#Oscar piastri story
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httpiastri · 1 year ago
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2:35 am – op81
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oscar comes home after a gp to find you already asleep in your bed. 
genre: fluff
pairing: gender neutral!reader x oscar piastri
warnings: none
author's note: thanks for the love on the last story, hope u enjoy this one too. <3
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oscar’s last flight back home from the latest grand prix had been delayed for a few hours. he was supposed to land at 10pm, but it wasn’t until 2am that he had finally found himself a cab to take him from the airport.
to say that he was completely exhausted would be an understatement. he had barely been getting any sleep in his first two flights, and in the last one, there had been a screaming baby in right behind him.
plus, as always, it had been a very tiresome weekend, and he just really couldn’t wait to crawl down in bed next to you.
you had done your best to stay up and wait for him, you really had. you had drunk some tea while watching the news, you had taken a cold shower, and you had even gone out for a quick walk just to get some fresh air into your system.
yet, you thought you’d allow yourself to just rest your eyes in your and oscar’s shared bed, just for a moment. and of course, the low light of the lamp on your bedside table had lulled you into a sweet sleep.
oscar wasn’t surprised that you were asleep, despite the fact that you had promised to stay up; you hadn’t answered any of his texts ever since he landed, so he just figured. but when he saw your sleeping figure under the sheets, cuddled into your pillows, he couldn’t control the warm feeling spreading through his chest.
his lips turned into a smile as he quietly put down his bag on the floor and made his way over to the bed. either it was his scent, or maybe it was just his general presence that you picked up on even when you were asleep, but something made you slowly open your eyes as he stepped closer. they were still drowsy, but they caught his gaze quickly.
“hey, love,” he said, sitting down next to you on the bed.
your eyes fell shut again, half because of the sleepiness and half because of the fondness you felt at the pet name. “i’m sorry for not staying up,” you mumbled, nuzzling your head further into your pillows. “i tried my best.”
one of his hands caressed your cheek and you looked up at him. “don’t worry. we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
you nodded slowly, a tiny smile tugging on your lips. his thumb brushed over your cheek and you instantly felt so warm and fuzzy.
he was home again.
he was never gone for too many weeks in a row, and yet you still always missed him so badly.
but, there was an upside to it too; no matter how many times he had gone away by now, you always felt the same joy when you saw him again. you always got giddy and excited like a teenage girl talking to her crush, and you loved it.
you loved him.
he let go of your cheek to remove the hoodie he was wearing and he lifted the sheets before sliding in right next to you. you instinctively leaned into him, shutting your eyes once again.
“brush your teeth,” you told him.
your words were slurring slightly, so oscar could tell that you weren’t completely awake. he chuckled and pulled an arm around your waist. “i already brushed my teeth on the plane.”
“hmm. good boy.”
his heart swelled at your words. he took a deep breath and opted for a kiss to your forehead.
“sleep well, darling.” oscar leaned back to turn of the bedside lamp, before settling in place with you again, this time even closer than before.
oscar has spent so many night like this and therefore he's sure of all of your tells when it comes to sleeping. your breath was deep and steady, and your entire body seemed completely relaxed – two sure signs that you had fallen asleep already.
therefore, he was surprised when one of your hands reached up to the back of his head. his eyes watched your otherwise still figure as your fingers dragged through his hair. you seemed to be doing it almost subconsciously, and he smiled at the thought of you wanting to feel him under your fingers even when you’re asleep.
he had really missed being this close to you. and if it wasn’t for his career, he would never want to leave again.
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merchelsea · 1 year ago
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can we go back? - oscar piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!bestfriend!reader
summary: you and oscar decided to take a step forward on your friendship to become more and maybe that wasn't the right thing to do.
author’s note: i love oscar i had to write him
warnings: friends to lovers but also idiots who fell in love and can’t deal with it
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THURSDAY as you stood before the grand mirror in your room, you hurried to complete your makeup before oscar arrived. preparing for your first date was no easy task, especially when you were going out with your childhood best friend.
during all the years you spent together, that was the first time he actually seemed interested in being more than friends. it turns out he'd been harboring a crush on you since high school, though he had hidden it well.
you were filled with excitement, but a tiny part of you was also gripped by fear, worrying that things might go wrong.
you couldn’t give that thought space to grow into you, but it was there, in the back of your mind.
sooner than expected, there was a knock on your bedroom door, and when you opened it, you were greeted by a bouquet of white roses, your first ever. "oh my god, oscar, these are so beautiful. thank you," you smiled, genuinely touched. oscar was dressed in a white long-sleeved button-up shirt and beige shorts, looking as handsome as ever.
