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ayrtonswnna · 11 days ago

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ʚïɞ "OSCAR WINS!" OP81

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✧₊⁺ oscar piastri x renée smith (autistic!female oc)

✧₊⁺ summary: renée gets too overwhelmed at the abu dhabi gp; her boyfriend has to work it out.

✧₊⁺ warnings: overstimulated character, character pushing past her own boundaries, self-harming regulation methods, verbal stims, the ending could be a bit better.

✧₊⁺ a/n: i wrote a few autistic characters before but i am well aware this is not my ground to step in, have in mind that i am an educator, i study for that and have and had neurodivergent students, i took several classes and courses under the theme, a lot of researches and studies. i tried to portray renée as accurate as possible and took my time reading from neurodivergent people, but in case you know better, feel completely free to talk to me and let me know any possible mistake!

Oscar and Renée have been together for eleven months now; they're nearing their one-year anniversary. By this point, they have found their way around each other's routines and ways.

He understood her in ways few people did and as fast as he drives. Having a neurodivergent girlfriend brought a lot to the table for the sweetest boyfriend. He knew she wouldn’t mind the paddock if she could arrive early and miss the crowd, dodge the attention and hang out in the box, the papaya headphones wrapping her curls, and the fidgeting toy hanging between her fingers. It would work just fine.

They'd have lunch together, and she'd stay around with his sister, who was also very kind and made it easy to just be. But it's Abu Dhabi, it's the title race. Of course, the box would be heated, and of course, she had to keep it together. It was Oscar's moment; he worked towards that and deserved a perfect night.

So by the last lap, everyone is going crazy. The mechanics and engineers were all so happy and excited. She found it incredibly amazing how they were all just family and bouncy. But it could never be her. Even though she tried. The headphones couldn't keep out the noise, and the corner she found herself in started feeling only smaller and smaller.

As the noise in the paddock rose, Renée felt the familiar pressure building in her chest. The sounds were like an avalanche, each one crashing down and piling on top of the last. She squeezed her fidget toy, trying to focus on its texture, but the edges of her vision blurred. "Just a few more hours," she told herself, her mind racing to find an anchor in the chaos.

She just had to make it out alive and wait until it was time to go back to the hotel.

"Put on a shirt, Miss Piastri! It’s a world-champion’s environment!" one of the mechanics said, throwing a papaya piece of fabric she had to focus on to catch. He was just being nice, trying to include her in the celebration.

"Thanks," she tried, unfolding the shirt and cursing herself once she saw the tag in the back of the collar.

Alright, just a few more hours. So she put on the shirt, watching as the people got ready to welcome the drivers back in the box.

Oscar took longer to show up; it was a tough race. He was received in the crew's arms, and Renée just focused on the happy moment. He might be feeling so many things right now she couldn't just interrupt that. The thing is she also couldn't unravel her mind from the unsettling feeling, and the tag at the back of her neck kept tickling her skin.

"Heeey, baby! World champion, huh?" he said, approaching with open arms, a wide smile on his face as he put a cap on. "Look at you! All in papaya!"

She smiled through her thoughts, wrapping her arms around his waist before pecking his lips. But he noticed, he always did.

"Congratulations, baby. I knew you'd make it. Best in the world."

"Your words, not mine," he smiled, fixing the headphones over her head and touching the shirt so casually it felt natural. "Are you alright? It’s so noisy out here," he said nicely, while twirling the piece of harder fabric before pulling the tag off like it was a thin piece of paper.

"It's alright," Renée smiled again. "I am just happy. Really happy. I know how much you wanted this. How are you feeling?"

"So great! It’s better than I thought it would be; I can’t even describe." His bunny-teethed smile almost made her forget how overwhelming it all felt. "Really, really happy you're here with me; I don’t think I’d make it without you."

"Of course you would, you're Oscar Piastri! F3 and F2 back to back, McLaren driver. It's you," she shoved him softly, unconsciously flinching when she heard the team screaming over something.

"Love you."

"I love you too, baby. Are you sure you want to stay? I can dodge it for a bit if you want me to."

"No! No, it's ok. You're a world champ! You gotta celebrate."

"But I can always—"

"Oscar! You can celebrate with your girlfriend later! Pop more champagne, you know? Now come here!" Of course, Lando Norris.

A fun one.

"Go, baby. I'll be here, ok? It's your moment."

"Are you—"

"Yes! Yes, I am. Now go!"

"Alright, but if you need to… We can head off. Alright? Promise you're gonna tell me if anything happens. Please," he insisted, kissing her lips once again.

"Yes. Promise."

"Great. Love you, bub. I'll be back." One more kiss, and then he's off. And Renée can only hold herself together for the next few hours. The fidgeting toy couldn't handle the job anymore, and by the end of the night, her skin had bruises all over her hands from picking it between her fingers repeatedly for self-regulation.

At this point, she was already non-verbal, and the small cuts around her hands were being overcut. Oscar cursed himself once he saw his girlfriend sitting on one of the couches in the corner, the cold wind almost unnoticed by her numbed brain. Like she could just disassociate.

