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okay next, i js wanna laugh. okay so, were at a charity event or something, and im volunteering, helping hand out juice boxes, signing people in, keeping children from using cones as swords, that typa stuff. until FRANCO COLAPINATA shows up, he's js being annoying really, until shes had enough and YEET the juice box at his head, and then he's all nonchalant and shit like "UH HUH I DESERVED THATTT AHAHA" .... and then you can tell the juice box turned him on bc you can like tell he wants her, and thennn WEEKS pass, and he DM's her. "saw apple juice today. thought of you. still flinch when i see boxes. wanna hang out?” MUWUAHAHSNA
❦ - manzanas contigo.
warnings:: none, maybe cussing..?
writers notes:: pls send more franco/f1 reqs bc i loved writing this sm and hes so fun to write for!
tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @cherryloveshs
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you don’t even want to be here.
the email had said volunteers needed, and your overly kind soul had said sure, why not, and now you’re seven hours deep into wrangling children hopped up on fruit snacks and sun. the charity event is cute in theory, music, booths, a little track set up for games, and a bounce house, but in practice? it’s a battlefield.
you’re stationed at the welcome tent, handing out wristbands and juice boxes and fake smiles.
your feet hurt. your shirt is sticking to your back. a toddler is crying because he dropped his balloon into a bush. and some guy just tried to cut the line because he ‘swears his cousin is already inside.’
you’re not proud of how close you came to smacking him with the clipboard.
but then, because life has a sense of humor, he appears.
franco colapinto.
and you know it’s him, because who else shows up to a local charity event in an alpine cap, looking like he walked out of a sports magazine and directly into your personal hell?
you glance up at the exact moment he’s brushing a curl out of his eyes, all casual and oops i’m hot and didn’t mean to beenergy.
he scans the crowd, sunglasses pushed up on his head, mouth curled like he already knows he’s being stared at. and of course he is. a group of teenage volunteers behind you are whispering, one of them literally smacks the other on the arm and goes that’s him. that’s that guy. the car one.
sigh.
maybe if you stay perfectly still, he won’t notice you.
but of course, you are not blessed with that kind of luck.
his eyes land on you. direct. intentional.
and he starts walking over.
great.
you busy yourself with the juice boxes, shuffling them around pointlessly as if they need organizing, as if you’re not seconds away from face to face contact with a walking headache.
‘so,’ he says, leaning against the table like this is his full time job. ‘what does a guy gotta do to get one of those?’
you glance up. ‘a wristband?’
‘nah. a juice box.’
you stare.
he smiles.
you hold one up. ‘take it and leave.’
‘whoa. feisty. is this how you treat all guests, or am i special?’
you blink. ‘i’ve been here since 6am. i have zero patience and less charm left.’
‘good thing i’ve got enough charm for both of us.’
you raise a brow. ‘that supposed to work on me?’
he shrugs, peeling the wrapper off a straw. ‘worth a shot.’
he doesn’t leave.
he just stands there, sipping slowly, watching you like he’s never seen anyone pass out juice before. his gaze trails across your face, not in a creepy way, just annoyingly observant. like he’s trying to figure out what kind of person signs up for this kind of chaos and doesn’t run away screaming.
you try to ignore him. you really do.
but then he starts helping. like… physically taking wristbands from your hand to hand them to kids, leaning way too close to read names off the sign in list, nodding solemnly at the parents like he belongs here.
and the worst part? people believe it.
‘you two are adorable,’ one lady says as she signs in her daughter.
you nearly choke. ‘we’re not—‘
‘thank you,’ franco cuts in, smiling like he just won an oscar. ‘we try.’
you give him a look. he winks. kill me, you think.
it gets worse when a small child asks for apple juice and franco picks one up, does a dramatic gasp, and goes, ‘apple! the superior juice. i like your taste, kid.’
you break.
you don’t mean to. you truly don’t. but something inside you snaps, and the next thing you know, you’re yeeting a juice box straight at him.
it arcs through the air with surprising grace, smacks him right in the shoulder, and bounces off harmlessly onto the grass.
a moment of silence.
he blinks.
then he laughs. hard.
‘okay,’ he says, holding his hands up in surrender. ‘i deserved that. i fully, absolutely, one hundred percent deserved that.’
you cross your arms. ‘you think?’
he’s still grinning as he bends to pick it up. ‘apple again. symbolic.’
‘you’re ridiculous.’
‘you like me though.’
you scoff. ‘i like peace and quiet.’
‘you’re blushing.’
‘i’m hot. it’s eighty degrees.’
‘you threw a juice box at me.’
‘you were annoying.’
he tilts his head. ‘admit it. it was kinda satisfying.’
you bite back a smile. ‘maybe a little.’
he grins, stepping back finally. ‘i’ll leave you to your cone wrangling duties. but don’t be surprised if you see me again.’
‘god help me,’ you mutter.
he strolls away, sipping the slightly dented juice like it’s champagne.
and yeah. maybe your heart is doing something dumb.
maybe you do glance up once or twice, wondering if he’s still watching you.
maybe he is.
you don’t expect to see him again.
honestly, you’d hoped the juice box incident would be enough to scare him off. but two saturdays later, at a completely different event, you’re there, collecting raffle tickets and babysitting the world’s most chaotic face paint station, and there he is.
franco colapinto.
wearing a hoodie this time. hood up. trying and failing to blend in, as if his stupidly nice smile and the way he walks like the world was made for him don’t give him away instantly.
you see him from across the lot.
he doesn’t even try to be subtle. just lifts his hand in a little wave and starts walking straight toward you like this is a planned reunion and not a complete surprise.
you look around. as if there’s someone else he could be greeting. spoiler: there isn’t.
‘you again,’ you say when he reaches you.
‘me again,’ he grins, pulling down his hood like he’s revealing a secret identity.
you sigh. ‘are you following me?’
‘you wish.’
‘so this is a coincidence?’
he shrugs. ‘or fate.’
you deadpan. ‘you’re insufferable.’
‘you say that every time.’
‘i mean it every time.’
he gestures around, like he’s settling in. ‘need help again? or do i have to earn my juice box rights this time?’
you narrow your eyes. ‘don’t you have a job?’
‘i do. it’s off-season. i’m thriving.’
‘this is how you spend your free time? crashing fundraisers?’
‘not crashing,’ he says, very seriously. ‘contributing. i donated five bucks to the bouncy castle. i’m basically a hero.’
you don’t laugh. you don’t.
okay, maybe a little.
he’s already rolling up his sleeves and jumping into whatever task you’re doing, like last time, and suddenly you’re stuck with him for three hours again.
he helps a little girl glue pom poms onto a paper crown.
he nearly gets paint on his nose and doesn’t notice.
he lets a five year old draw a blue lightning bolt across his cheek and calls it his new racing stripe.
and every now and then, he looks over at you like you’re the funniest thing in the world, even when you’re just frowning at a clipboard or trying to untangle a balloon string from a folding chair.
you pretend not to care.
you pretend really hard.
the third time is the worst.
mostly because… you kind of expect him now.
you’ve made the mistake of mentioning your volunteer schedule to a friend on your story. and it’s fine. really. except now, when you show up to the saturday pet adoption drive with a clipboard and a tight ponytail, you scan the crowd. like an idiot.
he’s not there.
you tell yourself you’re relieved. that you don’t need another afternoon of his smug little comments and stupidly good hair.
but you still keep checking.
twenty minutes pass.
an hour.
two.
he doesn’t come.
you keep busy. hand out flyers. try not to cry when a little dog named charlie gets adopted. organize leashes by size.
and you don’t look at the time more than seven times. promise.
at some point, you’re wiping your hands with a napkin behind the tent when your phone buzzes.
it’s a dm.
from franco.
you blink.
sorry i couldn’t be there today. doing actual job things. tragic.
you stare at it.
then another:
but saw apple juice earlier. still flinched.
and another:
still want to hang out sometime. even if you hit me with stuff. maybe especially because you hit me with stuff.
you can’t help it. your lips twitch.
you don’t reply right away.
you finish your shift. take the long way home. drink half a juice box you saved from the cooler, even though it’s lukewarm now.
and when you’re lying on your bed, staring at the message, you finally type:
you’re impossible.
three dots.
impossible but charming?
you:
debatable.
him:
you didn’t say no though.
you stare at your screen for a second too long.
then:
one coffee. you pay. no weird pickup lines.
his response is immediate.
deal. i’ll try to behave. no promises.
you tell yourself it’s just a coffee.
one coffee. thirty minutes, max. maybe forty five if he says something dumb and you need time to drag him for it.
it’s not a big deal.
except it is. because you spend too long picking an outfit. change your shirt twice. then change it again. then panic change it back to the first one and tell yourself to get a grip.
you meet at some small place he picked, half hipster café, half bookstore. it smells like cinnamon and old paperbacks. you hate how nice it is.
franco’s already there.
and of course he looks… stupidly good. hoodie, again. curls poking out. one hand lazily spinning his coffee cup. and that grin, that stupid boyish grin, when he spots you.
‘you came,’ he says, standing.
‘don’t sound so surprised.’
he does a little half bow. ‘welcome to the least boring hour of your life.’
you roll your eyes and sit across from him. ‘don’t flatter yourself.’
‘not flattering. manifesting.’
you try to look annoyed, but the truth is, you’re already smiling. just a little. traitorous.
you talk.
not about anything huge at first. just… dumb things. favorite drinks. worst airport experiences. why he thinks pineapple on pizza should be illegal (you argue passionately against this).
he tells you about crashing a go kart once when he was twelve because he was ‘trying to wave like a champion’ and forgot to steer.
you tell him about the time you accidentally walked into the wrong class and sat through fifteen minutes of astrophysics before realising.
he laughs with his whole chest.
and it’s easy. too easy. every time your fingers brush reaching for the sugar, it feels like something electric. every time he leans in a little, like he’s really listening, your heart stutters.
you should not be this into him. and yet.
you’re both halfway through your drinks when he goes quiet for a second, then says, ‘i almost didn’t message you.’
you blink. ‘why not?’
he shrugs, looks down, spins the empty cup between his hands. ‘i dunno. didn’t want to be annoying.’
