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cheftsunoda · 27 days ago

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ooooo a oscar and lily poly? maybe she is a olympic athlete ? gymnastics maybe?

lily, the ultimate wag — op81 + lily!

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oscar piastri x !olympian reader x lily zneimer

oscar was never one to admit he had a crush— it took him 4 years to even speak to his now girlfriend, lily. lily, on the other hand, is very open about her crushes…one of them being olympic gold medalist, yn. it took oscar a while to break but eventually one day lily got it out of him — he also had a crush on yn. the two always thought their little crush meant nothing and wouldn’t lead to anything…but you never know what the future holds.

fc : sunisa lee

(a/n) : i love writing for lily and oscar. they are so adorable. also sorry for the spacing towards the end- it would not allow me any more blocks.

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your pov

We’d been filming for hours, but somehow Lewis still looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine cover shoot — calm, collected, and somehow not even breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, I was on the floor stretching between takes, quietly hoping the camera crew couldn’t hear my joints popping.

He walked over with a bottle of water and dropped down next to me with a dramatic sigh. “Okay, I’m officially convinced gymnasts are made of titanium,” he said. “My body’s screaming and you look like you’re on vacation.”

I snorted. “That’s just the illusion. You should see me trying to get out of bed in the morning.”

He passed me the water and nudged my shoulder with his. “Seriously though, you’re incredible. Six golds? That’s legendary.”

I gave him a look. “You’re literally a Formula 1 icon.”

“Yeah, but I sit in a car. You’re out here defying physics.”

We both laughed, and for a second, it was just easy. Comfortable. We’d only known each other for a couple of weeks, thanks to the Lululemon partnership, but it already felt like I’d found a big brother I never knew I needed — wise, grounded, and always five seconds away from dropping the perfect quote about mindset.

He stretched his legs out in front of him, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Actually — random, but — you should come to a race sometime.”

I blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he said casually, as if it wasn’t a massive deal. “Come see what we do. I think you’d love it. It’s chaotic, but in the best way.”

I tilted my head. “You sure I wouldn’t be a distraction? I’m not exactly low-profile.”

He laughed. “Please. You’d be the most focused person in the garage. You could probably coach half the grid on discipline.”

I grinned. “Alright. Deal. But only if you come to the next national training camp and try the beam.”

Lewis gave me a look of pure horror. “Absolutely not.”

“Then I guess I’ll see you at the Grand Prix.”

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third person pov

Oscar was scrolling Instagram absentmindedly, still in his pajamas, hair a mess, cereal in hand — when he nearly dropped his phone.

“Lily,” he called out, voice strangled.

“What?” she shouted back from the bedroom.

He didn’t answer. Just stared, stunned, at his screen. YN. In slow motion mid-leap, pure strength and elegance in a Lululemon campaign beside Lewis Hamilton.

Lily entered the room sipping coffee, took one look at Oscar’s face, and immediately asked, “Who died?”

He turned the phone to her without a word.

She blinked. And then: “YOU’RE KIDDING.”

Oscar just nodded, eyes wide. “They paired her with Lewis. This is an act of war.”

Lily shoved her coffee onto the table and grabbed the phone. “Oh my god—she’s glowing. She’s luminous.”

Lily smacked his arm. “CALL LEWIS.”

“What?”

“CALL. LEWIS,” she repeated, already unlocking his phone and handing it to him. “He KNOWS her. They WORKED TOGETHER. You have connections and you’re not using them? Be serious. This is the rest of our lives, Oscar.”

Oscar groaned. “This is going to be so embarrassing.”

“Then be embarrassing with your whole chest.”

With a dramatic sigh and one final scream into a pillow, Oscar tapped Lewis’ name and hit dial. It rang once, twice—

“Oscar,” Lewis answered, sounding both amused and curious. “Everything alright?”

“Hey, yeah. Quick question—do you know YN LN?” Oscar asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

There was a brief pause on the other end. Then Lewis chuckled softly. “Funny you ask—I invited her to the next race.”

Oscar froze. “Wait, what? You did?”

“Yeah,” Lewis said, voice easy. “Figured she’d want to see what the paddock’s like. She’s going to love it.”

Oscar glanced over at Lily, who was trying not to laugh. “Well… that’s great news.”

“Just make sure you don’t pass out when you see her,” Lewis teased.

“No promises,” Oscar muttered, smiling.

Oscar hung up the phone and immediately turned to Lily, eyes wide like he’d just won a jackpot.

“She’s coming,” he said, voice cracking with excitement. “YN is actually coming to the race.”

Lily grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Okay, first things first— we need a plan. How do we act normal? Because normal is definitely not what either of us do.”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair. “I’m thinking… no fainting, no awkward jokes, no googly eyes.”

Lily snorted. “So basically, don’t be yourself?”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

They flopped onto the couch together, already brainstorming.

“We should probably brush up on gymnastics terms,” Lily suggested. “Just so we don’t embarrass ourselves when she inevitably talks about a triple twist or whatever.”

Oscar nodded solemnly. “I need to learn what ‘sticking the landing’ actually means besides ‘don’t fall.’”

Lily pulled out her phone. “Also—should we get her a welcome gift? Like, not creepy, just… classy.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “You mean like a ‘Please don’t run away screaming’ starter pack?”

They both burst out laughing.

“Alright,” Oscar said, standing up with newfound determination. “Operation Don’t Screw This Up is officially underway.”

Lily smirked. “And if all else fails, we just introduce ourselves and hope for the best.”

Oscar smiled, already feeling the nerves turn into excitement.

“Can’t wait to meet her,” he said softly.

“Me neither.”

