#core restart

[esoterictriangle]

wake up

time

lies

stretch

slow

wake up

The world comes back. That's the best way to put it, I guess. It was as if I woke from a deep sleep, but I got no rest; I wasn't sure if I had been for an instant or a century, but I chose to believe it was an instant because I was afraid the opposite was true. I'm standing, which is weird, in a maintenance corridor, which is not. The walls are full of pipes (normal) that are cold and silent (weird). The end of the tunnel is near, and I know the open space outside it. Groggily I walk out to turn the corner to see the stadium. The lights are off, emergency LEDs dimly showing the outline of the buildings around me. Above me is the open I know and love and below me is the stone so well trod. It feels like the sun's about to warm the horizon, peeking up and coloring the blues of this twilight with the warm pinks of dawn, but I know the sun doesn't shine here and intuit the sunlamps are offline. I want to smell coffee and hear a train rumble in its tracks, I want to hear the whisper of a thousand outfits and feel the sleepy anticipation of a thousand souls but there's only me and the trains are frozen on their tracks (there's one right there, not even in the station)

I found myself gravitating towards the stadium, and suddenly I felt the rough stiffness of coveralls, where I thought the softness of pajamas was a moment ago: I was dressed for a work I didn't think I knew but felt as if I could. The fabric was a familiar sensation, comforting in its discomfort, reminding me to take them down the street to my neighbor and trade some knitting skill for some sewing and line them with something nicer but also reminding me that yes, I do know this work and here I was, at back entrance 6 and here was the doorpad and here was my hand and now the long hallway and now the office-cum-locker room where we posted our wishlist and divvied it out, claiming the nice jobs and working together on the nasty to make their pain bearable. I remember this and I remember being afraid when I thought to put some work hours here as well as in… somewhere else (why can I remember blaseball but not the other?); I remember fearing the press and desire of the crowds and its power, worried working here meant I'd feel the pull of Spectating more strongly and get sucked into the Being and Participating and Cheering and—but it actually made it easier, weakened its power. I could be supporting The Splort a way better for me, for my body. (I remember this, but I'm also more afraid now of a new thought: why is maintaining blaseball so important to me, to the core? The thought lingers, but in a guilty way, as if the air is afraid of me asking)

I flicked familiar switches, and got familiar light in response; the core was quiet but there was still power here. Nothing was dusty but everything had an air of disuse. I got to the main bank and flip the switches for maintenance mode lights. I hear the clunk and thrum and those huge lamps (yet so small and weak compared to the full stadium lights) kicked on, bathing the stadium in warm, dim light and causing stark shadows to leap into the corridor I stood in. I walked out onto the field and stepped to grass that was somehow still green to an infield that desperately needed raking. The bases were here, but the players were not. No sound of practice, no sound of rest; only the sound of anticipation. I walked to the home dugout and saw it littered with detritus, as if the team was here, just a minute ago. That thought scared me, so I hurriedly walked back out. I think I had made sure to schedule my hours here when the team was playing away. While the infield needed raking, the outfield was pristine (oh. I just remembered: it's synthetic. Better to put the effort of caring for green towards the green that will feed us and soothe our souls). I walked along the foul line and touched the padded back wall of the field. A player might have just kicked off this; that indentation there from the desperate reach to try and stop a triple. I could feel the wishes of countless fans, the push and pull of a myriad of souls cheering, it was almost like the stadium was full, the lights on, the game in its final innings, the excitement fever pitch hit run—

I felt a sound and looked up into the silent expanse above me and saw something coming. It was definitely falling, but at first it looked as if it didn't know where gravity pulled; it was falling out, not down—and then, neat as a button, it was falling down, as if it suddenly remembered which way down was supposed to be, except I was sure it wasn't it remembering but rather me. It landed in the outfield, not 20 meters from me. It was a blaseball player. I felt awe, but also sadness and maybe fear. I had never been nearer to one of our players than the distance between the stands and the field, and I tried to not go to many games despite feeling it was Necessary to. Something about that willingness to put all on the line, to play and be played, it scared me.

The player looked at me, mothlike, glowing like the neon (altho most of it was still struggling to light), dark as the emptiness above and seeming to have come home after a long journey abroad.

