#franco colapinto x driver!reader

[thenerdysimp]

Rainy Weather

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x reader

Words: 482

Summary: Passing the time with your boyfriend as you’re waiting for qualifying to start (which it doesn’t)

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff. Potential spelling errors

It’s Saturday in São Paulo and qualifying was to start in about 15 minutes, but the weather said no.

It started raining, a lot… so for safety it was decided to delay the starting time.

You were standing with Franco in the garage as he had an arm around you and talking to some mechanics. You turned to look out to the pit wall and saw the rain, “Oh my god! You’re not gonna be able to race in this!” You pointed out with a gasp. “It’s been delayed already. We’re hoping for it to pass.” Someone in the garage informed you. You nodded at them as you leaned closer into Franco's side.

You stood there looking at the rain for a good while as the starting time kept getting delayed. The rain was calming down a little, but not enough to let them race. You had a spontaneous idea to pass the time, you walked out of Franco’s grasp but pulled him with you through the garage. “Amor what are you doing?” He asked with a chuckle. You turned your head slightly to look over your shoulder at him with a smile, “Dance with me!” You said as you pulled him out in the rain and wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you as he put his hands on your hips to rock with you in the rain, “You’re crazy” you smiled back up at him before standing on your tippy toes to get closer to his face, your lips inches apart. “But you love it.” He closed the gap and placed his lips on yours, pulling your body closer to his. When you broke apart he leaned his forehead against yours before answering, “Yes, I do.”

You continued dancing and running around in the rain, kicking the water on the ground at each other and laughing together. This interaction was captured on video from so many different places, by people in the Williams garage, by other drivers, and by fans in the stands.

You didn’t know for how long you were out in the rain but when you decided you had enough you went back into the garage, first drying off with towels then sitting down next to each other and getting wrapped in a blanket. You rested your head against his shoulder as he pulled you closer into his side, you sat together like that for a good while. You were close to drifting off into sleep when someone came up to you with the information that qualifying was postponed until tomorrow. You turned to look at each other before speaking, “Well, at least we made the most of this time.” You said. Franco just smiled at you before leaning in to place a kiss on top of your head, “And it was so worth it.” He said as he rested his head against yours.

[vitalverstappen]

Homecoming SMAU - C. Leclerc

summary: have you ever had a massive crush on your team rival? (smau edition)

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Red Bull driver!reader

fc: various, just pretend they're all the same person

a/n: i kinda love this fic wayyy too much to let it go so soon, so I decided to make a smau version for your enjoyment!

written

masterlist

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tagged: charles_leclerc

yourusername: Didn't go how we planned, but grateful to snatch a point. Congrats to Charles for the home race win!

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charles_leclerc: thank you!! can't wait to celebrate later!

yourusername: lmk when and where and i'll be there!!

user1: wdym my two fav drivers are definitely about to get plastered together??

user2: they've been friends since she broke into f1, only makes sense they would user3: yeah "friends" he's been in love with her since he saw her for the first time

user2: no.

maxverstappen1: over/under on how long it takes for her to get ready? line is at 2.5 hours

logansargeant: over

landonorris: over

oscarpiastri: over

redbullracing: over

user4: there's no way she really takes THAT long

logansargeant: you'd be surprised

twitter & max's texts

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f1gossip: some of the drivers out and about in Monaco celebrating Charles' home win!

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user5: whoever let lando dj needs a RAISE

user6: i heard logan and oscar were also there!

user7: is it just me or do charles and y/n look weirdly close together??

user3: im telling you guys there's got to be SOMETHING going on between them

user2: again, guys and girls can be just friends.

user6: it's also a club. they're gonna be packed together

user8: i don't even want to know how much money they spent

monza media day

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tagged: logansargeant, francolapinto

yourusername: wdym i'm now the only one here repping the red, white n blue?? but in all reality, it's been an honor getting to know you Logan, you'll always be my best friend & I can't wait to see what you do in the future!!