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your pov

The paddock buzzed with energy — engines roaring, people bustling, flashes of team colors everywhere. It felt like stepping into the heart of a storm I couldn’t wait to dive into.

Almost immediately, familiar faces popped up. Carlos was the first to spot me, pulling me into a big grin and a quick hug. “YN! You actually made it! This is wild!”

Lando and George appeared next, teasing each other over who was luckier to meet me first. Their laughter was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile. Then, out of the corner of my eye, two figures caught my attention. They looked a bit nervous — one was running a hand through his hair like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and the other was twisting her hair, cheeks flushed pink. They were approaching now, and I realized I didn’t actually know who they were.

“Hi,” the guy said, voice cracking just a little. “You’re YN, right?”

I nodded, smiling politely. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Oscar,” he said quickly, holding out a hand, “and this is Lily.” The girl beside him waved shyly.

I shook his hand, then smiled warmly at Lily. “Nice to meet you both.”

There was a brief pause, the kind of awkward silence that stretches a second too long.

“So… welcome to the paddock,” Oscar said, laughing nervously. “It’s a bit of a madhouse.”

“I’m starting to get that,” I replied with a grin.

Lily stepped forward, her smile growing a bit more confident. “If you want, I can help explain who everyone is — it’s a lot to take in at once.”

Oscar nodded eagerly. “Yeah, and I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.”

I laughed. “Thank you. That might be necessary.”

They exchanged a glance that said, we’re totally out of our depth too, and I couldn’t help but feel a little less overwhelmed.

“You guys seem nice and rather adorable.,” I said. “Honestly, it’s kind of refreshing.”

Oscar’s cheeks tinted red. “We try our best.”

Just then, Lewis and Charles came over, pulling me back into their circle, but I caught Oscar’s hopeful smile as I turned away. This paddock was loud and chaotic, but with unexpected friendly faces like these, it was already starting to feel like somewhere I might belong.

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After the hectic whirlwind of morning meetings and greetings, I found myself craving a quiet moment away from the buzz. I wandered down toward the hospitality tent, hoping to find a corner to catch my breath.

That’s when I spotted her—Lily—sitting alone at a small table, scrolling through her phone but with an expression that seemed just as overwhelmed as I felt. Deciding to take a chance, I walked over.

“Hey,” I said, sliding into the seat across from her.

Lily looked up, a bit startled, then smiled warmly. “Oh! Hi, YN. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I needed a break from all the chaos,” I confessed, laughing softly. “You?”

She nodded, setting her phone down. “Same. It’s a lot to take in.”

We fell into an easy conversation—about everything and nothing. She explained some of the paddock’s unspoken rules, introduced me to the labyrinth of team acronyms, and even shared a few funny stories about rookie mistakes she’d witnessed. Halfway through, I realized I was actually relaxing. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t immediately caught up in all the F1 whirlwind.

Then, suddenly, the chair next to me scraped back, and a familiar voice said, “Hey, I see you found Lily.”

I turned to see Oscar standing there, slightly flushed, like he wasn’t quite sure if he was interrupting or crashing a party.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “She’s been great—helping me make sense of this place.”

Oscar grinned, lowering himself into the seat beside me. “Well, now that you’ve got the best tour guide in the paddock, you’re officially one of us.”

I raised an eyebrow. “One of you? That sounds serious.”

Lily laughed. “It’s more of a chaos club, really. Membership is optional but highly recommended.”

Oscar leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Plus, we give out free hugs.”

I leaned into him with a smile as I feel him stiffen but then lightly accept the hug. I glanced at the two of them and couldn’t help but think, these two might just be the most charming and awkward people I’ve met here. And honestly? I was looking forward to getting to know them even better.

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The roar of the engines had finally quieted, the track now empty but buzzing with the electric afterglow of race day. I watched from the sidelines as the podium ceremony wrapped up—Oscar standing proudly in second place, a huge grin breaking across his face despite the exhaustion.

Later, near the paddock exit, Oscar spotted me and waved me over with that shy, awkward smile that had become somehow endearing over the weekend.

“YN!” he called out, still catching his breath. “Hey—so, we’re planning a little celebratory dinner tonight. Just me, Lily, and… well, hopefully you.”

I blinked, pleasantly surprised. “Really? That sounds nice.”

Lily appeared next to him, beaming. “Nothing fancy, just a quiet spot to unwind and celebrate Oscar’s P2.”

Oscar nodded, clearly proud but still a little nervous about the invite. “Yeah, we thought it’d be nice to keep it low-key. No big crowds, just good food and company.”

I smiled warmly, feeling genuinely touched by the invitation. “I’d love to join you both.”

As we walked away from the hectic buzz of the race weekend, I felt a comforting sense of calm settle in. This—simple moments like this, with new friends who seemed more like family—was what made all the chaos worthwhile.

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The restaurant Oscar chose was tucked away just off the village’s main hustle — a cozy little spot with exposed brick walls, flickering candlelight, and the faint aroma of garlic and rosemary in the air. The kind of place where you could almost forget you were in the middle of one of the world’s loudest, fastest sports.

Oscar and Lily were already there when I arrived, both looking a little more relaxed than earlier in the day. Oscar had that unmistakable glow from the race—second place on the podium, no less—and Lily’s grin was infectious.

“Hey, YN!” Oscar waved me over, his smile shy but proud. “Glad you could make it.”

I slipped into the seat beside them, feeling a buzz of warmth from the small gesture. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Lily immediately launched into a rundown of the menu, her excitement about the risotto making me smile. “You have to try the mushroom risotto. Trust me. It’s the best you’ll have all weekend.”