"…hi"

My voice broke the quiet, which was a shame, but it seemed important to greet this player, seemed important to have a player, seemed… vital to have one.

"welcome… to the core? I'm not sure what's left, but what we have is yours as much as mine"

They seemed to understand I was speaking, but the words didn't have meaning. A different language? I chose English as a broad choice, but I could try the broken bits of what else I kn—oh, they're signing I think? They're deaf. OK. I try again, in DownSL; I don't think it's really what they know, but it's all I know and hopefully we can figure something out,

, I repeat. Their eyes don't widen (I don't think they can) but I sense—smell?—surprise, recognition, something else. The response is rapid and in DSL—they do know it, ok—I think the last thing is sadness but that doesn't seem to capture the totality.

I wish I knew the answers, but I don't. I'm pretty sure they're the only player here though; the core is too cold for more. It takes me a moment to try to answer; I wonder if that third thing is anger more than sad and I swallow my intimidation. I'm suddenly reminded of an ancient player, one who held the team for too short a time, but I don't know why they of all players roll in my mind. Scoresburg. I realize I was trying to answer a question. It's too late, the bug (affectionate {wait, do I like blaseball players? I thought I was afraid of them.}) has stalked towards the dugout. I don't know if I should follow or not. I don't know what I'm supposed to do at all, really. The machines aren't just off, they're cool. The thrum of the core replaced with the song of the void (hello beautiful), all openness and that quiet you can hear.

The full stadium lights kick on. The player is walking back, an orange jumpsuit on matching mine and a toolbox in hand. They stop near home plate, wave me over. I think it's time to get back to work

#blaseball #blaseball fic #fic #i don't write fic often but i did this #vibes #blaseball fall ball #core mechanics #empty core #core restart #core lore

[cordeliawhohung]

Kore you're gonna make me lose my mind

want me to make it worse?

“Hey, doll,” he greets, his suave aura hiding the fact his heart pounds in his chest so violently it almost hurts. “Havin’ a good night?”

#core responds #okay last one i promise #can't show too many hints before like #actually finishing the damn thing lmfao #it'll be out tomorrow i'm sure once i've restarted my brain <3 #i just can't get his voice out of my head

[crimsonyoukai]

“Hurry and get inside me.”

“Don’t be too loud. Okay?”

#like/rb if saved/used #my edits #therapy game #therapy game restart #shizuma x minato #minato mito #shizuma ikushima #meguru hinohara #hinohara meguru #manga #manga community #manga collection #manga core #manga blog #manga and stuff #mangacap #manga aesthetic #english manga raws #nsft posting #therapy game english raws #lgbt manga #manga posting #therapy game restart volume 1 by meguru hinohara

[glass-oranges]

D3molish.

#i don't like this thst much but itssss ok? #ive fought with this drawing for over a month and restarted it at one point bc the perspective wasn't extreme enough #and its still not enough now auughgh but im gonna post it so i can get myself to draw other things #its supposed to be a perspective from the ground looking up but #i wanna talk about him so bad and i was gonna do it here but im tired<33 #i need to write the plot outline but im still not used to just making a post randomly talking about my ocs #ill get over it one day but i have a lot of stuff (mainly school work) to deal with so im not in the mood #oopss this turned into me ranting anyways rise and grind #stole the title from Splatoon can you tell I've played too much side order #portal 2 #portal #portal oc #vampire core

[squidaped-oyt]

I finally got DAO to run without crashing every fifteen minutes, then wondered why the DLC wasn't showing up in game and realised the offers folder was empty for some godforsaken reason

#it is certainly fun to get this game running and relatively stable on a pc these days #tracking down the 4 gb patch/exe plus hitting the task manager every single time you open the game to set it to run on a single cpu core #and running the graphics on medium because it doesn't play well above that with pcs that aren't from the early 2000s #and after all that there's still the memory leak issue that means you have to restart every couple of hours when it starts to slow down #worth it though #i have so many hours in dao and meanwhile i haven't touched inquisition in forever lmao #dragon age

[solipsistful]

im mad at how perfectly tuned for my brain "roguelite city builder" is (Against the Storm)

like nooo i need to be doing thingsss D:

- ace

#like i have a habit of restarting city builders before really building up into end-game stuff #and this game just went 'hey what if that was the core gameplay loop? :)'

[strzyggus]

Durge slurping the intestines like a spaghetti.

