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dannyriccsystem · 2 months ago

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i love your oscar fic!! we need more. what about oscar dating fernando alonso's daughter and him finding out and being every supportive, meanwhile the whole grid is teasing them

GOT A LITTLE TASTE OF YOUR LOVE THE OTHER DAY!

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Oscar Piastri dating Alonso’s daughter… You!

Warnings: Y/N usage, slightly broken Spanish (been a few years I’m rusty), PAPA FERNANDO

Featuring: Oscar Piastri x Alonso!Reader

SO MANY OSCAR REQUESTS expect so much more for him soon! I love Oscar this is perfect

y/n.alonso

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y/n.alonso My summer break 🫶 Ft. Mi gente favorita 😙❤️

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username1 - Prettiest girl ever

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friend.user1 - Beautiful girl ❤️ Te amo 😍

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y/n.alonso - stoopp you’re beautiful

fernandoalo_oficial - Mi pequeña niña ❤️ All grown up

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y/n.alonso - te amo papa 🥹

username2 - IS THAT A MAN IN THE LAST SLIDE

username3 - QUICK. EVERYONE ANALYZE THAT JAWLINE RIGHT NOW.

> username4 - COMPARE IT TO EVERYONE SHE FOLLOWS

> username5 - WE MUST PROTECT HER 🫡

username6 - These comments are crazy 😭

friend.user2 - Best summer ever ☺️ Such a joy

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lance_stroll - 👍

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y/n.alonso - Thanks Lance very cool

> username7 - IS IT HIM?

> username8 - girl 💀

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Nice break 👍 Time to get back into the swing of things. 🏎️

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username9 - Getting major boyfriend energy here

username10 - Let’s go Osc!! 🧡 Papaya boys got this

lando - Mate hired a professional photographer 😂

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username11 - no because seriously who is taking his photos for him

opeightyone - Back on track🔥🙌

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lnfour - Let’s aim for P2 (Gotta save P1 for the best 😉)

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y/n.alonso - FERNANDO ALONSO P1!!🗣️🔥

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> username12 - rare Y/N sighting…

> oscarpiastri - He may be young but he’s done it 🔥

username13 - Y/N and Oscar. The duo we didn’t know we needed

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial Mi princesita 😂 Still just as bossy

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username14 - I live for Nando dad content

y/n.alonso - Stop this made me cry 🥹 I love you papa thank you for everything

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oscarpiastri - What a queen

username15 - ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AHA

georgerussell63 - Who is this diva?

opeightyone - Admin’s fav girl 🫶

username16 - I feel like I’m being left out on a big inside jokes

> username17 - No real

Summer break for Formula One drivers had officially ended, landing them back in the competition for the Dutch grand prix. All the way over in Zandvoort.

You and Oscar were making your couple’s debut amongst the rest of the grid, excluding your father. You both had to calmly sit him down over dinner and explain that you were in love, and nothing would change that. Despite how protective he had been in the past, Papa Nando seemed to take the news quite well.

“Well, there were worse options. Could have been Lando,” you remember him saying as he patted your boyfriend on the back, who seemed gobsmacked at the polite reaction to such big news. The older gentleman offered him a hug, which settled their newfound father-son dynamic.

It was always interesting to see your father and your boyfriend interact, on or off the track. They seemed so unlike, but their chemistry balanced out nicely. Fernando always teased your boyfriend, making comments such as “I started racing before you were even born�� and “you’re so young, I can’t believe you’re dating my daughter!” despite the fact you were only a few months older than Oscar.

You stepped into the paddock holding his hand, feeling oddly nervous. It shouldn’t have mattered since only the most important people in your life knew— That being Oscar and Fernando, although you were pretty sure Lando and Lance figured it out as well— but it was always a strange feeling to make your relationship public.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard someone call out, “Y/N!” Oscar’s hands squeezed yours reassuringly as you turned around to see Lewis rolling towards you on his scooter. He had his bright Ferrari red kit on, with a pair of sunglasses and a hat to pull the look together. “Are you here with your d…” His eyes trailed down, and he paused knowingly. “Oscar!” He cheered, clapping him on the shoulder aggressively. Your boyfriend flinched, a grimace of a smile popping up. “Moving up in life! Congrats.”

“Thank you, Lewis.” You answered for him. “But no, I haven’t seen my dad. Check his garage.” He nodded, giving you both one last glance over before rolling off again. “Charming as ever,” You reply teasingly.

“Yeah. Charming…”

The teasing didn’t end there. Being Fernando’s daughter meant a lot of these guys watched you grow up. You were there running around the tracks while some of them were in their rookie years— For anyone wanting to become a dad themself, you were probably good practice.

After Lewis came Max, who just made a few jokes about Fernando targeting him on the track now. Then came George, who went on a whole rant about how the fans would react, but ended it with a congratulations. Next was Leclerc, and then Sainz, and then Albon… It was driver after driver leaving a little teasing remark.

By the end, you were getting a bit tired of it. Not angry or upset, just… Feeling like you had to force a laugh with every joke that was said. When it seemed like they all had their share with poking fun, the both of you were sitting in Oscar’s driving room.

You watched him organize some of his stuff for the weekend quietly. Finally, he broke the silence when he came to kiss your scalp, “Well, we never have to do that again at least.”

Yeah, no. The teasing didn’t stop there.

y/n.alonso

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y/n.alonso My boyfriend makes the same face all the time. 🙂

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username18 - SORRY??? boyfriend?! like. BOYFRIEND?

username19 - She knew what the people wanted when she posted these

opeightyone - Promoted to our best photographer 📸

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y/n.alonso - how much am I being paid

> oscarpiastri - My love is payment enough?

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> y/n.alonso - Sigh. I guess

fernandoalo.oficial - Nice kid 😀

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y/n.alonso - Gracias papa 😇☺️🫶

username20 - PAPA NANDO APPROVES

username21 - HARD LAUNCH ERA!!

oscarpiastri - 🙂

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y/n.alonso - Wouldn’t have you any other way 🙂

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afterglowsainz · 8 months ago

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gold rush | franco colapinto

pairing: brazilian!vet!reader x franco colapinto

summary: you were used to your boyfriend’s flirty personality, but still every now and then you couldn’t help getting jealous

fc: beca oliveira

request: here

a/n: i haven’t done a written fic in so long please bear with me 😭

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yourusername patients of the week 💖

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friend1 the cutest!

friend2 the way i couldn’t be a vet cause i would just be kissing them all the time

yourusername oh don’t get it twisted i am kissing them 24/7

bffusername dream job

friend3 how does it feel to live my dream 😭

francolapinto los amo😍 (i love them)

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francolapinto ready for another race week 🤩

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username always with the mate

username ugh just look at him!

username didn’t expect my crush on this man to last this long

username casually serving face on the first pic

username idk how to explain this but he looks like a taylor swift song

yourusername agree

username omg girl hey 💕

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There was no reason to be angry. No real reason, anyway. Deep down in your mind and at the core of your heart, you knew there was no way Franco was seriously flirting with anyone but you. Your heart on the other hand...

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since joining F1, Franco had become known for his flirtatious personality and undeniable charm; it was part of who he was, and it had never really bothered you before—you knew what he was like. So why were you suddenly so upset after watching that interview everyone was talking about on Twitter?

The answer was so obvious you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but it was staring you right in the face. The reporter was what bothered you. It wasn’t her specifically, of course—you’d seen her a few times and knew she was the picture of professionalism, not to mention charming. But she was completely different from you. It was no secret that Franco had always liked blondes.

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Damn. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with that single message.