but welcome to the grid Franco! you've got some tough shoes to fill

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logansargeant: thank you y/n. gonna miss you <3

yourusername: at least now you wont have to spend the 4th in the UK... again...

francolapinto: gracias y/n! No puedo esperar a ver qué trae el resto de la temporada!

yourusername: i have no idea what you just said but yes!!

user9: oh she's just like us

user10: girl is down bad

user2: @/user3 no like from Charles... how are you feeling after this?

user3: by the end of this season i'll be yelling i told you so from the rooftops

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redbullracing: The queen of COTA has arrived! 🇺🇸

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user11: ugh she's glowing

user12: her austin looks always slay

user3: CHARLES IS BACK IN THE LIKES! I REPEAT CHARLES IS BACK!!

user2: you weren't kidding when you said you didn't give up hope

maxverstappen1: you guys better not be plotting to get me in a cowboy hat

yourusername: pffffft why would we do that??

redbullracing: fine, we'll go put it away...again...

charles_leclerc: if you need someone to dress up, i know a guy

user13: omg stand up king, this isn't even y/n's insta

yourusername: @/charles_leclerc wdym "you know a guy" you couldn't even wear your hat properly

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tagged: charles_leclerc, kimi.antonelli, jackdoohan, texasfootball

yourusername: hook 'em 🤘

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texaslonghorns: it was a pleasure to have you! same time next year?

yourusername: you know it! 🫡

texasfootball: thanks for the support! we'll have to get you suited up next year

yourusername: as long as i don't get tackled im yours

user14: awh y/n and charles are already starting to adopt the 2025 rookies

oscarpiastri: i do not need any more siblings

charles_leclerc: thx for showing me the joys of college football 🧡

yourusername: anytime charlie!!!

user15: CHARLIE?? girl WHAT?

user3: GUYS ITS HAPPENING!!

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yourusername: P1 baby!! It's always special to race at home and being able to win it means even more! A weekend I'll forever remember ❤️🤍💙

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redbullracing: congrats y/n!! a win well deserved!

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maxverstappen1: honor to be on that podium with you! let's run it back in vegas

yourusername: only in vegas??

maxverstappen: your ego is gonna get too big if you win everything else

user16: RAH RAHHHH AMERICA 🦅💥🦅💥🇺🇸

user17: U! S! A! 🇺🇸 U! S! A! 🇺🇸

charles_leclerc: congrats on the win!! now, drinks on me tonight?

user18: oh charles grew a pair

yourusername: @/charles_leclerc actually, i think i still owe you for monaco 😊

user3: 👀👀👀

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f1gossip: newest wag(s)?? charles and y/n were caught making out in a club in Austin. The two, along with the rest of the grid were there celebrating y/n's homecoming win. Cheers were heard from the other drivers as the two shared their moment.

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user19: oh. my. god.

user20: what in the romeo and juliet with a happy ending??

user2: @/user3 go ahead. say it.

user3: @/user2 I TOLD YOU SO. I TOLD YOU ALLLLL SO

user3: I DON'T LOOK CRAZY NOW. I KNEW IT

user21: what does @/redbullracing have to say about this

redbullracing: i'm just glad it isn't one of the mclaren boys mclaren: we wouldn't date you either its fine

want more? @coco-loco-nut wrote a sister story. Check it out!

[thewispsings]

after that shit race, some cute drabble of giving franco some well deserved comfort? i need to give him a big hug, I felt so bad after his crash, and him at that interview. poor thing <3

franco deserved so much better!! I hope you don't mind I made this driver!reader

The race was very… interesting. To say the least. The entire weekend had been tough, but the race had taken the cake. Getting out of the car, you felt exhaustion catching up to you, and the last thing you wanted to do was be interviewed. 

You took your time walking over to the weigh-in, congratulating Max and the Frenchies on their wins. After the interviews, you were even more exhausted, although you knew you had something to do. 

Franco had been disqualified during the race. He was okay physically, but mentally? You had your doubts. Walking into the Williams garage, you smiled at the hardworking mechanics and engineers, before quickly making your way over to the corner, where Franco sat, his headphones covering his ears. 