#oc: Kalina #the dark urge #Durge #i was almost asleep and my mind just created #this monstrosity and it woke me up #the lady and the tramp style u know #now im going back to sleep i intend to spend my day off NOT sleeping till 3 PM #my new assistant menager in training is annoying me to the core and i was ready to bite her #manifesting not being sent to the same location as her please #so goodnight to all of you and especially to my baby currently enjoying someones viscera #spaghetti boooal-gnese #somehow i didnt encounter boooal yet time to restart the game #Nnoo fuck im going to bed father forgive me for these undecorous thoughts im not going to play #ronn plays bg3

[bisaster-energy]

i do get making cas essentially human i understand that he can adjust to it and actually enjoy life like that. but um. i just think he can be just as fulfilled as a full blown angel

#human cas fics fuck severely they go hard #but i cant really vibe with cas like. just ''being human'' endgame #cos we already know no matter if he can fly no matter if he has grace he won't BE human that's an entirely different species ya dig #if the show was normal about non-human creatures being people as much as humans are #i probably wouldn't mind as much? but the show is very very sucky about that so #they scratch the surface on nonhumans being capable of like. fear and hopelessness and love. #and instead of really having salmondean explore this they just. forget about it and maybe the cycle restarts in another motw ep #ik it probably aligns with the overall copification of those 2 and it makes me so full of malice... #what im saying is cas is decidedly other. a creature an incredibly powerful one. #and i think it really shows that him not being human separates him from them. he's not as trusted #even after 12 years :/ it's kinda easy to oust him cos he keeps relationships with heaven. #which brings me to the whole ''oh fuck angels we hate angels oh but um not you cas!!'' thing like bro he's still an angel #you pick which monsters u find worthy of redemption but never fully accept them for what they are and discard em pretty easily #so yeah i think having cas be graceless is interesting and even makes sense but ig it just seems too easy on the winchesters #they never had to really accept cas as a full powered angel cos honestly they way they remember it #cas at full power wings in tact was just an asshole and he was barely ever back to that: comfortable in his prime after like s7 wtv #once it's all over and done with i think it'd be cool if cas could have all his wings and power in tact and just be at peace like that #he's an angel but he doesn't have to be a soldier anymore he can quite literally do anything now whole point of free will #and yeah he can choose to be graceless sure but he can never be human anyway. physically at his core he's something Else and i think #dean should have to like. live with that tbh #they never have to REALLY tackle the ''monsters are people too'' aspect and angel cas endgame would prove that regardless #he IS family. they dont NEED him to be an angel to USE him but regardless he is what he is and #they are fine with him not being human because he's family and they love him who cares what you are. #cos in cas' mind he needs his power to be useful but also he cannot truly be part of them while he is noticeably Other due to their bias #this is true for other characters obviously jack rowena crowley #sam's whole thing with benny 💀 #but this is a cas post and i haven't watched the show in years so this isn't like. a cited essay lmao just ramblings #in short i just want cas to be fully angel while not feeling he HAS to be for others' sake and have the brothers be genuinely cool with it #cas my best friend cas #cas studies

[virikako]

Don't mind me duking it out with Balteus for 3 hours straight.

#YEEEEEEEUP #this is like crack I swear #I ain't that good but the head against wall feeling #Its back baby reassembling every mech combo to finally see what works #had to back out to buy a weapon and restart but fucckkk fun #armored core 6

[valebatcattus]

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#stuff i learned today about the crisis core remake (steam version specifically) is that if you don't close the game and restart after #roughly an hour or so then cutscene start glitching where voicelines start being spoken all at once #and overlapping into some sort of horrific eldritch soundfile #while the subtitles flash too fast to read #Quality Work by sqeenix as always

[ckharchive]

240113 NTX_OFFICIAL_ update

#240113 #twitter update #era: restart #kyuhyun #music show: music core

[cordeliawhohung]

tuesdays are the bane of my existence. they always feel so long. and then i come home and brain doesn't want to work(write). anyway i'm gonna romance hot mommy tiefling (karlach) in baldurs gate i'll see y'all later

