#f1 writer

[norristrii]

ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE.

Your brother Carlos, tired of watching you endure heartbreak after heartbreak, couldn’t bear to see his little sister unhappy anymore. In his determination to cheer you up, he began to wonder if his best friend might just be the perfect match for you.

pairing. Lando Norris x Sainz! fem! reader.

warnings. none.

YOUR LOVE LIFE FELT LIKE A CRUEL JOKE, an endless parade of failed attempts that left you questioning your own worth. It wasn’t just heartbreak—it was the creeping fear that maybe you were the problem, that perhaps you were unlovable. The thought took root deep in your mind, leaving you wondering what you were doing wrong. Was it something about you that scared people away? Or was love simply not meant for you?

But through it all, Carlos never let you wallow in self-doubt for long. As your older brother, he refused to let you believe there was anything wrong with you. “It’s not you,” he’d say, his words firm, almost stubborn. “It’s them. Just a bunch of idiots who don’t deserve you.” His unwavering support was both comforting and amusing, and even though his bluntness often made you laugh, deep down, his words gave you strength.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder, even as you smiled at Carlos’s efforts to cheer you up. Somewhere out there, was someone made for you? Someone who could love you the way Carlos believed you deserved to be loved? That little spark of hope kept you moving forward, searching for a connection that didn’t feel like a mistake waiting to happen. One day, you told yourself. One day, maybe you’d find them. Until then, at least you had your brother to remind you that the idiots weren’t worth your tears.

And to your surprise, the answer to Carlos’ scheming might have been closer than you ever imagined. Or, at least, that’s what Carlos believed.

Lando. Carlos’s long-time best friend, the guy who was practically a permanent fixture in your life. Sure, he was hot—those sharp features and that effortless charm weren’t exactly easy to ignore. And yeah, he was funny, with that playful banter and endless sarcasm that could make anyone laugh. But to you, he was nothing more than your brother’s best friend. That was the unspoken rule, the line that you’d never even thought about crossing.

But Carlos? Oh, Carlos had a different perspective. In his mind, it all made perfect sense. Lando wasn’t just his best friend; he was loyal, protective, and maybe even a little too cocky for his own good. And you? You needed someone who could keep up with you, someone who could challenge you but also be there for you without fail. To him, it was like a match written in the stars.

Maybe Carlos was onto something, or maybe he was just meddling. Either way, his genius idea had been planted, and once Carlos made up his mind about something, there was no stopping him. Perhaps the line you thought existed between you and Lando wasn’t as solid as you’d imagined. And maybe, just maybe, Carlos’s crazy little plan wasn’t so crazy after all.

It was typical of Carlos—always managing to drag you into something you swore you’d hate. And here you were, standing in the middle of a pristine golf course, the sun beaming down as a gentle breeze ruffled your hair. The idea of spending an afternoon playing golf with Carlos and Lando had seemed laughable at first. Golf? Really? You’d never understood the appeal of chasing after tiny white balls with oversized sticks. But, somehow, Carlos had convinced you it would be fun. Spoiler: it wasn’t.

Carlos, of course, was thriving, clearly enjoying the sight of you struggling with every swing. His laughter carried across the course, his playful taunts adding to your growing frustration. Lando, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as gleeful. Instead, he seemed content to watch from the sidelines, his smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he offered the occasional unhelpful tip.

“Try holding it like this,” he suggested at one point, demonstrating with exaggerated precision. You followed his advice, only for the ball to roll a pathetic two feet ahead. Carlos burst into laughter, practically doubling over, while Lando tried—and failed—to keep a straight face.

You groaned, gripping the golf club tighter as you prepared for another attempt. “This is torture,” you muttered under your breath, glaring at your brother, who was still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Carlos shrugged, his grin unapologetic. “It’s called bonding,” he replied casually, as if that made the humiliation worthwhile.

Lando stepped closer, his smirk softening into something resembling sympathy. “For what it’s worth, you’re better than I thought you’d be,” he said, clearly lying but trying to sound convincing. The teasing glance he shot Carlos didn’t escape you, though —it was clear he was enjoying this just as much as your brother.

You rolled your eyes, your frustration mingling with reluctant amusement. This wasn’t how you’d imagined your vacation, but somehow, it didn’t feel entirely terrible. As much as you hated golf, the laughter and teasing brought a strange sense of comfort—a reminder that, despite everything, you were surrounded by people who cared about you, even if their definition of bonding involved public embarrassment on a golf course.

Carlos let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Oh my god, Y/n, are you even my sister?” he said, clearly enjoying every second of your frustration. His teasing grin widened as he stepped closer, pretending to assess your stance again. “You suck,” he added, the bluntness of his words making you groan loudly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, fed up with his constant jabs. “Well, if you’re so good, show me!” you shot back, your voice sharp as you grabbed the golf club with both hands and thrust it toward him. The force of your gesture caught him off guard, and he raised his hands in defense, laughing as he took the club from you.

“Alright, alright,” he said, still chuckling as he stepped up to take his position. “Let me show you how it’s done,” his smug tone only fueled your irritation, but part of you was curious to see if he’d actually live up to all the talk.

Lando leaned casually against his own club nearby, watching the exchange with a smirk. “Go on, Carlos, impress us,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. Between Carlos’s endless teasing and Lando’s sly comments, the whole situation was ridiculous.

Carlos stood there, his posture full of exaggerated confidence as he stretched out dramatically. “You need to be focused,” he announced, his tone dripping with self-importance as if he were some kind of golf guru. You rolled your eyes, already anticipating some kind of mishap, but you let him have his moment.

With a practiced stance, he lined up his shot, taking his sweet time as if the world was waiting for his golfing masterpiece. The swing was smooth, the ball connecting with the club perfectly—and for a brief second, you thought maybe, he’d nailed it. The ball soared gracefully through the air, catching the light like a beacon of hope.

And then… straight into the woods.

Your laughter exploded before you could stop it, a sharp and genuine reaction to the sheer absurdity of what had just happened. “Wow, Carlos,” you said, your tone dripping with amusement as you struggled to catch your breath. “That was… that was impressive. Are you trying to start a career in forestry?”

Carlos groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he squinted toward the trees. “It’s the wind,” he muttered in defense, but the slight blush creeping up his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. Meanwhile, Lando nearly doubled over laughing, leaning on his golf club for support.

“You know what?” you said, flashing a sly smile as an idea struck you. This was the perfect opportunity to escape the humiliation of the golf course—at least for a little while. “I think I’m gonna get it,” you added with feigned determination, already planning your retreat. Sure, you probably had at least ten more golf balls, but that wasn’t the point. You needed an out, and this was your ticket.

Carlos didn’t even look up from the app he was fiddling with, muttering something distractedly about “good luck” as he waved you off. But Lando, standing just a few feet away, wasn’t about to let you slip away unnoticed. His smirk widened as he leaned slightly toward you, his golf club resting lightly against his shoulder. “Maybe I should go with you,” he said smoothly, his tone playful yet deliberate. “What if you get lost?”