You two made eye contact as you got closer, Franco hurriedly taking off his headphones as you sat down by his side. “Hi.” you sighed, tilting your head over to him. 

“Hello.” Franco tried to smile at you, but it didnt fully reach his eyes, a complete turnaround from, his attitude just a couple of hours ago. 

“You feeling okay?” You questioned. 

Franco shook his head, “Not really.”

You sighed, “People make mistakes you know? It’s your first race in the rain. Nobody expected you to be perfect.” 

Franco could only look at you with a crooked smile, “You didnt make a mistake.”

You laughed, “First off, I’ve been racing a whole year longer than you. And second of, I went off the track like five times.” You pursed your lips, “I’m pretty sure I racked up like thirty seconds in penalties.” 

Franco laughed, “Longer than Max? I’m impressed.” 

You nodded, content with taking Franco out of his slump, even if it was just for a second, “I’m glad you are because my team is not.” 

You two sat in silence for a moment, you took note of the multiple cameras pointing your way, “Look at us, bonding over our horrible races.” Franco broke the silence, a real smile pointed your way. 

“Just like old times.” You nudged him with your elbow, Franco giggled, “At least this weekend wasn’t a total waste.” 

“What do you mean?” Franco rose a brow. 

“Dude!” You whisper shouted, “You talked to Lewis like five times yesterday!”

Franco comically perked up, nodding erratically, “I forgot about that!” 

“We’ll are you going to tell me about it or what?” 

[nichmeddar]

franco colapinto

i like me better - franco colapinto

summary: franco and driver!reader seem to be getting closer, through their shared social media interaction. once y/n gets her first fp1 drive, everything falls into place.

a/n: everything is fictional, and there is no face claim! enjoy :)

liked by landonorris, alex_albon, and 563, 982 others ynusername trading four wheels for two this weekend 😉

mercedesamgf1 Please get off the bike y/n

lilymhe IS THAT A BABY Y/N PIC I SEE

ynusername hehe maybe

landonorris I know toto died seeing you post this liked by ynusername

motogp Fancy a weekend with us?

ynusername OH MY GOD I THOUGH YOU'D NEVER ASK team_toto_wolff No Y/n.

lewishamilton 🩷

ynusername hey dad!

liked by francolapinto, oscarpiastri, and 3, 872, 440 others landonorris Summer break you will be missed

danielricciardo Mate you're so ugly

landonorris Smd old man

mclaren Pls tell us that you didn't actually go dirt biking

landonorris Don't worry I was with y/n mclaren That makes it worse

ynusername I'm on a mission to take the whole grid on a dirt biking adventure, who's next bitchessss

francolapinto Me me me I volunteer landonorris Someone's eager 😏

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caption: track limits at turn 7 stewards go get their asses

liked by francolapinto, lewishamilton, and 711, 923 others ynusername excited to take lewis' car out for a spin in fp1 #justiceforreservedrivers

lewishamilton Don't pull a Kimi

kimi.antonelli What the hell Lewis

landonorris awww baby y/n

landonorris Still hasn't achieved her goals of racing in f1 hehe ynusername just for that i'm running u off track tomorrow xx

francolapinto Congratulations Y/N! I'm excited to see you out there

ynusername thanks franco!!

patriciooward I agree #justiceforreservedrivers liked by ynusername

liked by ynusername, lewishamilton, and 5, 720, 816 others mercedesamgf1 Celebratory hugs between Y/N and Lewis following Y/N's superb FP1 drive!

