He drives to outrun his past. She wanders to find her future. When their worlds collide on the edge of speed and stillness, love becomes the one race that neither can control. oscar piastri x fem oc

You Can't Lose Something You Never Had! Oscar Piastri, 2024 & 25 F1 Seasons silvcrsprings 2024

It wasn't supposed to happen. Not with him. Not with the quiet, careful driver who rarely stayed past midnight - let alone until the world blurred into noise and neon and champagne foam. But when the sun broke over Abu Dhabi, she woke up to find Oscar Piastri's hand resting over her ribs, the hotel room still smelling like smoke and spilled victory. The McLaren press officer and the McLaren driver. A headline waiting to destroy them both. They agreed not to speak of it again. But F1 doesn't forget, and neither did they. Between press conferences and whispered PR briefings, glances turned into questions, and questions turned into jealousy - the kind that burns quietly, the kind that can't be contained in paddocks or press statements. Because sometimes the story you're paid to hide becomes the one you can't stop living.

"You're worried." "I'm your physio. It's my job to be." In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, newly graduated physiotherapist Heather Laine joins the McLaren team, balancing the intensity of elite sport with quiet, growing connections off the track. Amid podiums, pressure, and personal moments, she finds that sometimes, the most meaningful races happen far from the spotlight, especially as a deeper bond with rising star Oscar Piastri begins to bloom, quietly shifting everything she thought she could keep professional. Oscar Piastri X Female OC

Breakin' down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you - The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift *** Blair Naomi Laurent, the French girl who grew up half-wild on the Australian coast, all lipstick smudges, midnight swims, and a talent for self-destruction. Oscar Piastri, the boy next door who drove too fast, kissed too hard, and always left her begging for more. They burned through their teenage years in backseats and beach houses, in parties that blurred into dawn. He was the quiet storm, she was the chaos and together they were dangerous. Until she left. Until he let her. Now Blair's back, glittering under flashing lights, running from everything real. And Oscar? He's no longer the boy she used to sneak out for he's colder, sharper, hungrier. But one look, one touch, and it's clear: the heat never died.

I, I love you in secret First sight yeah, We love without reason ~ Dancing with our hands tied by Taylor Swift ------------------------ Brooke Simsen, the rising star of pop music. If you haven't heard her name, you must be living under a rock. However, when she attends a Formula 1 race with her best friend Francisca Gomes, she not only reconnects with old and new friends but may also meet the love of her life. Lando Norris, McLaren's hope. The future and present of motorsports. His name is unavoidable when discussing racing. But when his world collides with that of pop music, drama is practically guaranteed. Lando Norris x FemOc Racing driver x Popstar Social Media x real life *This is a work of fiction, I don't know any of the people mentioned. Nothing here corresponds to reality!

You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake - Haunted by Taylor Swift ----------------- Camille Mourea never cared for Formula 1. Her world was music-raw, aching, and beautifully untamed. But for Juliette Jones, her best friend and biggest fan, the track was everything. And so, Camille found herself in the heart of the paddock, in the whirlwind of roaring engines and flashing cameras. To Juliette, Charles Leclerc was the love of her life. To Camille, he was just her best friend's boyfriend-until he wasn't. Until stolen glances turned into something she couldn't ignore. Until his presence felt like a melody she was never meant to write. What begins as innocent admiration slowly unravels into something unspoken, something dangerous. It lingers in the spaces between races and late-night calls, in the weight of a gaze that lasts too long, in the suffocating guilt of wanting what she cannot have. Because love, like racing, is a ruthless game. One mistake, one wrong turn, and everything could go up in flames. But how do you stop a heart that's already in free fall? Charles Leclerc x FemOC F1 Driver x singer Disclaimer This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, events, or relationships is coincidental. I do not know the individuals mentioned, nor do I intend to misrepresent or disrespect them. This is a work of imagination and should be read as such. -> this Story is a Hard Core Slow burn! It's very light and more about the what ifs, if you don't like that maybe rather look at my other fanfictions <33

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

Slipping down a dark path can be pretty self-destructive. Especially when you can't come out. "I need you, Charles... I need you now". ---- Disclaimer/trigger warning: This story is not for underage readers. It contains smut, use of alcohol/drugs, abuse, (domestic) violence and episodes of (light) depression Disclaimer 2: The personalities in my book are not similar nor related to their real-life personalties. This book is a fanfic story. I love the F1, but I do not know everything. I am sorry if there are mistakes. Started: 07-11-2022 Finished: 17-09-2023

When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers. Or When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat social media & irl (Updates every day or every other day)