Franco had never really stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. Of course he had seen comments online about his interviews, but he never worried about how his girlfriend might interpret them. He was simply doing his job by giving interviews to journalists. If there was someone his age he could feel relaxed around, he would do so—it was part of his personality. But he would never disrespect his girlfriend by insinuating something more. She was everything to him.

Franco quickly went to Twitter to look up the interview video he had given hours earlier. As he analyzed it, he realized how some of the things he said or the way he expressed himself could come off as insinuations on his part, and he cursed himself internally, imagining his girlfriend watching the same video.

He had to fix this, and fast.

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francolapinto special gp coming 🇧🇷 (in the country of the most special person)

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username ngl i sometimes be forgetting he has a girlfriend

username THE ABSOLUTE GODDESS

username franco move i’m tryna see y/n

username the hand placement 🥺

username the power couple they are

username in love with them

yourusername okay i guess i might forgive you just this once 🙄

francolapinto i love you (only you) ❤️

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itheunknown · 3 months ago

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odi et amo - (04) nobody there

negelected! meta! reader x platonic! batfam

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(TW) : emotional neglect, self-destructive behaviour, self-harm, suicide, depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, underage smoking, underage drinking, alcohol abuse, depression, bpd, depictions of mental illness, violence, trauma, ...

the grip on your shoulders feel like shackles.

your mother had been requested, which meant you, as the replacement, had been dragged out by your aunt to fulfill it.

her grip tightens.

"oh dear child, my protégé, tell me, what does he say."

a ghastly being stares back at you. large, terrifying, unsightly, not bearing a single resemblance to the man in the picture placed on the table in the middle of a drawn out ritual circle, lighted candles flickering in front of you.

your voice is stuck in your throat, your breath hitches everytime you try to speak.

"come on child, tell the client what his soul says!"

a tear rolls down your face as you blink hard, hoping for the entity to disappear when your eyes open like it was merely a bad dream.

it doesn't.

nails digging into your shoulders, your aunt grows impatient.

" there's-", you trip over your words, your throat feels like sandpaper, "there's no one there."

sharp rows of teeth shine.

you close your eyes harshly and whisper, defeated.

"there's no one there."

"but there was no one there, bruce!"

very rarely had pennyworth ever only referred to his father by his first name, damian notes, and it's usually when he cannot keep his cool, which is also rare.

damian had been sitting in bruce's office discussing a variety of things and everything was going accordingly. that was, until alfred had bursted through the doors after knocking rapidly, not even waiting for a reply, stating that he had something important to discuss with bruce.

damian almost told him off had it not been for the panicked look in alfred's eyes, the sheen of cold sweat on his forehead and his disheveled clothes - contrasting his usual professionalism. bruce, too, grew slightly weary of alfred's state before sending damian out with an apology and a promise to make it up to him some time after so he and pennyworth could discuss in private.

of course, he does not leave immediately, lingering outside the closed door to listen in on what was so important for his time to be interrupted.

and then, he saw you, standing to the side, with your head lowered leaning against the wall.

he scoffs, "aren't you a little old for imaginary friends?"

you stood there motionless, the shadow casted on your face does not betray the twitch of your frown.

"i knew you were pathetic but what are you, 5? are you so unbearable that nobody real can tolerate you?"

he crosses his arm and scowls at you, further irritated by the lack of your reaction.

you wordlessly pushed yourself off the walls. whatever else he wanted to voice died in his throat when you had casted him a look, before making your way back to your room.

damian only stares at your retreating back, the emptiness in your eyes haunts him.

you loved your friends, they meant everything to you. they were the light of your life

you can't wrap your head around this.

your friends were real! they had been there for you when nobody else had, listened to you when nobody else did. they were your everything.

your friends, your dear friends.

but then, what were their names?

no no no no they were real!

how could this happen?

how could you let this happen?

you scream, your hands pull on your hair, you can't believe this. they were real, they made you feel real, their existence meant that you were worthy of being known, of being loved.

this can't be happening, you don't even remember their names?

all the memories you’ve shared, you try to recall what they look like - anything at all, yet your brain comes up with a blurred mess of imagery. how could you mourn them if you don’t remember anything significant? how could you mourn something that never existed?

your brain hammers in your head, your eyes burn from how much you've cried, your voice is hoarse, your hair a tangled mess, is this what madness feels like?

you're alone, you have always been alone.

alone, unworthy of love.

you turn to look in the mirror.

and the silhouettes of your friends standing beside your reflection stares back.

cassandra makes her way down the hall, the sunlight spilling through the window basking everything in its warmth. it's the one of those rare weekends in which she was unoccupied, and so she decided to take a little walk around the manor while a soft ballad plays through the wired earphones. this time, she decided to walk through the more secluded part of the mansion, not having explored this area in some time; it looked quite barren, barely any decorations and the slight clouds of dust that could only be seen under the light floats in the air.

she walks leisurely, sometimes stopping to gaze at the rare occurrence of a piece of interior set in the long stretch of emptiness. the stroll continued this way until her eyes landed on a door that was not locked from the outside like the others. curious, she knocked on the door lightly, waiting for any indication that someone was inside. when she hears nothing, cass turns the knob and opens the door cautiously.

in the dark of your room, things strewn across the floor, only illuminated by the warm light from the doorway, heavily contrasting the cold, blue hue. in the center of the untidy, you laid curled up. your blanket pulled halfway off the bed to cover your form.

your eyes were wide open, all red rimmed and heavy with burden. cassandra turns to the direction where your eyes are trained on, only to find what she could presume was a mirror draped in one of alfred’s old tablecloths.

you had not made a peep, your eyes never leaving the covered mirror to acknowledge her. she takes a hesitant step inside, an involuntary shiver runs down her spine due to the significant drop in temperature with careful and slow steps, not wanting to startle you and avoid stepping on any objects.

still, with her standing in between you and the object, your eyes remained trained on it through the gaps of her legs. cassandra can feel the paranoia radiating off of you, she's never seen it this intense on anyone before.

cass crouched down before you, she reaches out slowly as if you're a frightened animal, carefully pulling the strands of hair clinging to your forehead behind your ears gently.

you still don't react.

your eyes locked forward, as if you feared something might happen if you were to look away for a single moment.

she lightly huffs and turns around, pulling the cloth to the side to investigate. only then did you stir out of your trance.

“don’t”, you croak out, exhausted, “don’t let them see me.”

your voice dips into a whisper that she nearly missed.

“they can’t see me fail them like this.”

you had been avoiding all surfaces that could reflect, always seeing your friends distorted presence on them. from covering the mirror in the bathroom to swapping to plastic utensils and paper plates for the metal and ceramics would concur their image whenever you look at them.

all you could do was run away from this reality, try to steer clear from facing whatever unfortunate nightmare your brain conjures up to fill in the gaps.

it’s especially hard on rainy days like these, when bodies of water would collect beneath your feet and you’d see them stare straight up at you, as if their claws would reach out to drag you down beneath the surface to join them.

time and time again, you’d linger behind the very same secluded area of school as before, yet no longer do your friends come find you as you smoked away, but the echo of their memories still flashes at the back of your mind, like a faulty roll of film.

you wish they came back as a dream, not this shadow warped beyond recognition.

this memory feels like punishment.

you take a drag, you exhale.

teeth stained with smoke.

it’s routine, though you don’t feel the same.

everything had changed.

and you don’t know what to do.

it’s been a week since then. you’re no longer going out of your way to avoid reflections like the plague, but your gaze always remains downcast at the tiles when using the school bathrooms to avoid an accidental glance at the mirror.

you can’t avoid them forever, you see them on the shiny door knobs, the gloss of the marble, the shine of porcelain, you even see them when you close your eyes - their faces unrecognizable, different every time, turning inhuman and haunting.