‘you already are.’
he grins, but it’s softer now. ‘yeah, but like… in a cute way.’
you shake your head, but your cheeks are warm. ‘you’re such a menace.’
‘you threw juice at me.’
‘because you were asking for it.’
he leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes on yours. ‘maybe i was.’
your breath catches. just a little. just enough.
you clear your throat. ‘you’re not smooth, you know.’
‘i don’t need to be. i just need to make you smile.’
you hate him.
you really, really don’t.
you leave the café two hours later.
two.
neither of you wants to say goodbye yet, so you walk. just… around. your shoulder brushes his once. then again. then a third time, and this time, it stays there. just for a second longer than it should.
he doesn’t let go first.
eventually, you end up back where you started.
he looks at you like he wants to say something. then looks away. then back.
‘can i see you again?’ he asks, soft.
you nod. and for once, don’t try to be clever.
‘yeah. i’d like that.’
the second date happens faster than either of you expect.
you’d planned to wait. play it cool. but then franco sends you a picture of a strawberry smoothie and says ‘looked gross. thought of u,’ and you end up laughing so hard in the middle of your kitchen that you just… cave.
you text him: you free tonight?
he replies in literal seconds: always. pick the time. i’ll teleport.
you meet again at the same café. but this time, he’s not already sitting.
he’s waiting outside. leaning on the wall. hoodie again, he really only owns five of them, he tells you later, and his curls are just barely damp from the light rain that’s started falling.
he sees you and that grin hits his face like clockwork. like he’d been saving it just for you.
‘you came,’ he says.
‘you say that every time.’
‘yeah, but like… every time you do, it messes me up a little.’
you pretend you don’t hear that part.
it’s darker inside. quieter. the same table’s free, but this time, you sit next to each other.
close.
too close.
he smells good. not in an obvious, cologne drenched way. it’s something warmer. shampoo and sugar and the kind of scent that lingers even after he leaves.
your knees touch under the table.
neither of you moves.
you talk again.
about bigger things this time. pressure. travel. burnout. he admits he sometimes feels like everything’s moving too fast, and he’s scared he won’t be able to hold on.
you nod. you tell him about how you fake confidence half the time. how sometimes you feel invisible until someone needs something.
he listens. really listens.
then says, ‘you’re not invisible.’
you blink. ‘okay?’
‘just saying. i notice you. always have.’
you laugh a little. ‘that’s creepy.’
‘yeah,’ he says, smiling into his drink. ‘but like… romantic creepy.’
you don’t mean to stay late. but time’s slippery around him.
by the time you realize it’s almost midnight, you’re both sitting outside the café, sharing a leftover pastry and watching the rain slide down the windows.
you don’t want to go.
he doesn’t want to say goodbye.
so he walks you home.
he stops outside your door.
you both kind of hover there. like two idiots waiting for someone to do something. say something.
‘this was nice,’ you say quietly.
‘yeah,’ he says, and then, softer, ‘i wanna kiss you.’
your breath catches.
he doesn’t move closer. doesn’t touch you. he just stands there, all warm eyes and soft voice.
you whisper, ‘then why don’t you?’
he grins. all teeth and nerves and too much hope.
‘cause the minute i kiss you, i’m not gonna stop thinking about it. and i want you to wanna kiss me back. like really want to.’
you stare at him.
he shrugs. ‘just being honest.’
you nod. heart in your throat.
then say, ‘next time.’
he smirks, already backing away.
‘i’ll hold you to that.’
you tell yourself you’re not waiting.
not waiting for a text. not waiting for a call. not waiting for the memory of him saying i wanna kiss you to stop looping in your head like some kind of cursed romantic ringtone.
but when his name flashes on your screen two days later, your whole face warms.
what if we didn’t do coffee this time?
you stare.
what do you wanna do then?
he replies instantly.
drive. music. idfk. i’ll bring snacks. you bring the vibe.
you: so i’m the vibe?
him: always.
he picks you up at 7:03.
he’s in a black hoodie this time, and his car smells like mint gum and the ghost of bad fast food. there’s a half eaten bag of crisps on the passenger seat, which he tosses in the back when you open the door.
‘you’re late,’ you say.
‘you’re early. time’s fake. get in.’
he drives like he thinks he’s in a movie.
one hand on the wheel. other messing with the aux. windows down. hair wind-blown and wild. he sings under his breath to every second song. raps to the third one badly. you don’t stop laughing the entire first hour.
you don’t know where he’s going, but you don’t care.
being next to him feels like its own kind of destination.
eventually, he parks by the water.
some random lookout. the city’s lights glitter below, far enough to feel small. the kind of view that feels too beautiful to deserve.
you sit on the hood of his car. shoulder to shoulder. knee to knee. the air’s cold, but not too cold. and everything’s soft. quiet.
for a second, neither of you says anything.
and then, gently, he says, ‘i think about kissing you a lot.’
you blink.
he keeps staring ahead, like he didn’t just drop a bomb. ‘not in a creepy way.’
you laugh. ‘do you always think you’re being creepy?’
‘only when i like someone too much.’
the words settle in your chest like warmth. like lightning.
‘franco,’ you say.
he turns.
‘kiss me.’
his eyes go wide. like for a second, he’s not sure if he heard you right.
then, slowly, he leans in.
he kisses you like he’s afraid to mess it up. like he’s been waiting exactly this long, and not a second less. soft, steady, sure.
and when he pulls back, he just rests his forehead against yours.
neither of you speaks for a minute.
you break the silence. ‘not bad.’
he huffs a laugh. ‘that’s it? not bad?’
‘seven out of ten. you’ll need practice.’
‘cool. guess i better keep showing up.’
you’re not sure when it shifted.
when the maybe turned into definitely. when the texting turned into facetime turned into mornings with your feet tangled under his on the couch. when the almost turned into always.
but now, here you are, franco at your door with a half-melted milkshake and a stupid grin, like he’s been thinking about this all day.
‘you’re late,’ you tease, taking the drink.
‘you’re still hot,’ he says, walking in like he lives here.
(he kind of does.)
you’ve been soft ever since the drive.
he kisses you now like he needs to. like he missed you, even if it’s only been a few hours. like kissing you is just a normal part of his day, something between brushing his teeth and ruining your kitchen by cooking you breakfast at 2 a.m.
sometimes, you wake up to his hand resting on your waist, his face buried in your shoulder. like his body forgets how to be without you.
you don’t say it. not yet. but you feel it.
you think he does too.
it’s been weeks.
weeks since franco colapinto got beaned in the forehead with apple juice and decided that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
weeks since he dm’d you with that dumb message: saw apple juice today. thought of you. still flinch when i see boxes. wanna hang out?
weeks since you said yes.
and now here you are, propped up on his couch, socks mismatched, face lit by the glow of a documentary you’re not watching, because franco’s lying with his head in your lap and he keeps dragging his fingers along your leg like he can’t believe you’re real.
‘what,’ you murmur.
‘nothing,’ he says. then, quietly: ‘just thinking about the juicebox.’
you snort. ‘again?’
he nods, sleepy and fond. ‘you threw that thing with intention. it was beautiful.’
‘you’re so weird.’
‘you’re the one who assaulted me with a children’s drink.’
‘you flirted with me for two hours while i was working.’
‘you looked hot with a clipboard. sue me.’
you roll your eyes. he reaches up, brushes your hair behind your ear.
‘you know i really did think about you every time i saw juice after that?’
‘you said that already.’
‘i mean it. i’d be in a store and be like… damn. i miss her aim.’
you swat him. he laughs. kisses your wrist.
later, when you’re brushing your teeth in his oversized hoodie, he pulls you into his arms and rests his chin on your head.
‘should we save the juicebox?’ he asks, voice muffled in your hair.
‘what, like… frame it?’
‘yeah. put it above the bed. shrine to our origin story.’
‘you’re so dumb.’
‘dumb for you.’
you groan. he grins.
he still gets teased by his friends about the Incident.
he still buys apple juice ‘for the bit’ and lines the fridge with it like a threat.
but when he kisses you goodbye before his next race, all soft and slow like he’s imprinting it in his memory, he says:
‘thanks for hitting me.’
and you say, ‘thanks for being annoying enough to deserve it.’
and maybe, maybe, that’s just your love language now.
hmmm so i lowk want sleepy franco, bc i had a dream abt him last night no joke. let's see. okay. we're on a plane, his like travel director guy? idk what he's called, but he books the wrong ticket so franco has to sit in economy class (horror) and he's all grumpy and tired and his curls are peeking thru his hoodie (HEHE) idk if you wanna make us a fan of him or not, i truly don't care ill read it anyway, and then drumroll please, TURBULENCE, and we hold hands and end up talking and then fall in love mwah
❦ - ‘la concha de mi madre’.
warnings:: cussing.
writers notes:: IM SORRY IF YOU SPEAK SPANISH AND UNDERSTAND THE TITLE 🥀. if you get the reference then you get it but if u don’t then it’s bc he said it on team radio 😔.
tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @cherryloveshs ; lmk if u wanna be added
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you’re already exhausted when you get to the gate. the kind of tired that settles behind your eyes and makes everything feel just a little bit blurry. it’s a late flight, barely-full, and you’re silently thanking the universe for that as you scan your boarding pass.
economy. window seat. quiet.
until he walks in.
it’s subtle at first. just a little wave of tension that passes through the gate area like a ripple, the way it always does when someone vaguely famous walks into a space not meant for them. people don’t scream or swarm, but you hear the hushed whispers, the occasional, poorly-hidden phone snap. and then you see him.
franco.
hood up. head down. dragging a carry-on with one hand and a coffee in the other like it might be the only thing keeping him awake.
he looks like he was just pulled out of sleep and shoved into an airport. grey hoodie. black joggers. a duffel slung lazily over one shoulder. and his curls, god, his curls, are peeking out from under the fabric like they’re trying to escape. messy and soft and unfairly pretty.
you try not to stare.
he looks grumpy. not mean, not rude, just tired in the way only someone who was promised comfort but got chaos instead can be. he stops by the flight attendant, glances down at his phone, then mutters something in spanish you don’t catch but feel in your soul. it’s giving: ‘how did i end up here?’
you turn back to your book, pretending you’re not watching him weave down the aisle, scanning seat numbers, getting closer and closer until
he stops. right beside you.
your row.
he double checks his pass. stares at the seat. stares at you. then groans, barely audible, and sinks down into the seat next to yours like it personally offended him.
