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GREEN WITH ENVY ; F1 GRID.

synopsis: When you find out that your celebrity crush is coming to the paddock, it is only natural that your boyfriend reacts a certain way, be it possessive or ostentatiously charming.

trigger warnings: Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks; Mentions of abandonment

a message from the author: I think that the drivers would be so funny in this situation! (Note: I added Daniel Ricciardo, though he technically isn’t a driver anymore. *Sobs loudly*) More “what-if” situations coming soon!

ISACK HADJAR

He doesn’t act insecure. In fact, he acts more confident than usual. Puffing up his chest, pulling you closer to him, definitely using more physical touch and a lot of pet names.

You can see how his demeanor changes as soon as your celebrity crush pays attention to you. He’s not outwardly possessive; he knows that even as your boyfriend, he doesn’t own you, but he still doesn’t like the “greedy way” the celebrity is eyeing you.

He over analyzes everything – from the greeting you give them to how you squeal when they say that they’re a big fan of yours. 

You have to comfort him later that night, running your fingers through his curls in the idle manner he absolutely adores. “Nobody is as amazing or perfect as you. Not even Timothee Chalamet.”

OSCAR PIASTRI

He hates being called icy, but that’s exactly how he acts when he finds out the news. Yeah, so what if your number-one celebrity crush is visiting the paddock? You’re his girlfriend, and no hot shot from Hollywood could ever take you away from him. 

Yet the doubt still worms its way in. Especially when he sees just how flustered you become, cheeks burning and words a quick stammer, and he has the sudden urge to have a passionate make out session with you in front of them. Modesty? Gone.

He makes you wear his jersey – a papaya-colored one with his last name inked on in bright black letters. Just so they’re aware.

LANCE STROLL

He’s not worried at all. Instead, he’s the epitome of a “cool guy”. You’re surprised he’s not behaving weirdly, but you’re too embarrassed to ask. Later, you cave, and he says, “They’re meaningless to me. We’ve been dating for years now; you would have left already if you wanted to.”

Despite this, however, he still leans in close to you, blocking the celebrity off from getting too close. You love it. Lance is not a particularly controlling guy, but those little movements? Chef’s kiss.

Afterwards, Lance orders a big bouquet of flowers and surprises you with a new stack of books that had been on your wishlist. “Do you think that they know you as well as I do? That they love you as much as I do?”

LANDO NORRIS

“I’m going to tattoo ‘Lando Norris’s girlfriend’ on your head while you’re sleeping.” Lando warns you the night before the celebrity is due to arrive. You know he’s joking, but you can barely sleep – from both the threat and the excitement. 

He turns into the most boastful, overly friendly person known to mankind. Loud laughter, rapid-fire jokes, anything to distract the celebrity from you. He even slaps the celebrity on the back, so forcefully they start coughing. (You almost started crying from laughing so hard.)

Adding onto this, he gets super competitive. He starts comparing accomplishments (“Was he in the running for the 2024 Driver’s Championship? I didn’t think so.”) to even the height difference (“I’m like ten centimeters taller than him! Do you want to date a garden gnome?”). It’s hilarious.

CHARLES LECLERC

He becomes quieter, more subdued. Rather than being bolder and more outgoing, he lets you spend time with the celebrity – though he’s fully aware of how long you’ve been crushing over them. 

While you’re chatting it up, you can hear him muttering in French. Not even curse words, just sentences like, “Who does he think he is? He’s like a peacock, trying so obviously to flirt with her. She’s mine.”

You buy matching outfits to wear to quell his nerves, albeit Charles not vocalizing any of his fears – that you might decide he wasn’t good enough for you and run away forever. (A foolish delusion, because no one was better than Charles Leclerc.)

DANIEL RICCIARDO

When he finds out, he immediately throws on a dramatic act. “I’m going to be abandoned! You’ll be disgusted with me as soon as you lay eyes on them, and you’ll leave me forever!” The only way to get him to be quiet was to kiss him, and that turned into something a lot more steamy…(Not that you’re complaining!)

Before the celebrity arrives, he starts drilling you. “So, you like him because of their chiseled abs? Their humor? Their accent? I have to be prepared, baby. I don’t want them whisking you away.” You roll your eyes, but secretly, you’re in heaven. It’s so hard to make Daniel jealous, but this is the perfect way to do it. Or so you thought…

…Because the celebrity becomes quick friends with Daniel. Of course he does; Daniel’s personality is magnetic and full of charm. Later, Daniel kisses you on the forehead right as you’re snuggling into bed, and says, “You have an amazing taste in men, baby. He’s awesome.”

Credits: Dividers — @sisterlucifergraphics

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two snippets from “It’s Nice to Have a Friend” — also known as my 2025 rookies Friends!AU — as voted on by the results of this poll ❤️

i’m currently sitting at 6k for the (incompleted) rough draft. the story will be split into two parts; maybe a few one-shots as well.

publication date? unknown. i’m still working on the fic! please bear with me 🙏

i love you all! hope you love this story just as much as i do 😋 the rookies are sooo unserious.

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ALWAYS BEEN YOU ; OP81.

synopsis: After Y/N L/N sees her long-time crush and childhood best friend, Oscar Piastri, with another girl at the bar, it results in an angry confession over the phone.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Use of swear words in English; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks; Open ending can be interpreted as suggestive

a message from the author: I wrote this fic in an hour, but I poured all my love and effort into it. I absolutely adore the idiots-in-love trope, and it is very evident in this story. Lowkey manifesting this for me, LOL.