"Yeah, right," you replied with a playful smirk, sarcasm dripping from your tone. "I need my prince to save me." The joke was meant to be lighthearted, just another quip to match the teasing vibe of the day. But even as the words left your lips, you found yourself quietly savoring this moment. Somehow, it made the whole golf catastrophe feel a little more bearable. At least Carlos was getting a kick out of it, his exasperated laughter echoing faintly in the background.

Lando, however, wasn’t about to let your words go unanswered. His grin widened, confidence oozing from his every movement as he shifted closer, his presence magnetic and hard to ignore. “Exactly,” he shot back, his voice smooth and deliberate, carrying just the right amount of playful arrogance. “Every beautiful princess deserves her handsome prince.”

The words hung in the air for a beat too long, sinking into your mind before you could brush them off. Beautiful princess? Handsome prince? Did he really just say that? And the way his smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—so self-assured, so annoyingly charming—made your heart skip, even if you refused to admit it.

Your brain worked quickly to dismiss the thought. No. No, no, no. This was Lando, your brother’s best friend—the guy who had practically been a second annoying sibling at times. And yet... damn it. The worst part wasn’t the comment. It wasn’t even his confident delivery. No, the worst part was that he wasn’t wrong. He really was handsome, in that infuriating, effortless way that made it hard to look away.

Fighting the warmth creeping into your cheeks, you forced yourself to roll your eyes, putting on your best mask of indifference. “Keep dreaming, Prince Charming,” you retorted, your voice firm but laced with humor, determined not to let him see the way his words affected you.

Lando’s smirk only widened, his amusement evident as he leaned casually on his golf club. He didn’t need to say anything else—he’d already gotten the reaction he wanted. And as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t entirely suppress the small, involuntary smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Annoying as he was, Lando always knew exactly how to push your buttons. The problem was, you were starting to wonder if you didn’t mind quite as much as you used to.

You and Lando moved quietly toward the tree line, the hum of the golf cart fading behind you where Carlos sat engrossed in whatever had captured his attention on his phone. The air between you and Lando was heavy with unspoken words, the kind of silence that stretched on just a bit too long. You wanted to say something, to break the quiet and fill the space with anything other than the sound of your own footsteps. But the words just wouldn’t come.

Thankfully, Lando beat you to it. “How are you enjoying vacation?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet as the two of you stepped beneath the canopy of trees.

His tone was casual, but there was a curious edge to it, as though he genuinely cared about your answer. You glanced at him, his expression soft and relaxed, the playful smirk from earlier now replaced with something a little more sincere. The sunlight filtering through the branches danced across his features, and for a moment, you forgot the irritation golf had caused earlier.

“I mean, other than humiliating myself on a golf course?” you replied with a faint smile, the lightness in your tone matching his. “It’s been... not bad.” You hesitated, then added, “Surprisingly decent, actually.” The admission surprised even you, but it wasn’t a lie. Lando’s teasing had made the day a lot more tolerable than you’d expected.

He chuckled softly at your response, his eyes flicking over to meet yours. “See? It’s not all bad,” he said, a hint of that trademark charm slipping back into his voice. “Maybe Carlos wasn’t entirely wrong dragging us out here after all.”

You shrugged, brushing a stray branch out of your way. “Maybe,” you admitted quietly, though your mind lingered on how much of your enjoyment had less to do with Carlos and more to do with the person standing beside you.

The forest seemed quieter now, the sounds of your footsteps mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. The playful banter from earlier had given way to a more comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need filling. You focused on the path ahead, brushing aside stray branches, until Lando’s voice broke the quiet.

“I know this might sound a bit weird,” he started, his tone unusually tentative. You glanced over at him, surprised to see his expression softer, almost shy. He looked ahead as he spoke, his grip tightening slightly on the golf club he still carried. “But... are you, uh, talking to someone?”

His question caught you off guard. Lando wasn’t exactly the type to beat around the bush, so this hesitation was... unexpected. And endearing. You blinked, processing his words as your mind raced. Was he actually asking? Did he care if you had someone? The thought stirred something in you, though you quickly pushed it aside, opting for humor instead of overthinking.

“Maximally with you now,” you replied lightly, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your tone carried a hint of amusement, but there was no denying the truth behind your words. Your love life was, well, nonexistent. It was a fact you’d come to accept—laughing at it was easier than lingering on the ache it sometimes brought.

Lando turned his gaze towards you, his lips curving into a small, thoughtful smile. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite place, a flicker of emotion that almost made your heart skip. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was something more.

The question escaped your lips before you had a chance to second-guess it. “And you?” you asked, your tone steady but laced with curiosity. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to make the moment feel heavier than it already did. Sure, it was casual—just a question. But deep down, you couldn’t deny that you genuinely wanted to know.

Lando hesitated for a fraction of a second, his grip tightening slightly on his golf club. His smirk faltered briefly, replaced by an expression that was harder to read. Was that shyness? Vulnerability? You couldn’t tell, and it only made you more intrigued.

“Me?” he echoed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced sideways at you. He cleared his throat lightly, and for once, his usual confidence seemed tinged with uncertainty. “No, not really,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his echo of your earlier words, the sound light and genuine. There was something comforting in his answer, something that made the corners of your mouth lift without effort. The way he looked at you now—calm, unguarded—felt different. More genuine. And it left you wondering, for the first time, if there was more to him than the teasing grin and the clever remarks.

For reasons you couldn’t entirely explain, this felt easier—lighter—than anything you’d ever experienced before. All the boys you’d loved before had left a trail of complicated emotions, fractured hopes, and moments you’d rather forget. Each had been so differently flawed, so carelessly capable of turning something that once felt beautiful into something that left scars. Those experiences had planted seeds of doubt in your mind, making you question whether love could ever truly feel natural. But walking alongside Lando now, sharing easy laughter and playful banter among the quiet trees, it didn’t feel forced or complicated. It felt... right. Like it was meant to unfold this way, no pretense or pressure, just the simplicity of two people enjoying the moment.

“Maybe we should—” Lando began, his voice soft and uncharacteristically hesitant. It wasn’t the teasing tone you’d grown used to; this felt different, more careful, as if he was trying to choose the perfect words. You glanced toward him, curious, but before he could finish, something caught your eye.

“I have it!” you shouted suddenly, your attention snagged by the small, bright ball nestled among the leaves. You hurried forward, triumphant, as though finding it somehow made up for your earlier lackluster golfing attempts. Your excitement carried you into the moment, oblivious to the way Lando faltered mid-sentence.

He blinked, startled, before letting out a soft chuckle at your interruption. There was something warm in his laughter, a fondness you hadn’t quite noticed before. Turning back to face him, you realized what had just happened. “Uh, sorry,” you said quickly, embarrassment tinging your voice as you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “What did you say?”

Lando hesitated for a beat, as though weighing whether or not to repeat himself. Then, his gaze met yours, steady and unflinching. “I said maybe we should go out sometime,” he repeated, his voice quieter now, as if he were letting the words settle between you.

The air shifted subtly in that moment. His question hung there, simple but impossible to ignore. For a second, you could only look at him, the sincerity in his expression catching you off guard. This wasn’t banter or teasing—it was honest, unfiltered. And in the quiet pause that followed, you realized just how much weight those few words carried.