‘la concha de mi madre… wasn’t supposed to be here,’ he mumbles, more to himself than you.
you don’t say anything at first. you just glance sideways, taking in the way his knees hit the seat in front of him. he’s clearly too tall for this. he exhales sharply through his nose and tilts his head back, letting it thud softly against the wall.
‘rough night?’ you ask gently.
he peeks one eye open.
‘travel guy booked the wrong class. s’posed to be business.’ he sounds like he’s explaining a grave injustice. and honestly, to him, maybe it is.
you bite back a laugh. ‘and now you’re slumming it with the rest of us.’
he looks at you properly now. eyes sharp despite how sleepy he is. ‘you make it sound like i’m gonna die in here.’
‘you might,’ you tease. ‘depends how dramatic you get.’
he cracks a smile, small, sleepy, but real, and pulls his hoodie tighter around him. then it’s quiet again. the kind of quiet that fills a plane before takeoff: muted announcements, seatbelt clicks, the soft shuffle of passengers settling in.
you go back to your book. or try to. it’s hard to focus when an f1 driver is breathing softly beside you, head tilted toward the window, lashes brushing his cheekbones, hands folded loosely over his stomach.
he looks peaceful like that. tired, yes, but soft in a way you didn’t expect. like he’s finally stopped fighting the chaos and just let himself be still.
you’re almost asleep yourself when it happens.
the plane jerks. a sudden lurch. not violent, but sharp enough to pull you from the edge of sleep and snap your heart into alert.
your hand flinches toward the armrest, gripping it tight.
and then another bump, this one stronger. someone across the aisle lets out a small yelp.
your stomach twists.
and then
warm fingers slip over yours.
it’s so casual, so easy, like he’s done this before. his hand is big, firm, grounding. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even open his eyes, but the pressure of his palm against yours is enough to slow your breath just a little.
‘just turbulence,’ he murmurs, voice low, raspy with sleep. ‘happens all the time.’
you don’t know why you believe him. maybe because he sounds so calm. maybe because your hand fits stupidly well in his. or maybe because, deep down, part of you likes that this stranger, this famous, hoodie-wearing, grumpy stranger, is the one keeping you steady.
when the turbulence fades, you think he’ll pull away.
he doesn’t.
you glance over. his eyes are open now, just barely, looking at your joined hands with an unreadable expression.
‘you don’t have to keep holding it,’ you say quietly.
he shrugs, thumb brushing against your skin. ‘you looked scared.’
you don’t answer. just look away, heart thudding a little too loud in your chest.
after a beat, he shifts in his seat, turning slightly toward you.
‘i’m franco, by the way.’
you blink. not because you didn’t know. but because it feels strange, intimate, for him to offer it like that.
‘y/n,’ you say back, voice softer than before.
he nods once. ‘pretty name.’
you smile, small and a little shy. and for the first time, you notice how close you are. how your knees almost touch. how your fingers are still tangled like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
somewhere over the clouds, in a cramped economy seat beside a boy who was never supposed to be here, something starts.
it’s quiet. unexpected. but it’s there.
and neither of you let go.
you land just after sunrise.
the light filters through the little oval window in soft streaks of gold and peach, brushing over franco’s curls as he stretches beside you with a sleepy groan. his hoodie’s slipped a little down his shoulder, revealing a white t-shirt and a glimpse of collarbone, and you don’t mean to stare, but also, maybe you do.
‘how’d you sleep?’ he asks, voice gravelly and barely awake.
you smile. ‘not much.’
‘same.’
you both sit there for a second, still tangled in the strange bubble that formed somewhere midair. he shifts, glancing down at your hands, still close, not quite touching anymore, but close enough to feel the leftover warmth. his fingers twitch like maybe he wants to reach back.
you beat him to it, brushing your pinky against his.
he looks over, and he’s smiling.
‘you hungry?’ he asks, suddenly casual. like you didn’t just hold hands for three hours in silence. like you didn’t fall asleep with your shoulder brushing his in the middle of the sky.
you blink. ‘what?’
he rubs the back of his neck, curls wild now, sticking out in soft little tufts. ‘there’s this café i always go to when i fly through here. their croissants are insane. i can… show you?’
your heart does something stupid.
‘yeah,’ you say, voice softer than you mean it to be. ‘sure. croissants sound good.’
you gather your things. he waits for you. and as you walk off the plane, into the cool, early morning quiet of the airport, something about it feels like a movie. the way your suitcases roll in sync. the way his hoodie sleeve brushes your arm every few steps. the way people glance over, eyes widening slightly, not because of you, but because of him.
he doesn’t seem to notice. or care. he’s too busy walking beside you like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
‘so,’ you say, just to fill the silence, ‘did your travel guy get fired yet?’
he snorts. ‘he’s on very thin ice.’
you laugh, and he grins, bright and sleepy and a little crooked.
the café is tucked in a quiet corner of the terminal. tiny tables. warm lights. the smell of espresso thick in the air.
he orders two croissants and two coffees like he’s done it a hundred times before.
‘you bring all your turbulence buddies here?’ you tease as you settle into a table by the window.
he smirks. ‘nah. just the brave ones who hold my hand mid-air.’
you roll your eyes, but your cheeks are warm.
the coffee is good. the croissant is better. and the company, well, that’s the best part.
you talk. about little things. stupid things. favorite movies. airport horror stories. he tells you about the time his luggage got sent to a completely different continent. you tell him about the time you missed a flight because you fell asleep at the gate. he laughs, really laughs, and you catch yourself watching the way his face lights up, the way his eyes crinkle, the soft edges of his tired smile.
you’re both halfway through your second coffee when his phone buzzes. he glances at it, then groans.
‘my ride’s here.’
you nod, trying not to look disappointed.
he stands slowly, stretching again, hoodie riding up just a little, and then looks at you like he’s not quite sure what to do.
you break the silence first.
‘it was nice flying with you.’
he huffs a laugh. ‘yeah. it was.’
you expect him to walk away. just wave, say bye, disappear into the crowd.
instead, he hesitates. looks at you like he’s debating something.
then
‘can i see you again?’
you blink. ‘what?’
he runs a hand through his curls. ‘i mean… if you want. i know it was just a weird flight and some turbulence and coffee, but…’ he shrugs, like he can’t quite explain it. ‘i liked this. i liked you.’
your heart stumbles.
‘yeah,’ you say, quiet but sure. ‘i’d like that too.’
he grins. pulls out his phone. you exchange numbers, fingers brushing as he hands it back.
‘don’t ghost me,’ he says, teasing.
you smirk. ‘only if your travel guy doesn’t mess it up again.’
he laughs again, starts to walk backward toward the exit, still facing you.
‘see you soon, turbulence girl.’
and then he’s gone.
but your phone buzzes thirty seconds later.
franco: next time i’m booking us both business class. just saying.
you grin.
yeah. you’ll see him again.
it starts with texts.
a few here and there. late at night. early morning. sleepy updates and little inside jokes. a photo of his breakfast one day. a screenshot of your playlist the next. nothing dramatic. nothing loud.
just a slow, easy kind of beginning.
and then one day, he sends you a message that says:
‘are you free this friday? i owe you dinner. and business class. but we’ll start with dinner.’
you say yes.
and that’s how you end up outside a small restaurant tucked between quiet streets, heart thudding in your chest as you spot him leaning against the wall, hoodie up, curls peeking out just like that first night.
but this time, he looks up and smiles as soon as he sees you.
‘you came,’ he says, stepping forward, pulling the hood down.
‘you asked,’ you reply.
he holds the door open for you, and it’s something about the way he looks at you, like he’s been waiting to see you again since the second you left, that makes your stomach do something ridiculous.
the restaurant is small. warm. dim lighting and quiet music. you sit across from him, nervous at first, picking at the edge of your napkin.
but he’s soft. all soft.
asking how your week was. telling you how training’s been. joking about how he’s still haunted by the flight. and you both laugh, really laugh, like it’s been forever since something felt this easy.
somewhere between dinner and dessert, the conversation shifts.
you’re talking about the places you want to visit. the little corners of the world that live on your bucket list. he’s leaning in, chin resting in his hand, eyes never leaving you.
‘so what you’re saying,’ he murmurs, ‘is that you’d need a travel buddy.’
you raise a brow. ‘you offering?’
he smiles slow. ‘i already know how you handle turbulence.’
you toss a sugar packet at him. he catches it.
and when the night ends, and you’re outside again in the cool air, he walks you to your car without saying much.
just before you open the door, he stops.
‘can i—’ he rubs the back of his neck, like he’s nervous now. ‘i wanna see you again.’
you tilt your head. ‘another flight?’
he chuckles. ‘hopefully without economy class.’
you step closer. your hands graze.