“Where were you? I’ve been calling you for hours.” The fear and anxiety within Oscar’s words were blatant, tightening the phrase into a harsh rasp. Your stomach somersaulted as you swallowed back the guilt rising within you. “Is everything OK? You left so…so suddenly. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

You let out a long exhale, the seconds passing in cold silence. Oscar’s slow breathing pattern as he waited for you to explain yourself, and the static gravel buzzing sound, was audible on the other line. 

But there wasn’t a good answer, one that would pardon your actions and explain why you had abandoned Oscar at the bar in a moment of folly. There was no way to describe the wrenching agony that had torn through you when you saw him, standing there with another girl draped over his arm. You had a lifetime’s worth of love bottled in your heart for him, and you had never mustered up the courage to tell him. All those years, you had stood by his side like the perfect, devoted angel you were. And now, that opportunity to confess, to spill forth that pivotal secret, had slipped out of reach.

The worst part is, you couldn’t even remember what she looked like – if she had ginger hair or tanned skin. The tears and pain had blotted it all away. It could have been a hallucination, brought on by the strobing lights and adrenaline-soaked discotheque.

“Are you still there?” Oscar spoke again, and you blinked back more tears. “Y/N, if there’s something wrong, I need you to tell me so I can call the authorities. Please.” The word was whispered, a pitiful pleading sound that made you nearly hang up the phone. “Y/N, this isn’t like you. What happened? I’m scared.”

A keening sob slipped out, and you dropped your phone on the dining room table with a loud clatter. “Oscar, I can’t.” Your lip trembled as you took a shuddering breath, clamoring for oxygen. 

Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, the bright colors of the day fading into a fusion of purples and blues, as if someone had sent a brush skating across the sky. How could it be, that only five hours ago, Oscar had been on the podium, champagne flowing freely down his back and raucous cheers enveloping the square as he had collected his trophy? How could it be, that only five hours ago, Oscar had pulled you into a deep embrace, forgoing the stickiness of sweat for the comfort he longed to have? 

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Y/N. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. Why are you acting like this?” Oscar bit out, his voice edged with panic. “Where are you right now? Maybe if I come over we can talk it out?”

“No,” you shot back harshly, the word as venomous as a cobra. You picked up the phone again with trembling fingers; you needed your next words to be as clear as possible so that Oscar could not feign ignorance. “No, you don’t get to play saint. I saw you at the bar. With that girl, I don’t know who she is, I don’t care who she is. The only thing I know is that you didn’t shake her off. You let her cling on to you. You let her fawn over you. You let her stay, even though I’ve been here this whole damn time, and I’ve been dying inside, waiting for you to realize that I need you. I love you, Oscar, you fucking muppet, and I can’t do this anymore.”

A hush fell over the both of you as you waited for the verdict. Would Oscar finally realize what was between the two of you, that there was an invisible string looping over your fingers and binding you together? Or would he brush it off, in the same caustic manner he used when someone asked him a question he did not like? Would your words matter or would it fall on deaf ears?

“I didn’t realize,” Oscar began, a bit awkwardly as he always tended to be. “That you felt that way for me.” A pause. “I chalked up those lingering touches, those quick glances, to my imagination. I thought that they were nothing, that I was just being egotistical or narcissistic. Whichever one it is, or both. I’ve been in love with you ever since I first met you, Y/N, but I didn’t know if my feelings were reciprocated. I didn’t want to ruin what we built together. You’re the second half of me; I was worried I’d be a numpty and fuck it up.” He laughed dryly, a bitter one that reverberated through the phone. “That girl at the bar, I don’t give a fuck about her. I’m sorry, I know that’s harsh. But compared to you? She’s nothing.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, relief coursing through your veins. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes, of course I am. Is that why you left?” inquired Oscar, his voice returning to the familiar soft tone he saved for you. “You saw me with another girl and you bolted without asking? Because if you had, I wouldn’t have spared her another second. You’re much more important to me.”

You shook your head, scoffing. “It took you half an hour to start calling me, Oscar. You must have liked her at least a little bit if you hadn’t noticed sooner.”

“I thought you had gone to the restroom,” he immediately retorted. “You know better than most that girls like to spend ages fixing up their makeup in the mirrors. I thought that maybe you’d chatted up someone else, made a new friend, and that’s why you were taking so long. Anyways, she left soon after, got tired of me. I guess I wasn’t glamorous or charming enough for her.”

You bit your lip. “I’m so…I’m so fucking selfish.”

“Excuse me?” The indignation in Oscar was palpable. “You better elaborate on that right now, because I don’t appreciate you saying that.”

You rubbed your forehead with one hand, pacing back and forth across the living room, the motion soothing your nerves. “I see you with one other woman, and I lose my fucking marbles. I didn’t – I don’t – own you, you’re free to be with whomever you want.”

“And what if that someone is you?”

Your brow creased as the question sunk in. “Oscar.”

“If you’re at your hotel, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Stay there.” Oscar’s instructions were firm, and you didn’t dare argue with him. Instead, your whole body thrummed with anticipation. “I’ve spent too long in denial, pretending that we’re solely just friends when we are anything but that. I love you, Y/N. I’ll spend every waking moment for the rest of my life proving it to you.”

And the line went dead.