"you're welcome. I know these are your favorites, so I thought..." he began to explain, somewhat nervously. "well, I'm glad you like them," he finished, handing you your purse as you both prepared to head downstairs.
after finding a vase and placing the roses in water, you bid farewell to your mom and left the house. oscar had chosen to take you to lunch, a familiar choice to make the date feel less strange. there was no room for strangeness, not after taking this step forward.
upon arriving at the restaurant, the waitress promptly approached your table, leaving little room for conversation. you both ordered drinks first and decided to select your meals later.
you tried to get into every topic you could think of, both of you making an effort to keep a conversation, but it was just weird. it didn’t feel right. oscar looked like a whole different person.
you tried to engage in various topics, each of you making an effort to keep the conversation going, but something felt off. oscar seemed different, like a changed person. he was nervous, his usual habits absent. this wasn't the oscar you knew.
you wondered what might be going on in his mind but couldn't come up with a reasonable answer. finally, the waitress returned to take your food orders, but your meal was consumed in an uncomfortable silence.
it was frustrating to be sitting across from your best friend, sharing a meal in such awkward silence. "this is so strange," oscar commented once the waitress collected your empty plates. you nodded and managed a smile. "I'll pay, just to make up for putting you through this." he offered, reaching for his black leather wallet.
"no, you won´t." you protested, taking out your wallet as well, but he managed to snatch it away from you. "yes, I will!" he grinned.
after paying, he walked you home. in front of your door you invited him to come in, and he declined but stopped you from getting in as well.
after paying, oscar walked you home. at your doorstep, you invited him inside, but he declined, though he stopped you from entering as well. "hey, I'm sorry for this. maybe asking you out on a date wasn't a good idea..." he began, and your heart raced, fearing the break. "maybe I messed everything up," he continued, running his fingers through his hair. his words came out in a rapid stream, and you had to piece together the meaning. "not that I don't like you; I love you, but... this date didn't go as I expected."
love. he loves you. that was all your heart could hear and before you knew it you were smiling like an idiot.
“I don’t know what got into you but you were not my oscar in there.” you point your finger in the streets direction.
"I was trying to impress you, I don't even know. lando gave me some tips, and I just followed them. I guess it didn't work." the british might be skilled with women, but you didn't love oscar for his ability to please the opposite sex. you loved him for his care, his lousy jokes that always made you laugh, his habit of crossing his legs, and how he always maintained eye contact.
“oscar, I fell in love with my best friend, not with lando’s tips.” you took his hand into yours and with the other one, removed his sunglasses. “if you wanted to impress me you could’ve just been yourself.”
he squeezed your hand and remained silent while looking into your eyes. the sentence "i fell in love" playing in loop inside of his head.
"fell in love?" with his free hand he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"fell in love, osc." you placed your hand on top of his and caressed it with your thumb.
oscar smiled as much as he could before leaning in. he looked deeply into your eyes, just as your mother appeared, wondering why the door had been left open for so long.
"oh, I'm sorry. I just- you two continue whatever you were doing." she rushed in with a grin planted on her lips, as she had been fantasizing about the two of you getting married since he took you to prom.
"oh my god." oscar laughs. "she's going to call my mum." you chuckled. "she absolutely is."
you both stood in an akward silence for a while, uncertain whether to pick up where you left off or not.
"i should probably go." oscar said, not wanting to but feeling the need to.
"yeah, you probably should." agreeing was the last thing you wanted to do, but what more could you do? "when will you leave for the US?" you asked, trying to make sence of the timeline.
"this sunday. my flight is at 4 p.m." you nodded, and he indicated his intention to leave. your mind wanted to stop him, but your body felt paralyzed.
"well, goodbye, osc."
"goodbye, y/n."
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SUNDAY you rushed into your car, determined to get there as quickly as possible. making a last-minute decision was already risky, but this one was even riskier. if you missed this opportunity due to overthinking, you'd never forgive yourself.
oscar would be leaving in thirty minutes, and with the distance between your house and the airport, you were unlikely to make it on time.
but what would this world be without a little faith? you had to believe.
that "believing" might result in a few traffic violations for running red lights and overtaking where you sh(c)ouldn't, but you were undeterred. when you finally reached the airport, you rushed inside, scanning for a papaya-colored shirt, not even certain if he was wearing one.
your watch displayed 4:46 p.m., and you quickly realized you wouldn't find your long time bestfriend anywhere. you reluctantly accepted defeat and returned to your car; you were too late.
closing the door of your bmw, you heard a brake noise coming from your left and shoot your head in that direction. your eyes fell over a papaya colored shirt and its owner. oscar was right there.
you immediately hopped out of the car and hurried toward him. he was beginning to sprint, trying to catch that plane, so you yelled his name before it was too late again.
the McLaren driver turned to face you, initially looking puzzled but breaking into a smile once he realized it was you. "what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, walking toward you. you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.
