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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I'm An Aston Martin

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♥ pairing: mark webber x fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader (+ some platonic grid)

♥ synopsis: something that may shock a new f1 fan is the way the grid absolutely fanboys over you. who could be surprised though? everyone is a y/n fan. even when they say they're not, they are. this proves to be true when rumors of you dating a driver spread around the paddock

♥ smau (crack) - fc: taylor swift - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!

♥ a/n: to the anon that requested this ily sm. I've been working on this for days and lowkey love it lmao. I also just realized how many singer!reader smaus I've made so I hope ya'll are enjoying them lmao (btw this follows an imaginary timeline so the dates for albums will be different than irl)

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theindustryupdates Y/n L/n performing 'Vigilante Shit' on the opening night of her tour !!!

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user6 MOTHER IS MO 👏 THER 👏 ING

user1 she ate I fear

user13 I love that this is a fan account but it's followed by all her friends and half the f1 grid

user4 dylan in the likes

user9 @/user4 I still don't know where he comes in with drums in snow on the beach but 😭

user5 go girl give us nothing

user8 "they say looks can kill and I might try" she kept that promise

user2 4+4 = ATE

user7 I'm obsessed with her

user12 george in the likes

user10 I bet he’s trying to get tickets as we speak

user14 ok but are we gonna talk about brina and gracie headlining ???

user15 guys I’m still SOBBING to the great war

user12 its so brocedes coded

user15 @/user12 SO TRUE !!!

user22 queen shit

-Finish The Lyrics: McLaren Video-

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alexandrasaintmleux feeling pretty at eras

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charles_leclerc THE prettiest

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user6 no bc how is her dress purple and silver at the same time

user1 YOUR DRESS 😍

user10 who’s gonna eras tour double date with me

oscarpiastri @/landonorris volunteers as tribute

user2 she’s so enchanted coded

danielricciardo I'm jealous

user8 how is she so gorgeous

user4 "I go back to wanting dudes who give nothing" CHARLES PUT IN SOME EFFORT 🗣

user7 FRRR its giving Hailey and Justin

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yourusername Here to bring 'Speak Now' to the Eras tour 💜! I'm so glad to have this album back and I am incredibly excited to show you all my six new vault tracks. Thank you to @/jackantanoff @/paramore and @/falloutboy for your collaboration with me. I hope you all enjoy!

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yelyahwilliams thank YOU for inviting us out <3 we'll see you at the launch party

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falloutboy honored to work with you

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user8 guys I'm not sure I can live through dear john again 😔

user7 real 😭

user13 I wonder who her team is gonna invite to the launch

user2 I hope loscar gets to go

yn.nation 👀

user2 @/yn.nation is this foreshadowing

user5 begging someone to pull out their tiktok live during this 🙏

user10 wouldn't be the craziest shit I've seen on a live tbh

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yn.nation thank you to everyone who showed up to the launch party! it means so much to us that you took time out of your day to celebrate with the team. here's some special guests we saw today <3

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user1 EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP THE GRID IS AT THE SPEAK NOW LAUNCH PARTY

user9 THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

user3 I'm gonna need a landolog as soon as possible

user7 hear me out y/n x fernando

user13 why- why do I see it?

user2 NAH 💀

user15 BAHHAHA

user11 new crack ship

user16 out of all the f1 ships this is certainly one of them

user22 all my worlds are colliding

user14 sabrina and gracie ?!?!?

user10 new favorite nando pic

user6 im literally obsessed with him 😭

user4 OK YES all my favorite people are there but are we gonna talk about the vault tracks???

user8 foolish one 🛐

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-2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix-

“Fernando Alonso has just gone fourth fastest. He's driving like a… well he's driving like a getaway car.”

Martin and Crofty giggled throughout the entirety of FP1, constantly making references to your songs. The two, along with the entire stadium that day, could only think about one thing: the Fernando Alonso Dating Rumors. This wasn't just a couple of jokes in the comments of your posts, no no no. It had made its rounds on all sorts of gossip pages and was all anyone could talk about.

The allusions to the rumors continued as Fernando completed a flying lap.

“Maybe that’s Alonso's style, maybe at the end they’ll say... would’ve could’ve should’ve; and maybe I’ll stop the Y/n L/n references at some stage.” 