Credits: Dividers — @fae-and-wolf

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although i will deeply miss logan sargeant, i am forever grateful for the fact that he did not sign with alpine for the 2025 season. he’d have been nicknamed “the bald eagle” 💔

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IN SWEETNESS ; IH6.

synopsis: In a moment of pure coincidence, Y/N L/N discovers a hidden box under the bed, with photographs of Isack Hadjar from when he was a child.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective. Other than that, pure fluff.

a message from the author: This actually just happened to a friend of mine, and she told me about it. Inspiration struck and this basically wrote itself. I love Isack Hadjar. The title comes from “Robin” by Taylor Swift; I was listening to it while I wrote this. Hope you enjoy reading this!

You would swear in front of a judge and jury if you had to, but you swore you didn’t mean to find it. Honestly.

You wanted to turn on the season finale of Stranger Things, and had accidentally knocked the remote off of the bedside table. With a beleaguered sigh, you had set upon your quest to recover it from the void. And suddenly, your fingers had touched a mysterious plastic surface – the lid of a faded brown box, which had been tucked under the bed where you slept with your boyfriend, Isack Hadjar.

There was a heavy layer of dust that suggested that it had been left undisturbed for a very long time. 

When you discovered this secret treasure, your curiosity was piqued. Not to mention, you were incredibly surprised. Isack was typically so open with you in every aspect of his life, even the uncomfortable parts. So, it begged the question: what did Isack have that was so secret he felt that the only spot safe enough was hidden below the bed, where chances were extremely slim that you would unearth it?

You did a quick, furtive glance behind you to see where Isack was, but he was still unaware of what mischievous activities you were engaging in. Your boyfriend was busy chatting away on the phone in rapid-fire French; probably about the latest football match that he had nearly pulled out all his hair from. (It was hilarious, and you thought you might have broken a rib from laughing so hard.)

Quickly, you peeled back the protective case, wincing when the sharp edge snagged at your skin. You eagerly began rifling through the box’s contents. Obviously, there was a mountain pile of more dust, which made you sneeze twice and warranted another check over your shoulder. Somehow, Isack was still oblivious, and you stifled a chuckle.

A fan of papers were wedged at the bottom, some glossy and others matte. You picked up the first one your fingers touched, your eyebrows shooting up when you realized what it was. 

A photograph, from probably a dozen years ago. Isack had to be at least eight or nine years old, with his curly brown hair spilling over his forehead like a bowl of pasta and chubby cheeks that made you squeal with joy. His hands were on his chin, and he was gazing at something you couldn’t see in the photograph. He was absolutely adorable, and you pressed the paper against your chest.

The other photos you had found were from other stages in Isack’s life, but none crossed his teenage years. One was of Isack lifting a golden trophy that was nearly taller than him, a medal slung around his neck, a grin splitting his face as he cheered in victory. It was like he was glowing, positively radiant, as if he were the Sun. Two other boys stood to the sides of him, more muted in their excitement. 

The next photograph you inspected was a young Isack with a camera clasped in his hands, a scarf obscuring part of his face, his chestnut brown puppy-dog eyes peeking through. You fumbled through the box, searching for more, and then –

“So. You found it.”

Your heart jackrabbited in your chest, and you jumped so high you almost took flight. “Oh my God! Isack. I didn’t mean to – it’s not what it looks like – I wasn’t trying to –” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. You were caught red-handed, and your cheeks blazed in a mixture of embarrassment and guilt.

Isack kneeled down, propping himself up next to you. “I forgot about this box. My father gave it to me as a birthday present years ago.”

“Yeah?” you murmured softly, looking at the picture you still had in your hand. “You look adorable in each and every one of them. It should be illegal.”

Isack kissed you on the forehead, lips feather-light. “Vous le pensez?”

“Of course.” You picked up a leftover photograph – one you hadn’t seen yet. Isack was sitting in a bright crimson go-kart, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the upcoming race. His father was angled beside him, giving him advice in his ear. “Look at this, Isack. It’s so precious. I have a horrendous case of cuteness aggression right now.”

Isack laughed, his expression slightly wistful. “I remember when that photograph was taken. It was right before my second race, and I was terrified.”

“Yeah, and then you kicked everyone’s ass,” you shot back. “Like a little French speed demon.”

Isack cocked his head. “I’m not exactly sure I did, but thank you.”

“Always.” You pecked him on the cheek. “I’m sorry, though. This could have been sensitive stuff, and I just intruded without caring.”

Isack shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I wouldn’t have been mad anyway; I don’t want to have secrets between us.”

“I know, that’s why I was surprised.” You bit your lip. “But this is a lovable secret to have kept. I’ve seen loads of them, but it’ll never be enough. Your baby pictures are the sweetest thing ever.”

Isack scoffed. “I’m not a baby in this. I have to be at least ten years old.”

“You’re tiny! I could pick you up in my hands and cuddle you!” you protested loudly.

“Then prove it,” he said as he puffed his chest up. 

You dropped the picture, letting it float down to the ground like a loose flower petal. With your arms outstretched, you jumped on his lap and crashed your lips against his. “I love you, Isack. I think all of these photos – they really solidified what I already knew about you.”

“Oui? And what was that?” Isack inquired, his voice gentle. 

You met his eyes. “That you’re an angel, and I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Merci, ma chérie.” Isack hummed in the shell of your ear, breath tickling hot against your skin. “Je t’aime. But! Now you have to show me some more of your photos. Then we will be equal.”

“Deal!”