“Yeah, we definitely should,” you said, your lips curving into an easy smile. The words came out naturally, without hesitation, as though they’d been waiting there, just beneath the surface, ready to be spoken. The warmth in your voice matched the way you felt—surprised, maybe even a little nervous, but undeniably intrigued.

Lando’s expression softened at your response, his usual cocky grin replaced by something gentler, something more sincere. He seemed almost surprised himself, as if he hadn’t quite expected you to agree so easily. For a moment, the two of you stood there in the woods, the trees around you swaying gently in the breeze, creating a little cocoon of quiet away from the rest of the world.

“Well,” he said after a beat, his voice light but carrying an unmistakable trace of relief. “I’m looking forward, then.” His smirk reappeared, though it was softer now, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he added, “Just promise me one thing—you won’t make me take you golfing.”

© norristrii 2025

[akawifeyy]

cologne | fic (OP81)

description: wanting to prank your boyfriend, oscar piastri, you decide to spritz some cologne on yourself.

tropes: prank, established relationship

face claim: none

trigger warnings: mentions of cheating, suggestive content, swearing

| note: it’s a bit late but i wrote this in honor of oscar’s CHINESE GP WIN 😮‍💨 my icon and legend

It was just half an hour before your boyfriend, Oscar Piastri, would arrive home from yet another grueling day of testing. The papaya McLaren he loved so much was sapping up all his energy, and you wished you could get the old Oscar back. You had the perfect idea — the two of you loved to prank each other, so maybe this would be the way to go?

Standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, you held the clear glass cologne bottle in your hand. It was your father’s, definitely not familiar enough for instant detection, but distinctly masculine.

You took a deep breath and gently sprayed, letting the smell waft over you. Eyes watering, you set it down, adjusting your shirt and plastering on an innocent expression.

Later, Oscar stumbled through the door, his eyes bleary with exhaustion. His muscles bunched with stress, but he looked at you just as lovingly as he did the first time he met you.

“Hello, darling,” he murmured. “I missed you.”

He pulled you in for a hug, arms cocooning you in his blissful warmth and comfort. A moment passed, and you felt him tense. Oscar pulled back, worry lining his face. “Y/N…What’s that smell?” He sniffed you again, confused. “Baby, I’m so — why do you smell like cologne?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You twirled around, walking into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. “I think you’re too sleep deprived.”

“No,” Oscar said, following behind you determinedly. “I swear…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Did you go somewhere? Was someone with you in the house?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “If there was, you can tell me. I won’t be mad. I just want the truth.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of the cool liquid and letting it settle in your stomach before responding. “No one was here.”

“Y/N, if you’re seeing someone, I’d like to know.”

You froze. “I’m not seeing anyone, Oscar. Jeez.”

“You smell like another man’s cologne, you’ve been home alone while I’ve been away, and you’re really trying to gaslight me? I’m sorry, but I think I deserve to be a little concerned.” Oscar crossed his arms, staring at you with a cold expression. “I’m working hard to provide us with a life, and you could be sneaking around, with someone else? It hurts, Y/N.”

You scoffed, hackles rising. “So you’re calling me a slut? Saying that I’m lying? Fuck you, Oscar.”

“Woah, Y/N, I never said that,” Oscar shot back, voice edged with tension. You knew he hated arguments. “I’m just worried.”

“I’m not fucking another man.” You stormed away from him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Oscar.”

“Then why do you smell like another man?”

You threw your hands up in the air. “I don’t know.”

“That’s not good enough of an answer.” Oscar rubbed his hand across his face, clearly fed up. “I want to believe you, but…”

Incapable of keeping the prank going, because you knew doing so was the wrong thing to do, you huffed. “It was a prank.”

Oscar’s mouth opened as he processed what you had said. “Pardon me, darling?”

“It’s my father’s cologne.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, baby. I’m sorry for yelling at you, and accusing you of things you didn’t do.” Oscar stepped close to you, kissing you on your forehead. “I just love you, is all, and I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t love me anymore. That I wasn’t enough.”

You pouted. “You’re perfect, Oscar.”

“Sure.” He kissed you again, his hand resting on your jaw. “I really hope you think so.”

“I know so.”

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[piastriheart]

legend. aka12 & ob87.

summary: a thirty-second clip from an exclusive interview with actress willow ackerman has fans absolutely dumbfounded.

warnings: mention of throuple, suggestive content.

genre & tropes: throuple, actress x f1 drivers.

face claim: ariana greenblatt.

song: invisible string / taylor swift.

popularmedia Watch our exclusive interview with Willow Ackerman, where we discuss her acting career, upcoming years at university, and her love life. Link in bio.

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from popularmedia’s interview with willowackerman

“Yeah, a fact about me that a lot of people are surprised to find out is that I’m a big fan of Formula One and motorsports in general. I love the speed, the thrill, the adrenaline, of watching a race. I couldn’t be a driver, though; it’s too daunting. But, it’ll always hold a special place in my heart, because it’s where I met my boyfriends. Ollie Bearman and Kimi Antonelli. I was lucky enough to get a paddock pass for Mercedes, and I was introduced to Kimi. Ollie was there, for some reason, just hanging out. My first thought about the two of them was that they were both really cute, and really nice. We hung out a few times when they had breaks between races, and when they confessed to me, asking me to be their girlfriend, I was shocked. The idea of having only one boyfriend was wild to me, but having two? Absolutely unfathomable.”

willowackerman guess the cat is out of the bag 😘

liked by olliebearman, kimiantonelli, alexandrafrench & 31k others

user9 the dream team

user10 want a fourth?

-> user11 literally 😭 i volunteer as tribute

olliebearman Love you, beautiful ❤️

user12 mama y papa y papa

user13 bi panic

-> user14 me too… and yet i’m all bi myself 🙃

kimiantonelli Ti amo, mia principessa. Non vedo l’ora di vederti la prossima settimana, con indosso una maglia con il mio numero.

(I love you, my princess. I can’t wait to see you next week, wearing a jersey with my number.)

user15 bearnelliman nation rise 🧘‍♀️

The End. ♡

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[ferrarifudds]

MOTORSPORTS MASTERLIST

LANDO NORRIS , 4

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[trashytracktales]

I hope you know you’re THE lando writer! Ever singe I’ve discovered your blog I cannot read other lando stuff the same 😌🎀

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FYI I’m holding this to my chest forever like a little treasure. Thank you for trusting me with your Lando brainrot, it truly means a lot 🫶🏻

[astonmint]

bakery !

welcome to viv’s bakery, home to a variety of decadent and flavorful treats. peruse the menu and place your order by sending a message through my inbox! thank you for visiting <3

menu !