it’s better this way, it’s better to accept it. you deserve this.

especially since they start to creep at you from the corner of your eyes, demanding your attention.

you’re sure your grades had slipped, unable to focus on anything from the lack of rest. your mind always alert, your body constantly in flight or fight, you’d jolt awake immediately after dozing off and seeing flashes of their eyes. the worst part is that you feel guilty: guilty for not remembering anything about them. the rational side of you had come to terms with the fact that your mind had made them up, but despite this you've been unable to let them go. you’ve always prided yourself for being logical and level-headed.

it’s just a way you had coped, you made these people up because you were so alone. they're not real. even if they made you feel real.

it was such a simple explanation, yet the nagging feeling born from the irrational side of your brain suggests otherwise; the guilt gnaws at you like a chew toy.

the silence in the manor now feels so loud. you never knew if there were any further discussions between bruce and alfred, or if damian or cassandra had told anyone else in the family. life had just seemed to move on, as if it was just some insignificant issue that no one could be bothered to pick up and enquire any further. you had forced yourself to move on too, set back into pace and complete your goals. you were truly alone.

or were you, even as they start beckoning your name?

a bottle smashes near your feet while you wipe the table, trying to scrub out the melted wax left from another failed session.

“your mother would never disappoint me like this!”

you flinched in the slightest, but continued your cleaning.

she pulls her hair in frustration, sitting down on the worn down couch the client previously occupied. your mother’s name rolls off her tongue with twisted affection, a longing and loving tone that was never addressed at you.

“what am i supposed to do with your child? a useless little thing…”

you swallow a whimper, you’d long abandoned that wishful thinking that your aunt would ever see you more than a tool for her rituals, more than just a standin for someone who’s never coming back.

her hands clutches the crystal ball, holding it in an embrace as if it was the most delicate and precious thing in the world. she bends down, cheek pressed onto the crystal and strokes it lovingly, humming an unfamiliar tune in a drunken haze.

your hands slow, as you turn to stare at her. a peaceful expression on her face in the midst of all the empty bottles of liquor surrounding her. the space smelled suffocating from all the burnt incense and sage while the tarot card spread still lay on the table.

the hurl of insults and self-pity finally slows to a stop, and you finally feel the tension lift from your shoulder. you nearly stumble through the obstacle of empty bottles and fancy lowball and rocks glasses, reaching the couch where your aunt had dozed off into slumber.

then, your eyes land on the picture on the table, the only image of your mother you had been allowed to look at. a stranger is all she is to you, realistically. someone that had never even held you once.

she looked kind, a sort of welcoming yet mysterious aura surrounding her. you often times wondered what it would have been like if she never passed, what could have been if you were never forced to substitute her value.

unable to let go of the illusion that it could be any different, you don’t see the shadowed claws reaching from behind.

you awake with a jolt, exhaustion riddled your form. the clock reads the earlier hours of the day, drawn curtains still showing the dark sky above. struggling to sit up from the carpeted floor of your room, you finally got more than just an hour of sleep, the lumination of the desklamp bounces off paper cups of what used to hold coffee sitting on your desk.

everything feels like a blur.

you no longer had control over your life, you’re gone.

the urge to give into the destruction, to destroy yourself physically as if it would balance out the mangled cries and deep hurt you’ve buried deep within your soul.

you felt betrayed. lord, you’ve tried, you’ve tried and tried and nothing was enough.

you’re so tired of trying only for nothing to change.

a bad child does not deserve good things.

your past was but a distant memory, so long ago. it doesn’t matter anymore, it shouldn’t.

and yet you were unable to let go.

you vowed to never be like her, you were a logical, capable person that only cared about facts and truth, only cared about reality.

there’s no such thing as ghosts, as ghouls, as demons, as gods. even if they were, they’d never heard your cries, the desperation in wanting to take the pain away.

to take you away.

you only had yourself, you were alone.

so why do the voices never quell?

the distortion of their screams, it echoes in your skull even as you press both your hands against your ears.

they won’t go away.

they won’t leave you alone.

you begged into your empty room, begging them to leave you be, to stop, to shut up.

it was enough that they started to manifest as shadows lingering in the corners of your room, following you through the shadows of your steps. they hover above you, when you’re waiting to refill your coffee, when you get your bicycle out for school, when you’re washing your hands in the bathroom.

they’re everywhere.

you cannot escape.

you vowed to never be like her, and yet here you are swinging the first bottle of alcohol you managed to snag from the cellar in the manor, hoping to silence all the noise.

i think the song rlly encapsulates this episode so perchance you should play it hehe. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE 🙏🙏 you sigmas 🤫🧏

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beiasluv · 2 months ago

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nepo done right | op81 & ln4

this work is not done!! cleared wips

— When the nepo baby is actually unproblematic. Senna!reader

ynsenna

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ynsenna guys look who ive found

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oscarpiastri very generous that you decided to bring me along

ynsenna anytime! 🤗

username they are so sibling 😭

username so this is her???

username can your bf fight😻😻

username dw guys I’m her gf

username stop using the guys for clout

username girl? She’s a designer for the team?

username Yn has been nothing but professional for the team, and I wouldn’t bat an eye if Oscar and Lando finds her attractive.

username she’s the only nepo baby I trust in f1 ☝🏼

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ayrtonsenna feliz aniversário meu amor ! (happy birthday, my love) ❤️ ynsenna

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ynsenna também te amo (love you too) ❤️

username what a daughter does to a guy 😂

username if you tell my dad this is the same dude fighting for the championship in the 90s he would call you crazy

username not her kissing the dog and not her dad 😭

ynsenna 35m

oscarpiastri: I don’t know if P2 or seeing your dad by the side was more surprising 😂

: you’re welcome I guess

: anyway, congrats on the adoption and P2☝🏼☝🏼

oscarpiastri: thanks yn 😊

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mclaren It’s always nice to have at least one Senna in the house 🧡 ynsenna

Check out the lastest collection from the Senna family in the link in our bio! McLaren plus member gets a 10% all orders.

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ynsenna thanks for having me 🧡

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ynsenna always grateful for mclaren!

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ayrtonsenna 34 anos depois… (34 years later) ynsenna

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 #imagines #f1 imagines #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #ayrton senna imagines #ayrton senna x reader #lando norris fluff #oscar piastri smau

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tpwk-formula1 · 7 months ago

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Soft Hard Launch - CL16

Charles Leclec x Youtuber! Reader

Summary: After fans start speculating about the man in Y/N's vlogs Charles gives up on the soft launch entirely.

Yourinstagram

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yourinstagram I finally posted on Youtube! Check out the vlog, link in bio <3

user1 I can't believe mother has finally posted!

user2 Not Y/N posting a man in a vlog and on IG thinking we wouldn't say something

-> user3 no fr! like we see him! who is he?

user4 He better treat you right!

tarayummy we need to vlog together again soon! liked by creator

user5 Ariana! What are you doing here? (Charles)

-> user6 No cause I was thinking the same thing! What is a vroom vroom boy doing in her likes?

--> user7 hi! I'm a newer fan but who is Charles?

---> user6 Charles Leclerc! He's a Ferrari driver in Formula 1!

oliviarodrigo So beautiful!

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Texts between Charles and Reader

Ferrari Instagram

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scuderiaferrari We have Youtuber and Fashion Influencer Y/N L/N joining us this weekend in Ferrari!

user14 I feel like the one fan who shipped her and Charles might actually be onto something!

user15 Mother! I'm so happy to see my worlds colliding.

user16 back at it again with letting random influencers who knows nothing about the sport into the paddock

charlesleclerc I would make an amazing tour guide!

