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[faithshouseofchaos]

So you're looking for franquito requests? I have too many ideas, like it's insane. The things this man does to me I swear 🥰🥰🥰

Well, maybe you could do something like Argentinian non famous reader (not necessarily Argentinian but u know) dating him and nobody knows about her, till one day they both went tired of people assuming he's single n PUM, hard launch. I don't know if I explained this correctly, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry bby 🥺

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Hard launch — Franco colapinto x fem!reader

Faceclaim — none I left it pretty inclusive for everyone Warnings— none

Fluff

Word count—

Summary— no one knew Franco was dating anyone until he was photographed at a party kissing his girlfriend.

Franco posted to his instagram

Caption— Fue un fin de semana difícil que terminó en abandono, pero tengo ganas de correr en Las Vegas (it was a tough a weekend that ended in a dnf but i'm looking forward to racing in Vegas)

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User1– not Franco making goggly eyes at Lando during the drivers parade

User2– you’ll get them next weekend Franco

User3– Franco try not to flirt with everyone challenge failed

User4– I’m surprised that Franco is still single man’s flirts with everyone

Your username— I think you did well today Franco

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User5– we all saw that right?

User6– oh we saw alright

Y/n posted to her story (private instagram)

Caption— chico somnoliento 💤😴 (sleepy boy)

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Yourprivinstagram

Caption— adivina de quién es la casa (guess who’s home)

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yourBFF— who’s that funny looking man on my wife’s instagram account.

Franco_Colapinto43– last time I checked I was her boyfriend 🤨

yourBFF— for now 😁

Franco_Colapinto43– what’s that supposed to mean???

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The party was alive with chatter, music, and the occasional burst of laughter. People milled about, drink in hand, dancing in the dim light as the night carried on. Franco was standing by the bar, joking with a group of friends, when his eyes caught yours across the room. You were leaning against a wall, watching the crowd with a slight smile, your arms casually crossed. You always did prefer standing back and observing, letting the noise of others fade into the background.

Franco’s grin widened, and without a second thought, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way toward you. He didn’t care that people might be watching. He had long since stopped caring about the whispers, the questions, the rumors. It was just you two now, and that was enough.

“Hey,” he greeted, slipping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “You having fun?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, playful as ever. “You know me, I’m just here to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself.”

He laughed, the sound low and easy. “Oh, trust me, it’s too late for that.” He pulled you a little closer, your bodies pressed together in the cozy little corner of the room. You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

The laughter around you seemed to fade, the chatter becoming a blur, and it was like the two of you were in your own world for a moment. Franco’s thumb traced the outline of your arm before he pulled back slightly, his mischievous smile never leaving his face.

“What if we stopped letting everyone assume I’m single?” he asked casually, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark.

You didn’t have to think about it—this had been brewing for weeks, maybe even months. You’d both gotten tired of the secrecy, of the constant guessing. You didn’t care about the opinions of strangers anymore, not when it came to him.

“I think it’s time,” you said, your voice light but resolute.

And then, with an ease that could only come from the comfort of being with someone who knew you better than anyone else, Franco leaned in, his lips catching yours in a quick, almost careless kiss.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. The room fell silent, people frozen in place. But you didn’t care. You were too busy focusing on the way his lips lingered just long enough to make it clear.

As you pulled away, your hearts still beating in sync, the sound of murmurs around you slowly started up again. Whispers rippled through the crowd, but neither of you looked around. You didn’t need to.

Franco grinned and shrugged, pulling you close again. “Guess we’re not hiding anymore,” he said with a teasing smile, as if nothing had just happened. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess not.”

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F1.Gossip has posted

Caption— f1 driver Franco Colapinto caught kissing an unidentified woman while at a party.

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User7– WAIT WHAT?!?!

User8– who is she?