Oscar nodded enthusiastically. “Agreed. Plus, it’s the perfect post-race comfort food.”

As we ordered, the conversation quickly found its rhythm, bouncing from the race itself to the quirks of the paddock life.

“So, YN,” Lily said, leaning in with a playful smirk, “what’s it like being a six-time Olympic gold medalist? Do you ever get tired of hearing that?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Honestly, sometimes. But it’s mostly just a reminder of how lucky I am to have had those experiences. Plus, it makes for a good conversation starter.”

Oscar grinned. “Clearly, it works. I mean, I’m definitely starstruck.”

I raised an eyebrow, teasing, “You? Starstruck? I thought you were supposed to be cool under pressure.”

Oscar threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, everyone’s got their weaknesses.”

Lily laughed. “Especially when they meet you.”

I chuckled. “You’d be surprised what I can do. But don’t worry, I won’t make you try anything tonight—yet.”

Oscar’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, so there is a ‘yet’?”

The waiter arrived with our first plates — a colorful spread of roasted vegetables and fresh bread, steam rising from the dishes. As we ate, Lily shared stories of her time at Uni, some hilarious mishaps that had poor Oscar shaking his head in disbelief.

“Like the time she accidentally locked herself in the closet,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “I had to break a window to get her out.”

Lily laughed. “Hey, it was an accident!”

I couldn’t help but laugh along with them. Their easy camaraderie was infectious, and I was grateful to be part of it.

Later, when the mushroom risotto arrived, I took a bite and nodded appreciatively. “Okay, you were right — this is amazing.”

Lily smiled proudly. “See? I told you.”

The night flowed on with more stories, jokes, and light teasing. At one point, Oscar glanced my way, a mischievous smile playing at his lips.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve seen some clips of your gymnastics routines. Honestly, you make it look effortless.”

I smiled, feeling a spark of challenge. “It’s not all grace and ease. Takes a lot of hard work.”

“How about,,” I said, leaning forward, “since I got to see what you do this weekend, you try a few basic moves? I’ll teach you.”

Oscar blinked, caught off guard. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled. “I’ve seen what you can do on the track — think you can handle a bit of gym floor?”

Lily’s eyes lit up. “This is going to be hilarious.”

Oscar laughed nervously. “Great. Just what I needed — to be outmatched in a whole new sport.”

I laughed too. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

As the night wound down, I felt a warm glow — not just from the food or the wine, but from the genuine connection forming between us. This weekend was already one for the books.

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gossiproomx : Some screengrabs from YN LN’s latest YouTube video. In the video, Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri spends a day attempting to train like a gymnast, while YN tries out an F1 driver’s routine. The two have undeniable chemistry and a ton of laughs along the way. Oscar’s girlfriend Lily also makes a cameo, bravely taking on the balance beam — and let’s just say, it’s worth the watch.

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username7 : the chaotic best-friend energy between the three of them??? i need this trio to tour the world

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your pov

“Okay, so welcome to my domain,” I grinned into the camera, arms spread wide as I turned to face Oscar and Lily standing beside me in the gym. “No helmets. No cars. Just balance beams and pain.”

Oscar looked around the gymnasium like he’d just walked into an alien spacecraft. “Why does everything either bounce, spin, or look like it wants to injure me?”

“Because it does,” I replied cheerfully. “That’s the fun part!”

Lily clapped her hands once, grinning. “I’m actually so excited. This was, like, every childhood dream I had until I realized I couldn’t even do a cartwheel.”

Oscar gave her a skeptical side-eye. “And yet here you are. Volunteering for balance beam death.”

“I bring snacks and moral support,” Lily shrugged. “I feel like I earned my place.”

“I’ll allow it,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Okay! First up — stretching. Because if Oscar tries a back handspring without it, he’ll fold like a deck chair.”

Oscar looked directly at the camera. “If I tear my hamstring on YouTube, I want everyone to know it was YN’s fault.”

We gathered on the mats, and I led them through some light stretches. Watching Oscar attempt a butterfly stretch was a personal highlight — he groaned like we were mid-race, and Lily was already crying laughing before we even got to the splits.

“I physically don’t bend that way,” Oscar said as he fell backward trying to touch his toes. “Is this normal?”

“No,” I said, poking his foot with my own. “This is tragic.”

“Okay, I think we’ve done enough,” he said, flopping back dramatically.

“We haven’t even started,” I replied, grinning. “Now it’s time for… cartwheels.”

“Absolutely not,” Oscar said immediately. “My wrists are purely decorative.”

Lily was already mid-attempt, giggling as she did a wobbly, two-footed spin that resembled a drunk flamingo. She landed facing the wrong direction and curtsied like she’d just stuck a perfect ten.

“I think I’m going to nationals,” she declared.

“You might,” I said, clapping. “The comedic gymnastics division.”

Oscar gave me a look. “If I break something, I expect you to explain it to my team.”

“You’ll be fine,” I said sweetly. “I’ll even spot you. Wouldn’t want you to pull a Stroll and crash expectedly.”

“Wow,” he muttered, even as he laughed. “That was uncalled for.”

He lined up to try a cartwheel — and absolutely yeeted himself sideways like a toddler. He collapsed in a heap, groaning into the mat.

“Was that… was that the move?” he asked.

“Technically, yes,” I replied. “If the move was a cry for help.”

Lily and I lost it. Eventually, after many failed attempts and me physically dragging Oscar into position like a tired mom at a toddler gymnastics class, we moved on to beam.

Lily insisted on going first — and honestly? She surprised us both.

“Look at her!” I said, genuinely impressed as Lily held her arms out and walked carefully across. “Little beam baby!”