-> landonorris of course you would lover boy

user17 WE SAW THAT LANDO

-> user18 what happened?

--> user19 Lando replied to Charles comment saying "of course you would love boy"

Instagram Stories

charlesleclerc: you posted me

-> youruser: And Lewis!

user20: What are you doing in the paddock?

user20: I see you're posting your man

sabrinacarpenter: I wanna see the fit!

-> youruser: I'll text them to you soon! I'm waiting for the professional ones from when I was walking in!

user21: So it's Charles?

Charles Instagram

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charlesleclerc Oh how the past year has been amazing. ti amo fino alla luna e ritorno

user27 omg "I love you to the moon and back"

user28 Oh he was tired of not being the one she was shipped with

user29 so officially parents

oliviarodrigo better be treating mother well!

-> charlesleclerc yes maam

user30 I can't believe mother is really with a vroom vroom boy

aurthurleclerc maman wants to know when she will be coming to the next family dinner

-> youruser You tell her I will be there whenever she wants me to be! I love her cooking

user31 I love that his family already knows her

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catsloverword · 3 months ago

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Lavoro ogni giorno con il disagio dei ragazzi. Bambini e adolescenti che potrebbero essere miei figli. Vengono da percorsi diversi, ognuno con il proprio bagaglio sulle spalle. Una sola cosa hanno in comune: la speranza di poterne condividere il peso con qualcuno, seppur per un piccolo pezzo del loro cammino.

Vederli uscire dalla porta alleggeriti, sapere di poter vuotare un po' delle loro valigie piene, riempie me.

Grata al mio lavoro.

#libere associazioni #parola di amante dei gatti #amo la mia professione #grata

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averyspizookies · 3 months ago

