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A/N: The votes on this feel like a beautiful lie, hahaha. I’m suspicious about this one. 🤔 Mhm…
Either way, I have a backup in case I confirm it. 😂 (I hate myself for not finishing one before I started another one, but the Cadillac era is hitting strong and hard.)
Thanks for reading!
Masterlist
Actually Y/N never replaced anyone, it began like a little seed plant in a dry and hot land. In more than one literal way, due to Roy's invitation, the brother of Vince who is her best friend, they went to the world cup of Qatar.
Roy is a sports reporter, back then in charge of covering the world cup in 2022; Vince just finished his colleague due to deciding to take a sabbatical previous year and Y/N already working in the newspaper.
The thrill of the fans of each country was easily contagious, no matter if each national team was projected to advance more than one round, everyone felt happy to be there and witness such a moment.
That contagious mood plants the seed. She didn’t have any player in mind or nothing, just the idea of a soccer player and a girl living their love in the middle of that fuss.
By the time the world cup ends she has a white document in her computer, an idea and if she’s lucky, the inspiration to continue the story.
It took 3 years to finally have her story and the trust that it wasn’t that terrible. Y/N sent it to multiple editorials, some rejected her, another ones doesn’t even answer but one; actually, didn’t give her the confidence of a massive success but Fray, the editor, sees a glimpse of a big talent without polish.
With full trust and the support of Y/N’s mother as Roy and Vince, she quit her job in the newspaper not without thanking them properly and saying goodbye to her readers; and began a one year travel to release her first book.
When Y/N finally had her in hands, she couldn't avoid tears rolling down her face, no matter the result, she just made a dream come true.
It took 5 months until Fray called her at 5 am announcing that she doesn’t know how but that morning her book appears in 50 most read books, from that point on it was an uphill climb.
Things change Roy took an upper position, Y/N moved from Vince’s department to hers and she definitely begins in the pursuit of her new inspiration.
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That morning Fray asked Y/N to come to the editorial, she needed to talk a few things about an interview for a magazine and details to discuss.
“Morning Whitney." Y/N greet Fray's assistant, as always every space in her desk is clean and perfectly organized as Fray’s desk.
“Y/N, morning.” She smiles, seeing her as the first time she saw, two years ago.
Newspaper in her hand, with the puzzle sections in the middle of finishing it, coffee in her hand as a scrunchie hanging from her bag, in case she feels tense and needs her hair to be tied.
“You can enter." Fray said. "As soon as you arrive make sure to enter.” Whitney added, giggling when Y/N slid a tiny bag with cookies, home made cookies. “Thanks.”
Y/N nods proudly, that's one of the many things Y/N learned from her mother. If you’re too cloudy, bake!
“Fray!” Y/N enters taking another sip of her coffee; immediately with the feeling that she needs to spit it but contains covering her mouth and her nose, avoiding the black liquid coming out.
Y/N is dreaming, yeah, that’s the reason, she’s dreaming, one of those dreams that made a strange and funny mix of present and past.
Y/N closed the door, standing next to Whintey. “Pinch me.”
Whitney opened her eyes. “What?”
“Pinch me so I can wake up.”
Fray giggles awkwardly, opens the door and comes out finding a clearly panicked Y/N.
“Are you ok?”
Y/N whimpered when Whitney pinched her, Fray shook her head. “Ok, I’m lost, what are you doing?!”
“It’s not a dream.” Y/N put the coffee in Whitney's desk feeling now the burning sensation in her mouth and nose. “Why? WHY?!”
Fray is getting scared seeing Y/N walking side to side of the reception with her hands in her head like a cat in a cage.
“Is that Oscar…” Y/N’s voice trembles.
“Yeah, Oscar Piastri.”
Y/N definitely could faint at any minute.
“He said, tried to contact you but it’s been impossible. He called the editorial 4 days ago asking for a personal meeting but he wanted to be a surprise. I don’t see the trouble, he claims to be a fan since you wrote in the newspaper.”
Y/N feel it, running to throw up in the bathroom, with one wish, the grounds open and shallow her.
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“I’m sorry Oscar.” Fray enters one more time after a couple of minutes. “Y/N was a little unwell this morning, she apologized and assured me she will let me know when we can reschedule the appointment.”
Oscar pouts, feeling his heart sink. He only has her in front for 3 seconds and that was more than enough for his smile to shine.
“Can I help?” The woman smiles but shakes her head.
“Stomach issues.”
Fray will omit the freak out scene and Whintey calling to her emergency contact, Vince.
“Oh, well, can I give you my number in case Y/N want to contact me?”
Fray nods, curious as to how an F1 driver is so interested in her little star. “Thank you, we contact you when Y/N feels better.”