#core talks #i've restarted the game a million times because the updates break my mods #and then they add new content i must see #idk if i want to restart the karlach romance or go with the twink this time #or maybe i'll romance shadowheart we'll see #just not gale #wyll is adorable but his heroism makes me want to scream actually

[hirokiyuu]

lobocorp (my face in my hands)

#i think i need to restart my current run bc i have red riding hood so trying to do geburas mission is a BITCH #im doing core suppressions rn too....... (head in hands) #wwwww dont get me wrong i really like this game but I Get Why People Say It's So Fucking Hard Now #i went in toooootally blind and i dont regret that but holy shit. holy shit #that sim sure can manage #personal #side note tho i loooooove yesod #guy whos had a yesod quote as her disc status since she read it #i like all the guys so far tbh but yesod........ yesod............... #i like chesed a lot too so far tbh wwww

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Dog walker #part 1 #death defying #Danny is sus for thinking Damain adorable right off the bat #but its because he reminds me him of Jazz

[foldingfittedsheets]

So I’m a little embarrassed to admit that when I thought my Switch was broken, my issue with force restarting it was that I mistook the home button for the power button. The advice people gave me should have worked.

When I realized today that the core should have its own button I was able to restart it and everything was fine.

To celebrate, please enjoy a non exhaustive list of other silly shit I’ve done:

When I first started driving a manual transmission car I learned how to drive stick from a single wretched session with my dad where he forced me to start on a hill with my emergency break before I had basic shifting down (I ended up starting the car in third gear on an incline which is an achievement that no one should ever do), and one drive in a parking lot with my buddy Dustin.

Consequently I believed that I must always keep my foot on the clutch when the car wasn’t in gear because no one thought to tell me that neutral counted as a gear.

I drove like that for years, clutch pressed in at every red light. The only reason I ever learned better was my clunker needed a jump and after my coworker had his car hooked up to mine he invited me to stand with him while we waited.

I very hesitantly lifted my foot off the clutch and when it didn’t stall I felt so goddamn silly. Years. I hadn't realized for years that I could be in neutral without the clutch down for years.

More recently I’ve been listening to podcasts in my car. I thought that if I hit the next track button it would skip to the whole next episode and dutifully sat through all the ads.

Then one day I was turning and hit the skip ahead button and realized it only did 30 seconds, not a whole episode. I immediately felt so silly and ridiculous for not realizing sooner that I could fast forward the ads without missing the whole episode.

Finally, the silliest way I've ever injured myself was so stupid that everyone immediately assumed I was lying. I was crawling down the bed toward my beloved in a negative sexual way. Cannot stress enough, there was nothing sexy in this scenario. I'm pretty sure I was pretending to be a cat screaming about licking my own anus. I went to plant my hand on the footboard, I overshot and went somersaulting off the bed, landing flat on my back.

The next day I tried to go into work while moving like a possessed puppet, hunkered over and slinking along trying not to move any muscles because everything was a fiery pit of pain. The managers saw this and called me into the office. "What the hell happened to you? Can you actually work today?"

I opened my mouth to answer and my favorite assistant manager instantly interjected, "And don't lie!"

I stopped and realized that saying I could still work was in fact a lie and got sent home to recuperate. My coworkers were all completely convinced when they heard the story that I'd been up to the freakiest sex shit imaginable and not a single one believed I fell off my bed pretending to be a deranged cat.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #silly #story #injury #writing #were all ding dongs sometimes

[norrisreads]

you belong with me

plot : having oscar piastri as a neighbour and best friend was great, supporting him from the sidelines, everything was fine even when the feelings was just one sided…. or so was it?

pairing : oscar piastri x reader! lando norris x reader! platonic

warnings: slight angst, fluff! mainly inspired by you belong with me by taylor swift

growing up with oscar piastri as your neighbour had been a core memory, you would remember communicating with him through windows, yes windows.

the first time you moved in to his neighbourhood, you were just a girl who had moved from singapore to australia and had zero friends, you had to restart your whole life in another country

of course, your parents had opted to let you settle down for a few weeks before starting school, which led most of your days spying on your neighbour’s family and just casual people watching

the piastri family, just a normal family who had 3 little sisters and him, oscar piastri being the eldest in the family. you would notice him arriving home with his mum by his side in his karting suit, enraged sometimes, happy too.

it was a sight to see, your dad had allocated your study table right in front of your window and what a coincidence it was that just in-front of you was his room.