Credits: Dividers — @thecutestgrotto

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TEXT ME! ; IH6.

synopsis: A fluffy series of random Text Messages between Y/N L/N and her boyfriend, Isack Hadjar.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Use of swear words in English and French; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Mentions of cheating; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: Continuing the silly text message chain between Isack and Y/N! Feel free to send me an inbox message if you have any requests as to what I should do next! Original | Part Two <3

Credits: Dividers — @puppizai

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spitefully yours ; rival!lando norris au

a message from the author: i had the idea of writing a fake dating, rivals-to-lovers romance spontaneously appear in my brain, and who is more perfect to star as the male main character than mr. lando norris? this will be my first fic with lando as the love interest, so i’m a bit nervous to write him ☹️ love you all 🫶 more under the cut!

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BED CHEM ; IH6.

synopsis: A fic about Isack Hadjar and his girlfriend, Y/N L/N, who decides to ask him about his opinion on threesomes.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Mentions of threesomes; Use of swear words in English and French; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: This is spicier than my previous fics have been; however, I do not write smut. It’s not something I’m comfortable with. Therefore, this fic does involve a sex-related topic, but it is just the discussion surrounding it. No smut is found in here. There are other authors on Tumblr that write it, and I respect them for being able to do so, but I will not be one of them. Thank you!

If there was one fun fact about yourself that you wished you could broadcast to the world without fear of retribution, it would be that you loved to cuddle with your boyfriend. Isack was a little bit shorter than you were — something he would never admit to — but he was the best big spoon you could ask for. He was like an athletic teddy bear with a penchant for swearing colorfully in French.

You rubbed your eyes, tossing fitfully in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, who was diligently studying the next lip sync video that VCARB wanted him to complete. A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you attempted to find another comfortable position and nearly elbowed Isack in his stomach.

Though the bed was comfortably large, Isack had a tendency to stretch out like a starfish, legs and arms splaying out everywhere, even in your portion of the bed. Amused, you poked at his muscled thigh under the blanket, waiting to see his reaction. He looked up from his phone, pausing the video so he wouldn’t lose his place.

“Yes?” Isack asked, quirking one eyebrow. He wasn’t annoyed, just confused. “Is everything OK, Y/N?”

You shook your head, forcing back a grin as you flopped over on your side. “I’m fine. Go back to memorizing your terribly important overused TikTok audio.”

“Ma chérie, I would be extremely foolish if I trusted you right now. I can tell you’re lying.” Isack put his phone down on the nightstand, tugging you closer to him. His body heat billowed out, making you feel like you were melting inside a sauna. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m being serious.” You stuck your tongue out, making him roll his eyes and playfully flick you on your nose. It was a habit of his; he claimed it was something his father used to do to him, and he liked sharing it with you. “There’s nothing wrong, Isack, I swear. Don’t pay attention to me.”

Isack huffed, suddenly caging you in with his strong biceps. He didn’t apply much pressure, but the air was still choked out of your lungs because of how surprised you were. All those hours at the gym lifting weights had not been useless, you thought happily. You quite liked his biceps; they were squishy but firm, and — holy shit, you were going crazy. Apparently you had less oxygen in your lungs than you thought. “I won’t let go until you tell me.” Isack informed you, adjusting his position so it was more efficient at making you surrender. “Now will you listen to me and tell me what’s bothering you? You’ve been flipping around as if you are a dead fish for over an hour now.”

You scrabbled at his arms, but he was telling the truth; his grip on you was too secure. “What’s your opinion on threesomes?” you blurted out a moment later when you realized escape was futile. Embarrassment and regret immediately washed over you, especially since you knew what expressions he must be making. The fact that you could not see Isack’s face was inconsequential.

Confusion. Then horror. A beat passed, then two, as Isack tried to make sense of what you had asked.

“Q…Quoi? Am I doing something wrong?” Isack loosened his vise on you, allowing you to wiggle out and finally breathe unrestrictedly. “Why are you mentioning this to me? Did last night not satisfy you?”

“It did! I’m not…You’re more than fine, I just…” You trailed off, waiting for air to refill your lungs. “I wanted to know your thoughts.”

Isack bit his lip, his tooth peeking out. “Am I not pleasuring you well when we…?” He implored you with wide brown eyes, a moment away from breaking into tears. The sight made your heart crumble. Oh God, forgive me for making Isack upset, you bemoaned internally. “I thought you were happy with me. I didn’t know you weren’t, and I’m sorry for not paying enough attention to you to realize. Je suis désolé.”

You bolted up, almost breaking Isack’s nose in the process, and winced. “Oh. My. God. Isack. I am! I am happy with you! It was just a question! Why would you think I wasn’t happy with you?”

“Are you sure?” Isack was still worried. “If you need someone else to pleasure you, then I am not doing my job right. Why are you asking if this is not true?”

You palmed your forehead. “I’m more than satisfied! I swear on my soul — if I have one, which I do —, I very much do not want a threesome.” Your nose crinkled as you imagined how it would play out. Isack would be possessive, and rightfully so. And whoever the other man was? He wouldn’t be half as good as your boyfriend was. “Other men are disgusting, and I don’t know any women who would want to join in.”

Isack scoffed. “Men are disgusting? Merci beaucoup, Y/N.”

“I said, ‘other men’! You’re actually pretty hygienic,” you retorted defensively. “I only brought this up because the book I’m reading…It has a threesome in it. I thought it was really sexy. Also, you’re French, and a ménage à trois is as French as croissants or the Eiffel Tower.” And you were curious to see what his perspective was, but it was not going well!