Oscar nods, walking outside of the office, crashing with a man in the lobby of the building, he’s in a rush for the way he apologizes and incessantly pushes the elevator bottoms.
Oscar didn’t get what he was looking for but at least he approached, now he has to deal with a furious Sophie that hasn’t stopped calling.
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“Traffic sucks, where is…” Whitney points to the meeting room, giving Vince a pill and cup of water. “That bad?”
Whitney clicks her tongue, just in the moment Fray comes out.
“Vince, thank God you’re here!” Fray sees the man with the pill and cup. “Please tell me what happens as soon as you find out.”
“Sure.” Vince says slowly open the door finding Y/N perfectly glued to a chair as with eyes closed and 0 energy in her body.
“Hey…” Vince said, but Y/N didn’t even see him. “Are you ok?”
“I just vomit my breakfast.” Y/N extends her hand or takes the pill for dizziness and nauseousness. “And live my worst nightmare, so yeah, I’m ok.”
Vince chuckles, feeling her forehead, she hasn't fever. “A little bit more detail…”
“I saw Oscar Paiastri sitting in Fray’s office 10 minutes ago.”
Vince takes a big step back. “YOU WHAT?”
Vince knew from the very first moment all her writing was based on one boy; a boy she saw winning a F2 championship and then becoming a F1 driver, a successful one. He knows that, but if you look from a far way point of view, it could be another random white, gold hair boy with moles. Y/N never writes what he does, what his name is, where she sees him or nothing like that.
Not sober.
After telling him the embarrassing moments, they wondered how that could happen, both pairs of eyes were illuminated by memories.
“OH MY GOD!” Y/N toss her hair.
The weird letters and mails, that claim being from Oscar Piastri, the suspicious invitations it could actually be from him. Y/N reject every single one of them thinking that one of the people did hear them that drunk night at Roy’s birthday.
Friends were invited to Roy’s apartment, alcohol made the job getting all drunk enough for secrets were spill and in moment of pure sincerely Y/N said out loud her writing were inspire in the boy, quote, <The love of my life that never will I know I fucking exist, the driver Oscar Piastri.>
People laugh as they shake heads but never in a hundred of years they expect that words reached him, how could?
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Roy finds the two people he considers like his siblings anxiously tapping, in his office.
“Kidos, what are you doing here?”
Roy and Vince love Y/N as their sister, being only daughter, and knowing since kids made their bond that stronger.
“Do you have friends that are or were related to F1?” Vince asked, making his brother tilt his head.
“Am…I used to, yeah.” Roy sees Y/N pale. “Are you sick?”
“Abou to…” Y/N shakes her head focus again. “That person was in your birthday 3 years ago?”
“Yeah, I was actually flirting with her, spoiler, nothing came out from that.” Roy laughs, seeing two people slide in the chairs as they close their eyes. “What’s going on?”
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“Debut and goodbye.” Y/N complains, as lay in Roy’s office couch.
“Yeah, ok… Thanks.” Roy said before finishing the call. “Well, yeah.”
Y/N whine hiding her face in her bag, Vince pats her back.
“She said when saw your name in the book, and read the synopsis well, things fit perfectly, shared the good news and well, the rest is pretty obvious.” Roy scrunched his face, seeing Y/N growling in her bag. This is definitely a plot twist no one wants.
“What am I going to do?!” Y/N takes out her face from her bag. “I was totally cool thinking that my identity was perfectly hidden and now! He probably knew it from years ago!” Her eyes rounded. “If he wants to sue me? I can’t go back with a lawsuit and tell Fray I need a lawyer.”
Roy couldn’t avoid giggling cutely. The first time he read the small stories he actually believe you can smell the honey coming through her letters, as the time passed he noticed the most important thing; her words doesn’t came from a famous star idol love, no, her words came from the admiration she had for that guy and the passion he transmit to her in every race, so when Y/N announced she was quitting to her love stories, he was actually surprise, and almost fell backwards when she told him the book she has been writing isn’t involving Oscar at all.
Actually no one, instead she created her own perfect boy.
Maybe that’s the answer.
“What if you follow your own words?” Vince ponders walking around Roy’s office.
“Which words? The tragic ones or the ones that bring hell in real life?” Roy laughs, as he keeps working on his computer.
“NO.” Vince chuckles. “For everyone, including him, he is just a past lover.”
Y/N scoff, yeah, her cheeks red every time his face appears in the T.V is a clear sign of a past lover. “I’m not following you.”
“Yeah, no one has to know that famous soccer player doesn't even exist.” Vince sits on the chair with arms crossed. “So, to everyone's knowledge, he’s a story from a newspaper.”
Roy raises his eyebrows. “It’s actually smart.”
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, confused.
