F1/F2/F3 One Shots

Win - OP81

You looked over to Oscar and began to lose yourself in him. His always messy yet always perfect brown hair, his dark eyes, his radiant smile. You didn't even notice how long you'd been staring at him until Lando broke the silence.

"Absolutely not." he said. You rolled your eyes at your twin brother. He was overprotective with a capital O as you uses to say as a kid.

"Lando, I'm 22. You don't get to boss me about like you did when we were kids." you told him. "If you're gonna make bad choices, I do." he said.

You walked over to Oscar, ignoring Lando.

"Hi." you said. "Hey." Oscar said. "Lando doesn't know, does he?" he added. You shook your head.

"He is completely oblivious. I want to tell him soon though." you said. "That's ok. In your own time." Oscar told you. You smiled at him and so desperately wanted to hug him but something was stopping you from telling Lando.

"Be safe. Good luck. Love you." you told Oscar, whispering the last part. "Love you too." Oscar whispered back before you headed over to Lando.

"Shut up, Lando." you said. "Didn't even say anything." he mumbled. "No but you were going to and you were going to be a prick." you told him. Lando nodded, accepting that you were right.

"Good luck. Be safe. I'm going to find Heidi and Kelly." you told Lando as he got into the car. He held his hand out, you gave him a high five then double tapped him on the helmet. It was a little ritual you'd had since karting days and it wasn't going to stop now.

The race soon began and within the first few laps, it was Max, Lando and Oscar dominating the pack. Someone at McLaren had found the bit the makes the car go quick after Austria and it was putting them up with the Red Bulls.

After some swapping around and pitstops, Lando was battling Sergio for 3rd whilst Oscar and Max were 20 seconds ahead, battling for 1st.

Your eyes were fixated on the screen.

20 laps to go. Oscar was chasing Max with a 2 second gap between them.

18 laps to go. The gap was down to 1.34 seconds. Everybody's eyes fixated on the rookie who was challenging the unbeatable 2 time world champion.

12 laps to go. The sound of roaring grandstands enveloped you as you mumbled encouragement for Oscar. He was getting ever closer.

11 laps to go. The gap kept flicking below and over 1 second. Everybody around was spurring the rookie on.

9 laps to go. The pair spent the whole lap, swapping back and forth. The lead was never in one person's hand.

6 laps to go. Max was back ahead but Oscar was still close. He wasn't going to give up, now.

2 laps to go. Everybody still held out hope. It looked impossible as the gap marginally grew.

Last lap.

"Oscar Piastri! The Australian rookie wins the Dutch Grand Prix!" the commentator called out. The crowds were filled with shock and joy. They'd been wanting a change and here he was. You were so immensely proud.

You bolted to the podium to congratulate him.

The cars pulled in and Oscar jumped out. He celebrated with the team before noticing you as he took his helmet off.

He came over and wrapped his arms around you as he did the same. He had the widest smile on his face and tears were beginning to come to his eyes.

"Oh, Oscar. I love you so much. You did it!" you whispered. "I love you too." he said, planting a kiss on your lips. You didn't care who saw as you kissed him back. Your boyfriend was a Formula 1 race winner. Lando could go f*ck himself, he couldn't say that he was.