#you bring me closer to god

[wanderingblindly]

WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

October Birds (10.3k, 1/7 chapters, ongoing)

“Y’alright, World Champion Lando Norris?” Max asks, leaning back in his desk chair with his hands tucked behind his head. “Piss off,” Lando mumbles back, not liking the smile in Max’s tone. Besides, what can he say? ‘Bit lost, actually. Any idea how to handle the best day of your life feeling like the end?’. Or: Lando runs away to the wrong Perth. Oscar takes in a lost man.

The Guidebook but it's Different Because Now There's Stockings (8k words, oneshot)

The snap of the nylon, sharp against his thigh, resonates through the bedroom. But he can't rouse himself from his mind, can hardly feel his lashes against his cheek as he blinks lazily. Oscar's fingers are hot, nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin at the crease of his hip. And his lips, seemingly glued to his leg, trace along the top of the fabric. His teeth nip at the soft, thin skin of his inner thigh, tongue soothing the sting before Lando can process it. And, like a parting gift, Oscar whispers: "So beautiful..."

Oscar Piastri's (Full Homo) Guide to Fucking Your Boyfriend (19.4k words, 2/2 Chapters)

"Has my girlfriend ever kissed a guy before?" Oscar's eyes move to Lando's lips, lashes fluttering gold in the setting sun. Girlfriend. His mind goes silent, lips parted and eyelids heavy. It feels... nice. Hearing that. It feels good, even. Like Oscar's claiming him, possessing him. Girlfriend. He whispers back, feather-light. "No." Oscar looks back up, catches his eyes. "Do you want to?"

By Touch (1.6k words, oneshot)

Oscar's fingers shift, reaching for Lando's wrist and moving them both. "The hardest thing to learn, I think," Oscar starts, voice barely audible over Lando's heart, his shallow breaths. "Is letting yourself feel." Delicately, like one would touch the wings of a butterfly, Oscar ghosts Lando's fingers across his cheekbone. He's soft, as if the pink under his skin is a gently unfurling rose petal after spring rain.

Bite Down, Reverse It (1.4k words, oneshot)

“I’ve never —” He’s never heard Lando’s voice like this: tight and frantic, like he’s been caught. Shaped by my hands. “That’s fine,” Oscar breathes, leaning in closer — all he can see are Lando’s eyes in their seemingly infinite shades, all he can feel is his cock, already so hard against his thigh. “You’re gonna have to teach me.” Made exactly how I want you.

Lando Norris's (No Homo) Guide to Getting a Girlfriend (10k words, oneshot)

"Bet I could teach you." Oscar's eyes snap back to his, wider than the time Lando suggested they go skydiving in the off-season. "Teach me –" "The Lando Norris guide to getting laid." Oscar pulls a face. "That's not –" "Getting a girlfriend, then." Lando amends, holding up his largely-empty glass in cheers. "Cheers to not being a virgin, mate."

We're Not Really Strangers (4.1k words, oneshot)

"Fine," Desperate to move away from his increasingly not PR-friendly train of thought, Lando snags another card. "What's the first thing you noticed about me?" "Your eyes." Oscar freezes as soon as he's said it, mouth clamped shut and brows raised – shocked. At himself. Or: Lando and Oscar play ice breakers for a PR video, what could happen?

Impasse of Biting (12.5k words, 2/2 chapters)

"Maybe it would be good for you, something like this." Lando looks away from the espresso machine, over at Charles. "Like what?" "A vampire." "Charles," Lando breathes out, leaning against the back of his workstation and crossing his arms. "I've told you, it's not..." it's a me problem. He's the one that can't seem to connect to people, he's the one that's not noteworthy enough to want.

Too Close to Touch (2.3k words, oneshot)

"Sit up," Oscar groans, aiming for a more demanding tone than he can gather with Lando's mouth sucking lightly at his neck – not enough to bruise. Lando makes a noise in response, petulant and determined, that makes Oscar's head spin. Like he's addicted to him, unwilling to let go. Like this isn't some fucking insane bet that they made during the driver's parade. Or, Lando and Oscar make a bet: how important are hands when it comes to kissing, anyways?

It'll Pass (5.7k words, oneshot)

"Don't wanna win if you're not there." Lando says, pinkies still intertwined, looking Oscar dead in the eyes. He says it like it's common sense, like it's a normal thing to say to a teammate. Like it's not the closest Oscar will ever get to hearing I love you. "Promise." They let go.

Watch Me (5.5k words, oneshot)

It's half seven, and just like nearly every other day since he's moved in, his neighbor is in his bathroom – poorly concealed by the frosted glass window that's not nearly as frosted as it should be. He's standing on his toes, bending over his sink to get closer to the mirror, clad in next to nothing but short, black briefs. His eyes roam higher, heartrate spiking when he sees it, just like every other time he's seen it: Oscar's neighbor, a seemingly unmated omega, wears his collar. At home. Alone. When he's wearing next to nothing else.

