Sabrina Clarke is sure Oscar Piastri hates her-he either ignores her, runs away, or responds like a malfunctioning robot.. In reality, Oscar has a massive crush... and is the most socially inept man on the planet. Enter Lando Norris, self-proclaimed matchmaking genius, and suddenly, all of McLaren is watching their disaster of a love story unfold.

"She left home... ...and somehow... ...he became it" #5 - Harry Styles #1 - Uni #1 - Melbourne #1 - Race

To the world, she doesn't exist. To those who know her, she's fragile, untouchable, and protected to the point of suffocation. Because some people aren't meant to be seen. And some truths are meant to stay hidden. Oscar Piastri was never meant to find her. She's the girl who has everything but she feels unseen. He's the man who's seen everything but feel nothing. In a world built on speed and silence, some hearts crash harder than cars ever could.

"I'm good," he said. "This is nice. I'm not used to it." "Used to what?" "This, people, being included in things that aren't work." Her eyes softened. "That sounds lonely." "It was." He paused. "It is. Sometimes." She didn't say anything, just held his gaze, and Oscar felt seen in a way that was terrifying and comforting all at once. "Well," she said finally, "you're included now. So get used to it." "Yeah?" "Yeah."

I think he knows He'd better lock it down Or I won't stick around 'Cause good ones never wait - I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift - Soleyna Turner never cared much for Formula 1. She only came to the Austrian Grand Prix to escape, to breathe, to spend one wild weekend with her fearless best friend, Tiana Munt. Cameras, engines, drivers-they meant nothing. Until one camera caught her. Until one driver couldn't look away. Lando Norris sees her for less than five seconds on the big screen-but it's enough. Enough to make him lose focus. Enough to make him want more. Who is the girl with the unreadable eyes and the crooked smile? The one who disappears into the crowd like a secret too dangerous to hold? Drawn together by coincidence, tension crackles between them like static in the summer heat. Every glance dares. Every word teases. But as the race weekend spins faster, so do the stakes. She's not here to fall for a driver. And he's never chased anything he couldn't catch-until now. In a world of fast cars, faster rumors, and a girl who wasn't meant to be found, can two hearts survive the crash? racing driver x art student Lando Norris x FemOc

> Landoscar storeowner au < Lando Norris, the cheerful owner of Norris' Nest, spends his morning tending to animals and helping customers in his cozy pet shop. When he meets Oscar, the charming new bakery owner next door, their friendly exchange hints at a connection. As Oscar navigates Lando's oblivious charm, he wonders if there might be more beneath Lando's playful exterior. Story warnings: Alcohol consumption Smut/sexual Angst

"walking scott street, feeling like a stranger with an open heart, open container" OR in which maggie caulfield falls for oscar piastri but the stars won't align until they do [oscar piastri | social media + irl]

In the high-octane world of Formula 1, Oscar Piastri was a rising star-disciplined, sharp, and composed under pressure. While others cracked under the intense glare of fame and speed, Oscar thrived in it, always with a calm expression behind the visor and a love for racing deeper than any PR slogan could capture. And his heart? It already belonged to Lily, his longtime girlfriend-sweet, grounded, and the only person who truly understood the man beneath the helmet. Then there was Isabella Quinn-spoiled heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Quinn conglomerate, fashion icon, socialite, and someone who always got what she wanted. Or at least, she used to. From the moment Isabella saw Oscar on the grid, his talent blazing and his face splashed across F1 media, she was obsessed. It wasn't love-it was possession. A challenge. She pulled every string: front-row paddock passes, exclusive party invites, and even faked philanthropic collaborations just to get close to him. Her methods ranged from charmingly persistent to outright manipulative. But Oscar never budged. "You're wasting your time," he told her once, his tone cool, his eyes sharp. "I'm not interested, and I never will be."