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[iiwxliaii]

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》》 all things music, film, and f1 》》

also a writer!! open to beta reading and talking about words and stories 📖

[iiwxliaii]

pt. 2

Carlos couldn’t bare the sight before him. His rival, the man who caused him so much trouble and pain, shaking and lost in his own head. A face he saw so often deadpan and cold was splotched red and sticky from dried tears. 

“Ugh- I’m.. I’m sorry. You should go.” Oscar didn’t know why said that. Of all the words he could push out between stifled sobs, he asked to be left alone. He couldn’t bear solitude, even if it was filled with the voice he hates listening to in interviews and the face he hates to see plastered on posters. 

“Don’t tell me where to go. I won’t leave you like this.” His voice was stern but the echoes of it against the bathroom walls whispered a quiet concern which rung in the shell os Oscar’s ears.

Carlos’ hands still gently held Oscar’s fingers. His thumb ran over the knuckles on his pinky. The live wire running through Oscar’s nerves seemed to simmer down to a buzz under his skin. He didn’t know how long the two had sat there, but it was long enough for his breathing to slow and for his eyes to open and lock with the patient gaze of the man next to him. It looked as if Carlos hadn’t blinked the whole time, watching him with wide eyes and eyebrows furrowed. When Carlos realised Oscar had returned to his senses, his head tilted to the side as if asking “okay?”. 

Oscar simply nodded. His chest still ached and his heart sat at the bottom of his gut. The sound of dress shoes on tile echoed once again as Carlos stood up first. He gently tugged at Oscar’s fingers, offering to help him up. Oscar exhaled as he lifted himself off the floor, back sore from sitting curled up for so long. He let himself be led out the bathroom by Carlos back to the ballroom. “Weird” he thought as he realised Carlos hadn’t let go of his hand, not once.

The ballroom lights had dimmed and the atmosphere had died down from raucous celebration to buzzing chatter over light music. As they approached an empty table, applause erupted around the dance floor nearby. The two watched through the crowd as the newlyweds in a fresh suit and dress stepped onto the dance floor, arms hooked around each other.

“The bride and groom will now have their first dance. May the love between them be eternal.”

Soft guitar twinkled through the air. And, Oscar’s heart drops. He knows this song, he knows it too well. 

—

“Osc baby? Have you ever imagined us getting married?” Logan would ask while twirling Oscar’s hair between his fingers as they sit on the couch. The movie they put on is playing at the lowest volume and has been long forgotten as they enjoyed each other’s presence. 

“I always imagined us married, maybe I never imagined the wedding.” Oscar buried his head deeper into Logan’s chest.

“Oh I’ve thought about the wedding. Down to our first dance song.” Oscar could hear the smile in Logan’s voice without looking up at all. He still moves though, shifting his head to look up at the silly grin plastered across Logan’s face. He waited patiently for Logan to continue, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he watches the man he loves. Logan excitedly reaches for his phone and flips on a song. ‘If you love her’ by Forest Blakk plays softly from the phone speaker.

Logan jumps off the couch, letting Oscar crash back into the cushions mourning the warmth. He extends his hand, offering it to Oscar.

“Will you dance with me, Mr Sargeant?”

“As if we’d take your name.” Oscar takes his hand to pull himself up, stumbling slightly into Logan’s chest as he regains his balance. “Sargeant-Piastri has a ring to it don’t you think?”

He feels hands snake around his waist and pull himself closer. They sway completely off beat and they try to correct it every time, resulting in feet stepping onto each other. Logan presses a soft kiss to Oscar’s lips. 

“You can call us anything you want,baby.”

Oscar sighs and leans his head into the crook of Logan’s neck. He could spend forever like this. 

—

Logan’s hands were resting on the brides hips and her eyes were locked on his. Oscar had barely survived the walk down the aisle, and now this?

“this is.. this was our..” he began mumbling under his breath as the spotlights spinning around rhe room staryed to glare too bright, too sharp.Suddenly, he felt a strong squeeze of his hand. he felt the slide of sweat between the cracks of his palm and felt horrible. the rough hand stayed, though, making sure oscar knew he was there. Oscar could keep it together for now, for logan. he couldnt make a scene. He promised hed stay for the after party.

In the final chorus of the song, the whole room was sighing as their hearts were filled with the love overflowinh on the dancefloor. As logan dips his wife down, he looks into the crowd. Unfortunately, his eyes find glossy brown ones watching, devastated. 

it all seemed to slow, each guitar string deforming into waveforms and the song falling to silence. Logan didnt just see his best friend, he saw what he let go. and for a moment, just a moment, he wished he was holding someone else to this song.

the world caught up to speed, the guitar strings began to thrum again, and he was looking back into the eyes of the woman he loved, who he chose to love. he smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. her soft laughter was a pleasant tickle in his ears, but there was a shade of brown that lived behind his eyelids he couldnt get rid of.

applause erupted and the crowd dispersed. Oscar stumbled to his table followed by Carlos closely behind. To anyone, Oscar was walking 

normally back, forgive a bit tipsy, but completely fine. But to Carlos, he saw a shaken residue in his demeanor, a bit less control over his hands and feet. a slip through the cracks of perfection. Oscar threw back a glass of champagne and let a guttural groan escape his throat. Slumped back in his chair, he waited for 5 seconds before pouring another glass

This would become a pattern for the rest of the night, with the alcohol getting stronger as the night goes by. By 11.47pm, he didnt trust his balance enough to remain standing. To Oscars greatest surprise, he wasnt left alone for one second of the night.