Time After Time (3.k words, oneshot)

It's him, it's definitely... him. But it's him from years ago, narrower in the shoulders and more uncertain in his smile. He recognizes what he's wearing, remembers agonizing over it for the better part of an hour with George and Alex, both laying on his tiny dormitory bed with eager eyes. It's their first date.

Late Nights (1.3k words, oneshot)

Oscar leans forward and rummages through the bag, nabbing a pair of chopsticks and an unopened container. "Want me to stay?" Lando's heart sinks; has he been home late so often that Oscar would offer? "Babe, it's really gonna be a late one, I can't --" He talks around his mouthful of noodles. "I don'mind."

Someone in Seattle (11.6k words, oneshot)

“Could I, like… would you be my model for it? Maybe?” “That’s what the coffee was for then?” “No, that was, uh.” He can feel his face heating up, skin undeniably turning a deeper shade of red under Lando’s gaze – mirthful and a little something else. “That was different.” “Gonna say what?” “No.”

Keep Talking (2.7k words, oneshot)

Closing his eyes, pulling a deep breath in through his nose, Lando lowers himself to the floor – sitting directly next to Oscar’s spread knees. “Yeah?” Oscar asks, voice already softer – leading. He’s still sat casually against the sofa, looking down at Lando with warm, understanding eyes. Lando nods in response, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself lean against Oscar’s leg, rubbing his cheek against his sweatpants.

Nouveau Hot (3.5k words, oneshot)

Lando’s hand moves faster, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each stroke, each flick of his wrist. Easy muscle memory, it should be enough but — “Need you, need you, need you now, I- Osc, please I -oh fuck,” He’s rambling, the words spilling out faster as he desperately chases release — hips fucking up uselessly into his hand. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

Lando v Media (1.2k words, oneshot)

He’s very aware that fucking his teammate isn’t exactly the best PR move he’s ever come up with. And he didn’t need to be told that, to be clear. Though, to be even clearer, he was told that – Jon made quick work of pointing it out, as did the HR representative, as did the PR representative, as did Andrea. But again, he was already aware, so that all felt really excessive.

Bite Down (Show Me How) (1.2k words, oneshot)

“I’m a virgin, by the way.” Smooth start. Oscar, to his irritating credit, doesn’t even look at him from his spot, leaning casually against the elevator wall. “Yeah?” He turns his head, giving Lando a look that makes him realize he’s not the one in charge here. “Wanna do something ‘bout that?”

You Bring Me Closer to God (9.7k words, oneshot)

They’re still close enough to whisper, Lando’s hand holding him in place as he grins wildly. “You like it rough, Osc?” He doesn’t even care if it’s just a bit, just Lando’s stage persona washing over him like it does all his fans. Looking up at Lando, looking at the lipstick he smeared across his cupid’s bow and chin – it’s like he’s seen god. Felt it on his lips, tasted it on his tongue. Oscar grabs him by the nape of the neck without a second thought, pulling them together just as viciously as the first time. Or: In which Lando is a very slutty front-man for a small band seeking their big break, Oscar is an enamored bartender, and Jenson's bar brings them together.

Hot Pink Ring Pops (Would You Marry Me If I Was a Worm?) (4.2k words, oneshot)

“Oscar isn’t ever gonna marry me if I’m a worm, Jon!” He laments, the words uneven and jagged as he sobs (which, Jon realizes, can’t be good for whatever injuries he’s possibly sustained from the crash). Somehow more importantly, what the fuck did Lando just say?

Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? (Asking for a Friend) (12.3k words, 2/2 Chapters)

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating. It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”. And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that? 

Mortifying! Anyways, (2.3k words, oneshot)

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut– “Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin. “Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

If I'm Barbie, and You're Barbie, then Who's Driving the Bus? (814 words, oneshot)

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment. Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie. Charli XCX, no less. 

[amagnificentobsession]

You bring me closer to God 🔥❤️💋

[rooolt]

have yet to stop thinking about the plane ride to Barcelona, aka the worlds most awkward plane ride in the world. Like who do we think sat together? Did Devon talk to any of them, like is she’s friends with any of the other teens? Did Eli and demetri drag other people into their drama, was demetri very obviously trying to avoid Eli, messing up the assumed plane seating arrangements? Was Robby brooding over his missing girlfriend and her dead mom the whole time? Were Daniel and Johnny still beefing or do we think they tried to save face for the kids? Is there any chance that Miguel and Sam were able to just have a nice time hanging out with each other on the flight or did they get dragged into everyone else’s drama? I’m so obsessed with the logistics of the Barcelona trip, not to mention the flight is like 11 hours long if it’s non-stop. it sounds like the trip from hell

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

and happy pride to these assholes. it's still june so i can technially still make that joke right

[thegreenleavesofspring]

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[waywardsalt]

was going through my blog trying to track down an old post i made talking abt my feelings on jolene and it was. much longer than i remembered it being. and haha yeah i still agree with it. i need to fucking. sort out my feelings on that character and that subplot

[seiwas]

the new troye sivan album is so good for situationship iwa tho 😭

[wanderingblindly]

hope you're having a good week ! happy halloween and trick or treat 🎃🍬

trick or treaters!!! hello!!! i wish i had full sized candy bars to offer but instead I have this: half a bonus scene I wrote (and haven't edited) for you bring me closer to god, aka when rookie year is on tour :)

also might finish this one day!