‘i’d like that,’ you say.
and this time, this time when he leans in, it’s not your hands that touch first. it’s his forehead resting lightly against yours. soft, sweet. the kind of almost-kiss that says everything without rushing it.
his voice is barely a whisper.
‘goodnight, y/n.’
and you smile, feeling weightless.
‘goodnight, franco.’
you fall asleep on facetime the first time it happens.
you’re both in bed, screens glowing in the dark, him in a hoodie again, hood up, hair a little messy from running his hand through it too much. you’re curled beneath a blanket, barely lit by your lamp, yawning as he tells you something dumb one of his teammates said in the locker room.
you’re not sure when you drift off, only that when you open your eyes again, the call is still going.
his camera is angled up now, like he fell asleep too. his face half-buried in a pillow, breathing slow. the little rectangle on your screen shows the soft rise and fall of his chest, a peek of his collarbone, the edge of his hoodie slipping down one shoulder.
you watch him for a moment.
just… watch.
something tugs at your heart. soft and sure.
you end the call before your screen dies, and sleep comes easier after that.
the next morning, he texts you:
‘slept better than i have in weeks. you?’
you type:
‘same. weird.’
he sends a photo. his pillow, a bit messy. the corner of his hoodie in the frame.
‘blaming you. don’t leave next time.’
and you want to tell him you won’t. that you’ll stay on the line until the sun rises if that’s what he wants. but you just reply:
‘no promises.’
he calls you that night too.
and the one after that.
the first kiss comes later.
not during a date. not at dinner. not even with music or city lights or anything remotely romantic.
it’s raining.
you weren’t supposed to see him. just dropped by his place to return something, a hoodie you stole without realizing. but he opens the door and grins like he hasn’t seen you in weeks instead of days.
‘you’re wet,’ he says, brushing a hand over your shoulder.
‘yeah, well, the weather’s rude.’
you’re about to hand him the hoodie when he steps back and says, ‘come in. or you’ll catch something.’
and you do.
you sit on the edge of his couch, water dripping from your sleeves. he disappears for a second, returns with a towel and a mug of something warm. tea. maybe. you’re not sure. you’re too busy watching the way his lashes stick together from the rain. the way his hoodie is half-zipped, revealing the curve of his throat.
he crouches in front of you, drying your hands first.
‘you didn’t have to,’ you murmur.
he shrugs. but his hands linger.
‘you’re kind of important,’ he says, soft. like it’s not a big deal.
you look at him. really look.
his curls are damp. his eyes are tired but bright. his thumb is brushing along the back of your hand like he doesn’t want to stop touching you.
and you lean in first.
not much. just a little. but enough.
his breath catches, and he moves with you. quiet. slow. no rush.
his lips find yours like they’ve been waiting.
just the softest pressure. the rain still pattering outside. his hand resting against your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek like you might disappear if he doesn’t hold you right.
when you pull back, he stays close.
forehead to yours.
‘finally,’ he whispers.
and you smile.
epilogue::
he’s already seated when you get there.
hood up. headphones around his neck. hoodie sleeves bunched up on his forearms. curls peeking out messily. the most him he’s ever looked.
you stop in the aisle for a second, grinning.
‘you’re in the window seat?’ you tease.
he peeks up at you with that sleepy half-smile, eyes already warm.
‘wanted to watch the clouds. but i’ll trade if you want it.’
you shake your head and slide into the seat beside him. ‘nah. wanna lean on you.’
he makes a soft sound, half a chuckle, half a breath, and reaches for your hand almost immediately. it’s instinct, at this point. the way his fingers find yours without looking. the way his thumb brushes over your knuckles like he needs to remind himself you’re here. his.
you tuck your bag away, get comfortable, rest your head on his shoulder as the plane starts taxiing.
‘remember our first flight?’ you mumble.
he hums. ‘economy class. tragic.’
you laugh, sleepily. ‘you were grumpy.’
‘you held my hand during turbulence.’
‘you fell in love.’
he turns his head a little, presses his lips to your hair.
‘yeah,’ he says softly. ‘i did.’
you close your eyes, smile against his hoodie.
there’s no rush. no uncertainty. no almosts anymore. just his hand in yours, the hum of the engine, and the quiet thud of your hearts keeping time.
somewhere in the sky, between time zones and cloudlines, he whispers:
‘i’d sit in economy again if it meant meeting you.’
you don’t open your eyes. you just squeeze his hand and whisper back:
‘good thing you don’t have to.’
and he smiles, forehead resting against yours, while the plane lifts into the sky.
hey! If youre looking for requests could you write something for charles leclerc? General hcs about dating him or a drabble maybe (i would melt if it was about him as a dad with kids🫠). Either is great but no pressure at all! Xx
❦ - maman et papa.
summary:: just a simple day w your family. (IDK WTF TO PUT HERE 😭)
warnings:: none?
writers note:: so like this is really short but i hope u guys like it bc ive never written for him 😔.
ion have a taglist for f1 fics yet but lmk if you’d wanna be apart of it if i do make one!
the sound of giggles filled the leclerc household as charles lay sprawled on the floor, two tiny figures climbing over him. his youngest, a little girl with wild curls just like his, had her chubby hands planted firmly on his chest, her face scrunched up in concentration.
'i win!' she declared, sitting triumphantly on his stomach.
charles gasped dramatically, throwing his head back. 'nooo, you’re too strong for me!'
his son, older by three years and fiercely competitive, frowned. 'papa, it’s my turn!'
'alright, alright, one at a time!' charles laughed, but neither child listened. soon they were both on top of him, their small hands attempting to pin him down. he let them win, of course, lying there with a grin as their laughter echoed through the room.
a soft chuckle came from the doorway. you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. 'having fun?'
charles looked up at you, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. 'rescue me?' he asked, but there was no real pleading in his voice, only warmth, love, and a happiness that made your chest ache in the best way.
your daughter scrambled off him and ran to you, holding her arms up. 'maman, papa’s a loser!'
charles feigned offense. 'traitor!' he called after her, but when his gaze met yours again, his expression softened. 'this... this is the best, isn’t it?'
and as you watched your little family dissolve into another round of giggles and tickle fights, you could only nod. 'yeah, it really is.'
this series was so good 😭😭 i love this author so much
I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW GOOD IT WAS
please go read 🙏🙏
The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Masterlist
Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)
Summary:
Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.
Links:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
which f1 driver should i draw next
(i have already done oscar)
(tumblr only allows 12 options)
don’t talk to me i’m sobbing over my oscariño in the grass and salvaging a few points
(MY SHAYLAAAAAA 😭😭😭)
me the entire race weekend
i was watching dts and i saw kimi and i OUT LOUD squealed “KIMIIIIIII!!!!”
to reiterate
why does my man look like a cardboard cutout 😭😭
why does my man look like a cardboard cutout 😭😭
I was looking for a fic I'd read over a yesr ago I think of Carlos and a f!reader driver whi had an accident, ended up bonding in reader's hotel room and i think there was something about reader being dehydrated bc team saved weight by removing water (ive read so many fics, i hope its the right thing being described)
but for some reason can't seem to find a link to it anywhere or remember who wrote it. Any ideas?
WIP
original female character x a driver????
author's note: ok so this is very much still something I am working on and have yet to make a lot of major plot decisions but! a little sneak peak and sort of plot overview?? probably not gonna be very good or very long because it is the first thing I am ever writing for fun...
~ Ela <3
warnings: possible romance with a driver (have yet to decide which one but thinking Charles), misogyny, angst (a lot of it), happy-ish ending??
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There was something so incredibly cruel about being so close to reaching your goals at a young age and then having them ripped out from under you. At any age that would have been devastating, however, having reached the peak at just 22 years old and then immediately crashing and burning — at no fault of her own, mind you — seemed immeasurably so. The weight of that reality became suffocating the more she thought about it… and God, did she dwell. Her mind was plagued by the recurring realization that all of that hard work, her sweat and tears, had been swept away by a rip current she was not strong enough to swim against.
Instead, she drowned, surrounded and consumed by the thought that she would never race again.
No amount of time to recover or physical therapy would ever grant her the ability to sit in a Formula One car again. There was no surgery, no cure, no magical antidote and no prayer uttered that would return her to where she rightfully belonged. Her entire lifetime, wasted. She had no backup plan, something which had paid off. Even if the desired result was only temporary (too temporary, everyone agreed), she had dedicated her entire conscious existence to racing. She had a promising career, on the cusp of her first championship win.
And yet, Sofia de la Torre would never be a champion.
need any f1 writers to write a challengers inspired fic im so serious preferably for charles🧐
Helloooo
I wanted to request a danny ric smut where he sleeps with his best friend?👀
9 months later.... and its finally done. I am so sorry that it took me forever to fulfill this request. I mentioned it in the a/n, but i'm currently in college and my schedule is really hectic right now. so thank you for your patience with me lolll. here you go:
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summary: what could happen when you involve jealousy, a crush, and alcohol?
pairing: daniel ricciardo x best friend!fem!reader
explicit content warning!
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Y/n’s Point of View:
Yellow. Summer. Wide smiles. Optimism. Hope. Bikes. Oversized clothing. tattoos.
All innocent things that remind me of Daniel. I was there when he drove those little electric cars around our neighborhood. I was also there when he eventually traded that little car in for a kart. I was raised around his high-energy, adrenaline-filled, and smile-filled childhood. I lived through a long-distance friendship when he moved to a different continent. I joined and followed him around the world on his hunt for a world title. I will always be there to support him 100% and that will not change anytime soon.
Midnight. Clubs. Hands. Wine. Toned. Choking. Scarlet Red. Candles.
