MILLION DOLLAR WOMAN | OP81

an: i head to france tomorrow guys, today is my final day of freedom rip. this was so fun to write because imagine just finding out your partner is a millionaire fr, based off of this request

wc: 2.5k

Oscar could see her sitting at the dining table through the floor-to-ceiling windows as he parked his car. The quiet of their home in Monaco always took him by surprise—no revving engines, no buzz of the pit crew. Just her typing away on her laptop with her usual cup of tea. She looked up as he walked in, gave him a quick smile, and then returned to her screen. Always so relaxed, even as he walked in carrying the tension of a bad training session.

"Good day?" she asked, barely looking up. He nodded and mumbled something about a corner he'd taken too fast. She listened but didn’t pry. She never did. That's how she was. She was more interested in weekend hikes than race standings, in cooking simple meals than joining him at fancy team dinners. It was a refreshing kind of simplicity, though sometimes a little mystifying. She didn’t ask about the sport or his schedule, never got jealous over the fans, and didn’t seem to care about the lifestyle that came with dating an F1 driver.

theonottsbxtch

driverlando asked:

🍇 can I please get a blurb for Oscar? maybe doing face masks with him hehe?

It was early afternoon in your apartment, sunlight streaming through the blinds as you dabbed a face mask over your cheeks, humming softly to yourself. Just as you were smoothing out the last bit, Oscar wandered into the bathroom, a curious look on his face.

“What on earth are you doing?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned against the doorway. His messy hair, tousled from a long nap, made him look even more relaxed than usual. Four weeks off from racing, and he finally had time to just be with you.

You grinned. "Self-care. Want to try?"

His nose scrunched up, half-amused, half-sceptical. “Not really my thing.”

“Oh, come on,” you coaxed, already grabbing a little bunny-eared headband from your vanity drawer. “You’ll love it. Besides, you need a break.”

Before he could protest, you pulled him in, sliding the headband onto his head, pushing back his messy hair, and reaching for the pink clay mask.

He looked at his reflection, eyes widening. “I look ridiculous.”

You stifled a laugh, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You look adorable. Now hold still.”

As you gently applied the mask to his face, his fingers played absentmindedly with the bunny ears, adjusting them to stand up straight. He tried to frown but couldn’t hide the amused glint in his eyes. Finally, you finished, wiping your hands on a towel and beaming at him.

“See?” you said. “Pink is definitely your color.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning forward to press his nose to hers, the mask still tacky. “Only for you.”

You couldn’t resist; he just looked too cute, bunny ears and all. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. But as your foreheads brushed together, you felt a slight smear and pulled back, eyes widening.

“Oh, no,” you laughed, reaching up to inspect the damage. Sure enough, his face mask had smudged at the top, and there was a pale swipe of your mask on his forehead.

He caught his reflection and burst out laughing. “Guess I wasn’t cut out for beauty treatments.”

You shook her head, trying to bite back a smile. “You’re such an imbecile.”

Still grinning, he reached out to wrap an arm around you, pulling her close again. “Maybe. But I’m your imbecile.”

the end.

an: i need me a soft boyfriend who won’t mind doing face masks with me 🥲

theonottsbxtch

NO TIME TO DIE PT.3 | OP81

an: lando my sweetboy, what can i say

summary: a continuation of the skyfall series, following a peaceful few months away from the world they were so used to, they were found again. this time neither of them knew what could happen.

wc: 10k

warnings: mentions of death, comas

part one | part two |

The dim light of the safe house barely penetrated the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the room. She sat at the small kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a lukewarm cup of coffee, the bitter taste grounding her as her thoughts swirled in chaos. Each tick of the clock seemed to echo the weight of the past week—the long, agonising days spent waiting, hoping, and working tirelessly to bring Oscar back.

theonottsbxtch

NO TIME TO DIE PT.2 | OP81

an: imma just drop this off and run in the other direction, might have to mute my notifs after this SORRY

summary: a continuation of the skyfall series, following a peaceful few months away from the world they were so used to, they were found again. this time neither of them knew what could happen.

wc: 5.6k

part one

The guards dragged her out of the lab, rough hands gripping her arms as they led her back through the compound. But as her body moved on autopilot, her mind was somewhere else, racing through everything that had just happened. The prototype. Oscar. The syringe. Lando’s chilling words echoed in her head, twisting like a knife in her chest.

