Lewis loves Mercedes, and he knew the team was doing their best. Then Richards rubs his lack of results this race in his face MORE. A neutral version would be: “Does Ferrari’s current form make you more eager/excited for the move?” But that doesn’t generate a viral clip, does it?
Lewis Hamilton has another 20 races of the season to go with Mercedes before heading to Scuderia Ferrari. The 7-time F1 Drivers’ World Champ
Abu Dhabi 2025: Max Verstappen
Context: Max had just lost the world championship by two points to Lando Norris. Minutes after the race. Maybe the most painful moment of his season. His team is in tears, he’s trying to be gracious and happy for Lando, he knows he’s about to be attacked in the conference and expected to keep his cool.
Richards’ question: “You lost out to Lando by just two points. What do you think now about the incident with George Russell in Spain? Do you regret that looking back in hindsight?”
Max’s response at the time: “You forget all the other stuff that happened in my season. The only thing you mention is Barcelona. I knew that would come. You’re giving me a stupid grin now.”
The question isolates one error from a 24-race season and asks him to own it immediately after the title loss. A neutral version would be: "Looking at the season as a whole, where do you feel the biggest swings in points happened?" Which had already been asked previously that week (something that has been asked repeatedly the second half of the season and Max had answered numerous times, any good journalist would stop asking this question after the first 2-3 times it had been reported).
Notice the pattern?
Both questions came immediately after a difficult/disappointing result.
Both questions were framed to elicit defensiveness or emotional responses rather than substantial analysis or meaningful reflection (jealousy? regret?).
Both drivers reacted negatively.
When two multiple world champions from different teams with different personalities both react the same way to the same journalist in similar emotional contexts, it stops being a coincidence.
Richards himself has admitted he’s been called “anti-Lewis” and “anti-Sebastian Vettel” in the past. That suggests this isn’t a one-off misunderstanding. I couldn’t find any explicit examples of Richards and Seb’s interactions, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an article out there somewhere.
Discourse 3) Free speech doesn’t mean freedom from consequences.
There’s this weird discourse that journalists can ask anything and sportspeople just have to take it. No. That’s not how it works.
In any profession (or even in life), if you’re deliberately provocative or disrespectful, you face consequences:
A store can ban you.
A school can suspend you.
Your spouse can divorce you.
Your job can fire you.
A team can revoke your media access.
Richards is choosing to word questions in ways that provoke negative reactions. After 10 years of being a sports journalist, he DOES know how to word his questions appropriately and is CHOOSING not to. This is rage-baiting disguised as journalism. And when you do that to elite athletes in their most vulnerable moments (just minutes after a performance, when they haven’t spoken to their teams or had the chance to reflect or analyze their performances, to let the emotions settle), you’re welcoming criticism and consequences.
Some things people might not know: F1 media operates under strict accreditation rules.
The FIA controls media access, and they don’t mess around.
Accreditation requirements include:
Permanent accreditation requires attending 14+ events in the preceding season.
Race-by-race requires commissioning letters and proof of publication.
Applications require professional insurance, press cards, and media coverage samples.
All applications are subject to approval with no guarantee.
If a journalist repeatedly causes issues, teams can push for restrictions. We’ve seen it before.
Some examples of recent FIA enforcement: Johnny Herbert & Derek Warwick
The FIA has shown they will act when someone crosses a line:
Johnny Herbert (2025): removed from stewarding duties because his media work was “incompatible” with impartiality. Herbert had repeatedly criticized Max Verstappen in gambling site interviews. Jos Verstappen and Fernando Alonso have openly accused Herbert of bias (even his fellow pundits have made remarks about it on broadcast). The FIA’s statement: “his duties as an FIA steward and that of a media pundit were incompatible.”
Derek Warwick (2025): suspended for the Canadian GP after unauthorized media comments criticizing the FIA’s choice to penalize Verstappen in Spain. The FIA said his comments were “ill-advised.” He was replaced and only reinstated after apologizing.
If a steward can be sidelined for biased or provocative commentary, why should a journalist be immune from consequences for deliberately provocative questioning?
Discourse #4) The difference: “soft bans” vs. “hard bans”
What Max did is a “hard ban” it is direct, public, explicit. This is a world-wide sport with fans and personnel from a vast variety of cultures. Max’s way of dealing with this may have come off as disrespectful or harsh to the fans of cultures that are more soft-spoken. Max himself comes from a background that is stern, direct, and merciless. He gave Richards multiple chances to leave without extending the interaction, Richards chose to argue to get more press from it.
What makes this “news” worthy is that what usually happens is “soft bans”:
Ignoring specific journalists but not overtly
Giving access only to preferred outlets
Quietly excluding critics
Giving one-word answers until the journalist moves on
Max doesn’t do subtle. He’s been this way since his Toro Rosso days. But let’s not pretend soft bans don’t happen constantly.