All sinful things I have associated with Daniel. I remember when Daniel first lost his virginity. He was so eager to share the details of that night with me. We laughed until our bodies screamed for oxygen and talked about how he could improve his “performance” for next time. I didn’t feel any emotion but happiness for him at that moment, but now 17 years later, the slight notion of him hooking up with someone lights my body in jealousy. My mind betrayed my head as I imagined what Daniel is like in bed. Is he sweet and caring? Rough and daunting? Kinky and adventurous? I can’t help but envy those who have seen him euphoric in pleasure. lost in another world yearning with a pure need for more. Animalistic with the need to cum.
I apply a thin layer of clear lip gloss before spraying setting spray and using a fan to dry my face after I finish my makeup. Stepping back, I admire my body in the black skin-tight and sheer dress I am wearing. I am hoping to maybe bring someone back to my place tonight seeing as it’s been a month since I’ve gotten laid. I grab a pair of black mules before heading downstairs to slip them on and head out to the club.
I enter the club and allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness and strobing lights. I walk toward the VIP section and meet the looks of half of the grid. Once I arrive at the gate, Daniel unlocks it and offers his hand for me to grab to make sure I don’t slip. Once I get settled into a seat he leans down to my ear before whispering “You look great tonight.” A slight shiver goes down my spine and I stop myself from showing him how much he was affecting me. God if only he was mine…
I turn my head towards him and offer a smile before shooting back “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughs before grabbing one of the shot glasses off the tray sitting on the table in front of us, and offering it up to me. I take it from his hand as he reaches for another, we clink the small glasses together before we throw them back. I struggle to get it down for a few seconds, but I manage to slide it down before I spit it back up.
Somewhere between another shot and a glass of red wine, I end up with some guy named Jake on the dance floor. His hands roam my body before settling on my hips as some weird club mix plays in the background. About 2 songs later, I look toward VIP to see if Daniel and some mutual friends were still there and I make eye contact with him. His look intensifies as I grind my ass back into Jake. I feel what I can only assume is little Jake.
I flip my body around, throwing my arms around his neck before leaning my lips towards his mouth. Time doesn’t seem to pass as I continue to make out with him on the middle of the dance floor. Moments pass before my body begins to crave oxygen and I stop kissing Jake. A thin line of spit connecting our lips before I feel someone staring at me. I begin to separate my body from Jake’s and look towards the VIP section once again.
Daniel's eyes bore into me. Is he angry? I move away from Jake and try to walk back to my friends when Jake grabs my wrist.
“You are breathtaking.” He says while throwing me a shy smile. I return his gesture before responding.
“Thank you.” I continue to walk, allowing his hand around my wrist to slip. I make it back to where I was sitting and allowed Daniel’s hand to fall upon my thigh. He leans his head against my ear before whispering into my ear.
“Was he a good kisser?”
“Are you jealous, Dan?” His hand strokes up and down my thigh while his hot breath hits my ear. I want him.
Daniel’s hand trails higher up my thigh while he seductively whispers, “No. You’ve always been mine”. I need him. He grips my thigh a little harder than I expect and pulls a small whimper out. He places a small kiss under my ear before pulling back slightly.
“Prove it.”
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As soon as we enter my apartment Daniel pushes my body against the door while he kisses down my throat. Little sighs leave my mouth as he begins to suck marks into the area below my neck pulling moans out of me. My hands grip onto his shoulder before sliding down to the front of his button-down shirt. I try to unbutton the shirt before getting frustrated and just pulling the shirt apart, ripping the button off the shirt.
Daniel gasps before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my bedroom, pushing me against the nearest wall. He grips my throat leaving me gasping for breath as he leans down to place a kiss against my pliant lips. “You’re just so eager aren’t you? You just couldn’t wait could you?” He questions into the air before guiding and pushing me onto the bed while still controlling my oxygen.
“Please Danny Please” I beg between little gasps of breath. He begins to rid my body of the mini black dress. I kick my heels off and reach for Daniel. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my hands into his hair. Our lips meet again before I yank on his hair, he gasps and I take this moment to shove my tongue into his mouth, controlling the pace of the kiss. He begins to grind his hips into mine and I moan into his mouth.
We break apart and I allow my eyes to travel down his body before he flips my body over. Daniel takes the opportunity to trail kisses down my spine before stopping right before my ass. I feel his large hand pull at the band of my underwear before he lets it go and snaps at my waist. A small groan leaves my throat as he tugs them down and discards them with the pile of our clothes. I feel him grip my ass before pulling them apart and for a moment, I struggle to breath. It’s only when he decides to flick his tongue against my hole does a moan escape my parted lips and steal my breath away.
“Dan,” I moan. “Please. I need more.” Daniel just gives a brief “mmhh” before sliding his tongue over my asshole down to my clit. He flicks his tongue against it before placing his whole mouth on it and sucks. My arms tremble and my legs shake as I feel the inevitable orgasm coming closer and closer. “More,” I whine. Daniel doesn’t hesitate to follow instructions as he sucks harder and lets his tongue lap at my clit. I let out even more moans and I am so close to coming when Daniel stops.
“What are you doing? I was so close,” I say. I wanted to scream and cry.
“Awww. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll come on my cock.” he responds. I hear Daniel unzipping his jeans and coming near my body again. He places his hands on my upper back and pushes down. I let my body follow the guidance of his hands. My chest pressed completely to the bed while my ass is pointed upwards. He traces around my pussy with his index finger, teases around my clit and hole before pushing in. Daniel slowly fingers me with his index finger before adding his middle. The way they are sliding against my walls is driving me crazy.
“Daniel please. Fuck me,” I beg while pushing my ass against his hand. The sharp slap on the lef cheek of my ass shuts me up quickly. Moments later, he adds a third finger and now I can really feel the stretch. He struggles to fit it in and applies more pressure which has me rolling my eyes back.
“Listen to you begging for my cock. Hmm? You want it so bad don’t you,” Daniel teases while continuing fucking his fingers in and out. He pulls his fingers out my pussy and joins me on the bed. He lines his body up with mine and I feel his cock bounce against my leg briefly. Oh god. He is hugeeeee.
As I internally freak out, the tip of his cock brushes up and against my pussy. “Fuck, that feels so good. More,” I moan out. Daniel presses the tip against my hole and wowwwww his cock stretches me out even more as he slowly pushes into me. Once I feel his hips press against my ass, I tighten my pussy around his cock and lose my mind at the groans he lets out. He presses his head against my back while speaking to me.
“You are going to kill me,” Daniel mumbles out before sitting up again and pulling his entire cock out of me before rapidly thursting into me. I barely have time to breathe as my face is pushed into the mattress and he goes crazy. Moan after moan is heard in the room between his gasps of breath.
“I am about to come,” I shout as Daniel's pace begins to lose its pattern. He removes his hands from my head and his fingers begin to swipe over my clit and bring me over the finish line. He doesn’t stop though, he continues to fuck me through the orgasm and into the point of oversensitivity. Tears begin to fall as I beg Daniel to slow down. He paints my walls white as he comes in my pussy and I clench rythmically on his cock. I groan and turn my head to the right to let out a few deep breaths. He leans his head down and places a few chaste kisses against my lips before he begins to slowly slide out of me. Once out, I collapse my lower half against the bed and roll over onto my back.
I look up at Daniel and he has this kind of shy smile covering his face. I let out a small chuckle. How does a man who has just given me the best orgasm ever seem so reserved right after the fact? He joins me on the bed, pulling me onto his body slightly and pulling my comforter over us. His hand rubs up and down my back as the comfortable silence fills the room and washes over us.
Daniel breaks the silence as he says “Dinner. Tomorrow night?”
“Of course,” I respond as I trace small shapes on his chest. “It’s always been you. You know that right?”
“No, I didn’t, but I want to,” He says slowly before turning his head towards me and locking eyes. I give him a small smile and leave my head up for another kiss. His large hand rests on my cheek as he leads the kiss. I lean my forehead against his, sharing the oxygen trapped between us. I enjoy this moment before removing my head from his and laying my head against my pillow.
a/n: so I am giving this another try lol. i am trying to find time to for this blog since i am now in college and my schedule is really busy. - sinner
p.s. - if there is an errors please let me know. i do not have beta reader
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰/𝔄𝔰𝔨𝔰:
✧ 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.
✧ 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥/𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵
✧ 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯:
✧ ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ
✧ ᴍᴀx ᴠᴇʀꜱᴛᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ
✧ ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ
✧ ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ꜱᴀɪɴᴢ
✧ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʀɪᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴅᴏ
✧ ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ
𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱:
✧ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛꜱ.
𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰:
✧ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.
✧ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴏ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪx ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
✧ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ✧
Send me some Halloween/ Spooky smau themed request pls 🙏
NANDEMONAIYA
pairing: Charles Leclerc x VA Reader
faceclaim: Hamabe Minami
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charlesleclerc good to be back home 🤍
user1 oh, to be loved by Charles Leclerc
user2 I just know she is beautiful 💕
user3 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN 😫
user4 MY PARENTS
user5 They way his feed changes to just her whenever he is on break
user6 CHARLES IT’S BEEN 4 YEARS WHEN WILL YOU SHOW US HER FACE!
user7 I love bf Charles ❤️
user8 They could easily be the cutest couple on the grid if we knew anything about her and saw her at gp’s
| user9 I can’t believe she’s been to so | many and we have never been able to get | a glimpse of her
| user10 She is either a really private | person or she is also famous
user11 I love that he is keeping this relationship private, but not a secret 💖
user12 WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO BE HER IN MY NEXT LIFE 😩
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charlesleclerc SHE SAID YES 🤍💍🥂
user1 CONGRATULATIONS 😭
user2 OMFG ARE YOU SERIOUS!
user3 I can’t believe Charles is engaged!
user4 THE LAST PICTURE‼️
user5 THE BOAT RIDE! THE RING! THE BREAKFAST IN BED! WHEN IS IT MY TURN 😭
user6 🥹🥹🥹
user7 WILL YOU SHOW US HER FACE NOW!
| user8 They will be married for years | with 3 kids and we still won’t know | what she looks like 🙂
user9 I KNOW THAT WEDDING IS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL
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charlesleclerc Soon to be YN Leclerc 🤍
user1 Charles can you fight
user2 I AM NOW A YN FAN ACCOUNT
user3 OMFG SHE’S MITSUHA! CHARLES IS MARRYING MITSUHA!
user4 I just fell to my knees in the middle of Walmart 😭
user5 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE BEEN DATING YN FOR YEARS!
user6 THE PLAY THE PIANO TOGETHER 🥹
user7 STUNNING, AMAZING, and umm he’s there 🙂
user8 IM SO SINGLE 😔
user9 I’m gonna cry myself to sleep now
user10 Charles is such a lover boy ❤️
user11 He is so in love 🥰
user12 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE‼️
user13 HOW IS SHE CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME
user14 I can’t believe Charles is dating Maki from JJK
| user15 MAKI? YOU MEAN TOGA!
user16 I want to know how they met because I would have never guessed this
user17 I need to know which character YN has voiced is Charles’s favorite!