User9– con—😭😭—grad—😭😭—ulations—😭😭

User10– I new there was no way he was single

Franco_Colapinto43–has posted

Caption— Bueno, gatos fuera de la balsa, feliz Segundo aniversario, mi amor. (well cats out of the bag happy 2 year anniversary my love)

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[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[goodtobeswift]

So glad I’m not the only one getting obsessed over Descendants all over again haha 😅

Sooo how about a Harry Hook reuniting with a crush!Reader who’s picked with the og VK’s to go to Auradon in the first film? I’d imagine one of the parents to be either Madam Mim or Mother Gothel (maybe she went cuckoo and snatched someone else’s kid), but of course it could just be left ambiguous since the entire point of a reader insert is for it to be the reader.

If Harry were close enough to someone to get a crush on them/fall in love I feel like they wouldn’t be friends with Mal and co, so Reader would probably get left out of going to the Isle in the second movie and probably wouldn’t see Harry until the barrier is brought down (and knowing Auradon, Reader probably wouldn’t be able to send letters (if it were me Id probably use interviews/events that broadcast to the Isle to say hi real quick so the Sea Three know they haven’t been forgotten)).

These are just suggestions of course so feel free to write the scenario/oneshot/drabble/etc however you see fit, I’m just a sucker for mutual pining and reunions haha-

If you don’t want to write this request for whatever reason please feel free to just delete it, thank you for taking time out of your day to write this if you do and have a good day ^-^

LOVED THIS IDEA!! i want to think this through a little more bc i want them to meet during the events of the second movie and god is harry pissed when he sees her after six months. she might said she misses her friends back in the isle but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel betrayed.

i think he’d be super snappy, not letting reader explain herself OH ANDi can picture him losing his mind and yapping to uma and gil right after he got the news😭😭 like very much to his dismay he can’t believe he’s still in love

also, if you want to keep requesting or keep expanding this idea i’m super down and i’d like you (or anyone) to claim anon emojis so i can keep up with the asks! bc i got more than i thought (IM WORKING ON THEM DW🫡)

[ultrone]

Shauna strikes me as the kind of girl who lives for you sitting on her face, the feeling of your thighs either side of her face; being able to grab at your thighs, guide your hips, having you cum all over her face

꒰ 🏇🏻 ꒱ — riding shauna’s face

your hips rocked as you pressed yourself onto shauna's face, grinding your pussy furiously against her tongue. her hands latched around your legs, tugging you closer to her warm, welcoming mouth. shauna was a sight to see; the lower part of her face was slicked with your juices, her mascara was smudged and her hair was scruffy from your hard tugging. you smirked at the sight and shifted your hips to increase the friction. she moaned deeply, her tongue flickering across your clitoris.

“you taste so good,” she groaned against your abused nub, making you moan at the vibrating feeling.

her tongue was like lightning, flickering around your clitoris, then up and down the length of your pussy. she was really good with her tongue, teasing and flicking, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. you moaned as you felt your muscles begin to spasm as the orgasm built inside you.

shauna's hands were strong, gripping your hips so hard that you could feel bruises starting to form. you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of her wet mouth pressing against your aroused flesh over and over again. you whimpered and moaned, your voice echoing off the walls of the room as the pleasure overtook you.

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you felt yourself spiralling over the edge, orgasm coursing through your veins. "oh— ffuck," you shuddered and gasped, gripping the bedsheets for support as your body quaked, drenching the entirety of her lower face with your juices. as the aftershocks subsided, you opened your eyes to the sight of your girlfriend. her skin glistened with sweat, and her hair was even more disheveled than before. her eyes were half-opened, and she appeared to be in a daze. you smiled affectionately at her, gently disentangled yourself, and laid down beside her, giving her a warm and longing kiss on the lips.

i completely agree with u. . . had to make this a blurb 😭🙏🏻

[tsin-datura]

this blog is too funny. never before in sky Tumblr history. absolutely iconic

anyway have you done a friend constellation icon object head yet. um. yeah

first time I've been called iconic, never thought it'd be for making tumblr sexymen out of pixels on a screen

Also, I have!! I made this one of the tree locks (design pending) a few weeks ago, and an unposted block/report duo 🫶

I'm still debating what else I should take from the tree though...🫵👁️

[farmersecrets]

are you going to add your files and past writing? so sorry to bother you just curious

Ah!! Sorry for replying to this super late omg.