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ynusername Maybe like I can replace the dinosaur or something aha...

francolapinto My favourite driver as a child and my favourite driver as an adult together 🤗

ynusername wow thank you franco! landonorris Boy you are NOT slick

lewishamilton The 🐐

lewishamilton And Y/n.

liked by lewishamilton, landonorris, and 142, 674 others ynusername some funny photos from a very fun weekend

francolapinto Come on you post my teammate but not me?

ynusername maybe you should visit me often then 🤷‍♀️

georgerussell63 Is that Toto...

ynusername affirmative

landonorris Trust in y/n to expose the grid hmmm

alex_albon Wow @/georgerussell63 looking sexy

lilymhe Stop hitting on GEORGE

lewishamilton ⭐ liked by ynusername

francolapinto Penalty for eating ice cream during race week

ynusername booooo someone throw tomatoes on him

user53 DOUBLE FRANCO COMMENTS

liked by alex_albon, ynusername, and 1, 448, 925 others francolapinto Good weekend 😁

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alex_albon Mate does not live up to the hype sorry Franco

ynusername what the actual hell are you doing to that car in the second photo

francolapinto I can show you later if you'd like This comment was deleted

ynusername also you expect me to post you but you don't even post me smh

francolapinto You go first then

landonorris holy shit I saw that comment franco

williamsracing We're pretending that we didn't!

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caption: fine I'll go first @/francolapinto

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caption: She clearly doesn't like paparazzi

liked by oscarpiastri, paularon, and 2, 630, 727 others francolapinto I might fall off but at least a pretty girl can give me CPR

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landonoriss FUCKING FINALY

lewishamilton I'm keeping my eye on you Franco

francolapinto 😅

ynusername awww you think I'm pretty?

francolapinto I'm happy to repeat myself francolapinto You are the prettiest girl I've ever met

williamsracing Please do not fall off

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caption: how is he a formula one driver and still so uncoordinated

how did we like this guys? ALSO why the hell are there no new photos of franco on pinterest like damn. Let me know if you like this and as always reqs are open!

[gguk-n]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could please write a redbull driver with multiple wdc x platonic grid

But the older drivers like max Charles Lewis lando etc get jealous of her constantly being with the younger ones like franco kimi and Ollie all fluff n funny n fans going crazy bout their jealousy

Thank you

Rivals of the Track

{Reader's POV}

It was the Azerbaijan GP, Kevin wouldn't be racing so Ollie had replaced him for the race. He was this tall lanky British teen who rightfully corrected me saying that he was an adult now, he was funny. Ollie was with his best friend Kimi, who had come to support him for the race. I found their friendship endearing and reminded me of my best friend who would try to come to as many races as she could. The other drivers would argue about who my best friend was, but I knew who my best friend was and it was Y/BFF/N.

"Y/N, did you colour your hair?" Kimi asked. "You can tell?" I asked slightly shocked, "I just went for a lighter shade of burgundy than the last time" I elaborated. "Yeah, you look prettier" Ollie chimed. "Thank you. You boys are so sweet, unlike some people I know" I said looking at the other drivers who were stood a few feet away who were very confused when I asked them if anything was different about me. "You're always pretty" Franco added. "Okay, okay, flattery will only get you so far" I laughed. "We're being honest. Having some one as talented and beautiful on the grid that we can learn from is an honour" Kimi said solemnly. "Okay, is there a body you boys wanna hide?" I asked laughing. They laughed back.

"Can you introduce us to Lewis?" Franco whispered while we were stood there waiting for the media interviews. "Sure" I said. "He's so cool and we aren't sure if he'll talk to us" The other two boys added. "Oh, no, my babies, he's a sweetheart. You could just walk up to him and start talking. I was scared of him when I first joined too but we're pretty good friends" I explained. The 3 boys smiled at me, nodding in agreement.

Every time I would be talking to these 3, trying to make them feel at home like all the times the others did, I could feel eyes on me. I wasn't sure why they were all glaring at me.