“Well,” Isack blew out a breath, pondering. “It’s fine for other people, I guess. They can do what they want. I am not involved; it is their business to deal with. But I’m not interested in that for me. For us. You’re everything I need, and anyways, I don’t want to share you. Je t’aime absolument putain, OK?”

You kissed him on his forehead. “I understand, Isack. I love you too, and I hope you know I was not asking for one.”

“Good.” Isack touched your chin, his eyes searching yours. “Now can I get back to that video, or are you going to ask me any more questions?”

Credits: Dividers — @dollywons

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IT’S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND ; MEET THE CHARACTERS!

a message from gabs: hiii! i can’t believe i’m starting another au, but here we are. 😋 this is for the friends/new girl!au that i made a poll about. so, without further ado, here are the residents of apex apartments! more details coming soon 🙂‍↕️

Y/N L/N.

• max verstappen’s daughter!au // daughter of the landlord

• age: 19

• traits: whimsical, silly, light-hearted, a bit indecisive

• pet peeves: wet socks, chores, chipped nailpolish

• hobbies: reading, arts and crafts, making boards on pinterest

• secretly has a crush on one of the boys who live on the floor below her

Ollie Bearman.

• roommates with kimi antonelli and franco colapinto

Isack Hadjar.

• roommates with liam lawson and gabriel bortoleto

Kimi Antonelli.

• roommates with ollie bearman and franco colapinto

Gabriel Bortoleto.

• roommates with isack hadjar and liam lawson

Liam Lawson.

• roommates with isack hadjar and gabriel bortoleto

Franco Colapinto.

• roommates with ollie bearman and kimi antonelli

Max Verstappen.

• father of y/n l/n

• landlord of apex apartments

Fernando Alonso.

• the man who lives next door to y/n l/n and max verstappen

• is max verstappen’s spy, reports on what y/n l/n does with the boys

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A MOMENT OF SUN.

synopsis: Or the one where Y/N L/N is invited to a bonfire on the beach, and she begins to dismantle the armor Isack Hadjar has built around himself.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Mentions of alcohol and intoxication; Use of swear words in English, French, and Spanish; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: This is the third installment of my Sunkissed series.

Whoever had invented surfing must have had a kink for masochism. You toppled off of your surfboard, swallowing a mouthful of salty water as you lost control. Once your head popped out, and you regained the capability of speech, you let out a long string of expletives. “Fuck this!” you yelled.

A warm hand touched your back, guiding you up onto your surfboard. “One more chance, please.” Isack implored, his brown eyes pleading like a puppy’s. “You just need practice. Your body will adjust, and you will succeed.”

You curled your hands into fists, but listened to Isack, standing back up and positioning your body correctly. “I don’t know how you’re so good at this.”

“Years of experience.”

You scoffed. “I don’t have years to waste on this.”

Isack shrugged one shoulder as he shifted the angles of your body, making it a little more bent at the knee. “You cannot always expect to be perfect.”

A wave roiled in front of you, and you let the board float over it. “This is so hard! I hate you!” you shrieked as the force almost knocked you down again.

Isack didn’t dignify your outburst with a response, just continued to bob with the ocean like the skilled surfer he was. 

Someone wolf-whistled behind you, the sound carrying over the sound of the rushing water and making Isack freeze in place. “Good job, chica!”

You turned your body to look for the source, recognizing the lean man standing a few feet away, his arms on his hips, glasses lowered on his nose. “Franco!” you lowered yourself from the surfboard, tugging it behind you as you headed over to him. Isack muttered something indecipherable, but you ignored him.

“Why did you stop? I was enjoying the view,” Franco protested teasingly. “You’re doing so well.”

You shoved him playfully. “Don’t even.”

“I’m going over to the bar,” informed Franco, a glint in his eye. “Paul said he wants some company. Want to join me?”

“Can Isack come too?” you inquired.

Franco blinked. “Of course!” he said, a little too hastily.

“Then, sure. Take us to your leader.”

Paul was busy wiping off the bar counter when the three of you walked in. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned, revealing tanned skin dotted with moles…and toned muscles, proving that Paul definitely knew his way around a gym. “Hey,” he greeted you.

“Can I get a whiskey?” Franco walked over to the bar, pointing at a faded bottle on the shelf. “Por favor.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want drunk companions.”

Franco tsked under his breath. “Don’t be a party pooper, Paulito. Come on, just a few shots. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”

Meanwhile, Isack pulled out a stool for you to sit on. You situated yourself, propping your elbows up on the glistening surface and watching as Paul bickered with Franco. “Want anything to drink?” he murmured in the shell of your ear, and you straightened.

You shook your head. “Not a big drinker, so I’m all good. You?”

“Same,” he agreed. “When you want to leave, just let me know, and I’ll get you out. They can be a bit much sometimes. Even for me, and I’ve known them for years and years.”

You grinned. “Tell me all about it.”

“They were the stereotypical jokesters,” Isack supplied conspiratorially. “Right?”

Franco and Paul stopped in the middle of their conversation. “If you’re talking shit about the time I put a Whoopie Cushion on Mademoiselle Pêcheur’s chair, please stop. You’re going to ruin my reputation,” Franco whined. “And Paul’s done worse.”

Paul flicked the back of Franco’s head. “Shut up, dickhead.”

“He didn’t tell me that, but I’ll file it in my brain for future use,” you said mischievously. It wasn’t hard to imagine Franco and Paul as a pair of pranksters; they still had that childish, immature look in them. That’s what drew you to them; the magnetic pull of a good time. 