Neural reboot.

theonottsbxtch

NO TIME TO DIE | OP81

an: okay so no one actually asked for this but i was listening to the song and it made me want to continue the skyfall series, this is set a few months after skyfall, enjoy!

wc: 4.5k

The sound of waves rolling in against the shore had become part of the rhythm of their days. It was peaceful here, tucked away on the coast of a quiet Mediterranean town. The sun-drenched pier stretched into the turquoise water, where Oscar worked hauling crates and helping local fishermen. It was nothing like the life they’d once known—missions, danger, codes whispered through secure lines. Here, they were just two people trying to blend into the ordinary world.

theonottsbxtch

SKYFALL PT.3 | OP81

an: this is the final part of spy!reader x spy!oscar and god i love them so much, i didn't know what i wanted to do with final part but i think it ends perfectly with not too much expectation yk. anyway, buckle in and enjoy!

wc: 5.6k

warnings: slight mention of death, drugging

part one | part two |

Oscar leaned back against the cold stone wall of the alley, eyes shut tight, trying to calm the pounding in his chest. The distant sounds of Parisian nightlife filtered through the city streets, but they barely registered. All he could think about was her. The way her lips had curved into that smug, knowing smile just before she slipped away—again.

He dragged a hand over his face, letting out a slow, frustrated breath. Damn it. She had played him perfectly. He should’ve seen it coming. Hell, he had seen it coming, but the moment she touched him—her fingers brushing against his cheek, her hand slipping into his hair—he had hesitated. For that one crucial second, he’d faltered, and she’d taken full advantage of it.

Of him.

theonottsbxtch

SKYFALL PT.2 | OP81

an: i don't know how many parts to make this but i'll see how much i can split this into. anyway, author advice - don't run through paris barefoot and if any of you work for the CIA or MI5, i really apologise for how weak i've made you guys sound by turning this into a silly little romance.

wc: 3.8k

part one

The dim light of the chandelier glistened off the rim of her champagne flute as she moved through the crowd, her practised smile firmly in place. The black cocktail dress she wore clung to her in all the right ways, elegant but understated. It was the kind of dress that made people notice her, but not ask too many questions. Perfect for slipping in and out of high-profile events like this one without drawing too much attention.

theonottsbxtch

Anonymous asked:

Hi again! It’s 🐴

I have a request for youuu. What if there is a spy!reader that has been at blows with spy!Oscar Piastri? They’re enemies that will eventually turn to lovers perhaps? 👀 I do love me a good enemies to lovers trope sometimes.

SKYFALL PT.1 | OP81

an: hello again sugar! oh my god the fun i had so much fun writing this, it's a short series. i wrote it all yesterday when i was on a massive coach trip up to see my friend and i am now in love with spy!oscar piastri RAHHH, i also had to name this skyfall because that's like the trademark song for formula one

wc: 2.5k

The rain was relentless, a steady downpour that washed over the narrow Italian streets, cloaking everything in a hazy mist. The city had always had a certain charm, but tonight it felt like a battlefield. She moved swiftly through the shadows, the collar of her coat pulled up, shielding her from the cold rain. She’d memorised every turn, every alley. There was no room for mistakes tonight.

She approached the dimly lit café, her pulse steady, her mind sharp. This was supposed to be an easy job—retrieve the data, disappear. But in her line of work, things rarely went as planned.

Inside, the familiar hum of quiet conversations filled the air. Tourists sipped espresso, locals lingered over wine. She took a seat by the window, her eyes scanning the room beneath her calm exterior. The contact was late. She hated late.

Just as she began to grow impatient, the door swung open, and he walked in.