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SHE’S AN ACTRESS
pairing: Lando Norris x Actress Reader
faceclaim: Emily Rudd
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yourusername some bts of nami and the straw hat crew 🍊🏴☠️
user1 you were such a perfect Nami
user2 S1 was so good! I hope Netflix’s renews for a S2
user3 NAMI SWAAAAN! 😍
user4 who’s been here since Fear Street 1978
user5 you’re an amazing actress, I hope to see you in more stuff soon!
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yourusername one year with my handsome loser 🧡
user1 THE CUTEST FUCKING COUPLE EVER
user2 OMFG THE POLAROIDS 😩
user3 Lando looks so cute in these pictures 😭
user4 Yn is always feeding us with these Lando photos
user5 Who knew a hot lap video would lead to a 1 year relationship
user6 Google, how to be Lando Norris
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landonorris one year with my beautiful dork 🧡
user1 I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU STOLE MY WIFE FROM ME
user2 THE MATCHING CAPTIONS 😭
user3 SHE’S SO LUCKY 😩
user4 The hottest and funniest couple on the grid
user5 If they ever break up then love isn’t real
user6 THEY HAVE MATCHING POSTS AND CAPTIONS 😭 WHEN IS IT MY TURN
user7 Thank you @/mclaren for this beautiful relationship! You finally did something right 🧡
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GOOD GRACES
pairing: Lando Norris x Pop Star Reader
faceclaim: Isabela Merced
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2021
2023
Liked by landonorris, sabrinacarpenter, oliviarodrigo, and 3,684,937 others
yourusername found a new muse 💋
user1 OMFG FINALLY!
user2 SHE TOOK A YEAR OFF, BUT MOTHER IS BACK TO BREAK RECORDS!
user3 OH SHE’S HERE TO SERVE
user4 I’M SO EXCITED!
user5 no cause FINALLY!
user6 PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE RELEASING MUSIC THIS YEAR!
user7 DON’T MAKE US WAIT ANOTHER YEAR FOR THIS RELEASE!
user8 A NEW MUSE? IS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GETTING A SISTER?
| user9 PLEASE BE ANOTHER GOOD GRACES
| user10 I WANT ANOTHER LOVE IS | EMBARRASSING!
user11 are we finally getting a love song from you!
| user12 OMG I NEVER REALIZED SHE HAS | NEVER WROTE A LOVE SONG! NOT EVEN ABOUT | TOM AND THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS!
| user13 May not have gotten love songs | from her relationship with Tom, but we | did get please please please and good | graces
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yourusername my new album “positions” is out next month! 💋 here is a preview to the album with my new song “bed chem”! Thank you guys for the wait and being patient with me for the last year! I hope you all like the song ❤️
user1 BED CHEM! BED CHEM!
user2 WE GOT A SEX SONG! 🥵
| user3 MORE LIKE A SEX FANTASY SONG!
user4 MAM! MAM! WHO IS THE SONG ABOUT!
user5 “Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?” itches my brain in just the right way!
user6 WHO DO WE KNOW THAT HAS AN ACCENT AND GREEN EYES!
sabrinacarpenter I can’t wait to hear the rest of the album 💕
user7 “COME RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE” WHO’S GOT YOU THIS HORNY! 👀
user8 “MANIFEST THAT YOU’RE OVERSIZED” MISS MAM! 😂
user9 YOU’VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH @/sabrinacarpenter too much
| user10 NONSENSE AND BED CHEM ARE | SISTERS!
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yourusername POSITIONS IS OUT NOW! 💕
user1 WE FINALLY GOT LOVE SONGS FROM HER!
user2 SHE’S HORNY AND IN LOVE
user3 WHO IS THIS MYSTERY MAN THAT HAS YOU WRITING LOVE SONGS! 🕵️
user4 34+35 is the horniest song on the album 🥵
user5 OMG! WE GOT A SPANISH SONG!
user6 ALBUM OF THE YEAR!
user7 THE BOY IS MINE! LIKE BRANDY AND MONICA!
user8 THIS ALBUM IS PERFECTION! 🥰
user9 NO SKIPS ❤️
user10 NOT ONLY DID WE GET A LOVE SONG, BUT WE GOT MORE THAN ONE!
user11 THE QUEEN OF POP
user12 I’ll give you $5 if you tell me who these songs are about!
2024
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yourusername Thank you so much for @/mclaren for having me! 💕 Can’t wait to see the race tomorrow! 🏁
user1 OMG, SHE’S AT THE MIAMI GP!
user2 YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE WAS THERE TODAY AND I DIDN’T MEET HER! 😭
mclaren It was an honor having you! We can’t wait to see you again tomorrow!
user3 MCLAREN? I figured Red Bull or Ferrari would’ve invited her
oscarpiastri It was nice to finally meet you!
| yourusername It was nice meeting you | too! I can’t wait to see the race | tomorrow!
| user4 WHAT DO YOU MEAN FINALLY!
alexandrasaintmleux I can’t believe you were here and I didn’t get to see you!
| yourusername We can meet up tomorrow, | pretty girl!
user5 My two worlds are colliding 🤯
user6 THE PICTURES OF LANDO AND OSCAR
landonorris It was good having you today! I hope you’re ready for the race tomorrow!
| yourusername I was born ready! I better | see you on the podium tomorrow
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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆
user1 LFG!
user2 CONGRATS! 👏
user3 YOU DESERVE IT LANDO! 🧡🏆
user4 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THAT KISS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!
user5 YOU’RE DATING @/yourusername! WHAT THE FUCK!
user6 THE WAY HE RAN TO HER AFTER GETTING OUT OF THE CAR! 😭
yourusername CONGRATULATIONS BABY! I KNEW YOU CAN DO IT! 🧡
user7 LANDO NOWINS WHO! 📢
yourusername I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!
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yourusername I guess the cat’s out of the bag 💕
user1 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!
user2 WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! THE HARD LAUNCH!
user3 YOU ARE TELLING ME POSITIONS IS ABOUT LANDO NORRIS!
user4 YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE TOGETHER 😭
user5 MOTHER IS IN LOVE ❤️
landonorris God, I love you so fucking much! 🧡
| yourusername I love you too, my race | winner 🧡
user6 SHE WROTE ALL THESE HORNY SONGS ABOUT HIM!
user7 ANOTHER WHITE MAN 😭
alexandrasaintmleux Does this mean I will see you around the paddock more often?
| yourusername of course! I can’t wait to | hang out with you more beautiful!
user8 @/landonorris DON’T FUCK IT UP! I NEED @/yourusername TO WRITE MORE LOVE SONGS!
user9 LANDO NORRIS IS THE CUTE GUY WITH GREEN EYES AND A THICK ACCENT!
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SUMMER LOVIN’
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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🎵 Daniel Caesar • Best Part (feat. H.E.R.)
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jeonjaeeun ❤️🛥️
user1 hello, gorgeous 😍
user2 red is your color
user3 A MAN! IS THAT A MAN!
user4 WHO IS IN THE LAST SIDE!
user5 🥵🥵🥵
user6 IS THAT LANDO!?
| user7 NO, IT’S ARTHUR! 😒
user8 RUE, WHEN WAS THIS!
user9 THE SONG! THE SONG! YOUR HONOR, SHE’S IN LOVE!
user10 Please tell me her and Lorenzo are back together 🙏
user11 SHE’S THAT GIRL
user12 WHO IS THAT MAN AND CAN HE FIGHT!
user13 god really has his favorites
user14 pretty girl 💕
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F1 PADDOCK NEWS @/F1PADDOCKNEWS
Porsche Driver, Jeon Jaeeun no longer single? Jaeeun’s newest Instagram post revealed her to be on a date, is this a new boyfriend or just a fling since her breakup with Italian actor Lorenzo Zurzolo in 2021.
user1 MY WIFE IS NO LONGER SINGLE! 😭
user2 WE LOST HER 😭😭😭
user3 This has to be Lando! They are both spending summer break on a yacht!
| user4 HALF THE GRID IS SPENDING THEIR | BREAK ON A YACHT! THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT | LANDO! 😒
| user5 I bet it’s Arthur, did you see | his post earlier today?
| user6 He’s probably with Charles
| user7 No, they may be on to something! | Arthur and Charles are also on a boat | and Alex liked Jaeeun’s post so they | can all be together! 🕵️
| user8 OSCAR ALSO LIKED! I BET IT’S | ARTHUR!
| user9 Oscar is Lando’s teammate so it | could be Lando instead!
| user10 She’s obviously back with | Lorenzo! He posted as well today on a | boat around the same time.
| user11 did anyone think that maybe it’s | none of them and just a random guy?
user12 HE BETTER BE TREATING HER RIGHT 😡
user13 WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! 😭
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🎵 Cigarettes After Sex • Crush
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jeonjaeeun adventures 💕
user1 It’s not just a fling! We lost her guys, she’s soft launching a man! 😭
user2 CRUSH BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX! SHE’S DOWN BAD!
user3 they are so cute 🥺
user4 2 post in a row with him!
user5 ALEX AND CHARLES IN THE LIKES 👀
user6 all of Jaeeun’s fanboys just fell to their knees crying
user7 THE HAND PLACEMENTIN THE LAST PHOTO! 🥵
user8 She’s so hot!
user9 Arthur, Lando, and Lorenzo are not in the likes 🤔
user10 The 4th picture 🤤
user11 SHOW US HIS FACE!
user12 These pictures are giving us nothing to figure out who it is!
| user13 It’s like that’s the whole point
| user14 I know, let them have their | privacy! She will let us know who he is | when she’s ready.
user15 I can’t wait to see her next date photo dump ☺️
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PLANE RIDES & NEW SHIPS
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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tagged: danielricciardo
landonorris we’re photographers. We’re back.
user1 you’re so bbg
user2 cuties 💗
user3 DANLANDO 🤤
jeonjaeeun look at these losers
| landonorris Be so for real right now… | I know you’re not talking.
user4 my favorite drivers!