main desserts

cinnamon apple strudel : enemies to lovers

ripe banana bread : friends to lovers

wild blueberry muffin : academic rivals to lovers

dark chocolate fudge brownie : established relationship

sweet ricotta vanilla cannoli : grumpy x sunshine

strawberry swirl cheesecake : fake dating

semi-sweet chocolate chip cookie : forbidden love

brown sugar cinnamon roll : hurt/comfort

cinnamon crumb coffee cake : mutual pining

butter croissant : slow burn

vanilla with raspberry frosting cupcake : only one bed

cherry cheese danish : love triangle

maple glazed donut : amnesia

peach zest madeleine : forced proximity

pistachio macaron : secret admirer

chocolate chip muffin : he falls first, and harder

dark chocolate pain au chocolat : reunion

vanilla almond pound cake : second chance romance

cranberry orange scone : break-up

vanilla butter shortbread : friends-with-benefits

apple turnover : brother's best friend

additional desserts

chocolate custard éclair : college au

mixed berry fruit tart : royalty au

molasses spice gingerbread cookie : soulmates au

tangy lemon bar : parenting au

hazelnut praline : omegaverse au

pumpkin spice sugar cookie : rockstar band au

blueberry ganache : detective au

refreshments

caramel iced coffee : long fic (1k+ words)

peach iced tea : short fic (under 1k words)

raspberry mint lemonade : smau

cookies and cream milkshake : headcanons

mango pineapple smoothie : texts

extras

sugar : sfw

spice : nsfw

list of spices (if nsfw)

bay leaves : dom!reader

cardamom : sub!reader

ginger : age gap (5+ years)

nutmeg : size kink

paprika : breeding kink

star anise : biting/hickies

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#4: lando norris

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#55 : carlos sainz jr.

#81 : oscar piastri

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you put me on and said i was your favorite ✧ OP81

they say these are the golden years ✧ LN4

can’t turn back now ✧ OB87

do you get deja vu? ✧ FC43 / CS55

know that you and i shouldn’t feel like a crime ✧ OP81

santa doesn’t know you like i do ✧ MV33

hold on to the memories ✧ CL16

i know the end ✧ AKA12

Star Wars ⤸

i bet on losing dogs ✧ Anakin Skywalker

*There are more fanfictions in progress, which have not been published yet. The author is working hard on ensuring that each story is well-written and satisfactory before doing so.

PERSONAL TAGS I USE

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#askaphrodite (when applicable)

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[23victoria]

UPDATE/RANT

hi guys!! so sorry i’ve been gone, too many things happened and then my WIFI was ass for 2 weeks straight and then fully stopped working for 3 days so I had to get a whole new router and etc, i would love to say i’m going to be back soon, but that’s a lie, i’m having surgery in september so nothing will probably come out that month, sorry, i’m also on a diet for said surgery so I can’t eat anything only drink and i’m fucking miserable therefore I have no energy to write fr, on top of all of that, school….starts next week….i’m so fucked, like i don’t want to go back to that hell hole…but i need my degree so…yea….i really wanted to finish my 1k celebration by the end of this month…clearly that not happening, and i’m sorry about that, i’m going to try my best to finish it really soon and get all of your request done, not to mention my plans for kinktober/spooktober, i’ve always wanted to write for it and trust i will, it’s also my favorite month so, yea, that’s all for now, i will be back soon, and please wish my luck because i need it 🫶🏾✨

[veeastri]

hi, I'm VEE! ⋆ 22 | ISFJ | SHE/HER a spanish, leo, teaching student [4/4] who loves reading, writing and fangirling way too much about the things i like the most in this world.

01. GET TO KNOW ME 02. ABOUT MY WORKS ⋆ MY FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

MY SOCIAL MEDIA: You can find all my accounts on this link!

© No copies and translations are allowed. All my works are available in English on Wattpad, Tumblr and AO3.

[fortunapre]

🎲 & 🏎️

🏎️ when did you start watching f1?

ok… so believe it or not..

last year.

YEAH IM SORRY! I didn’t grow up watching it with my family and instead was brought into the sport by *gasp* a Charles edit on TikTok. I know…

But! Now i am so deeply invested, have watched every race thats offered on the F1 TV subscription, and def now consider myself a super fan.

Anyone who’s new to the sport, WELCOME! the fan base is amazing and the sport is soooo fun to watch live if you give it a chance! There’s no need to feel bad about not being an F1 Watcher since birth!!! fans. are. fans!

GREAT QUESTION AND IM GLAD I GOT TO SHARE 😇🌟💋💕

🎲 what’s your unpopular f1 opinion?

So, ive actually seen a lot of hate about this opinion all over social media (specifically during COTA) but….

frankly, i have no problem with celebrities or people who don’t know about F1 going to the races. ITS A RACE ITS A SPORT! Let them learn if they want! we shouldn’t be harassing people if they’re new to something.

HOWEVER…when people go online and talk about only coming for hot drivers that’s a different situation and i have different opinions on that.

but guys… people are rich and we’ll always be jealous of them that’s it. i know i sure am. if i had money i’d go anywhere ESPECIALLY if it’s KNOWN AS “THE PINNACLE OF MOTORSPORT.” and “celeb hotspots”

[norristrii]

☆ THE MOST ALIVE I THINK I’LL MAYBE EVER BE.

☆ masterlist. // ☆ texts masterlist. // ☆ guidelines & rules.

BABSIE.ᐟ she her. 07. slavic queen. formula one lover. papaya girl. #1 lando norris defender. taurus. summer lover. tate mcrae listener. visca barca. alex albon supporter.

[akawifeyy]

silly girl | smau (LN4)

description: the life of a comedian is full of laughter, but the biggest punchline? your experience with love.

tropes: chaos galore, he's obsessed with her, sunshine x sunshine, age gap (23 and 25), comedian!fem!reader

face claim: faith collins

trigger warnings: suggestive content, some mature jokes, swearing

| note: hehehe i love this fic 🫶

@ yourusername: dallas was incredible, i had the best time laughing with you all! a recorded video of tonight's show is posted at the link in my bio if you couldn't make it. see you next weekend in austin 😘

tagged: @ standupcomedy

comments (2567):

@ user1: Amazing shows! I went to Night 2 and I couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard. Wish I bought tickets for the other two nights.

-> @ user2: sooo real, i got to see her in miami and i felt like my heart was going to explode from laughing

@ user3: Incredible job, so proud 💖

@ user4: Mother has fed us during this tour, I never want it to end

@ yourbffusername: SCREAMING CRYING, I love you SO much Y/N

@ f1: Just 3 more days until COTA! How are you gearing up for the Grand Prix?

tagged: @ mclaren, @ mercedes, @ redbullracing, & 6 more

comments (49584):

@ landonorris: Can't wait to be a cowboy again 🤠

@ user5: COTAAAA MY BELOVED

@ user6: so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@ user7: No because I'm actually a second away from crashing out because I just realized @ yourusername's show is at the same time as the Austin GP

-> @ user8: wait nonono you're joking 😭 i bought tickets too

10/19/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: I feel like if I don't bring this up, the masses are going to come at me with pitchforks. (clearing throat) Today's a pretty big day in Austin. Um, Formula One is having its COTA Grand Prix.

Audience members: (whooping)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, looks like we have quite a few F1 fans in here. I'd kind of consider myself one, but please don't ask me what DRS stands for off the top of my head or what Ferrari's strategies are during races, because I wouldn't be able to tell you. But anyways, I found out that I scheduled this show at the same time as the GP.

Audience member: (loud yelling noise)

Y/N L/N: (breaks down laughing) Yep, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. But I totally get it. Seeing a bunch of rich, hot men drive around in circles? Like, aw man, where did my pants go? I swear they were just on. (continues giggling) Seriously, though, some of those drivers? It should be illegal how attractive they are. Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris. Oh God, don't even get me started on Lando Norris.