Oscar stood below with his hands up like a spotter. “If you fall, I’ve got you.”

“I feel like this is the part in a rom-com where my feet randomly fail me and I fall into your arms,” Lily said, wobbling slightly.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he muttered, which earned him a slap on the shoulder and a full-blown giggle fit from both of us.

When it was Oscar’s turn, I helped him climb up — which turned into a moment as he slipped and I caught him around the waist.

“Oh,” I said, steadying him. “Careful. We’re trying gymnastics, not trust falls.”

“Sorry,” he said, not moving away quite yet. “Didn’t realize balance beam also required… trust falls.”

I blinked. Was it warm in here?

Lily, from the mat: “Flirt later, beam now!”

Oscar laughed, finally stepping forward with the grace of a newborn deer. “I’m so glad this is being recorded.”

He made it about halfway before yeeting himself off sideways — straight into the foam pit.

I gasped and ran over. “Are you okay?!”

Oscar’s head popped up like a confused meerkat. “I’m emotionally damaged, but physically fine.”

“Great,” I said, smirking. “Then we can move on to the splits.”

His soul visibly left his body.

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“Okay,” I said, stretching out my arms as Oscar handed me a weighted neck band that looked like it belonged in a medieval torture chamber. “Be honest. Is this training or hazing?”

Oscar grinned far too confidently. “Both.”

We were in a sleek performance lab that Oscar called his “pre-season hell zone,” but it honestly looked more like a villain’s lair —cold lighting, resistance machines, wires everywhere, and enough protein powder on the shelves to rebuild a small nation.

Lily was already sitting in the reaction rig — a fancy board with glowing lights she had to smack as they lit up — and missing every single one.

“This thing is rigged,” she huffed, swatting at one and missing. “I have the reflexes of a sloth.”

Oscar leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, enjoying the show. “I mean, I did say this would be the hard part.”

I turned to him, smirking. “Oh, and doing a cartwheel wasn’t?”

“That was just emotional hazing,” he deadpanned.

He helped me into the neck band next, tightening the straps like he’d done it a million times—which he had. Still, his fingers brushing the side of my neck made me go weirdly quiet. Not that I’d admit it.

“You’ll feel the burn in about ten seconds,” he said, stepping back. “Just tilt your head side to side. Slowly.”

Lily, now recovering from her battle with the reaction lights, flopped onto the floor next to me. “Are we training or preparing for whiplash?”

Oscar handed her a water bottle. “Training so we don’t get whiplash.”

After a few neck exercises, we moved over to the racing sim. Oscar sat in the full rig first—flawlessly running a lap like he wasn’t even trying.

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” he said, grinning directly at me.

“God help the imaginary people on this racetrack,” I muttered, climbing into the rig.

It took me a solid minute to figure out the seatbelts. Another two to find the gas pedal. Oscar crouched beside the rig like a proud, smug coach, gently adjusting the headset mic near my cheek.

“Feeling ready?” he asked, a little too softly.

I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest. “As ready as someone who is quite literally too short to reach the pedals.”

“Perfect,” Lily said brightly. “Let chaos begin.”

The lights went green, and I immediately veered off track. Oscar winced.

“Okay! Not bad! We only killed three cones and possibly a virtual marshal.”

I started laughing. “Do I get points for creative turns?”

Oscar tapped the screen. “Technically, that was a wall.”

Lily defended me, “She’s just bumped it on accident. Definitely did not turn completely into it.”

Eventually, I made it one lap without crashing, and Oscar clapped. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Liar,” I grinned. “You’re just saying that because I didn’t make you do the splits.

“Mostly,” he admitted. “But also—your focus is insane. I’m impressed.”

There was a beat. We just… looked at each other. Long enough that Lily cleared her throat dramatically.

“Well,” she said, “if we’re done flirting over lap times, it’s my turn.”

Oscar laughed, flustered. “I wasn’t—okay. Yep. Sure.”

Lily climbed into the rig with zero hesitation and immediately did better than I had, naturally. I stood next to Oscar, watching her lap clean and smooth.

“She’s good,” I said, genuinely.

Oscar nodded, smiling. “Yeah. She’s fearless. You both are.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Not fearless. Just reckless.”

He leaned slightly closer. “Both can work well in F1.”

I turned toward him, raising an eyebrow. “Or gymnastics.”

Another moment passed between us — heat, tension, something else I couldn’t quite name — until Lily spun out dramatically and yelled, “I’M IN THE WALL. ABANDON SHIP.”

Oscar burst out laughing. “Oh my god.”

And just like that, we were all laughing, collapsing onto the floor in a heap of limbs and sweat and chaotic energy.

“So,” I said, breathless, “who won this round?”

Oscar looked between us, smug. “Honestly? Me.”

Lily shoved his shoulder. “You wish.”

I glanced at both of them, heart still racing for reasons I’d rather not analyze. “Okay, but let’s be real. I stuck a handstand. You managed to keep a fake car on the track.”

Oscar grinned. “I never said I was better. Just like to tease.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I muttered.

“Don’t I know it,” he shot back.

And I swear Lily winked at me behind his back.

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Oscar and Lily had invited me over a few days later to watch the final cut of the video. When I knocked on the door, I was greeted by a chaotic combination of barking, the smell of popcorn, and Lily yelling, “SHE’S HERE! HIDE!”

“Too late,” I called, stepping inside with a grin.

Oscar appeared from the kitchen holding three mismatched mugs, wearing a hoodie and the smuggest look I’d seen all week. “We were just talking about you.”

“Terrifying,” I said, snatching his mug labeled World’s Okayest Athlete.