I was doing my post quali media after qualifying P4. "So, what a race? Are you expecting a win or a podium?" The interviewer asked. "Obviously going to go for the win, podium isn't too far away either, let's see, I have a Ferrari and a McLaren to fight off though" I laughed. "We've seen you hanging around with the younger drivers, do they remind you of your rookie days?" she asked. "Yes, they are so nervous and scared but full of energy. They are fun to hang out with too" I said. "Does this mean you find the older drivers boring?" she prodded. "Never said that" I tsked. "I'm just trying to make them feel at home" I said. "Well, the fans are eating your interactions up. They find it so cute, you're like the mother duck and they are your ducklings" she said. "I wouldn't say that they are wrong" I chuckled. "I interviewed your teammate Max a while back and he didn't seem too pleased with your blossoming friendship. Why is that so?" the interviewer pointed out. "We're all competitive. I guess they are competitive about friends too" I shrugged. "It was nice talking to you, can't wait to watch you on the podium" she stated. I smiled and talked away.

I met the others in my drivers room. "I think this is a confidentiality breech to have all the other teams here" I laughed. "We're staging an intervention" Max stated. "For what? I don't have an addiction" I pointed out. "Since we're losing our bestie" Lando said. I couldn't help but laugh, "Who?" I asked. "You, you dumbass" Charles said. I sat on the chair that was unoccupied. "What's up my fellow drivers?" I asked. "We aren't only your fellow drivers, we're best friends" Lewis said. "Arguable but okay" I shrugged. "Are we not best friends?" Daniel fake cried. "My best friend is Y/BFF/n. You guys, I tolerate at best" I laughed. I could see all them visibly pout. "We don't like it" they said in unison. "What do you not like?" I asked. "You hanging out with the younger drivers or that we aren't best friends. Are we too old for you?" Carlos asked. "I'm as old as you guys. They just remind me of my siblings, they are like my ducklings and I'm their mother duck" I chuckled reminded of the analogy. "So, you aren't replacing us?" Oscar quipped. "Obviously not, they are my children. You guys are my friends" I said face palming myself. "Group hug?" Yuki asked and then we all huddled together. "What about us being best friends?" Max asked. "Still Y/BFF/N. I don't feel like a girl when I'm around you guys, she reminds me. We all have something special, we're competitors and friends" I said. They all seemed to nod in agreement.

After an abysmal race, I was laying in my hotel room going through twitter when I saw people talking about how I had taken the younger drivers under my wing and how they would follow me around like lost puppies while you could see the others stare daggers at them. At some point in the weekend, Max did almost carry me away from them, out of jealousy it seems and the gif was circulating all over the internet. I laughed at the tweets, my friends can get jealous, they would be jealous when I hang out with Y/BFF/N but I do need a get away from all the testosterone, but they are nice people, just bad at communicating.

[piastrisun]

soft as yesterday.

pairings: franco colapinto + fem reader.

summary: reminiscing memories with your childhood friend sometimes bring feelings back, maybe even confessions.

genre: fluff.⠀word count: 2.1k.�� warning: none.

notes: i don’t know how to feel about this but i live for friends to lovers trope!!! it’s everything to me.

the car hums softly as franco reclines his seat just enough to gaze out at the stars above. the midnight air slips through the slightly open windows, carrying the lingering warmth of summer—a perfect backdrop for the shared memories dancing between you. the laughter between you has faded into a warm silence. franco steals glances at you in the driver’s seat, both of you enveloped in the comfortable intimacy of the moment, his arm resting just close enough that you can feel the heat of him. you’ve spent the entire day together, a reunion of sorts with old friends—nico, matías, and paula—reminiscing about teenage memories. the weight of nostalgia pulls at your heart as franco glances your way.

“remember that time when nico tried to teach me how to skateboard?” you chuckle, brushing your fingers over your knee, the familiar warmth of the memory pulling you in. you glance down at the faded scar—a reminder of youth and recklessness. "i still have that scar."

franco lets out a low, warm laugh, the sound wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. his shoulder nudges yours, the space between you narrowing with ease. "yeah, and you said you were going pro after one lesson," he teases, his voice holding that familiar note of affection. “ambitious much?”

you bump him gently with your elbow, the playfulness dancing between you like it always had. "hey!" you protest, your lips curving into a grin. "i was fifteen. everything seemed possible back then."