It was safe to say no one would be shutting up about this anytime soon.

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aussiegrit life lately

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jensonbutton you still go to bars? aren't you like 80

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aussiegrit 🖕

oscarpiastri and you didn't even include me in your monthly photos wrapped

landonorris yea get in line

user9 who's the girl 😭

user4 I'm so jealous of her omg

user7 am I tweaking or is y/n just casually talking to the drivers now

user13 no yea she definitely created a new timeline branch

user2 fernando in the likes.

user3 welcome back webbonso

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aussiegrit @/maxverstappen1 so when's the playdate with jimmy and sassy?

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charles_leclerc can leo come too?

maxverstappen1 no ❤️

user7 the soft launch !?

oscarpiastri I taught him that

user13 guys that is 100% y/n in the second photo.

user1 the other pictures are literally her cats

user8 @/fernandoalo_oficial come get your girl

user3 @/fernandoalo_oficial come get your man!!!

user4 were all being unreasonably calm over the fact that @/yourusername IS DATING MARK WEBBER.

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-December 2023-

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jackantanoff working on something special

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user2 jack what does this mean

user2 JACK WTF DOES THIS MEAN

user5 not mark and fernando fighting over her

user7 I would be too tbh

user3 they're so real for that

oliviarodrigo so excited

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jensonbutton do I get invited to the launch party this time or will you forget about me again

yourusername aww jenson

yourusername I'll always forget about you 🥰

user8 I love their dynamic

user10 she's keeping us FED

georgerussell63 I'm sat

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fernandoalo_oficial mi amors @/yourusername @/aussiegrit

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yourusername te amo ❤️

aussiegrit love you

jensonbutton do you need a fourth?

user7 sorry guys I pretty much just passed out

user13 DID YOU ALL SEE JENSONS DELETED COMMENT 💀

user9 SCREAM

user10 THIS CANT BE REAL

user1 mark and fernando!? THATS THE DREAM. user5 there’s so much to unpack here 😭

lilyzneimer see you soon <3

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Traitor Pt.2 (OP81)

Oscar Piastri x Femeal Webber!Reader

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Summary:

(go read part 1 tee hee) a bit of Oscar’s POV of previous events plus my boy saving the day!

After a shock contract with Aston Martin, y/n Webber attends one last McLaren gala before the start of her dream career. The recent PHD graduate in aerodynamics saying goodbye to her friends and family to study under Andrian Newey.” Oscar hadn’t spoken to you since the announcement, but when you need him most he always shows up.

A/N Ahhh okay it’s HERE! I hope y’all enjoy. Let me know what else you would like to see! Oscars my boy give me reasons to write about him I beg

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Twenty minutes.

It has been twenty minutes since he has seen you, lingering in the crowd. Your soft hair shining, your sweet laugh bouncing from the walls around him; ringing in his ears. Your sickly sweet perfume invading his senses, derailing any coherent thought in his head.

Something was wrong.

Oscar knew it, he could feel it. The way his skin pricked and his stomach dropped. It twisted and churned as a chill ran down his spine. He wiped his sweaty palms on his dress pants, eyes scanning the room.

He was composed on the outside, his face and body a perfect image of calm, but on the insides he was going wild. Adrenaline flooding his veins and panic slowly settling into his chest.

Maybe you ditched the event?

Oscar scoffed at himself, yeah right. You were set on torturing him; the image of his hands running slowly over the plunging beaded neckline of your dress (the one you more or may not have picked specially with Oscar in mind), his lips trailing lightly over your neck, down your skin-

Oscar shook his head, he needed to find you. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

As if the gods had taken mercy on him, his phone buzzed in his pocket, your name flashing across his screen. Accompanied by a picture of you, close up with a wide and cheesy smile, eyes sparkling through the phone. The man didn’t hesitate, quickly clicking accept and bringing the phone to his ear.

He answered the call with a huff, his voice coming out harsher than expected, frustration and anger slowly taking hold. He scanned the room again, praying to catch a glimpse of you. Praying to see you leaning against the wall, laughing at the power you hold over him while explaining how this was all a joke of some sick creation.

“Osc. I need your help, I’m scared.”