It was a shock of course to him when he noticed you flipping through your books (or so he thought), and the moment you had your head up to do some stretchings , the both of you had a few seconds eye contact and smiled.

you didn’t pay much attention because as much as your heart was jumping around, it was a tad bit awkward, but you notice a motion that he was scribbling on something, and a few minutes later a sketchbook was seen holding up by him

“just moved in?”

you nodded your head, you looked around and grab some empty pieces of paper and a black marker

he then wrote a few more sentences, “i’m oscar, what about you?”

“y/n, just moved here from singapore!” with that information he absorbed , he made an ‘o’- shaped mouth, and went back to scribbling a few more sentences

“any plans right now?” of course, you shook your head

“do you wanna grab dinner?” was written on oscar’s sketchbook, he then held up an ‘OK’ hand motion along with a thumbs up and thumbs down which then u gave him a thumbs up

and from that day on, you made your first friend who then became your best friend who then became your first love.

“let’s just go to at least one race, y/n! you’ve been there for me since formula 3, won’t seeing me race in formula 1 in real life make you happy?” his voice speak through your phone that was placed on your bed

you were currently cleaning up your room while being on-call with oscar, even-though the both of you were neighbours and he could technically come over and talk to you physically in your room, he was sadly grounded.

so there he was, sitting on the ledge of his window, being on call with you at the same time just watching you moving around your room.

“osc you’ll be traveling across the world, my dad’s gonna kill me if i’m skipping school, lily’s gonna be with you”

Lily zheimer is Oscar’s girlfriend, you had found out when Oscar had asked for your guidance to assist him in his prom-posals which you did so (stupidly), you had been there for Oscar when the both of them had fights, of course you were the one consoling him even-though you could hear bit by bit pieces of your heart breaking apart.

“it’ll be great if you will be there too, you’re my best friend after all” and yet again, just a best friend

dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that

you’re looking for has been here the whole time

“lily’s gonna be fuming if i’m there, you know the both of us don’t get along, let’s not do that Osc”

as much as you were kind to lily, she had been against of Oscar’s friendship with you since day one, oscar would missed out on the days where the both of you had planned to hang out and every-time you smiled to lily it wasn’t reciprocated back instead she would give you an eye roll.

you never understood why lily hated you, or disliked? you gave space to oscar whenever he’s out with lily and you’re not that type of girl best-friend who’s all up in Oscar’s business. Oscar had assured you multiple times that lily would get over it (which she didn’t and it’s been years).

lily zheimer was the stereotypical popular girl in your school, meanwhile you were just an average student who had few friends because to be fair you’d rather have an average life rather than being popular.

except she wasn’t the typical popular girl who’s a cheerleader, she was the smartest in your school, you did admire her, she’s a beauty with brain. were you ever jealous of her beauty? of course, but what you were jealous the most was the way oscar looked at her.

The way Oscar looked at her was as if he could see his whole future planned out with her, and THAT was the way you looked at Oscar, and this is of course a typical best-friend unrequited love.

“my parents will be following y/n, you can tag along with them, just one race please” you stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, he was literally pleading with his hands together begging you

“fine, i’ll go to one race osc”

you could hear oscar shouted “YES” and a moment later you heard your phone notification went off and it was Oscar’s mum

“so glad that you’re coming along, y/n! girl’s day for us 🥰” to which you laughed and let oscar know

“your mum just texted me osc, that was fast”

“yeah she loves you y/n, i have enough sisters already but she already is claiming you to be her daughter. At this point even my sisters prefers your existence more than me” to which he flipped you off and rolled his eyes jokingly

“fuck you osc, i’ll take back whatever i said about attending” and there it was the beeping of an ending call

and the next moment you heard him shout across the window, “don’t even think about it, I’m grounded right now, I’ll literally stormed to your front door in 2 days if you decides to back out” and closed his windows

it’s the day of the australian grand prix, you were granted the 3 days paddock pass by mclaren as oscar’s guests.