He knew she couldn't, though. He knew her mind was racing too fast, and they should've left hours ago.

"Hey, bub. Hey. Let's go, ok? I am taking you to the hotel, alright? Yes or no?"

Oscar could guess everything at this point; she probably wouldn't talk, but they worked just fine with yes or no questions and head nods. So she nodded her head yes, and he offered his hand, now noticing hers were just too busy.

"Baby, hey. It's alright. Let's just… Just leave. Do you want a paper sheet?"

He knew some alternatives for the self-harming stims; paper for her to rip into small pieces, a warm bag. He took his time finding out what worked better, and when she didn't react, he knew it had to go his way. She was not going to answer, and he wouldn't let her keep hurting herself. So he just wandered off to the engineering table and grabbed any sheet of paper, putting it in between her hands. A sigh of relief left his chest as she accepted the paper.

"Great, there you go, darling… You're doing great. Let's go? Take a shower?"

Now she nodded. Renée got to her feet, accepting being cooed until they were on their way to the car that awaited them, making him remember he had to deal with Lando, who was also going to take the ride.

"Lan, look. Renée isn't ok, I think she's overstimulated. Can you take another car? I need to take her back, and she needs to calm down," he said, making sure to let his teammate get close enough before talking.

"Oh—sure!" He glanced quickly and automatically at the girl, getting the situation right away. "It's just fine, I can go with Andrea or one of the guys. It's alright, go. Call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, mate. You're the best."

"I know." He broke the ice his way around, stopping halfway to give them some space. "See you tomorrow!"

Oscar nodded before opening the car door, still cooing his girlfriend inside and exchanging a few words with the driver. The piece of paper was now shattered and missing parts, so he improvised with a bold one, his own hand. Renée was always cautious when he offered her that, not wanting to hurt her boyfriend.

So she just kept moving his fingertips up and down, looking out the window until they were at the hotel room.

Finally, there was silence. Oscar closed the windows and emptied the bed, knowing really well Renée would be lying on the floor as soon as he turned around.

"Doing great, bub. Really great. I'm taking your shoes off, ok?"

She nodded. Fingers still fighting between themselves, her mind just too clouded to process anything. Damn, it was Oscar's night; it was supposed to be his moment, and she felt like she ruined it all. Such a bother, an inconvenience.

Oscar would never think of it like that, though. He was just too focused on taking her shoes off and checking on her properly, just to make sure she was not hurting herself.

"Do you want to stay on the floor? It’s pretty chill, right?" His patience was always one of his best virtues. It’d allow her to get comfortable, and it’d be one less pressure.

"Yes," she managed to say, her boyfriend smiling softly as the word left her lips. "Oscar wins!"

Renée had some verbal stims; she made her way around them often, and Oscar could be surprised sometimes, once she saw a TikTok video about his contract story with Alpine and kept saying, "I understand that… Without my agreement…" every now and then.

But the "Oscar wins!" was the cutest; Oscar loved it.

"Yeah, sometimes he does." He chuckled. "Are we ok? Do you need something?"

"Hu-hum." She hiccupped. "Don’t want to bother."

"You never bother me, bub. Is there something I can do right now? Or do we like the floor?"

"We like it," she kept the few words dynamic. "And Oscar wins!"

"Oscar wins, yes." Again, he let out a soft chuckle, looking around for what to do next. "Can I take the headphones off? It’s quiet in here."

"Yes, it's fine." Renée did the job herself, taking the piece away and letting Oscar grab it. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Nothing to be sorry about, baby. We need to rest anyways." Oscar wanted to say he's the one who should be apologizing; he imagined she'd get overstimulated and overwhelmed inside the garage and still, he let her stay, trusting her words even knowing damn well she wouldn't want to interrupt his celebration.

So he just understood he had to try to make it up. Renée was all about space, he knew she'd come around for contact when she wanted to and it was just them on a regular basis. She loved cuddling, but Oscar would just wait until she approached by herself. Always making it clear when touching, always asking. The kindest of the kinds.

"Oscar wins!" she repeated, taking a bit of impulse until she could flip and lay on her belly, making a pillow with her arms. "You are amazing, Osc. I don't deserve you, you can't do all of that for me."

"Don't say that," he mouthed, keeping the tone serious but trying to be chill. "Don't say that, I love you and you deserve every care in the world. You deserve every bit of my time."

"Love you too," it was the first thing her mind caught. "Not every bit… Because Oscar wins! And I can't be with you inside the car."

"Yeah, bub. Unfortunately, you won't fit inside the car." He chuckled, laughing at how simple this talk could be. "But you fit right into my bed! Do you want to shower so we can sleep?"

"Yes, I think I have champagne on me. Can we have a cold shower?"

"You can have your cold shower and then I can take my warm one. No cold water for me." He kept the chill voice tone, giving himself the job to grab her clothes and towels. "Let's go, baby. We are exhausted."

"Because Oscar wins!" she stimmed her way around as she stood up.

The verbal stims are usually her least favorite ones, they were noisy and they caught more attention. But this one was just a way to let Osc know she was really happy about the world title. And he could get that pretty easily.