his smirk deepens, eyes gleaming under the dim streetlights. "fifteen and apparently already getting kissed by him, too," he says, nudging you back, his words laced with mock scandal.

heat flushes your cheeks at the mention. you turn away for a moment, unable to resist glancing back at him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his amusement. "oh my god, not that," you swat at his arm, laughing despite yourself, but the laughter comes out softer.

franco chuckles, leaning in a little more, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. "oh yes, that," he says, his grin widening. "we can’t forget about it."

you laugh, the sound resonating in the quiet of the car, your body relaxing into the moment. "it was a dark time for both of us," you admit, shaking your head, trying to keep the mood light.

he’s smiling, but there’s a flicker in his eyes, a change that you catch, though he tries to hide it behind the playful tone. "but you’ve dated other people, too," franco continues, a hint of something new creeping into his voice—an edge of insecurity he rarely shows. "he’s on the list."

you let out a breath, shaking your head again with a soft smile. “it’s not the same,” you say, trying to reassure him, but he’s still watching you, the joke not landing as it usually does.

his voice drops, a bit more serious now but still continuing with the banter. "but your first kiss was with him,” he points out, his gaze no longer teasing. “and you dated for a while."

the easy laughter fades as you roll onto your side to face him more directly. "c’mon, it was for like a month and we were kids," you say, trying to shrug it off.

franco turns onto his side too, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks at you, his eyes softened by the glow of the stars. "that stays in the history, though. you can’t delete that," he says quietly, almost like he’s testing the waters of what that past means to you now.

in the stillness of the car, with the vast universe above and the soft hum of the engine, you feel the shift between you, the lightheartedness evaporating. you two never really talked about the topic after it happened. you roll onto your back again, staring up at the sky as you gather your thoughts, then finally, you speak. "it was wrong in so many ways," you admit, "nico is family, and the same thing goes for matías and paula."

you feel him tense beside you, waiting for something, his breath catching slightly in the stillness of the night. he looks over at you, his voice almost hesitant now. "and me?" franco asks, his tone barely above a whisper. "what about me?"

your heart tightens in your chest as the air between you shifts again, heavy with unspoken things. as you look at him, really look at him, the boy you've known for years, the one who has always been there. no one has ever made you feel this way, not nico, not anyone else from your past. you always look for the right moment to confess, but it never seemed to come; it’s always been him, and admitting it now feels monumental.

you take a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling into the air between you. your voice is soft, but steady—carrying the quiet truth of what you’ve always known. "you’re different, fran. you always have been."

you don’t look at him right away, your gaze drifting toward the ground as if the confession might feel lighter if you don’t meet his eyes. but you can feel him shift beside you, his body suddenly still in a way that makes you aware of every inch of space between you. the stars above feel closer now, pressing down with the weight of what’s unsaid.

franco’s hand twitches beside yours, as if he wants to reach for you but isn’t sure if it’s the right move. "different, huh?" his voice is low, barely above a whisper, but there’s a roughness to it now, a vulnerability that wasn’t there before. he clears his throat, his confidence faltering for once. "is that… good?"

you finally glance at him, meeting his eyes, and the look there makes your heart skip. there’s something raw, unguarded, in the way he watches you, like he’s letting down a wall you didn’t even realize was there.

“it’s good,” you murmur, your voice almost lost in the night. the words feel bigger than they sound, echoing between you with more meaning than you’ve let on for years. he glances at you, his eyes searching yours, but he doesn’t reach for your hand just yet.

he shifts slightly, leaning back into his seat as he studies you, the moment hanging in the air like the stars above. “may i ask, different how?” his voice is low, barely more than a breath.

you smile, feeling warmth radiate from his gaze. “no one else has ever mattered like you do.” your words hang between you, heavy with the truth they carry, and as the confession leaves your lips, you feel a sense of relief, of finally letting go of everything you've been holding back.

he opens his mouth to speak, but for a second, no words come out—just the soft rise and fall of his breath as he takes it all in. “do you really mean that?” he asks, his voice quiet, almost like he’s afraid to break the fragile spell between you.

you nod, holding his gaze. “i do.” his eyes, those warm, familiar eyes, are full of emotion now—no longer teasing, no longer holding back. it’s all there, laid bare before you.