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danielricciardo Well, guess we’re back
user1 LANDAN IS BACK
user2 I love this duo so much
jeonjaeeun WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PHOTO CREDS! 🤬
| user3 OMG! JAEEUN WAS WITH THEM!
| danielricciardo Sorry, I forgot 😓
| jeonjaeeun No excuses! That’s the last | time I take photos for you!
| landonorris not me though right? 😅 | @/jeonjaeeun
| jeonjaeeun we’ll see 😌 @/landonorris
| danielricciardo I regret inviting both | of you @/jeonjaeeun @/landonorris
| user4 Jaeeun took the pictures? What’d | she say to get them to laugh like that?
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jeonjaeeun Cozy in red 🌹 photo creds to lan
user1 THAT’S MY WIFE!
jeonjaeeun @/danielricciardo this how you give photo credits!
| danielricciardo I said I was sorry 😞
user2 why is Lando tagged?
| user3 He took the photos for her
| user2 Why is he with her? 😒
| user4 Daniel invited both of them to | fly with him
| user5 He is introducing his old | teammate to his new one!
| user4 @/user5 no they met at the | Bahrain gp through Oscar
user6 how are you so hot 🥵
arthur_leclerc FORZA FERRARI! ❤️
| jeonjaeeun ew, no! 🤢
user7 SHE CALLED HIM LAN!
landonorris should have been wearing papaya 🧡
| user8 A HEART! A HEART! HE JUST SENT | HER A HEART!
| user9 SAY IT WITH ME! JAELAN! JAELAN! | JAELAN! JAELAN
jeonjaeeun and landonorris posted a story
[caption 1: never leave your phone laying around if you’re with these losers!]
[caption 2: new occupation: Jae’s personal photographer]
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LNFOUR @/landosgf
JAEEUN AND LANDO ARE TRAVELING TOGETHER!
user1 NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP!
user2 DID YOU SEE THEIR STORIES!
user3 He posted her on his story 😭
user4 Stop being delusional they are both traveling with Daniel it’s not just them
user5 WHO THE HELL IS LANDO! I NEED JAEEUN BACK TOGETHER WITH LORENZO! 😡
| user6 NO, SHE NEEDS TO GET WITH ARTHUR!
user7 HE SAID HE’S HER PERSONAL PHOTOGRAPHER 😭 SHE’S LIVING THE DREAM!
user8 I can’t be the only one that think they would look cute together
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Jaeeun ex boyfriend Lorenzo Zurzolo mentioned… You will see more of him later on in the story. Anyways Lando and Jaeeun are becoming friends so there will be a lot more interactions between them now. Also there will be time jumps so just warning you now.
F1 DEBUT
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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Jeon Jaeeun Daily @/JJDAILY
Jaeeun finally arriving to the Bahrain GP
user1 GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD 🤤
user2 THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!
user3 She looks so good, while Daniel arrived in a Porsche shirt
user4 her and Lewis are the only ones that came to serve cunt
user5 MOTHER
user6 she looks like she just walked out of a kdrama 🥰
Porsche F1 @/PorscheF1
Qualifying is done! 🏁 Solid driving today, Daniel will be starting from P8 and Jaeeun at P12 tomorrow! #BahrainGP 🇧🇭
Porsche F1 @/PorscheF1
Amazing race from our drivers today, It’s a double-points weekend in Bahrain! 💪
user1 BEST TEAM
user2 I can’t believe Jaeeun was able to get points for her first f1 race
user3 WELL DESERVED
user4 Great start for the season!
hater1 She got lucky 3 drivers dnfed this race or else she wouldn’t have placed that high! 😒
JJAE @/JJaeProtector
I CAN’T BELIEVE OUR GIRL GOT P9 FOR HER F1 DEBUT! #BahrainGP
user1 This was such a great weekend!
user2 so sad that Oscar dnfed, but it was so fun to see Jaescar together again!
| user3 I wished Arthur was there and we could of had our iconic trio back
| user4 We didn’t have Arthur today, but did you see the video of them with Lando?
| user3 Do we think Lando is gonna replace Arthur now that Jaescar is in f1?
| user4 Who knows, but Lando and Jaeeun looked like they were getting along well!
| user5 OMG I SAW THE VIDEO! LANDO AND JAEEUN KEPT ON LAUGHING TOGETHER AND OSCAR HONESTLY LOOKED LIKE HE WAS TIRED OF THEIR SHIT! 😂
| user6 IS THIS A NEW SHIP? What do you think they were all talking about?
user7 CAN’T WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND!
user8 QUEEN SHIT! 😎
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jeonjaeeun So happy to officially make my f1 debut and to end the weekend off at P9! Let’s aim even higher for next weekend! 💙✨ #JJ13 #BAHRAINGP
user1 SO PROUD OF YOU!
user2 GREAT JOB!
user3 What is Lando doing in the likes?
user4 What a great first weekend! 👍
user5 Why is Lando following her?
| user6 They met this weekend through | Oscar (his new teammate)
user7 You did amazing! ✨
porschef1 What a great first weekend!
user8 MISS KOREA 🇰🇷
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Next update will be a time jump since I will not be doing every race, but we did finally get a small Lando and Jaeeun interaction, kind of? Gonna try to get more Lando x Jaeeun moments for the next update! Let me know what you want to see next.
ABOUT JEON JAE-EUN
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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Birthday: March 13th, 2000
2023 Porsche Rookie
2022 FIA F2 Champion
Best Friends with Oscar Piastri, Lily Zneimer, and Arthur Leclerc
Ex boyfriend: Lorenzo Zurzolo (2019 - 2021)
Speaks Korean (1st language), English, French, and Italian
Loves everything Halloween and horror
Anime fan
Sponsored by Adidas and Calvin Klein (more brands to come…)
Fashion Icon (the only one along with Lewis that can actually dress)
Can sing, dance, and play guitar (Arthur and Charles are teaching her the piano)
Has a YouTube channel where she post vlogs when she’s traveling and sometimes song/ dance covers
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more facts about Jaeeun will be added as the story goes on…
TEAMMATES
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
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Formula 1 @/F1
BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo returns to the grid with @/PorscheF1!
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danielricciardo When the news drops that you’ll be back on the #F1 grid… @/porschef1
user1 IM SCREAMING!!!
user2 FUCK YES LET’S GOOO
user3 YES DANNY! 🔥
porschef1 So glad to have you on our team!
- SMALL TIME JUMP -
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oscarpiastri Thanks to all for the warm welcomes. Looking forward to working with @/landonorris and the team to make this an amazing season 👊🧡
user1 Can’t wait to see you in action
user2 lets go 😎🏎️
landonorris bring on the 2023 season 💪
jeonjaeeun it’s on when I see you in Bahrain Osc!
| oscarpiastri bring it J 👊
| user3 JAESCAR! I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!
| lilyzneimer GET HIS ASS JAE!
| oscarpiastri You’re suppose to be on my | side @/lilyzneimer
| jeonjaeeun Sorry, not sorry, she just | likes me better!
| lilyzneimer 💙💙💙 @/jeonjaeeun
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danielricciardo Bahrain we are coming for you! 😎
user1 I just know porsche is regretting putting their annoying asses together
user2 so ready to see this duo in action
user3 This team looks promising
hater1 still don’t know why porsche signed this chick 😒
jeonjaeeun LET’S FUCKING GO! THEY WON’T KNOW WHAT HIT THEM!
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Next update will be the Bahrain GP and hopefully some Jaeeun and Lando interactions!
masterlist: formula 1 edition!
(all nsfw will be marked as so or listed as 18+)
coming soon!
coming soon!
[social media] lando has rizz?
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(not technically f1 but so what, shoot me)
coming soon!
GIRLLLLL I LOVE THIS SHIT OMGGG
🖤•My Masterlist•🖤
(F1 drivers version ⬇️)
Charles Leclerc
•Can’t shut my mouth about you girl
•Never too much for someone that can’t get enough of you
•Crazy in love
•more than friends
•something borrowed and something stolen
•loving rival
•forget isn’t long enough
•lavender haze
•little white lies
•forget me not
•his best friends ex girlfriend
•rockstar!
•rockstar Part 2!
•it’s been a long time coming
Max verstappen
•girls are players too
•starstruck
•starstruck part 2!
•it’s true, it’s always been you
•love is the way you…
•gift giver!