"I need to talk to you," you whispered, and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. realizing he had indeed missed his flight, you both decided to head to a coffee shop a short distance from the airport. oscar ordered a much-needed coffee, and you asked for a bottle of water.
"you don't want anything to eat?" he asked again.
"if I eat now, I might throw up," you replied, your nerves being a wrcking mess on your system. the thought of almost kissing him and then not speaking to him left you in turmoil. you couldn't help but imagine what life would be like without him, and it was a depressing thought.
"you can't get into that plane without having a proper conversation about what happened." you demanded, panic evident in your voice. "what would you do if you hadn't lost it? never talk to me again?"
you knew he could never do such thing, but the mere thought of that made you sick to your stomach. he remained silent, not wanting to overstep.
"why the hell did you leave, that day?" you asked, bewildered.
"why the hell did you let me leave?" he retorted.
"i couldn't stop you."
"you know you could. one word and i would have came back. you know that."
"it didn't seem like you wanted to stay." you replied, a hint of frustration in your voice.
emotions were running high, and no matter how heated the words felt, you were getting closer and closer, with onlookers easily sensing that this was not a "I'm going to slap you" kind of proximity.
"I damn sure wanted to," he admitted, his eyes shifting between your eyes and your mouth. your eyes betrayed you when they did the same.
as the emotional tension grew between you and the papaya driver, the coffee shop around you seemed to fade into the background. the undeniable chemistry and connection you shared couldn't be ignored any longer.
without another word, you closed the distance between you, capturing oscar's lips with yours. the kiss was filled with all the unspoken words, the longing, and the pent-up emotions from the past. it was a moment of pure clarity, a confirmation of the love that had been silently brewing for years.
when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and wide-eyed, caught up in the electrifying moment. it was a defining point in your relationship, marking the transition from best friends to something deeper and more profound.
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piastorys · 7 months ago
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He Says I'm So American
OP81 Series
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Part 1 - Interlagos, Brazil
Part 2 - Homebound
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r4zberrygirl · 2 months ago
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everyone is missing the most important part about this picture
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its not the landoscar its not the oscar p1 it is in fact nicole piastri screaming bc of landos champagne spray. my queen
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jo-com · 5 months ago
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⊹.˚🪞˚୨୧⋆。➛ Like why are you so obsessed with me?
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Ex reader x Oscar Piastri
Summary: Even after breaking up, Charles acts as if you guys are still together
Genre: SMAU, Cheating!
Fc: Liza Soberano
Note: Grammatical errors and stuff
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist
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Notyn_
📍Barcelona, Spain
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Notyn_ The view is so etheral🌤️🌊
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Charles_Leclerc Just like you!
Carmenmmundt So prettyy😫
Notyn_ i try my best for you😘
Username1 i wanna be u so bad!!
Username2 i love her vibe sm🫶🏻
Username3 Not charles commenting🤣
Username4 aren’t they dating?
Username3 nah they broke up
Username4 ohh😮
Lilymhe MY LOVE😍😍
Alex_albon uhm what??
Notyn_ she’s mine now😈😈
Alex_albon okay weirdo🙄🙄
Charles_Leclerc watch your mouth mate.
Username5 the way she ignored his comment😭🤚🏻
Oscarpiastri 🩷🩷🩷
Notyn_ 🩷🩷🩷
Username6 ohh??👀👀
Username7 NOO THEY WOULDN’T
Charles_leclerc hmm😐
Username8 ohh jealous charles i see😮
Username9 only here to see the Charles and Alex fight🥤🍿
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Notyn_ i would like to thank vogue for having me!! 🥰🥰
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Iamrebbecad Vouge is so lucky to have you!
Notyn_ aww shucks🤭
Vougemagazine that’s true tho!
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Username10 gorgeous as always👏🏻👏🏻
Oscarpiastri it’s okay ig
Notyn_ you know u love me🙉
Oscarpiastri hmm touché
Username11 R THEY CASUALLY FLIRTING??
Username12 i am afraid @Charles_Leclerc lost to @Oscarpiastri
Username13 i believe so too
Charles_Leclerc stunning!!
Francisca.cgomes hmm sure she is
Username14 THAT’S OUR GIRL
Username15 GO GET HIM
Bernardokath So prettyyyy! Miss you sm
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Notyn_ “I can’t relate to desperation” -Sabrina Carpenter🫶🏻
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Username16 is she implying something here🤔
Username17 it’s giving tho
Carmenmmundt i know someone who does-
Notyn_ 🤭🤭🤭
Username18 OMFG IS IT CHARLES??