“i’ve loved you for as long as i can remember,” he admits, his voice soft but filled with raw, unfiltered sincerity. “i tried not to. i told myself it was just friendship, that what i felt wasn’t real, but it never went away. every time i saw you with someone else… it hurt. but i didn’t say anything because i didn’t want to lose you.” his hand trembles slightly as he reaches for your hand instead, grasping it firmly between both of his. you can feel the weight of all the years of buried feelings finally bubbling to the surface, coming undone.

you open your mouth to respond, to say something—anything—to ease the ache you hear in his voice. but franco shakes his head quickly, his thumb pressing lightly against your lips, silencing you. “wait,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. his eyes are almost pleading as they lock onto yours. “i just need to get this out. i can’t hold it back anymore.”

“i didn’t want to ruin what we had,” he continues, his voice low and earnest, every word weighted with the truth of his feelings. “i kept thinking i missed my chance, that you’d never feel the same way. and i couldn’t stand the thought of losing you because of it. i told myself it was better to keep quiet, to be your friend… but every time it killed me a little more.”

he closes his eyes for a moment, his breathing uneven as if he’s fighting with everything in him to stay composed. but when he opens them again, his voice trembling. “you have no idea what it’s been like,” he whispers. “seeing you laugh with them, knowing they got to hold you, kiss you… when all i wanted was for you to be with me.”

you can feel the desperation in his words, the way his grip tightens on your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, a soothing gesture that feels far more intimate now than it ever did before, like he’s trying to memorise every inch of you. your lips part again, wanting to say something, but you’re too lost in the flood of emotions that has overtaken you to talk. every inch of you is drawn to him, as it has always been.

he lets out a soft, shaky laugh, his lips curling into a sad smile. “i was terrified,” his voice cracking with the weight of his confession. “terrified that if i told you how i felt, you’d run. that i’d lose you completely, and i couldn’t bear that.” his voice lowers to a whisper, his eyes searching yours desperately. “but i can’t do it anymore. i’m done acting like i’m not in love with you.”

you lean into him, your hands slipping from his to rest on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart beneath your palms. the heat of his body less than half a meter from yours, the tremble in his hands, the way he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world—it all feels like too much, and yet, not enough.

“you never lost your chance. how could you when no one ever made me feel the way you do?” you finally manage to say, the words tumbling from your lips like a long-held secret, and you can hardly breathe as you lay your heart bare before him.

franco’s expression shifts, surprise washing over his features. his eyes widen slightly, a mix of hope and disbelief flickering there.

“i never wanted anyone else,” you continue, your heart racing as the vulnerability of the moment sinks in. “you’ve always been the one i cared about. the one who made the world feel brighter, the one who understood me in ways i never thought anyone could.” your voice softens, laced with a sincerity that makes your pulse quicken. “for the longest time i tried to convince myself that i only thought about you all the time because we’re friends, but every laugh we shared, every moment we spent together—they were pieces that only fit with you.”

his lips part slightly, the flicker of emotions in his eyes reflecting what you’ve felt all along. you can see the surprise melting into something deeper, a longing that mirrors your own. “i want you, franco. i’ll never stop wanting you,” you finish, feeling the warmth rise in your chest, a wave of relief washing over you as the truth finally spills into the open.

as your words linger in the air, you hold your breath, waiting for his response, the world around you fading away as the moment stretches, filled with unspoken possibilities.

“i thought it was just me,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a raw intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “i thought i was the only one.”

there’s a flicker of understanding between you, something that feels as if it has always been there, waiting for the right moment to break free.

“guess we were both too scared to say it,” you say softly, a nervous laugh escaping your lips, though it’s tinged with relief.

the corners of his mouth lift into a tentative smile, though there’s a hint of disbelief in his eyes. “yeah,” he says, the word heavy with meaning. “i just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you’ve both walked on this tightrope for so long, balancing between friendship and something deeper, and now, with every heartbeat, the air crackles with possibilities.