Lily rolled her eyes from her spot on the couch, surrounded by snacks. “He was complaining about how sore he still is from the balance beam.”

“I’m choosing to believe that’s because I’m an excellent coach,” I said, plopping down between them. “Or because your core is made of pudding.”

Oscar scoffed and landed next to me on the couch, "Excuse you. Not all of us have gymnast muscles."

Lily handed me the remote. “Go ahead. Hit play. Let’s relive Oscar’s slow spiral into shame.”

The video opened with upbeat music and the three of us waving at the camera. Within the first two minutes, Oscar flopped out of a cartwheel and muttered “I think I broke my everything.” which had me snorting so hard I almost choked on a gummy worm.

“Why did I agree to this?” he groaned, facepalming as the video showed him crashing into the foam pit.

“Because,” I said, nudging his knee, “deep down, you love being a content king.”

Lily laughed. “You love the attention. Don’t lie.”

Oscar just muttered something unintelligible and ate three chips at once. We got to the part where Lily tried the balance beam and I whispered words of encouragement while she flailed like a baby deer. Her grip on my arm tightened with every wobble on screen.

“You really didn’t let me fall,” she said softly.

“You were doing great,” I replied, just as softly.

Oscar raised an eyebrow at us, then said, “Okay but I was left to die on the bars.”

“Correct,” Lily and I both said at the same time.

By the time we hit the blooper reel, we were all in various stages of crying from laughing. There was a clip of me slipping off a mat mid-sentence, Lily shrieking from inside the foam pit, and Oscar yelling “I’m never trusting gravity again.”

The screen faded to black with the final blooper, all three of us collapsed on the mats, breathless and tangled in a heap. Silence settled. The kind of warm, fizzy silence that feels earned. We were all sprawled across the couch, coming down from a sugar high.

Oscar glanced over at me, still a little flushed from laughing. “That actually turned out… really good.”

Lily nodded. “Better than I expected for three idiots and a camera.”

“Hey,” I said. “Two idiots and a gold medalist.”

Oscar grinned. “Touché.”

Another beat passed, and then Lily sat up and looked at me, eyes playful but a little unsure.

“So… we were thinking,” she started, nudging Oscar.

He looked at her, then at me, and scratched the back of his neck. “We thought maybe… if you’re not too tired, you’d wanna grab drinks with us tonight?”

My brows lifted. “Like… to celebrate embarrassing ourselves on camera?”

“Exactly,” Lily said brightly. “You’ve officially been initiated into our household of chaos.”

“And we figured,” Oscar added, a little more carefully now, “maybe just the three of us. Chill, no cameras. Unless you want to film Lily trying tequila for the first time,” he added with a sly grin. I blinked.

Between the snacks, the shared laughter, the teasing… it felt easy. Familiar. And maybe a little charged in the way things do when there’s too much eye contact and a whole lot of unspoken what ifs floating around.

“You sure?” I asked, voice lighter than I felt. “You really want me third-wheeling your couple’s cocktail hour?”

Lily snorted. “Your practically part of this now.”

Oscar flushed. I did too.

But I smiled. “In that case… let me grab my jacket.”

Oscar stood and held out his hand like a dorky gentleman. “Lily, promise to not fall out of the bar stool this time.”

“No promises,” Lily whispered behind him.

I laughed all the way out the door.

—

I didn’t expect the bar to be so quiet.

Oscar had promised nothing flashy — and true to his word, the place was tucked down some side street, dimly lit and cozy, with mismatched chairs and little flickering votive candles that made the tables glow. It smelled faintly of citrus and old books.

“This okay?” Lily asked as we slid into a booth near the back. She was wearing a slouchy sweater and darker lipstick that made her look both impossibly cool and vaguely dangerous.

“It’s perfect,” I said and I meant it.

Oscar ducked into the seat beside her, shoulders brushing, thigh resting just barely against hers. They both looked effortlessly comfortable in their own skin, and in that moment I felt like the outsider again. Not in a bad way.

We ordered drinks — Lily a dirty martini, Oscar a whiskey sour, me something fruity and fizzy — and we talked. About everything and nothing. Training routines. Worst injuries. Weird fan moments. They laughed so easily. And they made me laugh too, in that rare way that’s full-body, stupid, joyful. I hadn’t felt that light in a long time. But then the conversation drifted. Slowed. Deepened.

Oscar ran his finger around the rim of his glass, head tilted slightly, gaze fixed on nothing.

“You know,” he said quietly, “we didn’t just ask you out tonight for drinks.”

Lily didn’t laugh. She looked down at her hands, fingers folded together like she was bracing herself.

I blinked. “Okay…”

Oscar’s eyes flicked up to mine. “We’ve been talking about this for a while. Before the video. Before we even met you.”

“What’s ‘this’?” I asked, voice softer now.

“You,” Lily said simply. “Us. And you. Or… the possibility of it.”

My breath caught. Oscar shifted slightly, leaning in. “We know it sounds crazy. And we didn’t want to put pressure on anything. That’s why we tried to just keep it light and fun. But it’s not just fun for us anymore.”

Lily gave me a small smile, almost shy for once. “You feel like something we don’t want to miss.”

I stared at them. Two of the most composed, put-together people I’d met — now both watching me like they’d handed over their hearts and weren’t sure what I’d do with them.

I swallowed, feeling my pulse in my throat. “So what are you asking?”

Oscar didn’t flinch. “We’re asking if you’d want to try something… with us. The three of us. Not casual. Not just us flirting on camera. But real.”

Lily reached across the table, palm open and waiting. I stared at it. At her.