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LOVED the smut oneshot- what about one that’s a bit more sub Azzi and includes just lots of pet names and sweet aftercare from paige? i just feel like she gives her girl that gentle princess treatment

~~~~~~~Sweet girl~~~~~~~

Hi guys!! So today im just gonna post one shots probably!! Ill resale a chapter tmrw before the game so you guys have something to read and not freak out lol. If they win I’ll be posting another chapter tmrw! and if they don’t win… lets not even talk about that.

CW: smut!!

Pairing Paige x Azzi

All work is fictional. 💜

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“Can you come here for a second!!” Azzi calls out from her dorm room,

Paige, her best friend of many years, comes walking in. “Yeah what’s up?”

“Can you help me get my dress off? The zippers umm—stuck.” The brunette asks, stumbling over words.

The truth is, both her and Paige have been toying with the line of their friendship for a while now, they haven’t yet crossed it physically, but it seems to be coming sooner then they expect.

The blonde moves foward into the dimly lit room, they had both just come back from a charity event that was black tie, so Azzi was dressed up a little more then Paige had seen before.

But god— Paige could barley breath when she saw Azzi for the first time first time earlier that night,

She was wearing a mid length, skin tight black dress, with a square neckline and the arm sleeves laced with a sheer pattern of black flowers,

It was early September so Azzi still has in her long braids,

She had her makeup done professionally and her face looked like something that belonged in movies,

So whenever azzi glanced at her tonight, it was undeniable she had affect on Paige, often turning her cheeks a rosy shade and avoiding eye contact,

This didn’t go unnoticed by her, instead, she found herself enjoying the power she had over Paige,

“Yeah I got it , just turn round real quick.” Paiges voice was low and soft as she spoke,

They were so close Azzi could feel the breath of the other girl on her neck,

The zipper came undone slowly, leaving her bare back out. The sight was enough to cause a low heat to pool in Paiges stomach, and a strong throbbing where she wished Azzi was,

She’s had enough waiting,

She grabs Azzis shoulder gently turning her around, so she’s looking down inches away from her face,

“What are you doing Paige,” Azzi whispers, barley audible while looking in Paige’s eyes deeply,

Without another word, the older girl closes the gap between them slowly, gently placing a soft kiss on her lips, bringing one hand gently on her waist and the other pulling her chin up into the kiss,

Azzi hesitates before leaning into her kiss, this being unexpected but something she wanted to happen,

Paige pulls back just barely, only enough to stare into her brown eyes,

“This okay?”

Azzi puts her hand around the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her down onto her lips in a more urgent, but still passionate kiss,

They stand there for a moment in the slow of their kiss, heat building between them,

Then, Paige slowly runs her tounge over Azzi’s bottom lip, asking for access to deepen the kiss,

She opens her mouth slightly and allows Paige in,

With the feeling of Paiges tounge and lips moving again hers, she sighs into the kiss,

This soft noise caused Paige’s chest to tighten,

She needed more,

she pulls Azzi’s waist harder, leading her into the bed,

As the stumble onto the bed still their lips intertwined, she starts to toy with the neckline of her dress,

Azzi pulls away from the kiss, her breath heavy and slow,

“What are we doing Paige?” She whispers running a hand through the blondes hair,

Paige looks down at the girl underneath her, her eyes full of lust and admiration,

“I’m trying to make you feel good baby, I’ve wanted to for a while, do you want that?”

azzi can barley think after this sentence, she’s caught off guard but the bluntness of it. but she knows this also turned her on, an extreme amount,

Azzi nods, an Paige starts to kiss her way down her chin, jaw and neck, finding a sweet spot that makes her whimper,

Paige being motivated by these sounds starts to take off her dress, peeling it slowly while still kissing,

She picks her head up to look at Azzis chest, bare and taunt.

“Your so beautiful Az,”

Azzi looks up at her, the words touching a deep part of her heart,

“You are too Paige,” She says sincerely,

The girl on top smiles at her lovingly, before starting to take the rest of her dress off, leaving her naked expect for a black thong,

She takes a second to look at her body,

Her eyes run over her curves, the red flush of her skin being tanned from the harsh summer sun, the abs from hours of working out, the scars from her past surgeries,

Everything about her was perfect.

“Hey,” azzi says breaking Paige’s stare,

“Are you gonna take off some clothes too, I feel lonely being the only one naked,” she says lightly, a little teasingly,

Paige starts to remove her black polo, pulling it over her head and leaving her in sports bra which she also removes,

She stands up and removes her pants and leaves her boxers on,

“Your okay with this?”

Azzi nods as the blonde takes a seat right in between her knees,

she grabs onto her tanned bare thighs, kissing up to her underwear,

She nips at the inside of her thighs, pullling a whimper form her lips, then she quickly soothes it with her tounge,

Azzi feels herself getting more needy by the minute, the heat pulling in her throbbing center,

“Paige please,” She begs,

Paige shakes her head , still kissing her thigh and hums “Patience pretty,”

No, she needs her now.

Azzi pulls slightly at Paige’s hair, making her look up,

“Do I have to do it myself, or are going to help me?”

Paige scoffs at her attitude leaning back,

“Do it,”

Azzi knows Paige doesn’t expect her to do anything, knowing she just wants her to beg and apologize,

But what’s the fun in that?

Azzi takes her hand trails it down her body,

She spreads her thighs open,

She pulls off her thong glancing at page,

Paige looks fucked despite not being touched yet,

She is laser focused in on azzi, seeing if azzi will do what she thinks is happening,

Azzi slowly runs two fingers through her folds, every slowly, sighing at the sensation,

She’s dripping, making it easy to slide two of her fingers deep into herself,

a slow moan escapes her lips, her eyes fluttering shut,

“No. Open your eyes. Look at me while you fuck yourself.” Paige commands, still not raising her voice,

azzi opens her eyes, starting to push and pull her fingers in and out of her cunt,

Paige mutters a soft low “fuck,” while running a hand through her hair, not taking her eyes off of Azzis fingers,

she can tell Paige is breaking, she’s having a serious affect on her,

azzi wants her to break,

She wants her to get worked up,

So with that, Azzi lets out a loud moan, speeding up her fingers,

The sensations is electric, knowing someone’s watching her every move in awe,

She looks over at the blonde,

She looks like she’s about to give in, she looks desperate to touch her,

Azzi knows this,

She pulls out her fingers slowly, making sure Paige can see the wetness dripping out,

Then she trails her wet finger up her body while locking hey eyes onto Paige’s,

The wet trail drags up to her chin, where takes her fingers into her mouth swirling her fingers around, tasting herself.

That breaks Paige.

She gets on top of the brunette pulling her hand out of her mouth and takes her into a passotnite, hungry kiss,

She kisses harshly down her stomach, leaving marks as she goes but she doesn’t care,

She gets to Azzis center, looking down at her wetness dripping onto her thighs,

She looks up quickly, asking for permission,

Azzi pushes her head down,

Paiges mouth hits hard against her cunt, pulling a moan from Azzi,

She starts to lick around her center, tasting something’s she’s been craving for a while,

Then meets center of Azzi again, and pushes her tounge into her, fucking her deeply with her mouth,

The younger girls is crying out at Paige hitting the exact spots that she needs her,

The blonde keeps working her mouth, then pulling her mouth away from her cunt still licking her folds, she sticks her fingers into Azzi,

Azzi arches her back at the sensation, it being so much to process, and pure desire driven,

she can start to feel a knot building in her stomach,

Her legs tense up and start to shake as Paige pulls her fingers in and out fast, still keeping her mouth working,

“Paige fuck—i’m so close baby,” Azzi whimpers out,

Paige looks up taking her mouth off and speaks ”Not until I say so, okay pretty girl?”

Azzi nods frantically falling into another moan as Paige places her mouth back on her,

Azzis shaking, completely unraveling, trying to hold back her orgasm as much as she can, it keeps building until she’s so gone it almost hurts,

“P-Paige please I can’t” She cries out,

Paige looks up, her finger rough and curing into Azzi fast, “cmon Az just hold a little longer, or I’ll stop, you wouldn’t want that right?” She says softly, a strong contrast between what she’s doing with her hands,

But Azzi can’t hold it much longer,

She’s almost passing out, she’s overstimulated in the best way, just wanting to come undone,

Paige feels the way Azzis legs are shaking and her moans are more breathy and high pitched, she knows Azzi can’t hold it anymore even if she wanted too,

with this, Paige looks up “Can you cum for me now baby?”

With these words azzi moans, letting herself unravel and cum aggressively onto Paige’s tounge,

She’s loosing her ability to keep her eyes open from how intense her orgasm is

Paige fucks her thorugh it, not stopping until Azzis empty,

“P-Paige too much,” Azzi barely whispers out,

Paige pulls her mouth off Azzi, she stands up and goes to lay next her to, realizing she herself isn’t stable from her own heat and wetness in her boxers,

She lays down next to Azzi whos trying to stable her breath, eyes closed and cheeks flushed,

She smiles at the sight because like this, Azzi is the most beautiful she’s ever been,

She pulls Azzis head onto her chest and rubs soft circles on her back,

“You did so good baby, thank you,” She whispers placing a soft kiss onto her lips,

azzi can barley kiss back, still coming down from her high,

“Can we talk about this later, I’m to tired.” she whispers into Paige’s chest, her eyes still closed,

Paige softly chuckles at this and leans her head back,

“Yeah. Yeah we can.” she says while smiling.

Azzis breathing evens out, she falls asleep quickly,

Paige realizing Azzi has fallen asleep so quickly laughs to herself, feeling quite proud.

She carefully moves to get her phone, opening up Snapchat.

She snaps a pic of just her face in the soft lighting and captions it:

“You were right. I owe you 50 bucks, #ProfessionalMunch” and sends the photo to Nika,

Nika almost immediately opens it and starts blowing up Paige’s phone,

Paige laughs and locks her phone, choosing not to answer any of Nikas questions,