Isack’s lips quirked. “I always had to get them out of trouble. The teachers loved me.”

“Yeah, because you were a fucking teacher’s pet.” Paul jabbed a finger at Isack. “They all swooned over you. Mister Perfect, All A+ Star Student.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So what I’m hearing is that Isack was a nerd?”

“Big time.” Paul and Franco nodded vigorously, and Isack flushed bright red like a tomato.

Isack scowled, putting his head in his hands. “At least I have a brain. The same cannot be said for the two of you. Des idiots.”

“We have a brain too! We just choose not to use it,” Franco retorted. “God forbid a man wants to be whimsical once in a while.”

Isack affixed them with a sour look. “Except it’s not once in a while. It’s every day.”

Paul brushed him off. “Shhh.”

“So, Y/N. Have we convinced you?” It had been almost an hour and a half since you had first entered Paul’s bar. Despite the fact that the company you were with was bright and merry, you found yourself dozing off. The accented lilt of Franco’s voice drifted over to you, and you startled.

You blinked, slowly gaining back your sense of reality. The heat, unimpeded by the rolling waves of the beach, had been making you euphoric. “Hm?” 

The Frenchman waved a hand in front of your face, an exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. Isack’s tanned face was slightly flushed, but his sharp brown eyes were screwed up in annoyance. “Did you hear anything that he just said?”

You shook your head, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” That something had been your ex-boyfriend, James. Though it had been nearly a fortnight since you had fled your hometown, seeking comfort in a beach town in France, he had plagued your mind nearly nonstop. Only Isack possessed the ability to quell your nerves, and it seemed like he was slowly losing that power. You had blocked James on every social media platform possible, but you knew it was a matter of time until he extorted someone close to you in order to send manipulative messages.

It was something you knew he could do all too well. 

“Yeah?” Concern immediately erased the annoyance from Isack’s features. “Is everything OK?”

You brushed him off, unwilling to be fawned over like a child. The last thing you needed was Isack infantilizing you and acting as if you could fall apart at any minute. “Don’t worry, Isack. I’m fine.”

You could tell that Isack wasn’t buying your meager excuses, but he swallowed back any further questions. “Franco and Paul are hosting a bonfire tomorrow night. Do you want to go?” he repeated himself, drumming his fingers on his kneecap.

You pondered the question for a moment, weighing your options. It was either languishing in your hotel room, watching old reruns of romcoms and lamenting your life, or distracting yourself with s’mores – and Isack. “Sure, why not,” you conceded. “Might be fun.”

“Bien, so we’ll see you there!” Franco cheered, slapping you not-so-gently on your back. “Now we just have to convince grumpy Isack to go, and we’ll be all set.”

The bonfire crackled in front of you, sending sparks of orange-red flame into the night sky. People – most of whom you had never met before – were speckled across the beach, caressing each other and downing the drinks that Paul had brought to the party. Isack draped his sweater over your shoulder, tucking you in closer to him. “Everything OK?”

“I’m great,” you promised, sipping at the Shirley Temple that Gabi had brought over to you. “It’s all good.”

Isack smirked. “Are you sure there isn’t any alcohol in that?”

“Fuck off,” you sulked. “I’m not…Paul wouldn’t do that.”

“Stay near me so I can keep an eye on you, yeah? Just in case,” Isack advised. “I don’t want you setting yourself on fire.”

Two boys stumbled over to where you were perched, clumsily falling over each other as they sat down in the sand and spraying water all over the both of you. They must have been the couple goofing off in the ocean, you surmised. “Bonjour, Ollie and Kimi,” Isack said, waving at them. They must have been special: these were the first boys Isack did not act surly and petulant with. 

“Ciao.” The one that Isack called Kimi gave you a wide smile, his brown hair blown back by the buffeting wind. “Who is this?”

“I’m Y/N. I’m visiting for the summer.”

Ollie, his companion, nodded his head, nose scrunching. “Yeah, we are too. We have a beach house here.”

“Yeah? You like it here?” you inquired. “Where do you usually live?”

The pair looked at each other. “Monaco,” they said in unison, and your eyebrows flew up. These were some rich men; even James didn’t have a quarter of the wealth they had amassed. Oh, boy, would James be pissed at being outdone, especially by these boys. They barely looked above school age. You stifled a chuckle. “We have a small flat by Port Hercule.”

“That’s awesome.”

“OK, Kimi, we should probably go. It’s late, and you smell like bourbon. You’re going to have one wicked hangover tomorrow morning.” Ollie pressed a kiss to Kimi’s forehead, and snuggled himself into the crook of his shoulder. “Time to get up, tesoro.”

Isack leaned down to you, filling you in. “They’ve been dating for almost three years now.”

“How old are they?” you said, surprised.

“Eighteen and nineteen.” Isack tossed a piece of wood into the fire. “Aren’t they adorable?”

“Sickeningly so,” a voice behind you said. It was Gabi, his hair obscured by a backwards neon-green baseball cap. “Makes my stomach churn.”

“Sorry that your tummy can’t handle romance,” you teased. 

Gabi chortled. “Oh, you’re funny. I like you.”

“Thanks,” you grinned. 

Gabi crossed his legs over each other, sitting down next to you and prodding at an ant skittering through the sand with a stick. “Has Isack ever told you about how he got into surfing?”

You spun your gaze up to Isack, who had suddenly turned into stone. “No…What is there to say about it?”