"Oscar and the team win," he laughed, waiting for her by the bathroom door. "Go for your cold shower, I'll keep you company."

"Yes. Osc, you're the best boyfriend."

"And you are the best girlfriend."

ʚïɞ ayrtonswnna, 2024. requests are open (: reblogs and feedback are always welcome (:

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impishjesters · 1 year ago

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Touch-starved Moon

CW// non-sexual touching, teasing, no actual sexual content notes: Sun and Moon are separate animatronics, not mentioned but implied that the reader is already dating the boys A/N: I don't know what to call this, a preview? Snippet? Drabble? Either way, late last night I got on the topic of touch-starved Moon with my friend, which led to me typing up bits at a time to send them. They were my magical muse because I've been having writer's block, so I just find it funny that I wrote up a bunch via Discord messages versus my usual setup...and on my phone of all things. Maybe I'll do this more to try and get out of my writer's block, definitely seems to be doing a better job than forcing myself to write shit up. But yeah, since this was written up on my phone I've gone through and fixed all my 2 am sleepy typos and grammar mistakes, obviously this isn't finished. Again why I said I don't really know how to label it. Maybe with enough interest, I could pick it up and flesh it out a bit more. But it wasn't intended to be this long, just like the first bit then a jump to the reader touching and over-stimming Moon and junk 💀

“Hm, Moonie?” Your hand drifted down his chest plate before giving the elastic of his pants a quick snap.

Moon hummed, gaze still locked on your face. “Yes, star?”

“What did I just say?”

“What?”

“Oh my, Moonpie were you distracted?”

“I was listening.” he hissed. Moon’s chest plate rumbled with annoyance but grew warm under your touch.

“Mhm, and what was I saying?”

Moon froze and sent your hand a glance, watching as your fingers walked their way down his stomach. “D-daycare..”

“Daycare? Mm, that’s a pretty broad topic.”

“Cleaning..” he cleared his throat. “Cleaning the daycare..”

“Moonie… It’s morning, the daycare is already clean.”

Shit.

“Seems like someone hasn’t fully booted up. I’ll overlook it this time, try not to get distracted with the kiddos, okay?”

Moon forced himself not to chase your hand as it left him, forcing out a grunt in agreement.

“Well,” you stretched and turned to look out into the daycare. “I’m gonna go find Sunny and ask him for his thoughts on what I said.”

He flinched. Did you ask him for his thoughts on something? For the daycare? Moon held back a whimper as you left, crimson eyes trailing the hand you used to touch him, now being used to wave Sun down. The same hand used to touch him now rested against Sun, and it made his chest ache and stomach churn.

Why did you stop touching him?

The rest of the morning was spent with the feeling of eyes on you. Every curious glance resulted in catching Moon’s gaze on you instead of the children he was supposed to be tending to. And without fail, every time he was caught he’d look away and find a way to excuse himself to a different place in the daycare.

By nap time the staring didn’t let up, even Sun had commented, questioning why Moon was so out of it and staring at you.

Moon silently stewed in his emotions, irritated at every touch between you and Sun. You’d yet to touch him again, in fact, you’d gone out of your way to avoid touching him.

During lunchtime, you’d made sure to avoid his touch while handing out the lunch trays, only to touch Sun’s by “accident”.

What made Sun so special? Was it because he’d spaced out earlier? Were you upset? Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be in Sun’s place right now.

Should he apologize? If he was going to he needed to think fast, you’d turn away from Sun and were headed straight for…him?

“Hey Moonpie.” You whispered, careful of the sleeping children, and sat beside him on the floor keeping a decent distance between the two of you. “Feeling better?”

Moon’s voice box rumbled. “Peachy.” Despite the darkness, he could see the gap between the two of you clear as day. Normally you’d sit on his lap with him during nap time while Sun took to doing a mid-day clean up.

“Is that so? I’m glad.”

The glow-in-the-dark stars of the nap room alongside Moon’s dimly lit eyes gave you just enough lighting to see the gap between you two. His leg twitched and you took to distracting yourself to look at a nearby napping child—time to see how the event from this morning would unfold.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the music box playing away in Moon’s chest. Careful to keep your eyes elsewhere, you’d occasionally catch the gap between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.

“What do you think of a sleepover tonight?”

Moon flinched, pausing mid-movement to process the question. “Sleepover? Tonight?”

“Mhm, I talked it out with Sun. Use the theater room and get pillows and blankets to cuddle up together.”

Harsh red lights lit up your face, nearly blinding you and risking waking the children. You slapped a hand over his eyes and they instantly dimmed. Well, that’s new.

You’d c-cuddle them? Of course, you’d done that before but that was…well before his current predicament. No, wait focus.

Your hand lingers on his eyes despite the light dimming, watching those tiny pinprick pupils stare at your hand. Oh right, it probably doesn’t feel great having someone’s hand on your eyes.

Before your hand can fully pull away and lose all contact Moon grabs it, shifting it to his cheek instead. It’s at that moment you feel his leg touch yours…he closed the gap you’d intentionally placed between the two of you.

Such a touchy little Moonpie.

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