She closes her eyes, being happier than she’s been for a while. Grateful for a zipper on a dress.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers uconn #pazzi fics #uconn #pazzi #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #azzi35 #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #pazzi smut #azzi fudd smut #smut #wlw smut #paige bueckers smut

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greensagephase · 10 months ago

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Expectant Father!Miguel

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader Summary: Sweet Miguel who's a daddy to be and trying his best to support you and prepare for the baby's arrival! Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: none, just fluff Masterlist

Imagining a Miguel who after BTSV grieves and heals from his loss and trauma. He opens up and falls in love with someone, you, a Spider-Woman from another universe. The two of you eventually get married and after a few years of a beautiful marriage life, the talk about children comes up once more. You both talked about it early on in your relationship, of course, especially with Miguel losing Gabriella. You wanted to make sure that Miguel was open to the idea of starting a family in the future.

Even after marriage, the topic came up a few times here and there. Each time, Miguel always reassured you that he was open and ready for whenever you both decided to begin trying. And so, the talk eventually started again after a few years of enjoying your marriage. You both discussed it and reassured each other that you were both more than ready to start, so at last, Miguel and you begin trying!

Surprisingly, or may not so much, you soon begin to show symptoms and before you know it, there’s Miguel and you in your shared bathroom with pregnancy tests. Miguel holds your hand as you both wait for the result, both feeling nervous because this could be it. Trying to ease your nerves and his racing heart, Miguel peppers your forehead with kisses, whispering sweet words of reassurance.

“Te amo [I love you].”

“Don’t stress if it’s false symptoms, mi vida [my life]. We’ll keep trying.”

After what feels like forever, the tests reveal the results…

Expectant Father!Miguel, who tears up and wraps his arms tightly around you before kissing your face out of pure love and affection when the pregnancy test turns out positive.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who can’t sleep that night out of excitement! Miguel holds you close to his chest while you sleep soundly, planting tender and sweet kisses to your head to avoid waking you up as he thinks about the new and beautiful change in your lives, unable to believe that this is happening. He’s going to be a dad!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants to tell the whole world that you’re pregnant, but who agrees not to say anything for the first trimester, just in case. Despite wanting to scream the news to all of Nueva York, Miguel also loves being able to keep the news to yourselves. It’s your little secret!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants you to have the best midwife, doula, ob/gyn, or whoever you wish to treat you during your pregnancy. Miguel wants to make sure you and the baby will be well taken care off during and after the pregnancy in all aspects, especially medically, so he does research like his life depends on it with you to choose the right professional. This is especially important to him because he’s aware of how often women are disregarded when it comes to their own health, so Miguel wants to make sure that whoever you both work with, takes your concerns seriously.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every single appointment. No matter what. Miguel will schedule things around the appointments in order to go with you because he’s not missing one. His eyes soften up every single time he looks at the screen, seeing your baby moving around. He holds your hand, smiling and filled with happiness as the professional explains the progress. He may not say it at every appointment but he always thinks about how you both, “made that” happen.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds the ultrasound pictures after the appointment in his hands, looking longingly at them. At home, he asks if it's okay to frame them so they can be added to the wall of photos in your living room. He personally hangs it up!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who already keeps a stock of your favorite snacks in his lab, but now that you’re pregnant, expands it. As your pregnancy progresses and you start getting weird cravings, Miguel stocks up on a mixture of food items to be ready.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who will go anywhere and everywhere to get you food when you get cravings, no matter how weird they are. Miguel will travel the multiverse, even at 4am, to satisfy the cravings you and baby have!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who gains weight during the pregnancy, too! He doesn’t mind at all, but instead smiles every time he remembers, feels, or sees the new extra weight because “estamos esperando, mi amor [we’re expecting, my love].” He’s proud of it and he doesn’t let any little joke or comment about it get to him!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who massages your swollen feet to ease your discomfort! He tenderly massages them and rubs lotion to keep them soft. Talking about this, Miguel will do your toenails if you don’t get them done professionally. He surprisingly does a great job and he finds that this is another great way to continue pampering you in the future. Miguel also helps you put your shoes on, tying them when it's necessary when you find it too difficult as your pregnancy progresses.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who always tells you how beautiful you are, but especially now that you’re pregnant. Miguel thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous with your pregnancy glow, that's how he sees you, but he also knows that you could easily get ideas about your body not looking good or feeling self-conscious, so he makes sure to tell you often how stunning you are. Miguel wants you to know he loves you no matter what your body looks like!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who buys you the prettiest maternity clothes! He doesn’t care to spend money on clothes or anything else because he wants to you to feel beautiful and comfortable all throughout your pregnancy. Every time you go shopping, he always wants to buy you something, even when you tell him that you have enough clothes but again, Miguel wants you to feel beautiful and comfortable. Plus, Miguel is sure the maternity clothes will come in handy again in a few years!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds you tenderly and whispers in your ear how beautiful and strong you are when you have those moments of self-consciousness. He gently reminds you it’s okay to feel that, he knows your body is experiencing changes, but he also reminds you that in his eyes, you’re absolutely beautiful. “Eres una diosa, mi amor [you’re a goddess, my love]”, he whispers.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who starts reading books about parenting and babies! Miguel is an avid reader (you cannot change my mind about this; the man loves to read, but with so many duties as the leader of the Spider Society, our current Miguel doesn’t make much time for it, but he’s def a bookworm), so it’s no surprise that a neat pile of books always sits on his nightstand, but the difference is that his books suddenly turn from science and fiction genres to books about parenting, children, and childbirth to educate and prepare himself as a father. As the pregnancy progresses, Miguel stays up late reading while you’re curled up at his side, sleeping soundly. He rubs your back tenderly with his free hand, partly to comfort you in your sleep but also because physical touch is one of his love languages. Miguel takes little breaks here and there just to admire your sleeping figure, wondering what he did to deserve you and the life he has with you.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who loves cooking to spoil you! He already enjoyed cooking for you before but now he finds double the happiness because he knows you’re eating for two! Also, Miguel will cook anything and everything for you; from your favorite dishes to new ones you’re suddenly craving, even if he’s never cooked it before.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who has to keep his emotions in check during the first trimester because you both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret to avoid raising suspicions. You both agreed to keep it a secret until the first trimester just in case there are complications, which thankfully do not come up. Despite both of you agreeing to behave normally, people at HQ begin to wonder why Miguel is suddenly extra smiley. Some spider members ask him about it, which makes him realize he’s not doing too great of a job acting normal (but like, you can’t blame him! Miguel is just so, so, so happy that you’re going to be parents!). During the first trimester, some spider members dare ask why he’s so much more cheerful, so he always hits them up with, “Can’t I just smile?” He then puts on a grumpy face for show and to quiet down the suspicions, even though he’s so happy he’d buy a holographic billboard to announce your pregnancy to the entire population of Nueva York if he could, which financially he can, but he’s certain you wouldn’t appreciate that too much.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who no longer bothers to hide his happiness and excitement once the first trimester has passed and you announce it to your friends and coworkers at HQ because the pregnancy is going well. He doesn’t care to hide his excitement when someone asks him how you’re doing or if he’s ready for possible sleepless nights.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who truly, and I mean truly, doesn’t care about the baby’s gender! You guys talk about it as the weeks go by, wondering and guessing for fun, but Miguel truly doesn’t care. Whether it’s a girl or a boy, Miguel is going to love, cherish, and protect that child until his last breath!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who is over the moon when your baby bump starts showing! His gaze softens every time his eyes land on it, his heart elated with happiness. Miguel loves to cup it in his large hands, filled with awe that a little being half him and half yours is growing in your tummy. He obviously knows how the process works but either way, Miguel is always filled with such awe as he caresses and cups your bump.