The bottom line
Max Verstappen has a long history of being direct with reporters. He’s not banning all journalists. He’s banning one — from a non-FIA team event — after a pattern of provocative questioning that he, Lewis Hamilton, and probably others have reacted negatively to.
Giles Richards has now had two publicized incidents with top drivers (Lewis 2024, Max 2025) where he asked emotionally charged questions at vulnerable moments. The pattern suggests either a lack of training in paddock etiquette or a deliberate editorial strategy of rage-baiting. Neither is a good look.
Free speech means Richards can ask what he wants. It also means teams and drivers can decide who gets access to their events. And if the FIA can remove stewards for being “incompatible” with impartiality, they can certainly review whether certain journalists are maintaining professional standards or acting like paparazzi antagonizing drivers for a big story.
The only thing that was unusual here is that Max said it out loud. But that’s always the “problem” with him, isn’t it?
TL;DR:
Max Verstappen told Guardian journalist Giles Richards to leave a Red Bull hospitality session. The discourse is acting like this is unprecedented "bullying" of the press. It's not.
Drivers control media access all the time. The only difference is Max is blunt about it. Lewis blocked Netflix. Kimi gave one-word answers. Vettel skipped FIA pressers. Alonso refused British outlets. Soft bans happen constantly.
Richards has a pattern. In 2024, he asked Lewis Hamilton if he was "jealous" of Ferrari right after a bad race. Lewis snapped and walked out. In 2025, he asked Max if he regretted the Spain collision minutes after losing the championship by two points. Both questions were emotionally charged, asked at vulnerable moments, and designed to provoke.
Free speech isn't consequence-free. If a journalist repeatedly rage-baits athletes, teams can revoke access. The FIA has sidelined stewards (Herbert, Warwick) for biased commentary. This is the same principle.
"Soft bans" are normal. "Hard bans" are just honest. Max didn't ban all journalists. He banned one — from a non-FIA team event — after a pattern of disrespect he'd had enough of.
The only thing unusual here is that Max said it out loud. But that's always been his style.
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💌 first f1 post woohoo! thank u dani for motivating me to write.. TT
bf!ollie who gets distracted mid sentence because of you.
he’s explaining tyre degradation, making it seem like it’s the most important thing to exist─moving his hands animatedly, voice filled with excitement. but then he just stops.
you blink, “what??”
he shrugs, suddenly snapping back into reality, then scratching the back of his neck.
“sorry.. you’re just- yeah, never mind forget that,”
you roll your eyes, but then he lets out a soft awkward laugh, pulling you in closer.
“worth it” he adds
bf!ollie who calls you first after everything.
it doesn’t matter if it’s a good race, bad race, average race. his phone is already in his hand before anyone else can get to him.
“hi,” he blurts out when you answer, voice softer than it was in the paddock, even quieter?
you tell you saw everything, that you’re proud of him. then there’s a pause.
“okay” he breathes out, smiling so wide you can hear it from the other side of the phone. “now i’m good,”
bf!ollie who pretends he’s not clingy, but in reality─he absolutely is.
you’re standing next to him, not even touching in the slightest bit, yet somehow his hand always finds your waist anyway. resting there steadily.
“you don’t have to hold onto me, you know,” you tease
he hums, distracted “yeah, i know”
in the end, he doesn’t remove it. instead he tightens it─by just a bit─as if the idea of letting go never even crossed his mind.
bf!ollie who makes fun of your american pronunciation.
you don’t realize what you’ve said until he snorts
“sorry─say that one more time?”
“..water?”
“right, because there’s absolutely no T in that word for you, is there?”
you roll your eyes. “here we go again!”
he grins, leaning in close. “i’m being serious! it’s like you just decided halfway through the word that you were bored.”
you shove him softly, “well! i don’t make fun of how you say things”
he hums. “that’s because i say things correctly,”
bf!ollie who
debriefs races with you like it’s sacred.
you both are sitting on the floor, backs against the couch, while his head is thrown back─replaying laps in his head over and over again,
“right there” he says suddenly, pointing at nothing.. “that’s where i messed up,”
after a moment of silence, he adds on quietly: “you don’t have to understand this-“
you cut him off with a soft smile, “but i understand you,”
he goes quiet after that.
bf!ollie who remembers the smallest things about you.
things like your coffee order before you can even say it. the way you like your pillow flipped to the cool side. which days are harder and which days you need extra patience. and when you finally call him out on it, he only shrugs.
“it’s easy,” he says, like it’s supposed to be obvious. “it’s you”
bf!ollie who talks about the future more than he realizes.
you’re lying on the carpet together, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, his arm heavily wrapped around your waist.
that’s when he says very casually: “when we’ve got a place that actually looks like it belongs to us, i want a carpet like this, very comfy”
you turn your head to look at him, putting your phone down. “and when is that?”
he shrugs, smiling as if it’s obvious, like it’s already been decided long ago.
to the person who asked Sainz "How does it feel to be the most recent Ferrari race winner?", may you always find a parking spot at the perfect time, may you always find the right angle for your charger and may your pillow always be cold.