I’m honestly not super sure about posting files again? Those got me a lot of weird dms asking me to draw things and obviously I don’t… do that. In the meantime, here’s a link to a mega folder of all the sdv art that I’ve saved for those of you who want that.

As for past writing, I never actually like. Saved it anywhere else? I just opened up tumblr and let the horny spirit guide me. If you’d like, though, I can try to recall what I wrote and post it here again!

[twinkodium]

TWINKODIUM MY BAE ❤️❤️❤️❤️ HOW ARE UUU

HELLLO DEAR 🥰🥰 I’m back!

Still alive and breathing 🤭 just as obsessed as I was, nothing changed 🫣

HOW ARE YOU??

[vibinsane]

you wanna smack your husband? pookie no… 💔☹️

caleb,,, i donT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND how much of the tsundere you bring out of me

[faithshouseofchaos]

Can you do a webber!reader x daniel fic? idk the plot I’ll leave that up to you

“Maybe you can be like my dad one day” — Daniel Ricciardo x fem!webber reader

Word count— 1065

Fluff

As Daniel emerged from the bustling airport, he paused to take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of his hometown fill his lungs. The warmth of the sun greeted him, a stark contrast to the cold air from the plane he had just disembarked. He shifted his luggage to get more comfortable, glancing at his watch as he waited for you to arrive.

After a long and exhausting week filled with meetings and travel, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The thought of home—his bed, his favorite meals, and the comforting routine of everyday life—made him smile.

As the taxi pulled into his suburban driveway, Daniel's heart quickened. He could already picture you waiting for him with a warm smile, and a welcoming embrace. He reached for his wallet, paid the driver, and stepped out onto the gravel.

His weary eyes scanned the front door as he made his way up the steps, anticipation building. The sound of cicadas and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, reminding him of countless summer evenings spent in the yard with you.

With each step, Daniel felt himself shedding the stress and exhaustion of his travels. As he reached the front door, he paused for a moment, steadying himself before turning the key and pushing it open.

The door creaked softly, and he was immediately enveloped in a familiar, welcoming warmth.

"I'm home," he called, his voice carrying an undertone of both weariness and eagerness.

He dropped his luggage on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, seeking your presence. The house was quiet, but he knew you were there somewhere—cooking, perhaps, or maybe curled up on the couch with a book, waiting for his arrival.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could already sense the comfort that awaited him.

“I’m in the kitchen baby!” Daniel heard you call out to him. Daniel's smile widened as he heard your voice coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound, his steps light and quick.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes found you immediately, and he felt his heart swell with affection. He took a moment to simply look at you, admiring the way your hair fell across your shoulders, the way the sunlight streamed in through the window, framing your face.

Without a word, he approached you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin, and let out a deep sigh of contentment. The exhaustion and stress of the week seemed to melt away with your touch.

"I missed you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your neck. "God, I missed you."

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every tiny detail as if reacquainting himself with a beloved landscape.

His thumb traced a gentle path across your cheek, then moved down to your lips, lightly caressing the soft skin. A mixture of tiredness and longing in his gaze. He gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he reveled in the comfort of your closeness. His fingers found their way into your hair, the soft strands slipping through them like silk.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stood there, holding you, breathing you in—like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, referring to the fact that only the day before he had lost his F1 seat.

Daniel's shoulders tensed at the question. Talking about it would force him to confront the disappointment and uncertainty again. But at the same time, he longed to pour his heart out to you, to share his fears and frustrations.

He let out a heavy sigh, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"It's been a rough day," he admitted, his voice laden with both exhaustion and resignation. "Losing my seat...it's not easy to digest."

He stepped back fully now, giving himself space. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield, but his gaze remained fixed on you, seeking comfort and understanding.

"I just... I don't know what I'm going to do now. I've given my life to racing, and now I feel like it's all falling apart," he confessed, the vulnerability in his tone raw and unguarded.