Notyn_ who knows🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️
Username18 yup definitely charles
Username19 i js love her sm🥰🥰
Username20 on my knees for this girl
Charles_Leclerc I could buy u lots of that!
Notyn_ fuck off🤣
Carmenmmundt 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Francisca.cgomes 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Lilymhe 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Iamrebbecad 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Username21 THE WHOLE GANG IS SO PROUD OF HER
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Oscarpiastri Soft launching is outdated anyws😉
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Notyn_ EXCUSE ME?? U said soft launching was cute🤨🤨
Oscarpiastri nu uh i said YOU were cute not the soft launch
Notyn_ well okay cutie🥰
Username22 not yn being submissive to him
McLaren welcome to the family @Notyn_
McLaren orange suits u way better than red anyways
Username23 ADMIN WHAT
Username24 admin team oscyn all the way
Username25 YN IS SO BEAUTIFUL😍😍
Charles_Leclerc tf…
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saamaton · 3 months ago
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oscar's mum telling a story about how oscar had his clothes all over his hotel room even when he was staying as a guest of the crown prince during this year's bahrain gp? yeah that tracks
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goldenvboots · 21 days ago
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therapist: smooth forbes oscar piastri isn't real he can't hurt you
smooth forbes oscar piastri:
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press-f1-to-grieve · 3 months ago
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from the official f1 insta story
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fanfic-que-deu-errado · 30 days ago
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FINALLY IT'S RACE WEEK AGAIN!
And it marks one year since we've got this GOLDEN content from our mctwinks and, especially, oscar heart eyes piastri really showing up.
cota, i love u.
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rana030 · 5 months ago
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me when i look for fluff/angst fics and all i get is smut
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logansargeantsbabymom · 5 months ago
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I Don't Feel Good (SMAU)
pretty self explanatory (sorry for not posting.)
A/N: I promise the next actual fic (not SMAU) I post will be Too Good To Say Goodbye pt8. I want to make it perfect and in doing so, I feel like I'm neglecting you guys (I know y'all have other authors but I feel bad). I'm posting SMAU's mostly because it's easier to get done than a whole fic and I get to include all drivers that I'm writing for.
Follow my instagram account (THATS STRICTLY FOR THIS BLOG) for updates on when i post and fun stuff like that!
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Lewis Hamilton:
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Logan Sargeant:
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Carlos Sainz:
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Lance Stroll:
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Oscar Piastri:
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Max Verstappen:
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aaliyahhves · 4 months ago
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Don't let this Ferrari disasterclass distract you from the fact that Mclaren sacrificed oscar's race to help norris , only for him to be passed by Mercedes and a redbull with much much slower pace .
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merchelsea · 1 month ago
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‘tell me more about that, — f1 drivers
includes: max verstappen, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell
summary: you ask them to tell you more about a particular subject.
masterlist | requests (closed)
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© merchelsea
if you'd like to be tagged in any of my future works, let me know ;)
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blueskingdom · 4 months ago
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god i love them
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mcmuppet · 1 year ago
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lando stop being obsessed with your teammate challenge (impossible)
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amoosarte · 10 months ago
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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍
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SUMMARY ! in which Max never cared about what happened to him on the track but when he sees them crash, his heart broke, he had ruined their dream.
FACECLAIM ! gender neutral, WARNINGS ! mention of suicidal thoughts, blood and traumatic things ahead !
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Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. The antidepressants that sat on his dresser just kept him in check, long enough for him to put a barrier.
He thought of other things, he will not deny, he's thought of ending it short but when his little sister did it before him, it made him snap.
He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave. Max was almost a regular there because of his sister, she wasn't suicidal, he thought. She was just weak, not the healthiest. but it wasn't her fault.
His life was perfect, he will admit, his life was filled with things many people could wish for, but he himself was traumatized on the way as well.
Max was special, his sister described him. He was a gentle soul that had just been misunderstood most of his life, he's never been allowed to expression emotion off the track. She regretted making him scared, he didn't deserve that but she was just tired of it.
She was glad after that day, he started to take of himself, she didn't like it was because of her but it was something.
After the incident, Max expressed more towards his sister, called her before every race, just for her to pray for him, begging god to take care of him on the track.
Max gripped the steering wheel on his car, his eyes burning holes into the lights as they flashed. red, red, red, green. Then he took off from his first place spot.
Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. But he did care for the other, he would try to drive ahead sometimes, try to get away from the crowd, not to cause accidents, but it was also apart of the job.