osc and lily had of course arrived the paddock together, meanwhile you arrived with oscar parents.

few fans had recognised you as oscar’s best friend, and you being nice had small talks with them, it was the first time you could see the amount of fans oscar had and you felt so proud of him, of the journey you had seen him grew up with.

you were just walking around the paddock, this wasn’t the first time you were in the paddock but it was the first time you were in a formula one grand prix.

you spotted oscar’s team mate lando norris scooting around the paddock and remembered the first time oscar told you about him. He was exactly how oscar described him.

curls, a smiley person, and of course sarcastic.

you noticed lando was heading towards your direction and stopped exactly infront of you, “you must be oscar’s girlfriend right?”

you had a confused face on and laughed, “no that’s lily, i’m his best friend”

“oh, my bad. I’m sure you know about me from oscar?” he held his hands out, and you shook his hands

“yeah, lando right? i’m y/n”

“are you searching for him?” Lando asked you noticing you were walking around the paddock without him

you shook your head “i’m just familiarising myself, was a-bit bored. Oscar’s a-bit busy right now”

“well then i’ll be your guide for the day, y/n” this time lando walked the same pace as you, completely abandoning his scooter by the side of the hospitality.

By the end of the day, you were well contented with Lando’s presence with you, he had introduced you to a few of his friends and some of the grid drivers. Oscar had warned you about lando’s past, stereotypically his flirty personality.

You had seen his flirty traits but you couldn’t care less, instead lando seems like a long-lost friend you’ve never met.

“thanks lando for giving me a great tour of the paddock, i shall do the same to you whenever you’re in singapore! i know some great places that you’d take pictures with your leica!” the both of you were sat in the hospitality with an ice cream in both of your hands.

“well that’s a promise then, oscar’s probably done right now, i guess it’s my turn, i’ll see you around?”

you smiled and nodded your head, “i’ll be around, can’t get rid of me that easily”

landonorris started following you

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lafilledhiver_ my week in pictures + aus gp 🧡

oscarpiastri shouldn’t it be my garage instead

↳ lafilledhiver_ you’ve been replaced 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

↳ landonorris she’s my best friend now piastri

oscpi81 why did i not know y/n went to aus grand prix 😭

↳ lnaurris if udm answering who is she?

↳ oscpi81 she’s oscar’s best-friend! she used to attend f2 races q frequently!

papayaboys does she not follow lily?

↳ russell44 maybe there’s beef 😐

↳ pastry81 she’s not required to follow her bestie’s gf ig 😂

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“you’re getting cozy with lando, y/n” lily’s voice caught your attention

“he’s a great friend, plus he takes great care of osc” answering to her remarks and getting back your attention to your phone

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you, would not want to tame osc reputation or image” lily shrugged her shoulder

you sighed, you knew when oscar left you with lily, this conversation is bound to happen

“lily, i don’t have an idea on why you’re so against of osc and i’s friendship, you’re the one who has osc head over heels for you. if I were you, I would have just choose to mind my own business, but clearly you can’t seem to do that?”

packing your things up, within the timespan u were packing oscar came to the both of you

“hey i was about to ask, let’s grab dinner together” until he saw you packing ur items in a rushed state

“sorry oscar, another day, i’m not really feeling well” giving him a soft smile and hugging him, bidding him a goodbye

it’s true, you’ve been coughing the whole day and your body has been feeling rather heaty

oscar sighed and faced lily, “what did you say to her this time?”

while walking your way to the hotel, your phone ringed multiple times, and with the distinguished ringtone you knew it was oscar

“finally you’ve answered, lily told me what happened! Look i am sorry alright, i’ve already told lily to be mindful of her words, now can you please follow us to dinner? mom wants you there”

stopping in your tracks, you can’t help but to feel that oscar had never once considered about how you felt about the situation between him and lily

“osc, i’m tired. Have you ever considered talking to me about how i felt about this too? Let me have a break tonight, I’m unwell”

Oscar could been heard walking himself out of the noisy room he was in, and sighed , “i’m coming in few minutes, we’ll talk this out”

“oscar that’s not what i meant” with that he ended the call

you’re pacing around your room, mind clouding with all the possible outcome and the fallout between you and oscar.