“Oh Danny, I’m sorry. It wasn’t easy for my dad when he retired, but he found a way to adapt and thrive in this new chapter of his life. I remember how challenging it was for him at first—the sudden shift from a structured work routine to having all that free time. However, he managed to channel his energy into something meaningful. He took on the role of a manager and mentor, guiding Oscar to become a great racer. It transformed him, and I think it’s incredible to see how fulfilled he is now. Who knows, maybe one day you could follow in his footsteps and become a mentor too, just like my dad, Mark Webber!”Daniel leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, absorbing your words. The mention of your dad and the parallels you drew gave him some comfort.

He considered your words, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You know, I wouldn't mind being like your dad. Managing a team, and mentoring other drivers. But can you imagine me in a suit and tie all the time?" he teased, the hint of a laugh in his voice.

But beneath the light-hearted humor, there was a hint of longing. Daniel had indeed thought about what came next, the options he had outside of driving.

He pushed himself up from the counter, closing the distance between you once more. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"It's just... scary," he admitted, the weight of his predicament settling onto his shoulders. "I've never had to think about life outside of racing. That's all I know".

He looked down at you, his gaze seeking reassurance. "But hey, if your dad made it work, then I'll figure something out too, right?"

Despite the uncertainty, he found hope in your presence, in the way you held him. With you by his side, he felt stronger, more capable of facing whatever lay ahead.

[impish-baby]

I so glad that you add a Master list, Trying to find a specific post when the blog already has several is really annoying. I once spent an hour trying to find a post on another blog.

I don't mean to bother you, but have you been getting any of my other asks/interactions? I feel like Tumblr is just getting rid of them sometimes.

-💫anon

Ahh does it work and look alright then? If you think I should change it up, please let me know, I wanna make sure it works well for everyone!! ^^

Unfortunately I think tumblr has been eating some of my asks :(( I do have another one from you (I'm glad you enjoy my works so much!!) But I don't have any that where concepts/ideas if you sent one in! I'm sorry that there isn't much I can do about that, if there's something you really wanna see, you can send it again!!

[loganshouseofworship]

REQUESTING LOGAN FLUFF!!!!!!!!!

Imagine him with a goth girlie (you don't have to adhere to this specifically, this is just a thought, feel free to disregard this aesthetic BUT PLEASE WRITE LOGAN FLUFF)

Hi so I just noticed that you sent me two of these 😭. So I was curious did you want an smau or a fic with a mood board because I can do the second one way better than the first one I thought I’d just ask.

[ultrone]

thoughts on 1996!lottie with golden retriever!gf ?

lottie with golden retriever gf

She'd treat you like a princess, always buying you stuff and spoiling you.

She'd invite you to all her games, and before they start, she'd always run up to the bleachers to get a good luck kiss from you—and she wouldn't care if everyone's watching.

She'd let you borrow her jewelry, especially her rings and necklaces—but she'd always pretend she forgot about it, letting you keep them for as long as you want.

She'd love it if you wear her yellowjackets' bomber jacket while keeping your hair down, and clipped two strands of hair to the back with a bow.

She'd always give you forehead and head kisses, especially if she's towering over you. She'd also cup your cheeks and give you a kisses on the nose.

Lots of snuggles and cuddling—and of course, she'd always be the bigger spoon.

[tsin-datura]

Object Heads!!!!!

Yoooooooooo!

They stress him out

[hockenheim]

HE WON KYM! HE WON!!!!!

i’m still not over it 😭 the sun is out, the flowers are blooming, and il predestinato has won in monaco and in monza!

[chuuyrr]

Hii!! just wanna show you something. i was scrolling down pinterest and found this. i don't know if you have seen it. i just wanna show you lol. also, i tried finding the artist, but, have no luck (sorry for bothering you)

HE'S SO SMOL I'M (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) !!

[twinkodium]

oscar jack piastri lookalike contest in my bedroom tonight!

With all the doppelgängers he has, we’ll have enough for everyone 😏