Expectant Father!Miguel, whose eyes widen and mouth parts the first time he feels the baby kick. He looks at you, his expression one of love and tenderness while he feels the soft kicks under his hands. He kisses you sweetly before he kisses your bump and whispers softly, “Mi familia [my family].” He laughs softly as baby keeps kicking and jokes about having “un futbolista [a fútbol player]” in the family, which only seems to fuel the kicks. This is how you both discover that the baby loves listening to him talk.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who talks to your tummy every day once you both discover that the baby loves listening to his voice. Miguel talks about how excited he is for the baby to arrive, about how loved they will be by both their parents. He often reminds the baby that, “I’ll always protect and love you.”

Expectant Father!Miguel, who is involved in a very part of putting together the nursery because he’s so excited about it. You catch him smiling to himself very often while you both work on the nursery little by little over the months. He builds the crib, making sure that it’s assembled properly for the baby’s well being, and every other piece of furniture that needs to be put together. Talking about furniture, Miguel makes sure there’s a bookcase included, one you both slowly fill with children’s books. He helps hang up the picture frames you both decided on with cute photos appropriate for a baby nursery. He buys the most comfortable chair/couch for the room so that you’re both always comfortable while tending to the baby. You try to keep a budget for the room, but Miguel tells you to not worry about that! Miguel has more than enough money to provide for you and the baby, and he doesn’t care to spend it on the two of you, so he has no budget when it comes to setting up the baby’s room because he wants to make sure you and the baby have everything that’s needed!!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every class you attend to prepare for the baby’s arrival. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day. Just like how he schedules things around doctor appointments, Miguel also fits these classes in not only to make sure he’s there as a supporting spouse but also to learn and be prepared to assist and support you when the baby arrives.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who smiles warmly when members from the Spider Society throw you a surprise baby shower. He looks at the cute and small clothes with affection, filled with some amusement as well when he sees some of them are spider theme.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who reads to the baby and you because he learned from somewhere that this is beneficial for children. He does this late in the evenings when you’re both cuddling on the couch, his hand tenderly caressing your stomach. Due to his gentle voice, he usually lulls you to sleep right there on the couch. If you don’t wake up soon, Miguel carries you to bed.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who also plays music for the baby and you. Again, he read something about this having benefits, so he’ll play different genres but usually it’s calm tunes you both choose to play.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits with you to decide on a name once you find out the gender of the baby. You ask him about his opinion on the choices you’ve both selected, but he can’t settle on one. He never realized how hard it’s to choose a name, something your child will have forever. You think it’s cute how his eyebrows furrow in deep thought as he contemplates on his personal choice.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits on the floor while you sit on the chair you decided on for the nursery while the two of you pack the hospital bag when you’re in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. He checks the bag about a thousand times to make sure you and baby will have everything that’s needed while at the hospital, trying to make sure neither of you have forgotten something.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who makes sure your place is clean right before the baby arrives so that when you come home, the place will be spotless. He also makes sure that all the devices for the baby, such as the baby monitor, are ready to go.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds your hand as you’re about to have the baby and refuses to leave your side no matter what! He quietly and sweetly tells you how much he loves you, how strong and beautiful you are. He knows his words of encouragement might do little to ease your pain and discomfort, but the words spill from his mouth regardless because he truly believes what he’s saying. He brings your hand to his lips before he kisses the back of it with misty eyes, filled with so many emotions.

Papa!Miguel, who wipes his tears when the nurse hands you the baby for the first time. He gazes at you with so much love and affection while you hold your baby for the first time, noticing how gentle and natural you are at motherhood. He saves the image in his mind, knowing he'll remember that moment for the rest of his life.

Papa!Miguel, whose eyes spill more tears when you hand the baby to him so he can experience holding his child for the first time, too. His soft gaze captures every detail of his child’s face, searing it into his memory forever. He notes how light and small they feel in his arms, the warmth from their little body, and the beautiful scent coming from his child. He turns to look at you, smiling, and in that moment, he wonders if he’s dreaming all of this. If so, Miguel silently wishes that he never wakes up from this beautiful dream.

Finally got to post this one; it's been in my Notion vault since April 💀but anyway, thank you for reading!

Alondra❤️

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leclercsredhelmet · 10 months ago

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New in the Paddock ✧ Franco Colapinto

A/N: Hello! Back with another blurb for you all, this time it’s Franco themed because I’m just so happy that one of my f2 faves is on the f1 grid! (I’m still so sad about Logan) anyways here’s New in the Paddock with a Hispanic reader! I hope you all enjoy reading this one <3 This was inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift!

“These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you”

Being back in Italy has you buzzing with happiness, it’s been quite a few years since you’ve been back in the country. Yesterday you’d spent the day sightseeing and doing light shopping in Milan. This is your first big job opportunity fresh out of university and you’re extremely excited for what lies ahead. Once your alarm rang you leapt out of bed and opened the curtains. Music plays from the phone that sits atop the dresser, as you pass by the window you smile at the crowd of Tifosi chanting and you notice Charles signing their things. Smiling, you walk towards your suitcase and take out the outfit you had laid out last night.

Heading to the bathroom you change into a pair of jeans, a white tee, and a white and blue embroidered vest paired with your usual gold jewelry and white sneakers. Applying the last touch-ups to your makeup you grab your brown Longchamp bag and check that all the contents are there before grabbing your passes and the room key from the dresser. Locking the door you head towards the elevator. Looking around the hotel lobby you notice the flurry of staff getting ready to head out. You spot some drivers heading out and want to ask for pictures but you’re nervous and want to remain professional.

Briefly, you catch a glance of Franco Colapinto as he passes by in front of you and he offers a small smile once you lock eyes. Shyly you smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Noticing your phone is starting to ring, you pick it up. Your mother’s face greets you on the other line with a proud smile. Smiling you lift the phone to an appropriate angle so she can see your face.

“Hola mi amor, ¿qué tal te va el primer día de trabajo?” she asks and you smile.

(Hi my love, how is your first day of work going?) “Hola ma, muy bien hasta ahora, estoy esperando a mis compañeros para tomar la guagua al circuito” you reply.

(Hi mom, very good so far, I’m waiting for my coworkers to take the car to the circuit)

“Bueno espero que todo te vaya muy bien y voy a estar al pendiente de las redes a ver si te veo entrevistando a alguien!” she beams and you giggle.

(I hope it goes very well and I’ll be tuning into social media to see if you interview someone!)

“Oye y no has visto al chico de Argentina que sustituye a Sargeant? (Oh, have you seen the young man from Argentina that’s substituting Sargeant?)

“Acabo de ver a Franco hace algunos segundos, no hablamos pero me sonrió ,” you reply. (I just saw Franco a few seconds ago, we didn’t talk but he smiled at me)

“Esperemos que te toque entrevistar a Franco, se ve como un chico adorable y se que es de tus favoritos,” she says. (Let’s hope that you get to interview him, he seems like a charming young man and I know he’s one of your favorites)

Smiling you reply, “Eso espero mamá bueno te voy a dejar porque ya vienen los compañeros de trabajo, hablamos luego. Te amo!” you say. (I hope so, mom. I’ll have to leave you because my coworkers are arriving, we’ll talk later. I love you!) “Yo tambien amor, exito hoy!” (I love you too, good luck today!)

Putting your phone away you stand up and introduce yourself to the rest of the crew that hasn’t met you yet. Smiling, they start chatting with you as you walk towards the van that’s already waiting for everyone. Climbing in you take a seat by the window and adjust the passes around your neck, you run your thumb over the black and purple media pass supplied by Formula One and look at your picture and credentials before smiling. “The first day on the job is a little overwhelming but you’ll be fine,” one of your coworkers says. You smile, “Yeah it’s starting to feel like it,” you say with a little chuckle. Everyone smiles, “Lucky for you, we’re not leaving you to your own devices on the first day so the nerves will ease,” someone else reassures.

“It’s more like anxiety but thank you. I just want to be great at the job and have fun. It’s a little hard to believe this is happening and it’s not a dream,” you add with a little chuckle. “It’s pretty surreal but you’re going to enjoy it,” the woman says. “I’m Christine by the way,” she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake. Smiling, you shake it, “Y/N it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve seen you race in Dakar,” you reply. Quickly you fall into conversation with everyone and get to know them. Fans line the sides with merch and excitedly wave to every car that passes, there’s a lot of Tifosi and you smile.

“Are you hoping to meet any specific driver?” Roldán asks you. “Honestly mostly everyone but especially Charles, Lewis, and Franco,” you answer. “You should ask them for a signature or picture once you can, they’ll be happy to do it,” he says and you smile. Once the car parks you gather your things and leave the car. Adjusting your passes you walk with them and greet the workers in Italian.