“Yeah, you wrote it, that book set a new episode in your life.” Roy perks over the computer.
“I mean it, because I left the newspaper and released my book, not because I have a new love.” Y/N sit on the couch.
“And how could someone outside of these 3 human beings know it?” Vince grabs a small ball Roy has in his desk. “I’m not counting your mom, your mom is the hardest rock on the planet.”
Y/N giggles, actually pondering the idea.
“Let’s search and find someone who can actually cover your physical description." Roy cracked his finger. “Just for a proper backup story.”
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Sophie rushed into the motorhome from the Austria GP. She received an email this morning about rescheduling a meeting with Y/N.
He’s nuts, he's totally nuts. Why? Why?
“PIASTRI!” Sophie raised her voice when found him, chilling while eating breakfast.
All around the table, knows a strom is coming, so they apologized, take their food and walk to the other table.
“I’m having breakfast Sophie plus, I still have 30 minutes free.” Oscar cut another portion of meat.
Sophie takes a deep breath, pushing the phone to him. In the phone it’s the mail of the request of the reschedule in case Oscar is willing to do it.
“OH! I was about to write an email to ask.” Oscar smiles bright while Sophie has burning fire in her eyes. “Sorry, but you said I already know who she is…so that gives a couple of ideas.”
“I SAID IT BEACUSE YOU FORGET ABOUT THIS.” Sophie tries to contain it. “Not for you to go and plan a meeting with the girl.”
“Second meeting, the first one was kind of treacherous.” Oscar took another bite.”I’ll replay them after the ace, thanks Sophie.”
She takes a deep breath. “Oscar, Oscar, do you even hear yourself? You! You plan a meeting with a girl who used to write about you and she doesn’t know or didn’t know you knew it?”
Oscar nods, mouthful. “Probably she freaks out, please take my advice, send a merch thing a congratulation and keep going like nothing happened.”
“No.” Oscar takes a sip from his water. “I just want to try.”
“Try what? Scared her to the death?” Sophie closed her eyes. “Wait, you said a couple of ideas?”
Oscar smiles, Sophie knows that smile, a smile that loses all hopes.
“Why, why? What makes this so deserving of a fuss?” Sophie steals the cookie from his tray making him chuckle. “She’s a random girl who wrote about you, yeah, pretty cool. Why?”
“She never knew me in person.” Sophie nods. “Although she makes me feel we know for a very long time; it’s crazy I know that, but damn it Sophie, her words touch deep my heart.”
Sophie lay back her head with eyes closed. “Do you even think about it? She probably never, until you appear; expected you to read those words plus that you know those words were about you?”
“Many times.” Oscar takes a deep breath. “I know I probably scared her and that’s why she vanished after seeing me but I couldn’t find another way to do it. I’m a hopeless man Sophie.”
Sophie shakes her head seeing those puppy eyes and the pout on his lips.
“Promise me something.” Sophie looks around, just a couple of people there. “I know you’re a gentleman, I’m aware of that, please Oscar, if she doesn’t feel comfortable or ready to face you or meet you, please don’t make things hard.”
Oscar twigs his mouth. “Promise me that.”
“Ok, ok, ok.” Oscar nods. “Even breaks my heart.”
Sophie scoffs as hides her face in the table, it’s hard to hear so melancholy Oscar.
“Webber knows about this?” She asks, still her face on the table.
“Well…”
Great! This is getting more riskful.
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“I’m going to throw up.” Y/N sits in Vince’s living room.
Vince chuckles, as put her plate with her breakfast and goes to open the door, where Roy waits with donuts.
Today, finally, the torturing awaited meeting from two weeks ago will take place. When Fray announced Y/N, Oscar agreed to reschedule the meeting as soon as he finished his double race week; she wanted to run away but Vince and Roy encourage to finish with this sooner than later.
“Relax Y/N, we prepared a good back story, didn’t we?” Roy leaned kissing her forehead. “Just stick to the manuscript and all will flow with calm.”
Y/N mimicked all his words making him laugh. “The boy just won a double race week! Calm isn’t a word that has appeared in my head since two weeks ago.”
Vince pulled her to have breakfast. “At least eat something, if you’re going to throw up, it will be more than bile.”
Y/N laughs, closing her eyes. “Can I say one more thing before eating?”
Roy nods, serving her a cup of tea, caffeine is the last thing they want to give her. “We’re all ears.”
“In case you need to pick up a possible convict, make sure to burn, burn in blue fire the notebooks from my house.”
“I thought it was only one.” Roy eats a piece of cantaloupe.
Vince shakes his head, raising his hand with four finger raise, Roy keeps his mouth shut just nodding, making sure in his phone he saved properly the contact of the lawyer his boss recommended to him, just in case the worst scenario occurs.