“We like you,” she said. “Both of us. Not in some half-hearted, performative way. And we know it’s a lot to ask. But we had to ask. Because… you feel like home.”

Something in my chest cracked open. I looked at their faces — hopeful, scared, still so sure. And I felt the warmth I’d been carrying for weeks flood through me like sunrise.

I slid my hand into Lily’s. “I don’t do things lightly,” I said quietly.

Oscar reached out too, resting his hand over both of ours. “Neither do we.”

“I’ve never done this,” I admitted. “Not like this. But I… I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Good,” Lily said, blinking quickly. “Because we haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

And in the flickering candlelight, with soft music humming low around us, I let myself say yes. Not just with my voice. With everything.

—

I woke to sunlight. Not the harsh kind — not the blaring, cruel light that demands attention. No, this was gentle. The kind that filtered through pale curtains and painted everything in soft gold. And there, tucked against me, was them.

Oscar was behind me, his arm wrapped loosely around my waist, the slow rhythm of his breathing warm against the back of my neck. One of his legs had managed to tangle with mine sometime in the night, his toes brushing my ankle, like even in sleep he needed to know I was there. And in front of me — Lily. She was facing me, barely inches away, her hand resting in the space between us, not touching but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her palm. Her lashes fluttered as she slowly blinked herself awake, eyes still heavy, her face soft and open in the morning light. For a moment, none of us said a word.

The room was hushed, full of quiet intimacy — the kind that doesn’t need to be named to be understood. I could hear the hum of the city outside the windows, the faint buzz of life returning to its routine, but here — in this bed — the world felt still.

Lily smiled, sleep-ruffled and radiant. “Hey,” she whispered.

My heart fluttered. “Hey.”

Oscar groaned behind me, voice gravelly. “Is it morning? I refuse to believe it’s morning.”

Lily giggled, her fingertips brushing over my arm as she whispered, “It’s morning.”

“You sound too awake,” Oscar mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist like a sleepy koala. “Tell the sun to come back later.”

“I’ll pencil it in,” I said, laughing under my breath.

Lily’s hand found mine between us, her thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. It was such a small thing, but it made my throat feel tight — like something soft and fragile and terrifying had taken root inside me.

“I like waking up with you,” she said simply.

Oscar made a sleepy noise of agreement and nuzzled his face into my hair. “Yeah. Feels right.”

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to soak it all in — the weight of them beside me, the warmth of their bodies, the comfort of belonging. No rush. No pressure. Just… here. Safe. Wanted. Home.

“What happens now?” I asked, not out of fear — just curiosity. The words hung in the air like dust in sunlight.

Lily looked at me, and her smile didn’t waver. “Whatever we want.”

Oscar pulled the blanket up over all three of us like he was shielding us from the outside world. “Breakfast. Cuddles. Maybe I convince you both to stay in bed all day.”

“I have a schedule,” I teased.

“I’ll bribe your calendar and your team,” he said, already drifting back toward sleep.

Lily leaned in, brushing her nose against mine. “He’s serious. He once tried to cancel a physio appointment by pretending to be his own assistant.”

“It worked!” Oscar called from behind me.

I laughed, a real, unguarded laugh. The kind that lives in your bones and lingers long after. And there, in a tangle of arms and legs and soft sheets, with their love wrapped around me like a second skin, I realized — this was real. Real love.

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The airport was loud, but they made it feel quiet. Oscar stood next to me in the check-in line, hands in his pockets, fidgeting with the strap of my carry-on like it offended him. Lily leaned against the barrier, arms crossed loosely, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She smiled at me, soft and sleepy — like this was just another casual goodbye. Like this wasn’t the first time we’d be apart since that night in the candlelit booth. My heart tugged.

“You packed your snacks?” Oscar asked, like he was my mom and my coach and my concerned boyfriend all rolled into one.

“Yes,” I said, grinning. “The gummies you panic-bought me at 2 a.m. last night are in the front pocket.”

“I maintain that was a strategic nutritional decision.”

“You bought seven kinds of sour candy.”

“Exactly. Balanced sugar intake.”

Lily rolled her eyes and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me without a word. She held on longer than usual — the kind of hug that said more than she could ever explain out loud. When she finally pulled back, her hands cupped my face like she was memorizing it.

“You’ve got this,” she said. “You always do.”

“I wish you were coming,” I whispered.

“We do too,” she said softly. “But we’ll be watching every second. Cheering so obnoxiously you’ll hear us from France.”

Oscar joined us then, slipping one arm around me and the other around Lily, pulling the three of us into a tight knot. I let my head fall against his shoulder, breathing in that now-familiar scent of him — all clean soap, warm skin, and something citrusy that always lingered on his hoodies.

“I’m proud of you,” he murmured into my hair. “Whether you win gold or not. But let’s be real. You’re gonna win gold.”

“I might cry,” I mumbled.

“You better not,” Lily said, already teary-eyed.

“You better,” Oscar added at the same time, grinning.

They walked me all the way to the final security checkpoint, where hugs had to be goodbye and I couldn’t stall any longer.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land,” I promised.

“Text the group chat from the plane,” Lily added, brushing her fingers over mine.

“And don’t forget your hydration plan,” Oscar said, giving my hand one last squeeze.

“You guys are ridiculous,” I laughed.

“And you love it.”

I paused, looking at them — both so earnest, trying to be casual, when I could see the ache in their eyes.

“I really do,” I said quietly.

And then I went. I didn’t cry at first. I didn’t cry until I turned the corner and couldn’t see them anymore. Until the gate swallowed me up and the distance felt real. They weren’t coming. But their love… it wrapped around me like armor.