Y/N L/N: (eyes widen dramatically) I never liked brunettes or Englishmen, but he might just make me change my mind.

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: Have you seen the clips from Y/N L/N's most recent comedy show here in Austin?

Lando Norris: (laughs) Yes, I heard about it!

Interviewer: Thoughts?

Lando Norris: She's very funny. I like her sense of humor. But as for relationships, I have to focus on my racing, so I can't get distracted. Sorry!

10/20/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: So... Yesterday's show. (makes popping sound with lips) Some of y'all, I feel like I need to ban you – and before you boo, let me explain why. I made jokes about Formula One drivers, and how hot they are, and a select few of you decided to out me? (mock gasp)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, I know! Fucking Lando Norris was interviewed about me! Isn't that insane? This ultra-rich motor sport driver was asked about some redhead girl who yaps for a living. And he called me funny? I need to put this on my resume.

Audience member: You two need to date!

Y/N L/N: The matchmaking is insane. Oh God, wait until my mother hears about this, then I'm actually cooked. I'm 23 years old, I have a lot of biological time left, but you're vultures! When is it going to end? And don't say, "When you get married to Lando Norris", because it's not happening. Sadly.

@ ynupdates: Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did have a boyfriend! This was way back in 2019 to 2022. His name is Emmett Ellgren, and they dated for three years until their mutual split. Since then, Y/N has poked fun at the relationship, but no substantial details have been released about their break up.

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (2942):

@ user9: HELP i forgot about emmett he's such an npc 😮‍💨

@ user10: emmett is no longer relevant to the lore

-> @ user2: The real man we should be paying attention to is Lando Norris

-> @ user8: i know omg 😭

comments (3842):

@ user11: They're both silly gooses, I'm scared to see the havoc they'll wreak together in McLaren 🥲

@ user12: i'll believe it when i see it

@ user13: Lando is too immature to have a stable girlfriend

-> @ user3: which is why Y/N's perfect, they'll be immature together 🥰

-> @ user4: This just proves you've never watched one of Y/N's shows before lmao

Y/N's Instagram Story (2025):

comments (8521):

@ user13: OMG OMG OMG IT'S STARTING

-> @ user14: I'm so glad I get to be alive during the LandoY/N era

@ user12: It'll be so funny if this turns out to be from Oscar or something 🙃

-> @ user15: HELP

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ landonorris: P3 in Mexico! Awesome results

tagged: @ mclaren, @ f1, @ yourusername

comments (64312):

@ user16: ALERT ALERT Y/N HAS BEEN TAGGED

@ user13: guys i'm actually gonna combust 🫣🔥

-> @ user17: They're together, it has to be

@ yourusername: nice sombrero 😋

-> @ landonorris: Thank you!!!

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ yourusername: hola mexico 🇲🇽

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (3846):

@ yourbffusername: Looks so fun!

-> @ yourusername: yes it was incredible

@ user10: laaandoooo i see you 👀

@ user18: How does it feel to be living my dream

@ landonorris: So glad you could make it, had a lot of fun talking to you

@ f1gossip: It is rumored that comedian Y/N L/N and McLaren driver Lando Norris are together, after Y/N posted a photo of her receiving paddock passes, and the pair responded to one another's posts about the Mexico Grand Prix.

tagged: @ yourusername, @ landonorris

comments (1293):

@ user9: i'm waitinggg

@ user10: this is worse than the wait for reputation tv

-> @ user18: clowning so hard i know 😖

@ user19: HAVE ANY OF YOU GUYS SEEN LANDO'S INSTA STORY? 🤯

Lando's Deleted Instagram Story:

comments (235):

@ user20: OMGOMGDSDKLSDDNS

@ user21: my eyes are not deceiving me, this is y/n

@ user5: Y/N IS THAT YOU 😳

@ landonorris: OK OK yes I give in, we are together. Happy one month, @ yourusername, I love you to the moon and back!

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (34852):

@ user21: classic Lando accidentally posting the wrong thing and outing himself

-> @ user22: idk what else we would expect from chaos incarnate 😭

@ yourusername: love you too, muppet 😘

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: So, you've just recently announced that you're dating Y/N L/N!

Lando Norris: Yes, I'm really happy about it.

Interviewer: Any plans to bring her to the next race?

Lando Norris: Maybe, we'll see. (laughs and smiles) The paddock is a lot cheerier when she's there, so hopefully, fingers crossed. I'm very, very lucky to call her mine.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[piastriheart]

sweetheart. op81.

summary: brigitte camden has just moved to melbourne, australia, and is forced to begin again in an unfamiliar new academy far from home. but on her first day, she meets oscar piastri, a guiding force and her best friend. this is the story of brigitte camden’s relationship with oscar piastri, starting from year 6 of primary school (2013) to graduation (2019).

warnings: nsfw — mdni.

genre & tropes: fluff, smut, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn.

word count: 5.1k.

song: ♪ “ i wanna be yours ” / arctic monkeys.

Year 6.

I stood outside the ivy-covered walls of the Academy, watching as my mother’s familiar gray Camry faded into the distance. I wanted so desperately for her to come back, and tell me that everything had been a dream, a mistake. Our sudden move from Sydney to Melbourne had uprooted the life I had built for myself. No more shared tickets for events at the Opera House, no more running around the Royal Botanic Gardens with my friends. These treasured moments would all fade into a distant memory, and I was forced to pretend like I was OK with it, when in reality, all I wanted to do was scream and throw a temper tantrum as if I were a little child.

My heart pounded in my ears, a staccato drumbeat that made my head spin with dizziness. I was in uncharted territory, with no one to cling onto. I knew nobody here, and even though my parents had comforted me, telling me that it would all solve itself out, that I was magnetic and charming so everyone would instantly become my friend, I was starting to suspect that the opposite was true.

Dozens of other students had passed by me, chattering about their teachers and events that had happened over the past weekend. They all ignored me. I was invisible. I could disappear right now, and no one would notice, save for the teachers who completed attendance.

I tugged at a loose strand of my hair, a nervous tic I had never been able to break, no matter how hard I tried to resist it. I checked my watch, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for the bell to ring, signifying the start of passing time, when everyone would rush to their classes. Maybe I could find someone heading the same way as me and befriend them? It was a small flicker of hope, but it was enough to illuminate the darkness that was plaguing me.

Someone walked by me, and I waited for them to disregard me, the same way that everyone else had. I turned my face away. But instead, I listened to their footsteps halt, and I heard them say, “Are you lost?”

I flushed red and stammered, “No, I was waiting for the bell, I’m not…” I angled my gaze up to meet the eyes of the person who was talking to me. It was a boy, around my age, with freckles and moles dotting his pale skin and floppy brown hair that refused to lie flat. “I’m sorry, I’m new here, so I wasn’t sure what the right protocol was. At my old school, we waited outside the gates before classes started, and then we were let in. But it looks like it’s different here.”

The boy nodded his head, appraising me. I was desperate to befriend him, even though I’d just met him moments before. “I understand. I just moved here at the start of the year, too.”

“So…” I twisted my lips, unsure of what to say.