Gimme Gimme More

He steps to the edge of the stage, toes nearly broaching the lip, and looks down at the crowd. Oscar could touch him, if he wanted to. Has touched him, like this. Rather, he's been touched.

"We're not a cover band," Lando smiles, toying with the microphone cord – wrapping it around his finger like a teenage girl on the phone. "But I know what you like," His voice drops a little, not quite a croon, not quite a whine, but entirely enough to make the crowd still.

Lando falls to his knees, the motion practiced. Familiar. He wants the audience to guess why, wants them to see the innocent flutter of his lashes, wants them to see the way his hips bounce on his heels one too many times to be unintentional.

The girls in front of him, the girls directly to Oscar's side, stare up at Lando like he's their god – eyes sparkling, lips parted, hanging onto his every breath.

Oscar knows what comes next, sees Alex and George flashing each other the look they always do when Lando chooses to intro the song this way.

"And I want you to like me," He nearly begs, and Oscar hears the girls gasp; one of them brushes up against his shoulder. Lando pulls the mic away from his mouth for a moment, leaning forward the mere inches it takes to be face to face with the girls, cord-entangled hand reaching forward to gently tilt one of their chins up.

Oscar can't hear him, but he knows what he whispers, lips so close to hers.

"Do you like me?"

She's frozen still, unable to even nod as Lando stares deeply into her eyes, as his question dusts across her skin like some sort of paralytic.

Oscar rolls his eyes, looking over to George – they both raise a brow. This guy, eh? George is saying, adjusting his hands minutely in preparation for where this is going.

Just as quickly as he creates the moment, he shatters it; Lando jumps to his feet, bolts towards the microphone stand, and the room fills with the sudden heart-shaking thrum from George's bass. "It's Britney, bitch!" Lando yells into the microphone, laughing as he struggles to shove it back into the stand, freed hands moving to his guitar.

[positively-peachy-143]

Got Schoolyard Jam stuck in my head again chat, brain going mushy !! /notneg

[hawnks]

finals mood: I am listening to closer by mindless self indulgence on repeat

[pepprs]

misery despair suffering etc etc

[unholyplumpprincess]

Nothing is hotter to me than ppl with dicks fucking fleshlights??? And there is not a lot of art or fics or even many videos with that sorta content?? Like dude if I had a dick I would be DEMOLISHING fleshlights esp the see through ones?? It is sO HOT!!!!

[apollos-olives]

my day is going great! so far i:

missed suhoor

am menstruating

am being forced to fast

am being forced to pray

am being forced to do physically arduous tasks (i’m disabled 👍)

am crying severely with no tears coming out bc my body can’t produce enough water bC I MISSED SUHOOR

day is going great!!

[vintage-brass-tc]

Remembering the way U looked at me (or rather, the opposite; he held his palm to his face and leaned back in his seat) when I messed up reeeal badly in jazz band. Unbeknownst to both of us, my bass trombone’s trigger was stuck so it completely muffled my sound and made my pitch something unreadable entirely 😭 but since we didn’t know that, he just thought I was unprepared

And he never gave me a ton of crap for it either, like he did with everyone else. He just expressed his disappointment and surprise through his body language. We were both surprised…. I don’t sound THAT bad like……. ever 💔

But at the end of class he walked into the room he’d sent me and some others in to work on our parts, just as I was hyping myself up and saying ��At least I got it (the part) down now!!”.

Then once we made eye contact (or lack thereof, again…. his body and head was turned towards me, but unless it was a small glance I missed, I guess he just couldn’t bear to look at me in that moment) he walked riiight beside me and my beaming smile and said “You better be ready for tomorrow… because that was rough.” I gave him a cheerful “yes sir!” as I went to walk out, then heard him drag his previous statement on, saying “reeeal rough. A disaster.”

like you don’t have to rub it in … but I didn’t really mind. It’s just U being U.

But the next few days, I had great rehearsals playing-wise, since the rehearsal time he gave me allowed me to really focus on making me sound better. He recognized it as well, seeing me play more confident, and only said things to keep my drive up. Thanks U!

and I gave him chocolate, asking him to pass it out to everyone else in the staff…. and he ever-so gently muttered in the softest voice possible, “okay, thank you so much.”

ARRGBDBDGDJS

[lisbonsteresa]

m'kay