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The lights in the arena always made everything feel surreal — like the ceiling was a sky, the crowd a hum of stars, the floor a stage built by gods and nerves and muscle memory. Team USA filed out onto the mat in a line of red, white, and glittering perfection. We waved, we smiled, we held our heads high, chins tilted just slightly like we’d been trained to since we were little girls who dreamed in chalk dust and gold medals. I waved toward the left side of the arena, out of habit. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone. Not really. My coaches were in the box, my teammates beside me. That was all I needed.

Until I saw them. Front row. Just off center. Right behind the judges’ table. Oscar’s hair was slightly messy, like he’d rushed there. He was in a slightly wrinkled button down, sleeves pushed up, arms crossed and eyes locked in on the floor. Lily was next to him in red lipstick and a camera around her neck, already snapping pictures, the proudest smile on her face. And Lewis—Lewis had sunglasses tucked into his collar, a bucket hat covering a majority of his face, but his grin gave him away instantly. All three of them were on their feet, clapping like they couldn’t care less about being subtle. I stuttered in my step. Only for half a second—but I know my teammates noticed. Jade gave me a side-eye smirk and nudged my arm with her elbow.

“Focus,” she whispered, amused.

“I am,” I whispered back, a little breathless.

But it was like a switch flipped inside me. I hadn’t even realized how much I needed them there—until I saw them. It felt like the world had tilted perfectly into place. By the time it was my turn to take the floor, I was wired with something I couldn’t name. Not just adrenaline. Not just discipline. But love. Like I had the loudest, softest cheerleaders in the entire world.

The beam routine came first. Precision. Breath. The beam always scared people, but it felt like home to me. And this time? I didn’t wobble. Not once. Not even on the double wolf turn I usually dreaded. Then came floor.

The music started. My body moved before my mind could catch up, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t about being perfect. It was about being full—of fire, of freedom, of joy. Every leap stretched higher. Every tumbling pass hit with a snap. I landed my double layout with the kind of crispness that made the judges lean forward and the crowd erupt.

When it ended, I struck my final pose with a grin on my face. Not forced. Not polished. Just real. I stood there breathing hard, the cheers rising around me like ocean waves, and I looked over—to the same corner of the arena. Oscar was standing, hands above his head, cheering like a maniac. Lily had tears on her cheeks and was shouting something I couldn’t hear. Lewis had a fist in the air and a look on his face like he’d just watched someone fly. And I had. I’d flown. Because they were here.

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The moment I stepped off the floor, everything blurred. My teammates tackled me in a flurry of glitter, hugs, and high-pitched screaming. Coaches shouted in half-tears. Someone shoved a flag into my arms. I blinked at the scoreboard, barely processing the numbers lighting up in green — a personal best. One of the highest scores of the entire event. And yet, none of it fully hit until I heard someone yell my name.

“YN!”

I turned toward the side entrance of the floor. Security was already trying — gently, but with visible panic — to contain the three very determined VIP guests crashing their way through the restricted area.

Oscar ducked under the rope first, nearly tripping over someone’s equipment bag. His hair was windblown, lanyard flying, his face stretched in the kind of smile that made my knees buckle. Lily was right behind him, already crying, one hand holding her camera and the other waving like she hadn’t just bulldozed a press area. Lewis followed with effortless charm, talking his way past security like he owned the arena, which honestly… he sort of did.

By the time they reached me, I was already laughing and crying and shaking all at once. Oscar didn’t even wait. He scooped me up, full body, feet off the ground, arms locked around me like he’d been holding his breath since the moment I saluted the judges.

“You were insane,” he said into my ear. “Like—like actual witchcraft. Are you a gymnast or gravity’s worst nightmare?”

“She’s both,” Lily said, squeezing in on the other side, sandwiching me between the two of them. “I’ve never screamed that loud in my life. My throat is ruined. I might cry again.”

“I’m already crying,” I laughed, clinging to them both like I’d never let go.

Lewis finally caught up, slightly breathless and smiling so wide it made my heart thud. He pulled me in after they loosened their grip, hands warm on my shoulders.

“You crushed that,” he said, eyes twinkling. “I’ve seen a lot of greatness in my life, but that was next level. You flew, YN.”

I flushed, overwhelmed, every nerve still buzzing with adrenaline and disbelief.

“I knew you were coming,” I whispered. “I just… didn’t let myself hope.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to my temple.

“You didn’t think we’d miss this, did you?” he murmured. “You really think we’d let you shine without us there to scream about it?”

Lily grabbed my hand, our fingers tangling instinctively.

“We are never missing a moment like this,” she said fiercely. “You’re stuck with us.”

I looked between them — the three people who had rooted for me louder than anyone ever had. In front of the world. In front of gold. And for the first time that day, the medal didn’t feel like the most important thing I’d won.

—

The medal was cold when they placed it around my neck, but my chest was on fire. It wasn’t my first Olympics. Not my first podium. Not even my first gold.mBut this one was different.mMaybe it was the pressure. Maybe it was how hard I had fought to get back here. Maybe it was the people in the crowd who made it feel like more than just a win.

The anthem started, and I stared ahead, lips pressed together, trying not to cry. My cheeks were already aching from smiling. My body was exhausted. But my heart? My heart was pounding like it might burst.mI kept my eyes on the flag, pretending not to look at the corner of the stands where I knew they were. I didn’t even need to see them to feel them. Oscar. Lily.

I could feel their cheers. Their pride. The way they lit up when I stuck my landings. The way Lily screamed when my score came up. The way Oscar didn’t even try to hide how obsessed he was. When the anthem ended, the crowd thundered to life. Cameras flashed. My teammates hugged me and handed me a small bouquet. There were hands shaking mine, congratulatory smiles, media already waiting behind the rail.