He smiled at me, a display of amiableness. “I’m Oscar.”

“Brigitte,” I replied. At that moment, a great swell of relief and gratitude flooded me. I was so thankful for this random boy, someone I had only exchanged a handful of words with. I was sure that if we didn’t have classes together, I would die, solely because he was trying to help me when everyone else was so eager to watch me struggle. “What’s your first class?”

“Mathematics with Professor McCullough,” he informed me, and I grinned – the first real smile since I’d moved to Melbourne. “You? I’m assuming the same?”

I tilted my head up and down like a bobblehead. “Yes.”

“Great. Then let’s go together. We don’t want to be late.” Oscar motioned for me to follow him inside the school, and I trailed behind him as he wove through the halls. Everything looked the same, from the glossy ceiling to the floor tiles. Even some of the paintings and trophy cabinets were identical. It would take weeks for me to memorize everything, and once again, I felt a surge of appreciation that Oscar was my guide.

He finally stopped in front of a nondescript door. The only telltale sign that it was a classroom was the sheet of laminated paper on the wall beside it, stating, “Professor McCullough, Mathematics (Geometry) Year 6.”

Oscar opened the door for me, ushering me in first. “I sit over here.” He headed to his desk, but I waited, hesitant to accompany him in case he didn’t want me to. “There’s an empty seat beside me. Come on, Brigitte.”

I sat down beside him, placing my backpack on the floor beside the chair. “I’m so nervous,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Oscar frowned, somehow catching what I had uttered. He had ears like a bat; they could hear everything. “You’ll be fine.”

I sighed, annoyed that he had repeated the same weary line the adults had. They thought they knew so much just because they were older, experienced more things than I had, but they didn’t realize that I was so out of my depth. I wasn’t them. I didn’t have their set of skills or talents. Nobody knew, except for maybe God, if I would be fine.

The bell rang harshly, and I jolted in my seat, taken by surprise. Oscar chuckled, but didn’t say anything. Professor McCullough entered moments later, his posture stooped over as if he were the Hunchback of Notre Dame. His white hair crowded on his head in tufts, watery eyes obscured by thick black lenses. When he spoke, it was at a dull, monotone hum. I was wide awake from adrenaline coursing through my veins, but his voice was a spell in itself, and I found myself having to ward off sleep as he droned on about geometric shapes.

Oscar jotted down some notes on the paper beside him, and I rushed to catch up, looking over my shoulder to see what he had written down so I wouldn’t miss anything. When I looked back at the board again a few moments later, everything had been erased, and Professor McCullough had started on a new problem.

I sucked in a breath, panic slowly making its way through my body. Back in Sydney, we were still working on algebra. I barely knew anything about geometry, and the professor was moving through everything so quickly. It was embarrassing, and I felt hot tears spring to my eyes as I watched the professor begin another question before I had even solved the first one.

After class ended, Oscar waited until I packed up my things before exiting the room. “Everything alright?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. I avoided meeting his eyes. “You look upset.”

I swallowed roughly, not trusting myself enough to respond without crying.

“If you don’t have the notes, or don’t understand something, you can ask me. I want to be an engineer, so I’m good at maths.” Oscar gave me a smile. “I know Professor McCullough moves fast. It was a lot, especially for your first day. Have you ever done anything with geometry before?”

I shook my head, forcing back the tears that threatened to flow. My first day, and I was already on the verge of breaking down. This must be a world record. “Nope,” I whispered, ashamed.

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry,” Oscar promised. “What’s your second class?”

I reached for the timetable that was in my pocket with shaky fingers, and read aloud, “Professor Reilly, World History.”

Oscar pumped his fist excitedly. “We have that together.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe it. Two classes with him — it was a miracle.

“For real,” he whooped, and I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound pealing off the walls and sounding bright, even to my melancholy self.

The rest of the year, and the transition to my new life in Melbourne, went much smoother with Oscar by my side. He introduced me to his friends, Isaac and Nathaniel, who integrated me rapidly into their group like I was always one of them. When I went to Oscar’s house for the first time, I met Hattie, his younger sister, and we hit it off immediately. Her quick retorts and witty comments had me laughing until I truly thought my sides would split.

Oscar wasn’t exactly a man of many words, but even in the silence between our conversations, I always knew he was there for me. We spent a lot of time together, even outside of school. He brought me to his favorite ice cream shop, and I ordered the best red velvet and caramel sundae I’d ever tasted in my life. We went to the zoo, and I joked that he looked just like one of the koalas that was clinging to a eucalyptus tree. Adding to the joke, he bought me a koala stuffed animal, and I nicknamed it “Osc”.

My parents met Oscar a month after we had met, and they told him how pleased they were that he had befriended me. In response, Oscar said, “It wasn’t out of obligation or duty. I just wanted to.”

Once school had let out for summer break in December, Oscar invited me to his second house in Adelaide, where we spent the weeks tanning on the sunny stretches of beach and building elaborate sandcastles, weeping together theatrically when the tide would wash over them.

Lying beside each other on the recliners we rented for the beach, I confessed, “I don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve made my life so much better by being a part of it.”

Oscar turned his head to me, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I agree. I thought something was missing before, but then I met you, and now I feel complete.”

Year 7.

I eagerly awaited the arrival of the next school year’s timetable, ripping the envelope open loudly over the dining table. Oscar stood next to me, a letter opener gripped in his hands. “Ready?” he inquired, a tremble present in his voice.

“Ready,” I confirmed, and we both unfolded the sheets, skimming over them at the same time. We exchanged them a second later, recognizing some of the same names and times. “We have first, third, and sixth together.”

Oscar hummed in approval. “That’s not so bad. It’s half the day.”

“Yeah.”

Oscar examined his sheet again. “I heard Professor Smith is a bore.”

“Shame. But at least we have it together,” I reminded him, a wide grin splitting my face. “OK, now that that’s over, want to rewatch Frozen with me?” Even though it was meant for little children, I loved all the songs. Oscar, trying to act macho and cool, pretended he didn’t, but I caught him humming the lyrics to Let it Go once before. I would never let him forget it.

Oscar sighed, continuing his fake act of disliking the film. “Sure,” he relented finally, throwing his hands up in the air in mock-surrender.

“Yay!” I cheered happily, and he chuckled.

Year 8.

Oscar was absent the first week back from summer break; he had caught some sort of flu that was contagious. I hated going to school without him, my classes felt unbearably boring and time seemed to pass extra slowly. Worst of all was the fact that a lot of my social life revolved around him. Oscar wasn’t an extrovert, but his calming energy allowed him to create his own tight-knit group. Those who weren’t in it still gravitated towards him. Without him, I had to find people on my own, something I’d always found daunting.

“Brigitte, Brigitte!” A group of girls chirped from a nearly full lunch table. Charlotte, a girl with bouncy brown hair and flawless makeup like a model, waved at me. “Come sit with us!”

I pushed back emotions of unease and distrust that prickled at me. Just because Oscar didn’t spend much time with them didn’t mean they weren’t good people. I didn’t interact with them much, but from what I was aware of, they were nice. It was time for me to leave the nest, and this was my first trial.

“Hi,” I said, setting down my lunch box and taking a spot next to Charlotte.