His blood runs cold at the sound of your voice, strung out as you sob over the phone. He moved quick, maneuvering his way through bodies and out of the crowded room.

“Okay sweetheart, I need you to talk to me. Where are you? What’s going on?” His words are rushed, his mind racing.

He runs his hand through his hair, dress shoes clicking against the marbled floor. He received a grunt from you in response, his breath quickening.

“Baby listen to me-“ he voice cracks as hot tears sting the corners of his eyes. Clutching his phone with two hands as he speaks, a desperate plea;

“I can help you, but I need you to tell me where you are.”

”I'm so tired Osc, jus’ wanna sleep.” Oscar could barely make out the words, your speech slurred as they fell from your lips.

He wanted to scream

He was panicking now, voice shaking as he tried again;

”Please sweet girl, where are you? Look around, tell me what you see.”

he listens close, short breaths escaping his nose as he hangs on your every word.

”S’ cold”

“Okay good- that’s really good baby.” He fights to keep his voice calm, desperate to find you. “What do you see, sweet girl, what’s the room like?l

“S’ bright an-“. Hiccup breaks your sentence, a quiet sniff emanating from the phone. The beat of silence seems to stretch for Oscar, a single second aging the man by years.

“smells funny.”

Cold, Bright and smells funny

Your words play in his mind. Running over and over as he tried to connect the dots. He needed to find you. Needed to make sure you were okay. He needed to hold you and kiss you, to tell you he loved you and apologise for acting like a total tool these last weeks.

He stops dead, mind catching up to him.

BATHROOM!!! It shouted at him, alarm bells ringing.

His feet moved quick, practically breaking into a sprint in his desperate attempt to get to you. A heavy foot planting firmly on the wooden door and shoving it open with a forced motion. The noise of the wood slamming the tiled walls falls upon deaf ears as Oscar finally catches a sight of you.

Body slumped against the wall, legs stretch in front of you. Your head lay heavy to the side, short breaths puffing from your lips. You look up at him, eyes stained red as a sloped grin makes its way onto your features. He can’t help his chest swelling and heart skipping at that crooked grin.

Your smile faded and eyes dropped as your head jerks, falling harsh to the side once more.

Oscar feels the anger wash over him, hitting him in white hot waves.

Who had done this to you? Whoever it was, he had decided, he was going to find them and make them pay.

Nobody gets to fuck with her and get away with it.

He runs towards you, knees cracking on the hard floor as he falls next to you. Arm winding around your waste as he pulls your limp body into his arms. A sob escaped him as he buried his face in your hair, a shaking hand rising to cup cheek.

He ran his eyes over you, methodically scanning for any visible injury, his other hand reaching blindly for his phone.

He couldn’t call Mark, not yet. Knowing the older man would burn the building down if he saw you like this. He would probably kick Oscars teeth in if the older man knew Oscar was the one you called. He shook his head, mind focused on one thing; getting you out of here. The rest he could figure out later.

The phone rang twice before Zac picked up, voice loud and cheery as he greeted the Aussie driver with exaggerated joy. Oscar spoke quick, voice ruff and dropping low as he barked orders at Zac from down the line.

“Call the hospital and tell them to stand by. Y/n is hurt. I'll get her there quicker than an ambulance. Call Mark and have him meet me there.” Oscar didn’t give the man any room for questions as he hung up the call.

His arms come behind your knees as he lifted you bridal style in the air, moving fast out the emergency exit towards his car. He places your body in his passenger seat, clipping your seatbelt before running to the driver's side. Tyres screeching as he reveres out of the parking lot. Knuckles white on the steering wheel as he speeds towards the hospital.

He doesn’t know how fast he was going, vision tunneling with one thought clouding his mind. Years of training and competing at high speeds allowing the man to weave in out out of traffic with ease, cars honking in the distance at his erratic behaviour. His gaze falls over to you, a hand coming off the wheel to grasp yours, limp and cold.

“Don’t worry-“ he whispered, more to himself than you. “I’ve got you now, it’s going to be okay.”

His car screeches into the emergency bay, stopping with a huff. A crew of nurses waiting for him as he arrived.

His car left running as he follows you inside, trying his best to answer the questions being thrown his way.