Deciding to film such an important moment for you, you put an Airpod on and open Tiktok. Filming your feet heading towards the paddock, you pan up, show the entrance, and film the moment you scan your pass and walk in before capturing your reaction. Quickly you save the video and press play on one of your playlists. There’s press so of course some pictures of you are taken and you smile at the cameras. The nerves have eased significantly and now you’re just happy to be here. Picking up your pace you join Christine and Melissa and resume the previous conversation.

The paddock is quite busy but it’s all team staff, drivers, media, and other personnel. Given the news that broke earlier this week about Franco replacing Logan in Williams, everyone wants a shot at interviewing the young driver from Argentina. Making it into the media room you sit next to your coworkers and immediately begin to work. Sipping some water from your bottle you review your notes and wait for the assignments to be handed out. “And this next one is for Y/N, you have Franco in the media pen,” Melissa says. Feeling your cheeks flush, you smile and nod, “My very first interview with and it’s with one of my favorites this is crazy,” you comment and everyone chuckles.

Quickly you start to prepare by jotting down a few questions and getting into the work mode headspace. When it’s time to start heading to the paddock everyone filters out towards the media pen. At the media pen, you get settled with the in-ear monitors and microphone. Christine decides to film the moment which makes you chuckle and wave at the camera. “You got this, you look great” she encourages and you thank her. The drivers start to come out and you ask questions to a few such as Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, and George Russell. You spot Franco approaching you and you discreetly adjust your shirt.

“¡Hola, ¿qué tal Franco?” ”Soy Y/N y estoy con DAZN!” you say in your native language and he smiles. (Hi Franco, how are you? I’m Y/N and I'm with DAZN) “Hola, muy bien ¿y vos?” he replies smiling. (Hi, I’m very good and you?) You smile back, “Todo bien,” you reply. “Es un gusto conocerte, tenés un acento bonito, ¿de donde sos?” he asks. (It’s a pleasure to meet you, you have a pretty accent, where are you from?)

The question makes you blush a little and you chuckle, Franco smiles. “¡Puerto Rico!” you reply. “Ah! Muero por visitar, es un país muy bonito,” he replies. (I'm dying to visit, its' a pretty country)

“Lo es, bueno primero que nada ¿cómo te sientes al debutar en la fórmula uno?” you ask. (It is, first of all, how do you feel about your formula one debut?) “Gracias por la pregunta, estoy en una nube todavía, es una gran oportunidad y estoy muy feliz y emocionado” you smile at him and continue to ask questions. (Thank you for the question, I’m still on a cloud, it’s a great opportunity and I’m very happy and excited)

He’s been a little flirty but you chalk it up to be the Argentinian charm and once the interview ends you thank him again and he chats with you off-camera before going off. Being busy with work makes the day roll by and when it’s time to get some lunch you decide to go off on your own and join everyone else later. Heading out of the media room you walk around and pass the Ferrari motorhome, smiling you decide to take a picture of it and marvel at how amazing and fulfilling it feels to finally see all your hard work pay off.

The years away from home, while you studied to chase your dream, are finally paying off. It happens to be your lucky day because you spot Charles and Lewis walking. Politely you go over to them and ask for pictures and signatures, “You must be new, I haven’t seen you before,” Lewis comments. Smiling you nod, “Actually, I’m fresh out of university!” You beam and they smile kindly. “In that case welcome to the paddock Y/N,” Charles says. “Hopefully we see more of you in the media pen,” Lewis adds and you smile and nod. “Thank you both for the pictures, I can’t wait to see you both in red next year,” you say. Grinning, they bid goodbye to you and you head in search of food.

Spotting a stand making pasta you stand in line and once it’s your turn you order and pay. With your food in one hand and phone in the other you reply to some messages from friends. As you reply to the messages you lose sense of direction and collide against someone’s chest. Your phone, bag, and sadly your food all fall to the ground, and embarrassment floods over you since a few passersby witness the incident.

“Disculpame, no me di cuenta,” a familiar voice says. (Sorry, I wasn't aware) You lock eyes with Franco, “No, discúlpame tú, fue culpa mía. Estaba en el celular y no estaba al pendiente” you apologetically say. (No, I’m sorry, it was my fault. I was using my cellphone and wasn’t aware)

The young driver chuckles and bends down to help you pick up your things. His fingers brush yours as he hands you back your phone, “Escuchás a Taylor Swift?” he asks. (Do you listen to Taylor Swift?)

Smiling you nod, “Si, soy swiftie,” you say. (Yes, I’m a swiftie!)“¡Yo también! ¿Pudiste ir a algún recital?” he asks you. (Me too! Did you manage to go to a concert?)

“¡Si, fui a la última noche de Londres!” you reply. (Yes, I went to the last London show!) ¿Cómo te sentiste sin tener el anuncio de Reputation?” he asks with a laugh. (How did you feel about not getting the Reputation announcement?) Giggling, you adjust your bag, “Me sentí como toda una payasa,” you reply and he laughs. (I felt like a total clown)

Fran walks with you to a nearby bin and you toss the pasta and napkins. “Me siento re mal que perdiste toda tu comida por mi culpa, dejame comprarte otra,” he offers. (I feel so bad that you lost all your food because of me. Let me buy you another one.) “No, está bien no te preocupes,” you reply. (No it’s fine don’t worry)

“Por favor déjame hacerlo, me siento mal que ya en mi primer día acá accidentalmente le he tirado la comida a alguien al suelo,” he says. (Please let me do it, I feel bad that on my first day, I already dropped someone’s food by accident) You giggle, “Ay no te sientas mal, son los nervios del primer día,” you say. (Oh no, don’t feel bad, it’s the first-day jitters)

Franco chuckles in agreement, “Es tu primer día también?” he asks. (Is it your first day too?)“Ajá, me gradué hace unos meses,” you reply. (Mhm, I graduated a few months ago) “Felicitaciones, con más razón tengo que pagarte la comida,” he says and you laugh. (Congratulations, with all the more reason I should pay for your food)

Franco looks over at you and smiles, you smile back and tuck a rogue curl behind your ear. As you stand in line you chat and your stomach flutters every time you catch him looking at you. Both of you order food and he pays for your meals, walking back you’re careful to not drop it or bump into each other again. “Gracias por la comida pero probablemente debo ir a sala de medios,” you say as you start to walk away. (Thanks for the food, but I should probably head towards the media room)

Franco reaches for your hand and stops you, “Quizás esto es muy atrevido pero podés conmigo acá en el motorhome de Williams,” he pauses and looks at you. (Maybe this is a little too bold but you can eat with me at the Williams motorhome)

“Solo si quieres, si no pues esta bien,” he quickly adds. (But only if you want to) You smile at his sweet demeanor and he nods, “Okay, acepto la invitacion Colapinto,” you say and he laughs. (Okay, I accept the invitation Colapinto) “Franco por favor,” he sweetly says. (Franco, please) “Acepto la invitación, Franco,” you add and he laughs. (I accept the invitation, Franco)

Franco leads the way and you go up to the floor in the motorhome reserved for the staff and into his driver's room. “Bueno, almuerzo de primerizos entonces,” he says and you laugh. (Well then this is the lunch of first-timers) “Primerizos que se tropezaron en el paddock,” you joke and he laughs. (First-timers that stumbled upon each other in the paddock) You eat in comfortable silence and after you finish you talk and joke around. He’s made you laugh so much you started to cry and your stomach hurts.

“Me di cuenta de que tenés buen italiano, ¿viviste en Italia?” he asks. (I noticed that you have great Italian, did you live in Italy?) “Solo unos meses, hice un internado en Italia y regresé a España,” you say. (Just for a few months, I did an internship in Italy and returned to Spain) “También lo estudié un poco en secundaria y seguí practicando por mi propia cuenta,” you answer. (I also studied it in high school and kept practicing it)

“¿Cómo es que ambos somos tan parecidos ya?” he comments and you nod in agreement. (How is it that we already have so many similarities?) “Lastima que España es tan grande, si te hubiera conociera antes, habríamos salido o algo,” he adds and you blush. (It’s a shame that it’s so big, if we had met before we would’ve gone out or something) “Quizás hubiese sido una probabilidad,” you say with a little laugh. (Perhaps it could’ve been a probability)

You continue talking and decide to exchange numbers, Franco insists on walking you to the media room. Once you reach it he stops and turns to you, “Fue un placer Y/N, espero no volver a tirarte la comida,” he comments and you laugh. (It was a pleasure Y/N, I hope to not be the cause of you losing your food again)

“Bueno, pero si no pasaba entonces no hubiésemos tenido el almuerzo de primerizos juntos,” you reply attempting your best to flirt back. (But if it hadn’t happened we wouldn’t have eaten lunch together) He smiles, “Tenés razón, esperemos que no sea la última,” he says. (You’re right, let’s hope that it’s not our last time) “Hagamos algo, yo pago el almuerzo en la próxima semana de carrera,” you propose while stretching out your hand. (Let’s do something, I’ll pay for our lunch on the next race week)

Franco shakes it and little jolts run up your body, “Trato hecho, nos vemos pronto Y/N” he says. (It’s a deal, we’ll see each other soon Y/N) Hearing him say your name delicately makes you smile and blush, “Buena suerte mañana, se que vas a demostrar lo bueno que eres en pista,” you say. Franco blushes and gives you a friendly wink and hug before walking away. (Good luck tomorrow, I know you’re gonna prove just how good you are on track)

Blushing, you head inside and greet your coworkers, they notice your blush but don’t ask anything until Melissa points it out. You tell them a little about the encounter and continue to work until it’s time to go.

Once in the hotel room, you call your mom to debrief before showering and after you come out you find a text from Franco and decide to reply. This leads to you two talking for a few hours until you have to call it a night and get some much-needed rest for the hectic weekend that awaits you both.

You were absolutely enchanted to have met him after a slight mishap but it proved to be quite a turnaround.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

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