roaming-souls

[roaming-souls]

the way i just never finished this LOL

carcar etsun ish fic wip

“Mr. Piastri, are you listening?”

The train running in Oscar’s mind comes to a halt. Yep is on the tip of his tongue, but he’s not sure how well lying to a doctor–who’s about to stick a needle in his brain–would end up for him. It technically isn’t a lie, he was hea–

“Mr. Piastri.”

He shoots Dr. Rosberg a sheepish smile, “Yep. Present.”

Dr. Rosberg eyes him before continuing, “As I was saying. I’d like to remind you that this wipe is irreversible, and LOTUS is not responsible nor able to help in case of future regrets. Once you’re completely sure, please sign here.”

Oscar nods, signs the papers, and takes the plastic bag they hand him.

Once he’s out of the building, he thinks to himself, Well, third times the charm.

[roaming-souls]

i dont know if this is. a shared experience. but i feel like writing for f1 genuinely makes one appreciate the sport more like.. im writing my first fully fleshed out f1 fic (thats “in universe”) and ??? IM SO MOVED ???

[roaming-souls]

carcar etsun ish fic wip

“Mr. Piastri, are you listening?”

The train running in Oscar’s mind comes to a halt. Yep is on the tip of his tongue, but he’s not sure how well lying to a doctor–who’s about to stick a needle in his brain–would end up for him. It technically isn’t a lie, he was hea–

“Mr. Piastri.”

He shoots Dr. Rosberg a sheepish smile, “Yep. Present.”

Dr. Rosberg eyes him before continuing, “As I was saying. I’d like to remind you that this wipe is irreversible, and LOTUS is not responsible nor able to help in case of future regrets. Once you’re completely sure, please sign here.”

Oscar nods, signs the papers, and takes the plastic bag they hand him.

Once he’s out of the building, he thinks to himself, Well, third times the charm.