Oscars knees felt weak as he watched the hospital staff wheel you away, his mind racing a million miles and hour while his chest strained. His vision blurred with fresh tears as the sounds of the ER fade together. Everything is passing him in a blur, his whole world collapsing around him.

Without you, he was nothing.

A shell of a man standing alone in a crowded ER. Shoulders slumped as he gazed down at the sanitised floor, the smell attacking his senses. He didn’t register the hot tears streaming down his face, the lost and longing gaze in his eyes.

Oscar whimpered out a small sob as a hand was planted firmly on his broad shoulder, spinning him.

Oscar is met face to face with Mark, his composure falling as the older man pulls him into a tight hug. Oscar falls heavily on the man, legs giving out as silent cries wreck his body. He shakes violently in the man’s arms, no words spoken between the two.

After ushering Oscar towards the waiting room, Mark watched him closely. The Aussie leaned forward slightly, hands resting firmly in place gripping the arm rests. His jaw clenched as his knee bounced in a nervous pattern, stuttering and starting again as his eyes scanned the room. Jumping slightly at the sound of alarms, head snapping towards the doors.

He ran a stressed hand harshly over his scrunched face, coming to rest over his tired eyes. Palms pushing flat against his eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to warm away the pounding settling in behind them. He sighed heavily as he slumped in his seat, defeated.

“Oscar-“ Mark started, stopping quick as the younger man flinched slightly from his voice. Mark clearing his throat before continuing;

“Thank you, I don’t know what might have happened. If you weren’t-“ Mark is stopped by the sudden movement of Oscar’s arm, his hand raising in defeat.

“Don’t.” Oscar sniffled, wiping his nose on his (way too expensive) suit jacket.

“Please, just don't. I can’t. I-I won’t sit here and think about ‘what if’s’”

Mark blinked once. Then nodded. The two falling into an understanding silence.

Oscar is shaken awake, having passed out once the adrenaline had worn off. Mark crouched in front of him. The older man looked worn, his stained eyes framed with dark heavy bags. A small, warm smile crossing his features.

“She’s awake.”

Oscar sighed in relief, closing his eyes and allowing his body to relax just slightly. You were awake, that meant you were okay.

“She’s been asking for you.”

He was up quick, tripping over Mark as he followed the doctor back to your room. He stood in the door as you gazed up at him from your bed. A weak smile crossing your features. Oscar didn’t miss the way your heart monitor skipped as he walked in the room, nor did the nurses as they shuffled their way out. Eyeing Oscar and giggling quietly to themselves as they closed the door.

He didn’t notice, his gaze stuck firmly on you. His movement is slow and unsure, approaching you in the way one would a wounded animal. His eyes wide and breath steady, as if the smallest breeze would cause you to shatter.

You reach out for him, arm shaking and heavy. The drugs running through your system slowing your movements.

Oscars heart clenched as you spoke, voice small and unsure.

“You came.”

He chuckled slightly, kneeling beside your bed shaking his head in disbelief. Oscar takes your hand, his large hands cupping yours in his grasp. Moving to play soft and delicate kiss to your knuckles. He peers up at you, a small dropped out smile on your face as you run your other hand through his unruly hair, doing your best to tame the frizzles nest.

“Of course I did. And I’m staying right here by your side for as long as you will have me.”

You tuck your lip into your teeth as tears brim your eyes, heart swelling at the man in front of you. Down on his knees, his big doe eyes starting into yours. Emotions swarming in them as he inspects your reaction, trying desperately to read your emotions.

Your dad has explained it to you. Oscar finding you in the bathroom. Him breaking just about every road law to get you here in a “actuality quiet impressive” (his words no yours) amount of time. Him breaking down in your dads arms in the waiting room.

“Oh just shut up and kiss me already.” You say, cupping both hands on Oscar’s jaw as you pull him into a strained kiss.

Oscar rising to his feet to lean over you, his tall frame hovering over yours as he breaks the kiss. A small, boyish smile on his lips, his cheeks flaming red.

The moment interrupted by the sounds of a voice. Mark leaned casually against the door frame with his arms crossed, a glint in his eye.

“Better watch yourself Piastri. Just because you got to play hero tonight doesn’t mean you can go around kissing my daughter right in front of me now.”