Georgiana, her right-hand woman, giggled as she looked me up and down. I had the sensation that I was being criticized in her mind, all of my flaws pointed out and made fun of, and the urge to escape overtook me. “Do you know why Oscar’s not here?”

“Um, he’s sick,” I offered lamely.

Charlotte made a noise under her breath. “I heard he has mono.”

I raised an eyebrow quizzically, unable to identify what that word was.

“Like the sickness? You get it from kissing?” Charlotte’s eyes narrowed as she waited for me to recognize the term.

Kissing. My face heated up, and I abruptly dropped my gaze to the turkey sandwich waiting to be eaten in front of me. “I haven’t… I don’t know anything about that.”

Charlotte and her clique sighed dramatically, like I should be sorry. “You’re meaning to tell me that neither one of you has…You know, kissed?”

I wanted to shrink into my clothes and disappear, I was so mortified. Why were these girls asking me about such a private topic? Also, wasn’t it obvious that Oscar and I were nothing more than friends? They had to be joking. There was no other option. “We’ve never…We’re not like that.”

“You have to be lying,” Georgiana chastised, her blue eyes wide. “There’s no way you two haven’t made out yet. Tell me, is he a good kisser? I bet he is. He looks like he knows how to kiss a girl right. Andy Bellingham doesn’t.” She scoffed, crossing her arms.

I yanked a lock of my hair, the tic coming back to me instinctively as the girls waited for me to respond. I was failing horribly at whatever test they were putting me through, and I had no clue what to do. “We’re thirteen. I don’t know why anyone would be rushing to do all of that.”

“Well,” Charlotte clucked. “If that’s true, then it’s a damn shame. Oscar is one fine specimen.”

When Oscar returned to school the next week, I could barely talk to him. It wasn’t intentional, the cold shoulder I was giving him, I simply couldn’t shake off the conversation I had with Charlotte, Georgiana, and the other girls. I’d never imagined Oscar in a romantic way; sure, I knew at one point both of us would have significant others, but I’d never thought of us being a couple. He was my best friend, the person I told every secret to and fell asleep talking to on the phone.

But what if he could be more than just a confidant?

Year 9.

Oscar and I were growing up, and it was obvious to everyone, including ourselves. Charlotte and Georgiana were just the start of the insanity that would commence. With the start of ninth year, the both of us had to fend off accusations that we were “engaged in romantic activities” at least once per week. It was exhausting.

It was a struggle denying the rumors when there were no feelings attached to Oscar, when we were solely platonic friends. But something had changed between the two of us; the air was charged, and I felt myself growing more and more attracted to him. I found myself admiring his physique in gym class, or memorizing all the moles on his face. I knew it was only a matter of time before my feelings grew too much to bear, and I was terrified at the thought of losing him.

I was at Oscar’s home, grabbing myself a fresh glass of water, when Hattie intercepted me. “I know you too well,” she began, “So don’t even think about lying.”

Despite the fact that I knew I’d done nothing wrong, my palms grew sweaty and I felt faint. I was about to be accused of a false crime, and I’d be thrown out of the house, disgraced forever —

“You have a crush on Oscar.”

I blinked twice, confused. “What?”

“Don’t deny it.”

I regained my composure, trying to formulate a reply. “Oscar and I are just friends. That’s it.”

Hattie rolled her eyes and scowled at me. “I see the way you look at each other. With heart eyes. It’s as if no one in the world exists but you two.”

“That’s not true,” I protested, but deep down, I knew it was. Oscar was so magnetic, it was obnoxious. I wished every day that I had his allure.

“You should tell him,” Hattie prattled on like she hadn’t heard what I said.

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“You’ll be shooting yourself in the foot, then, because he likes you too.”

I ignored her, writing it off as sisterly wisecracking. It was much easier for me to pretend that the relationship between Oscar and I was the same, and it hadn’t changed at all since we’d met each other at the front gates of the Academy, all those years ago.

Year 10.

For the summer, I was invited again to the house in Adelaide. I was looking forward to the hours spent in each others’ company. Since Hattie’s revelation, I had slowly drifted away from Oscar, unwilling to give him any extra reason to leave me. In my mind, I thought that if I left first, I couldn’t get hurt. Yet, Oscar refused to let me go. He still texted me nightly, crafting plans to hang out. An invisible knife twisted in my gut every time I turned them down.

Oscar was easily the most good looking boy in our grade. He was effortlessly cool, and kind, and didn’t show off like the other boys in our year. I had already heard a few girls who were crushing on him, fawning over how attractive he was. They didn’t know him like I did, and I wanted to yell at them. He’s not just a pretty face.

I could kid myself all I wanted, though, because Oscar didn’t belong to me. He wasn’t my property, I didn’t have some sort of stake on him. He was on the market. Any girl could have him if she was brave enough to make the move, even if I so desperately wanted to call him mine.

I knocked on Oscar’s bedroom door, rocking from side to side impatiently. “I’m going to the beach in five minutes. Are you almost ready?” I called.

No response.

“Oscar?” I repeated, louder. Panic threaded through my voice. Maybe he’d fallen, and couldn’t yell for help. Seconds passed, and he still didn’t answer. I cracked the door open, and I saw him, lying on the bed, spread-eagled.

He wasn’t wearing anything, save for a pair of black boxers. Instead of being repulsed, instead of turning away, I eagerly devoured every inch of visible skin, frozen in place. The flat planes of his stomach, the strong muscles of his legs.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes still closed.

I jolted out of my stupor, shutting the door, struck dumb. Oscar was built like a Greek god. Holy shit.

I forced myself to swallow and erase the image that was dancing behind my eyelids. I had to pretend like I hadn’t seen anything. That everything was normal.

Arousal curled in my gut, and I let out a loose breath. Getting laid wasn’t worth it if it destroyed a years-long friendship with someone I valued deeply. Simplifying Oscar down to his looks was something the girls in our year did that I despised, but after seeing him, in all his glory, it was difficult not to do the same.

He was beautiful.

And I was falling for him, hard.

That same year was our first dance. We were finally mature enough to handle “the responsibilities that come with such a prestigious event”, even though it would be held in the Academy’s gymnasium, not at the Ritz-Carlton. I was going to attend the event with my female friends, and meet up with Oscar later. We weren’t each other’s dates. We still hadn’t crossed that boundary, between friends and more, and it was slowly eating me up inside. Every little thing Oscar did was catalogued in my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I talked about him so much to my mother that she grew suspicious, thinking I was in an illicit, secret relationship with him. The opposite was true; we were still painfully, just friends.

“Just friends” was what I had to repeat, over and over, like a mantra, to myself. Every time I looked at Oscar, and our gaze held for a moment longer than it was supposed to. Every time he remembered a small detail about myself – the street I used to live on in Sydney, or called me “Bridge”, or bought me my favorite soda in the cafeteria.

It would have been too easy to delude myself that he shared the same feelings that I had for him. Neither of us were willing to confess, which left me in a sticky situation when a girl in the year below us asked him out for the dance.