•all too well
•unpredictable!
•only love could hurt like this
•there’s a thin line between love and hate
•strange love
•I’ll be getting over you my whole life
Mick Schumacher
•bad reputation
•wildcard!
•I watch it begin again
•bad influence
•what’s love if you can’t feel it?
•he really should’ve known better
Daniel Ricciardo
•if you fall, I fall
•wifey for lifey!
•fight for her love
•oh no I’ve fallen in love again!
Sebastian Vettel
•red is the colour of love
•best kept secret
•baby on board
Fernando Alonso
•always rooting for the anti hero
•a love so easy!
Lando Norris
•gift giver
•I love you and I like you!
Pierre Gasly
•material girl
Lance stroll
•better late than never
𝒔𝒕. 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂 ! ˡˢ²
i ain't never had a doubt inside me 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
𝒍ogan sargeant x 𝒓apper!male reader synopsis: reader is an american rapper, one with a loyal, but small, fanbase. despite this, a formula 1 driver can’t help but love his music and pushes for him to visit a grand prix, but forgets to specify how.
genre: smau warnings: i’m using songs sung by black artists for readers album, so the faceclaim for reader in pics are going to be black, but anyone can read this!
requested: yes! author's note: i immediately thought of logan when i saw this request because of his love for eminem. songs used for second wind: squabble up, pride., duckworth, and the prayer by kendrick lamar. mutt by leon thomas. st. chroma, rah tah tah, and wusyaname by tyler, the creator
masterlist. navigation.
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ynsmic second wind out now.
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userone the popularity of y/n needs to be studied this man deserves every single piece of hype he gets and more ⤷ usertwo that's what im saying!! this man has more talent than half of the rappers out on the hot 100
userthree going from squabble up right into mutt is crazy the vibe change was revolutionary
userfour the different vibes of this album is CRAZYYY i love it omg ⤷ userfive right?? like having mutt, squabble up, duckworth, and the prayer all on the same album is insane ⤷ usersix i like how it feels like they don't fit together. like the different vibes of the songs and topics don't fit together, but it feels like he's just having fun and sharing short stories and not only telling one story liked by ynsmic
logansargeant time to change my hype songs from lose yourself to st. chroma ⤷ userseven maybe lose yourself was making you lose yourself in the car that's why you aren't driving good ⤷ logansargeant bro...too far
usereight now what is logan sargeant doing here ⤷ usernine he mentioned y/n’s music like once in an interview back when he was in f2
userten alr now when is tour ⤷ ynsmic when a million+ people stream second wind ⤷ logansargeant i could probably manage that
♫ y/n l/n • st. chroma
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logansargeant baku was good, but next week is when it gets good. going for a logan sweep for the home race. see you in miami.
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usereleven no eminem??
alexalbon a logan sargeant pole is in the near future ⤷ logansargeant please work your beautiful manifestation skills
ynsmic great song choice 🔥 liked by logansargeant
usertwelve RAHHHH WTF IS A KILOMETERRR LETS GO LOGAN 🔥🔥🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
userthirteen wait this song is like lowkey fire ⤷ userfourteen it really makes me think of logan fr like “promise im gon make it out” just makes me think of he’s gonna make it out of williams 😭😭
williamsracing our favorite american!! ⤷ userfifteen nobody cares ⤷ usersixteen gtfo man
userseventeen now who is y/n ⤷ usereighteen i'm not sure but i like this song
📍 miami, florida
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ynsmic played at a local bar last night, met some cool people, got some even cooler news for you guys soon
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usernineteen second wind world tour ⤷ ynsmic not at that stage yet, soon though
usertwenty what is team williams doing here ⤷ usertwone right like ik logan is a fan of y/n but alex what are you doing here ⤷ usertwtwo hear me out, he's in miami, miami grand prix is next week ⤷ usertwone alright grandma lets get you to bed
logansargeant i think second wind is better on a stage ⤷ ynsmic i like your thought process
usertwthree i got a picture with you! it was great to meet you and i can't wait to see you live again soon! liked by ynsmic
f1 👀 ⤷ usertwfour alright what does this mean bro
♫ y/n l/n • MUTT
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ynsmic and f1 second wind @ miami grand prix. see you soon.
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logansargeant williamsracing f1 while this isnt what i meant by inviting y/n to a gp but ill take it ⤷ ynsmic thanks for the invite man, even if it wasn't the right one ⤷ alexalbon sorry, logan is freaking out. he says your welcome liked by ynsmic
usertwfive bro this rapper is small as hell what is f1 doing inviting him to perform at a grand prix, the miami one no less 💀 ⤷ ynsmic i ask myself the same thing, but logan and i met at my gig the other night and he was going to invite me to a grand prix, but f1 thought he wanted me to perform, so here we are
usertwsix f1 and y/n fans how are we feeling ⤷ usertwseven im so glad i got tickets to the miami gp now only because of y/n
usertweight miami gp? more like y/n gp ⤷ usertwnine alright lets get you to bed
williamsracing williams is sorry for the mix up ⤷ userthirty nah my team is cooked theyre talking in third point of view ⤷ userthione nah your team is cooked by having logan as a driver this comment has been deleted by ynsmic!
userthitwo i need y/n and logan to interact at the miami gp please
userthithree my little rapper isnt so little anymore
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f1gossip before the miami grand prix weekend starts, logan sargeant and oscar piastri are seen on the streets of miami with y/n l/n, an up and coming rapper that is set to perform at the opening ceremony for the miami grand prix
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userthifour i've never heard of y/n before ⤷ userthifive neither have i, but i did look up his music and it's pretty good
userthisix man this dude has like 5k monthly listeners on spotify what is he doing performing at the miami grand prix 💀💀 ⤷ userthiseven y/n said that he was just supposed to visit the williams garage cause of logan, but there was miscommunication and they invited him to perform ⤷ userthieight or it's because nobody wants to perform at the miami gp so they picked out an artist nobody knows
userthinine im like lowkey excited for the opening ceremony
userfourty imagine logan gets pole and p1 because of y/n (his fav artist since f2) being there ⤷ userfourone i would bet real money on that because that's never going to happen ⤷ userfourtwo don't sleep on my boy logan alright ⤷ userfourthree i'll gladly sleep on logan slowgeant
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ynsmic what a way to start the weekend. even though many people didn't know who i was, it was still a blast to perform second wind in my hometown on a large stage and spread my music to the world.
let's go logan sargeant sweep for miami.
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userfourfour y/n is a ls2? ⤷ ynsmic he's the reason why i got to perform, so i'm obligated to cheer him on
logansargeant if y/n has one fan, it's me. if y/n has no fans, i'm dead. ⤷ ynsmic my biggest fan
logansargeant i was screaming the lyrics from the williams garage ⤷ alexalbon can confirm this (i even got it on video) ⤷ ynsmic that was you? (send it to me?)
userfourfive i love this friendship that y/n and logan have ⤷ userfoursix the fact that logan was a fan of y/n for years and now he's friends with y/n. logan must fan boy every time they interact
userfourseven who else came here after watching the opening ceremony???? ⤷ userfoureight i did!! ⤷ userfournine me as well! might become a new fan of him...
♫ y/n l/n • squabble up - radio edit
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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN SARGEANT TO START IN POLE POSITION TOMORROW IN MIAMI!!!!
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userfifty holy fucking shit
userfifone LOGAN SARGEANT SWEEEEEP IN AMERICAAAAA RAHHHHH
userfiftwo GUYS MY DRIVER DID IT HE DID IT LETS GOOOO
ynsmic am i allowed to take responsibility for this? ⤷ logansargeant maybe.
userfifthree OH MY GOD AMERICAAAAA RAHHH
alexalbon MY SEXY AMERICAN TEAMMATE THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OH MY GOD MANIFESTATION WORKS!!
♫ y/n l/n • st.chroma - radio edit
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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN. SARGEANT. WINS. MIAMI. After a rough rookie year and troubles with his car and races, the only American on the grid has officially done it, and at his home race.
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ynsmic THAT'S MY LOGAN ⤷ userfiffour your logan? ⤷ logansargeant Y/NNNNN LFGGGGG
userfiffive everybody who doubted my boy logan, i expect apologies with tears and a ukelele
userfifsix THATS RIGHTTT!! LOGAN DESERVES TO BE HERE!!
userfifseven OH MY GODDDD THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY HUGE DAY FOR THE LOGANG ⤷ logansargeant that can't be what you guys are called.
alexalbon went to the tom holland school of manifestation
williamsracing LOGAN. SARGEANT.
userfifeight USING Y/N'S SONG I CANTTTTT
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logansargeant miami 🤍
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userfifnine we get a logan first place and gay hard launch all in one weekend??
usersixty i was NOT expecting this holy shit
ynsmic forever proud of you logan 🤍 ⤷ logansargeant thank you y/n 🤍
usersixone not disappointed not surprised. congrats you two!
alexalbon and what do we say to alex? ⤷ logansargeant are we supposed to say thank you? ⤷ alexalbon who pushed you towards y/n after the podium ceremony?? ⤷ ynsmic thank you ... alex
usersixtwo oh i can tell these two are going to be insufferable
usersixthree imagine logan just gets infinitely better at driving now that he has a boyfriend ⤷ usersixfour the magic of significant others
charles_leclerc can you tell y/n i want to work with him on a song soon ⤷ lewishamilton seconding this ⤷ logansargeant am i just a connection to you now? ⤷ ynsmic ignore him-- i would be honored!
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ynsmic wusyaname (feat. xnda, charles leclerc)
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logansargeant this is going double platinum in my house ⤷ ynsmic glad to hear it lover 🤍
a/n: OKAY! sorry this was so long, but i really hoped it managed expectations @darkestmrhyde !! i had a lot of fun making it :))
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