But all I cared about was the blur of two people running down from the stands. Security tried to stop them — very politely, very ineffectively. Oscar reached me first, ducking under the rope with his accreditation badge swinging wildly. His grin was enormous, eyes glassy, face flushed from the heat and the adrenaline.

“YN!” he yelled, and suddenly I was in his arms.

He picked me up off the ground, spinning me once before setting me down gently, arms still wrapped around my waist like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“You did it, you actual superhuman,” he said breathlessly. “You didn’t just win, you—obliterated everyone.”

Lily crashed into us a second later, nearly knocking all three of us over in a group hug. She was crying without shame, camera still hanging from her neck, her fingers threading into mine.

“You were perfect,” she whispered. “We’re so proud of you. So in love with you. And also, Oscar cried. Don’t let him deny it.”

“I didn’t cry,” he mumbled, wiping under his eye. “I had sweat.”

I laughed, tears spilling anyway, the medal clinking softly as I pressed my forehead against his shoulder. I could barely breathe with how much I loved them both.

Lily pulled back, grinning, her cheeks wet. “We have a surprise for you, by the way.”

Oscar nodded eagerly. “Later tonight. You’ll find out. No hints. Just trust us.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You two showed up in Paris and now you’re planning secret surprises? This sounds like a dangerous combination.”

“Only the best kind,” Lily said, squeezing my hand. “But for now—this moment? This is yours. You earned every second of it.”

And standing there, medal around my neck, wrapped in their arms, I knew she was right. But it felt like we had earned it. Together.

—

I had no idea where we were going. Oscar and Lily were being suspiciously smug, and I was too exhausted — and too high off the win — to press them too hard. The post-competition chaos was a blur. Hugs from my teammates. Flashes from cameras. My medal catching the light every time I moved. Lily holding my hand so tight I thought we might both cry. Oscar stealing kisses when he thought no one was looking.

Now I was curled up in the backseat of an SUV, still in my Team USA warmups, my bouquet resting across my lap, the medal heavier than ever around my neck. Lily sat beside me, fingers laced through mine, stroking her thumb in slow circles over my knuckles. Oscar sat across from us, bouncing his leg and trying not to give anything away.

“You keep staring at me like you are about to interrogate me,” he muttered.

“Because I am,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Where are we going? I’ve earned answers. I have a literal Olympic medal to prove it.”

“Just trust us,” Lily said softly, brushing a loose curl behind my ear. “It’s worth it. Promise.”

Oscar grinned. “You’re gonna cry. Again.”

“You cried earlier.”

“I was moved.”

“You screamed, Oscar.”

“Yeah. Moved.”

We turned down a quiet street and then pulled through a discreet gated entrance. I looked out the window—and nearly stopped breathing. The Eiffel Tower loomed above us, lit in gold, impossibly beautiful. But it wasn’t just that we were near it. We were in it.

My mouth dropped open. “No. No way.”

Lily leaned in close, her voice sweet and giddy. “Surprise, baby.”

Oscar threw his hands up like he’d just crossed a finish line. “Private terrace. Very fancy. Very French. We pulled some strings.”

I turned back to them, stunned. “You… rented out a private part of the Eiffel Tower?”

Lily giggled. “You got a gold medal. We thought you deserved the view.”

Oscar offered me his hand like we were about to go to prom. “Come on, champ. We have champagne with your name on it.”

—

The terrace was out of a movie. Soft jazz played in the background. Lanterns and fairy lights glowed warmly. There were flowers on the table that matched the ones in my medal bouquet. Rose petals scattered across the linen like they were just casually beautiful. And in the distance — Paris sparkled like she was showing off just for us. I stood frozen, soaking it in.

Oscar appeared at my side. “Too much?”

“It’s perfect,” I whispered. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“You are something like this,” Lily said, slipping her arm around my waist. “Beautiful. Intense. Absolutely unforgettable.”

I blushed and leaned into her. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Good,” she murmured, kissing my temple.

Dinner was divine. Course after course of fancy little dishes I could barely pronounce. Oscar made it halfway through reading the wine list before giving up and saying, “Just bring us the sparkly one.” Lily fed me bites of her dessert even after I insisted I couldn’t eat another thing. The three of us toasted my win, toasted each other, toasted “hot people dating other hot people.”

At one point, Oscar got up and returned with a small box.

I froze, heart thudding. “Oh god. Am I being proposed to?”

“Relax,” he laughed. “We’re not that unhinged.”

He set the box in front of me. “Just… a little something.”

I opened it slowly, breath caught. Inside was a delicate gold necklace. Three tiny little charms, engraved with each of our initials. My eyes stung instantly.

“It’s not forever,” Oscar said quietly. “Unless you want it to be someday.”

Lily slid her hand into mine. “It’s just us. Telling you that we’re yours. No pressure. No rush. Just… love.”

I was crying. Of course I was crying. I leaned across the table, pulling them both into the messiest, warmest, most golden three-way hug in the middle of a restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. Champagne spilled. Oscar kissed my shoulder. Lily kissed my cheek.

“I love you both,” I said, voice thick. “So much it makes my chest hurt.”

Oscar beamed. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

Later, we lay on the terrace couch under a blanket, all three of us tangled together, staring up at the iron lattice above and the stars just beyond it. My medal rested on the table next to the necklace box. I didn’t need to wear either of them right now to feel like I’d won. Because this — the stillness, the laughter, their hands in mine, Oscar’s voice in my ear, Lily humming quietly against my shoulder — this was the gold I really wanted.

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