I was there. I watched it happen, how she left her lunch table and sashayed (for lack of better words, because what else do you call that undulating movement girls do when they walk?) over to him. She ignored me, giving him a wide smile that was ten megawatts too bright. She introduced herself, because Oscar didn’t recognize her. Later, my friend told me that she was his lab partner in Chemistry, and somehow, he hadn’t committed her to his memory. When she asked him out, she did it bashfully, but confidently enough that it seemed inevitable that he would say yes.

I busied myself by collecting my leftover lunch scraps, not looking at Oscar. It was his decision to make. I wouldn’t penalize him for that.

“I’m sorry, I’m already going with someone,” he finally said after a few moments.

The girl’s carefully tweezed eyebrows shot up in shock. She wasn’t expecting him to respond in that manner. I wasn’t either, and I almost dropped my water bottle as I tried to take a sip from it while acting nonchalant.

Accepting defeat, the girl gave him another smile, but it was fake. “That’s alright. If she cancels, let me know.” She turned tail, her shoes clicking across the floor, leaving Oscar and I alone.

I didn’t bring it up again, and I could tell Oscar was grateful for that small mercy. We both knew the “other date” was a ruse, meant to buy time. I felt it like stones pressing against my chest.

I vowed not to give in, even if it killed me.

Year 11.

“Brigitte.”

The sharp sound of Oscar’s voice made me jump. “Yes?”

“Have you been listening at all to what I’m saying?” Oscar asked exasperatedly, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

I flushed crimson, looking down at my newly painted nails. They were dark purple. Oscar had chosen the color, because I was too indecisive for my own good. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Everything OK?” he tilted his head in concern, scanning my features for any signs of distress. “You’ve been more distant. Did I do something?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Everything’s OK.”

“You’re lying. I know there has to be something. Hattie’s been bugging me all week long to say something.” The tips of Oscar’s ears turned red. “I don’t exactly know what she means, but maybe you do?”

I bit my lip, mulling over all possible choices. Hattie had been more persistent these past weeks, constantly pestering me to confess to Oscar. I could act stupid, and say I didn’t know what she meant. Or I could take a leap of faith. “It’s something about us, but she’s vague about it. She thinks she knows everything.”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair. “She’s such a nosy Nellie,” he bit out.

“Well, is there something between us?” I ventured cautiously.

His jaw flexed. “Do you want there to be something between us?”

“Stop answering my questions with other questions,” I huffed, and Oscar laughed. He pulled me close to him in a big bear hug.

In my ear, he murmured, “I do want more.”

“More of what?” My words came out as light as the breeze.

“More of you. I want all of you.”

And then he kissed me, in the middle of his living room while a news station droned in the background, rain drumming on the windows outside. Everything was blotted out until it was just us, our lips and our souls connected.

Year 12.

It had been almost a year since Oscar and I started dating. I was so relieved at finally confessing my feelings that I felt almost weightless, like nothing could ever take me down. Oscar was mine, and I was his. It was as simple as that.

Oscar kissed the top of my forehead before the start of class. I was about to take a big exam for my maths class, and I was extremely anxious. “You’ll be fine, Brigitte,” he promised. “I’ll be waiting for you after, and you can tell me all about it.”

“OK,” I said.

“I believe in you, baby.” He kissed me again tenderly, and I forced myself to break apart from him.

I gave him a smile that hid how nervous I was. “We’re going to get in trouble for PDA.”

“So be it,” he teased. “It’s worth it.”

I rolled my eyes. “See you later, smooth talker.”

An hour later, Oscar was waiting for me in the exact spot he had said. “How was it, gorgeous?” he asked as he walked beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to him.

“It was something.”

He chuckled. “Any other details you wish to impart, or is that it, Bridge? You were making it so suspenseful, and I feel let down.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t want to think about it, that’s all.”

Oscar made a noise under his breath. “Yeah, I get it. When do you get your marks back?”

“Probably by the end of the week,” I mused, dreading the day that the paper would be returned to my desk. My mother was going to kill me if I did badly, and I was certain that I’d barely scraped a passing grade.

Oscar threaded his fingers through mine. “We can look together.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Are you free to hang out this weekend?” Oscar inquired. “I have a competition, and I want you to be there.” Oscar was a rising star in the karting world, and I had attended two or three of his races before. As much as the speed and thrill excited me, I was too scared of something bad occurring, so I kept my appearances limited for my health — and sanity.

I thought for a second, and said, “Yeah, I’d like to come.”

“Good. I was worried you’d say no.”

“How could I?” I gasped, mock-offended. “You’re my perfect racer boyfriend. How could I ever say no?”

Oscar laughed, and nudged me on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re aware.”

After.

I couldn’t believe that we had graduated secondary school and that we were on our way to the real world. I was applying to university in Europe so I could be closer to Oscar as he rose through the ranks of the motorsports world. Walking across that stage, seeing Oscar and my family clap for me, I felt so proud. I was so lost when I had originally moved to Melbourne, but Oscar had helped me through it. I had found my person, my soulmate.

Maybe the move hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

Once the celebrations had concluded, Oscar and I were alone in his bedroom. My parents were already home, and his parents were drinking wine in the kitchen. Hattie was upstairs, reading a book. We wouldn’t be interrupted. “Are you sure you want this?” he repeated again nervously. “I don’t want to cross any boundaries.”

“You’re not,” I assured him.

“Good.”

My blouse was unbuttoned in one flourish, and I bared myself to Oscar. I held my breath, waiting for him to decide what to do next. “You’re so fucking stunning,” he said, his voice nearly a growl.

“I…” I stifled my protests as he bit me softly on the neck, bunny teeth leaving indents in the soft flesh. “Oscar…”

He paused, meeting my eyes to ensure that he was OK to continue. “You’re so fucking stunning, my God.”

“Not God, just Brigitte,” I jested breathlessly, and he nipped at the hollow of my throat. “Please go faster. You’re killing me.”

Oscar made a purring sound. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” He obeyed, unbuttoning his own shirt and loosening the belt on his pants. Moving on, he swished my skirt down and let it pool on the floor. Both of us were left in nothing but our underthings.

In one fluid motion, he lifted me up and placed me on the bed, spreading me carefully below him. His arm muscles flexed as he caged me in, his breath hot against my skin as he began to pepper kisses again on my body. “I need to grab a condom. Then we can have sex.”

I whimpered loudly as he pulled away, walking over to the bathroom. I heard the plastic crinkle of a condom wrapper opening, and soon Oscar was in my line of view again.

“Ready?” he waited for confirmation.

I inclined my head. “I’ve been ready.”

He positioned himself on top once more, his body perfectly molded against mine. Oscar kissed my cheek as he removed my panties, tossing them off the bed to the already messy floor. “I love you, Brigitte. So fucking much. Since year 6, you’ve been mine. Only mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned slightly as he entered me, his length stretching inside of me. “I love you too.”

Oscar groaned, his head falling forward as he moved languidly. “You feel so perfect. Like you’re made for me.” He kissed me forcefully on the lips. “I’m so fucking addicted to you.”

“I’m glad,” I teased. “But it goes both ways.”

He grinned, teeth biting at my collarbones. I felt like I could have come undone at any second as Oscar’s heat penetrated my body. I was in heaven, and this was my reward for my years of patience.

“You’re the love of my life. My sweetheart, my Brigitte.”

The End. ♡

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