“My grandfather liked to wake up early in the morning and go to the beach, before the low tide kicked in.” Isack avoided meeting your eyes. “And he taught me.”

“That’s sweet.” You bumped him casually on the shoulder. “My grandmother taught me how to sew.”

A ghost of a smile wisped over Isack’s face. “Remind me not to get on your bad side. I don’t want to become a pincushion for your sewing needles.”

You giggled. “I’d never do that to you. Maybe.”

“My grandfather passed away a few months ago. That’s why I’m so…reserved about this. But I love surfing, and I’ll always be grateful for him teaching me. I feel like, every time I get on the board, it’s as if he is right next to me. A small part of him lives on, as long as I surf.” Isack’s lips thinned. “That’s why I wanted to teach you so badly. Because maybe one day…”

“One day it’ll be a gift I can pass on to my grandchildren,” you finished. 

“Yes,” Isack agreed simply. 

You rested your head on his shoulder. “You’re a very thoughtful person, you know that? I spent most of my life with a boyfriend who never paid the slightest attention to me. But it’s been only a fortnight, and you’ve already discovered so much of me. Things that he never cared to know about.”

“That’s because I care about you.” Isack’s voice was suddenly raspy. “So much.”

Gabi clapped loudly, slicing an invisible knife through the air in a frustrating – and successful – attempt to break the moment. “Please don’t make out in front of me. I will throw up.”

Isack snarled something in French. “Then leave.”

“Oh, pelo amor de Deus.” Gabi stormed off, giving you the bird and haughtily marching away like he had been personally affronted.

Once Isack had deemed Gabi to be a safe distance away, Isack cradled your face in his hands. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to. The last thing I want to do is rush things, and fuck this up with you. Because you’re someone I didn’t know I needed.” Isack paused, faltering slightly. “You’re a piece of me I didn’t know I was missing. And I’ll wait as long as you need, until you’re ready.”

Credits: Dividers — @bernardsbendystraws

Taglist (comment if you want to be added): @linnygirl09 @destinyg237 @cars-and-frogs @freyathehuntress @imdyinghelpplease @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jessica3478

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Yes a new girls au would be amazing honestly

yay!! thank you so much for letting me know, i’m going to start working on it very soon 😋

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chat….

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YOUNG LOVE ; UNIVERSITY!AU.

synopsis: They say that high school are the best years of your life. . .But welcome to YUN, where three love interests are waiting in the wings for you. Freshman!Isack Hadjar, who is assigned as your partner for a physics project. Junior!Oscar Piastri, who is the lead manager of your new workplace. And Senior!Max Verstappen, who is your Dutch tutor.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Depiction of a love triangle; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: When I tell you, this took me over a week to make. . . Think of this as a Gossip Girl!AU, but set at a University (Your University Name, or YUN for short). There are three love interests, plus some cameos from extra characters (Yes, Lando and Oscar are dating in this). At the end, you will choose which love interest you want. I am so curious to see who you all like the most! Enough of my yapping, I hope you love this just as much as I do. Have fun reading!

yourusername First year at YUN has officially started!

comments 150

user1 Very excited!

user2 Can’t believe we’re already in uni

user3 Time flies 🥹

user4 What are you majoring in again?

user5 Has anyone downloaded the YUN Gossip app?

user6 OMG yes! Heard it was where everything goes down…

yourbffusername Best roomie 😋

yourusername All set up!

yourbffusername replied to the Instagram story

So aesthetic 😍

user7 replied to the Instagram story

Love the layout!

user8 replied to the Instagram story

What dorm are you in? Your room looks awesome!

user9 replied to the Instagram story

Littt ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user10 replied to the Instagram story

Miss you already!!

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isackhadjar Hello Y/N, it is nice to see someone who shares the same major. Programming has always been an interest of mine, though coding does give me a headache sometimes.

user11 Hi Y/N, I am also from England, but I’m native to Oxford. You’re so lucky to be born in London! I visited once and it was super interesting. Have you ever taken a tour inside Buckingham Palace?

user12 Hey Y/N, I’m a freshman as well! Are you nervous at all for the next four years? My sister just graduated last year as a Psychology major, but I’m majoring in Chemistry. I’ve heard some things about how tough college is, but I think we’ll both make it through!

|| [NEW EMAIL]

From: Professor Yates (emeyates@yun.org)

To: PHY3009

BCC: Physics Project (DUE 08/30)

Dear Class,

For those who missed today’s lecture, a new project has been assigned for this class. Partners were listed on the whiteboard, and a photo is attached to this email. If there are any concerns with these pairings I have selected, please let me know by 08/17.

Thank you all, and have a great day.

Sincerely.

Professor Emelia Yates

🖇️ phy3009partners.png

yourusername

comments 24

isackhadjar WHY THAT PHOTO?? I feel betrayed

user11 Summer I Turned Pretty mention! 💖

user12 HAHAHA 3rd slide

user13 Slayyy

yourbffusername <3

user14 LOL 😭 😭 😭

|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [08/19] — Looks like Christmas will be coming to YUN early, because Die Hard will be playing at the Wilson Theater on 08/22. Buy tickets now!

|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [08/22] — Leaked photos attached between Freshman Isack Hadjar and rumored girlfriend at YUN movie night!

|| [NEW EMAIL]

From: Oscar Piastri (oscpiastri@mayleaf.com)

To: Y/N L/N (ynln@yun.org)

BCC: Interview

Dear Y/N L/N,

Thank you for applying for a position at Mayleaf Books. We appreciate your interest at working at our bookstore. Combined with your previous experience, we would like to offer you a role as sales associate. The starting pay is $12 per hour.