Las Vegas was difficult, a very risky race track. Max however was prepared for it, he always was. However when he was sparks fly during the 40th lap, his heart dropped.
You had hit a manhole, making him step on breaks not wanting crash into you but he did, causing you to hit another manhole, resulting in your car being flipped, then harshly shoved into the barricade, only to spin off the track.
Christian was on the other side of comms, telling Max that there was a red flag in the air. Max's blood ran cold, you got hurt and it was all his fault, he immediately put his car in the pit lane.
Max could only see what was happened in the television inside the garage, his engineers stood in shook, scared and speechless. Max was scared, he genuinely looked pale.
"It seems as Red Bull Driver Y/N has been in a fatal car crash near turn 14th, my god.." Max eyes widen, your car was beaten, turned over and they couldn't see you.
Three harsh turns, the dark navy blue car was roughly scrapped on, the front wing was pulled off, now the only thing protecting you was the halo. But you didn't move.
Max could see every driver watch in horror as they try to pull you out of the car, they could see blood spill out of your track suit. They pulled your numb body out as they held the wound, calling emergency over.
Your helmet was pulled off, only to see strokes of blood reek down. Your eyes were open but you couldn't feel anything, your were simply motionless.
Max could see Christian rush off to help assist, and take you to the hospital, then they moved on like it was nothing, they were back to racing in a matter of seconds.
He placed 3rd that race.
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And I won't, see you again...
He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave him. The first he saw was you plugged up to the life support machine, you having needles poking in your veins, then your dead eyes.
Max felt compelled to apologize, he wanted to apologize.
He could see your eyes follow him as he sat near you, placing a vase of flowers near a filled table of them already. He bit his lip and held back tears as you still smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, I really am." Max words broke you, as you saw the boy cry for the first time. Your okay arm held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's not your fault Max, it's just my bad luck."
You could see it in his eyes he still felt guilty,and it broke your heart. "Max, I don't want you to blame yourself, it was an accident." You squeezed his hand tightly once again, making him nod. After a few more minutes of you comforting him, he asked again.
"Will you come back, will you be okay?" You didn't have the slightest clue if you were, but the boy in front of you was dying to know, he was stressed and sorry, so the best thing to do was to lie.
"You know I always bounce back, don't worry dude." You jokes a bit making him feel reassured. You hated lying, but you knew damn well this was over for you.
You knew it was over the moment Christian came into your hospital room, giving you a sad look on his face, his face said it all, and you let your wall crumbles down, and let the water drip down.
It had been a week since your crash in Las vegas, now it was now the day before the second to last race of the season, and your announcement was released.
"Hello everyone, today I will be announcing what will be of me for the rest of the season. First things first, I will not be joining F1 again. Take this as my announcement of retiring."
"Some other things, This accident was no ones fault but mines, I will not blame my teammate and my friend for this accident. It was simply and accident."
"I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me these past 2 seasons, you were all wonderful and I'm glad I could experience it with you all. To my team who opened their arms towards me and welcomed me in, you were all wonderful to be around, these seasons of working together, I’m grateful to you all, to my teammate, it was a pleasure working with you, I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I were given another chance.”
“To my fans, thank you for supporting me through this journey. To be loved by many people is a blessing and you were all there to see me at my weakest and my strongest, I pray you all understand why I’m doing this.”
“I leave wishing all love and accomplishments and acceptance, I’m just another driver that will pass by, thank you for giving me a chance to live my dream, even if it was just for a while.”
With that the video cuts and there was no more of you.
To say the least, everyone was shocked, I mean they could sense that something was going to happen to you, but you retiring was something that no one could see coming.
Many drivers had called you, messaged you, expressing their feeling about this, and how they were going to miss you.
Max on the other hand didn't take the news okay, he was back into a rather depressing state, it little space he could never get out of, no matter how many antidepressants he took.
He wouldn't lie, he felt like the bad guy in this story, he had taken your dreams away. Yet again here you were not blaming him, he felt like it was his fault but it wasn't.
He had called you the day of the race, needing to tell you he was sorry one last time. Only to hear you forgive him and not to blame himself because in the end it was accident.
It only took a while but he could hear you cry on the other line, sobbing lightly, still reassuring him. You wouldn't lie anymore, you were hurt.
Racing had been your dream since you were little but now you were forced into retirement because your brain didn't work normally anymore, Because the lack of skill.
If you were a bit better you'd miss that manhole, and you would be finishing your second season. To finish your dream, but everything that's good comes with a price.
Max could only stand still on the podium, where he stood at P1. He raised his trophy, hoping you knew this was for you. Everything he would be doing was for you, because he wanted you to live your dreams through him.
You're not a person, You're my friend..
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