the both of you were inseparable since young and to think that a situation like this would actually be a reason of a fallout, aches you.

then you heard a knock, specifically four knocks. Four knocks was oscar way of telling you he’s here whenever he’s over at your house.

you walked towards the door half expecting lily and him at the door, amazed that it was just him this time.

he welcomed himself in and sat on the hotel sofa that was provided in your room, “we’re gonna solve this today, no one is leaving”

this is gonna be a long day.

sighing, you made your way to the empty spot next to him

“there’s nothing to talk about oscar, i was just feeling unwell to attend the dinner. nothing serious, see?” shoving him your proof of the thermometer that you’d just used a few minutes ago

“i’m sorry about lily, i know she doesn’t like you but i’m fixing this okay y/n. I really do want the both of you to get along well!”

sometimes, fixing is never a solution, especially when it comes to these scenarios

“Oscar, don’t waste your time fixing this. she’ll never like me, you’ll have to understand that”

oscar seems confuse with the sentence that had came out of your mouth, “ what do you mean, never.. y/n?”

“oscar, i like you. I’ve been liking you ever-since I’ve gotten to know you. You’re not required to like me back, so don’t bother, but i know lily knows this, that’s probably why she’s protective of you oscar”

the information that was said out by you made oscar shocked and still. This was how he had always reacted to news, be it great or bad news.

“i was probably crazy when i agreed on helping you with your promposal to lily, but you were happy osc. The other times you were so happy was when you won during your races, and i would do anything to just see you, my best friend be happy. I was dumb, i probably thought it was going to get away, i mean that’s what y/bff/n says. Just a small crush, but it’s been years and it’s still the same.”

this time you had to pause whatever you’re saying because you felt tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.

can’t you see that i’m the one who understands you

been here all along, so why can’t you see?

“you made me happy oscar, and i’m happy we’ve met. Things will be awkward afterwards but i’m always here, osc. Lily’s great, she makes you feel happy, and i like that for her. She makes you feel like there is something to actually look forward to every single day, and i wish i had that in me.”

Oscar shifted his sit towards you, and glanced at you, “ i have no idea, y/n..”

well yeah, no shit. he was crazy for lily, of course he had no idea.

“that’s fine osc-“ before completing your sentence, oscar had cut you off

“ i liked you, i did, but when lily came it made me feel different. I never knew you liked me, y/n. This could be us, y/n. I don’t know what to say, i treasure this friendship, you were there for me for all of my races, i liked what we had, y/n.”

and there it was the sentence that you knew you’ll hear someday, being friend zoned.

you stood up, “oscar, let’s just forget this ever happened okay? you can just leave, we’ll see each other per normal, like we had before this conversation”

dragging oscar by you, you led him out of your hotel room, and before oscar could have a say, you slammed the door right by his face.

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sitting by the side of your bed, looking out to the sky with y/bff/n on the phone, has never been better, especially when you’re finally homed alone.

“it’s crazy how he ignored whatever you said, and declared his love for lily just like that. After all, you’ve been there from the start”

sobbing silently, you couldn’t help but reminiscing the moments when you’ll wake up early in the morning to help out with oscar’s moment to prepare breakfast to bring along to his karting races.

“to be fair, lily’s gorgeous. He always had a huge crush on her. Maybe one day, i too will have someone that’s willing to have that love for me”

your best friend scoffed, “who are you kidding, you’re fucking beautiful. If anyone’s blind, it’s oscar. Who was the one who had a filled to the brim locker of valentines chocolate, surely not lily but you! he’ll regret his choices, y/n”

just remembering the times when you and your best friend had to literally give away chocolate to a bunch of kids made you giggled

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the following weeks after the incident, things had been silent between the both of you.

it had became a controversial topic for your siblings and your parents to even bring up oscar’s name, and this goes the same to oscar too from what you’ve gotten an update from his sister, who you were still very much close too.

apparently word of mouth has gotten to the public too, especially after you’ve removed oscar and a few other followers from your Instagram in an order to stay more lowkey.

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i’ll do a part 2 soon, promise! i am finally back from the dead :)! hope yall like this! next part will be an inspired story from ariana’s new song! (we can’t be friends)!!

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