Please respond to this email as soon as possible to ensure that you are accepting this position.

Regards,

Oscar Piastri (Lead Manager)

yourusername Everyone calls him polite cat, but I think he’s really a grumpy cat. Comparison post coming soon.

oscarpiastri replied to the Instagram story

Stop playing around and maybe I’d be nicer to you

user15 replied to the Instagram story

Seeing Oscar Piastri slander on my feed was NOT expected, but I’ll take it!

user16 replied to the Instagram story

I SEE IT 🫢

user17 replied to the Instagram story

Wait because you’re cooking...

yourbffusername replied to the Instagram story

He’s lowkey fineeee 🥵🥵🥵

yourusername God bless Nora Roberts

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user18 SEND ME BOOK RECS

user19 I love her books too, OMG! 🤯

user20 Cool book haul!

oscarpiastri Looks like those are interesting books. Let me know how they are once you have read them.

user21 Love this 💓💓

|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [01/02] — Junior Oscar Piastri caught in a passionate makeout session with Junior Lando Norris and unknown girl inside Mayleaf Books!

|| [NEW EMAIL]

From: Fernando Alonso (feralonso@yun.org)

To: Y/N L/N (ynln@yun.org)

BCC: New Classes for the Spring Semester

Dear Students,

New classes will be added to the curriculum starting this spring. A full comprehensive list can be found in the attachment of this email. If there are any concerns, send them forward to jenbutton@yun.org.

Respectfully,

Fernando Alonso (Dean)

🖇️ springclasses.pdf

yourusername Another long day at the library. #I HATE DUTCH.

user22 replied to the Instagram story

Me right now with French 🤝

user23 replied to the Instagram story

Most valid crash out

yourbffusername replied to the Instagram story

Sighh 😥

maxverstappen replied to the Instagram story

Maybe if you listened to me, you would like it more. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

yourusername Guess I have to thank maxverstappen now 😔

user24 replied to the Instagram story

No, his ego will get too big and he will float away 😓

user25 replied to the Instagram story

AWESOME! 🎉

user26 replied to the Instagram story

Yes queen!! Academic weapon 🤓🤓

maxverstappen replied to your Instagram story

See? I knew you could do it. You are very smart when you want to be. Want to celebrate? I know just the spot.

|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [03/09] — Senior Max Verstappen seen leaving Keeley Bar with mystery woman. Unknown whether it is his girlfriend or not...

Credits: Dividers — @bernardsbendystraws; Graphics — Both Pinterest and self-made

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i dont know if im too late to this or not but congrats gabs 🫶🏻 can i request some headcanons about oscar spy!au?

OMG YES I LOVE THIS! thank you for sending in an ask 🩷 more below the cut!

• spy!oscar acts detached, pretending he does not care about anyone. but you know that this isn’t the truth — one time in the middle of a mission, he had to choose between abandoning you and saving his own skin or potentially dying, but saving you. and he chose the second one.

• spy!oscar hates you the minute he lays his eyes on you. he writes you off as a pretty, vapid girl who only managed to end up in the task unit because of personal connections (ie, daddy’s money). then he sees you fighting in the ring, absolutely obliterating a man twice your size, and everything he thought he knew about you was shattered. it was the moment he fell in love with you.

• spy!oscar who constantly competes with you in every opportunity that there is. boxing, sharpshooting… even trying to outlast you in endurance lessons. he trains for hours to ensure that he wins. in fact, he even pierced himself in the foot (by accident!) trying to improve his archery skills.

• spy!oscar who signs up for a mission with you, specifically requesting to be your sidekick because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your back. this is before you start dating, and you still hate his guts because he behaves so strangely towards you. after spending time with him in close proximity, you realize that he has a big heart — one that he tries to hide.

• spy!oscar who, in the middle of a fist fight, spun and pinned you against the wall, putting his previously sheathed knife on your throat. he told you to either surrender, or be kissed. at first, you think you misunderstood what he had said, and your mind goes blank. even more so when his lips crash against yours, and you melt into the wall.

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TWEETHEART ; IH6.

synopsis: A fluffy SMAU (Social Media Alternate Universe) about Y/N L/N and Isack Hadjar. When Y/N L/N posts a thirsty tweet about the rookie F1 driver, the last thing she expects is for him to respond.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Descriptions of romantic and suggestive comments

a message from the author: I feel like, out of all the drivers, this would happen to Isack. This is short and sweet — it’s highkey insta-love — but I hope you enjoy it all the same! 😁

yourusername Guess I’m a Red Bull fan now 😍

isackhadjar replied to your Story

Ma belle ❤️🔥

isackhadjar Who knew Twitter would be my ultimate wingman? Je t’aime, Y/N 💝

comments 2.5k

user7 SO CUTE 🥰

user8 I love my manifestation queen

user9 Girlboss!!

visacashapprb Congratulations to the new couple! We loved seeing Y/N in the paddock.

user10 Y/N and Isack 🤭🤭

user11 Girl was thirsting over him. And it worked

liamlawson ❤️❤️

user12 Double date when?

yourusername God bless Twitter. Love you so much, Isack 🫶

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F1 FAN TICKETS.

If you save and/or use, please credit. I put a lot of effort into these. You can also request other drivers in my inbox!

Credits: Design — Original (Made on Canva); Photos — Pinterest and Google; Signature — Google