[iiwxliaii]

i actually have a drafted post of images of f1 drivers that have changed my life but i never posted it bc i couldnt find one for each driver AND that while looking at each one i struggle to describe how they make me feel so its just fangirlslop all over these poor guys. should i post it?

[catefumi19]

I'm sorry for laughing, but apparently someone stole Franco's suitcase in Italy and he's MAD 😭😭😭

Trans: Who would've said that Europeans would steal everything from a Latino. Please, they didn't even leave the mate kit🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 I'm sure they're not gonna like mate 🙏🏻

[browinning7]

🎥: Scuderia Ferrari

[sainz100]

carlos in today's new kraken ad ☕️💥

[iiwxliaii]

idk why i was disappointed while watching the driver numbers grill the grid video when carlos couldnt name oscar for 81.. i dont know what i expected.. is the rpf really just.. f..?

[selfixxx]

love them

[iiwxliaii]

MMMMM TWINK BIRTH FRANCO WELCOME 🤤🤤🤤

[iiwxliaii]

why has all post-hungary26 carcarmedia been sub!carlos… im not complaining.. just an observation…

[ccareoff]

HOW MANY LAPS DID OSCAR DO?

[august89]

carcar au where:

[iiwxliaii]

oscar is an ebay seller and wants to clear his closet out, gets a customer, doesnt realise its his extremely annoying(ly attractive) coworker.

[cspiastri]

Guys i think im becoming a george russell fan and I don't know how to feel

[iiwxliaii]

this is just a result of a “second driver” supporter discovering the plight if another second driver

[cspiastri]

Guys i think im becoming a george russell fan and I don't know how to feel

[wisteriagoesvroom]

being a carcarthusiast is so wild because wdym we went basically half a year without any crumbs whatsoever, and then in the last two weeks we had

weird airport camera angle where if you squint, or in another universe, it could be an almost-kiss

pleasant interactions on the hungary fanstage

literal generational crashout from oscar on and off track about carlos being in his way, partially costing him his p1 that he hasn't had for at least 11 months

and carlos being utterly unapologetic about it

[pitchcom]

carcar - my way

(i cant fix the thumbnail please ignore it 💔)

[iiwxliaii]

pt.1

oscar goes to logans wedding and its a beautiful chapel and an american dream. he watches the vows and the i do’s and the dip he holds his wife in for the first kiss as a newlywed. oscar claps, holds a tight smile, waves at logan as he walks down the aisle. he thought he could do this. logan was just his best friend again. whatever had happened between them was a teenage dream— a mistake. whatever had happened made him lose it, though, was logan’s eyes. the same eyes he’d find in a crowded press room. the same eyes he’d watch fhe fireworks after a race reflected in. the same eyes he’d watch close as they fell asleep in each others arms in the quiet of a driver room. he watched as those eyes suddenly became someone else’s to have and keep. he’d regretted not looking a little longer. he couldnt bare look any longer.

at the after party, logan would make a speech thanking everyone in the room. he mentions oscar, thanks him for being his best friend and teaching him how to show love right. to that, oscar would raise his glass and smile at the laughing crowd. the crowd doesnt notice oscar slipping away from the ballroom to the bathroom. he grasps the sink and exhales to unwind the tightness in his chest. he looks up at the mirror to find an image he was disgusted with. “why cant i just be happy for him?” and “why couldnt it have been me?” drew each others blood in the forefront of his mind. there was a redness in his cheeks and in the vessels in his eyes he couldnt tell which was from regret or the champagne.

oscar flinched at the sound of the door being swung open. he instinctively forces himself away from the sink and backs toward a wall. of all the people he thought he’d had to face today, the universe had faced him with the worst option. carlos

“piastri?” the name echoed in the acoustics of the restroom. the spanish accent felt too heavy on his ears and tongue.

oscar sniffled and dabbed at his face with the cuff of his sleeves. under any other circumstance, he would have acknowledged the man with a simple nod and a tight lipped smile. but now, the air felt too heavy and the floor was creeping onto his shoes.

“hi..” his voice quivered even at the lowest of volumes. oscar wanted to slap himself for the weakness leaking out the cracks. he didnt feel it, didnt notice, that his knees were buckling and his back was sliding down the wallpapered wall. his suit was creased behind him as his hands lifted to mask his face.

“piastri? hey. oscar? shit” the sound of dress shoes against cold tile clicked sharply as Carlos rushed to his side. “oscar. hey. breathe.”

large tan hands would gently pry off oscar’s from his face and hold them as if they were the most fragile thing in the world.