“it was never going to be ruined,” you say, your voice steadying as you lean in slightly, bridging that last gap. you reach up and cradle his face in your hands, your thumbs gently brushing against his cheeks as you look deeply into his oceanic eyes. the warmth of his skin beneath your touch reassures you. “not with you.”

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 24’.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

THE NEW AMERICAN

F1 Driver Reader Masterlist

Summary: You join the F1 paddock mid-season alongside fellow rookie Franco Colapinto, stepping in for Lance Stroll after a season-ending injury. This journey is far from sunshine and rainbows, but you’re ready to take on the challenges—and the deep-rooted misogyny of the sport—to prove everyone wrong. Determined to make your mark, you’ll fight to win over the skeptics and earn the respect of the F1 world.

The Debut

The Debut part 2

Azerbaijan GP

Azerbaijan GP part 2

Singapore GP

Singapore GP part 2

Autumn Break

Autumn Break part 2

USA TEXAS GP

USA TEXAS GP part 2

Mexican GP

Mexican GP part 2

Brazilian GP

Brazilian GP part 2

Las Vegas GP

Las Vegas GP part 2

Qatar GP

Qatar GP part 2

Abu Dhabi GP

Abu Dhabi GP part 2

End of the Season

I will try to write ate least 1 update per week but bare with me as I am a College student and it is almost Finals Season (Lots of Big tests for anyone whos never heard of it) I have written about 3 different versions of these, depending on how this one goes, I may edit and finish the other two f1driver reader series stories.

[nichmeddar]

f1 grid

franco colapinto

Stroopwaffels | f1 grid

f1 grid × driver!reader × (lowkey) franco colapinto

[smau + rl]

summary : in which the reader had an accident but pretends as if it never happened, is chronic online, and loves stroopwaffels

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yourusername: got traumatised, got stroopwaffels and then a nice nurse lend me her crocs (they're so adorable)

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user1: oh god, she's lost it...

user2: girl, you good

landonorris: *we got some stroopwaffels

yourusername: I'm injured, let me take some ownership

lewishamilton: hope your doing better 🤞❤

user3: that crash looked bad, I hope you're doing alright

user4: well looking at those picture, I think she's fine

user5: or she got some head injury, because what is going on

user6: so are we not going to talk about it???

yourusername: about what?

user7: hope your feeling better ❤

francocolapinto: que te mejores pronto 🥰🥰

yourusername: Idk what you're talking about, but gracias hermoso 😚❤

user8: how are you still alive, that crash looked so mad!?!?

user9: is no one gonna question the amount of stroopwaffels that they bought???

user10: fr, they're like those ppl from the maths books

___

The race started normal. The nervousness as the lights started to turn on, the anticipation electrifying the air as you waited for the lights to turn off. The beating of your heart when they did and the automatic pressure applied to the throttle by you which followed.

You managed to pass a few cars before the first corner, passing a loud crowd in an even louder car. The heat behind your seat, was already making you sweat, and you knew that it would only get hotter as you went along. At least the outside temperatures were still decent.

You remeber checking your side mirror when you tried to pass the car in front of you, and the voice of your race engineer talking into your ear, but you didn't remeber turning. You can't recall if it was your own fault or the car's, or if it was the track. But you do remember your car hitting the curb as you went flying of the track, hitting the fence.

You remeber hearing distant voices, but you couldn't answer, you couldn't move. Your sight was moving so slowly, the dizzy world around you only got a bit clearer after a few moments. Clear enough for you to notice that you had to get out. A smell of fire was what brought said clarity up. Your hands were shaky, as you tried to unfasten your seatbelt. It normally wouldn't have taken this long, but your body was just too heavy. When you finally managed to unbuckle them, you dared to look outside. Over your already heavy breathing, weaved a sense of panic when you noticed that your car had embodied itself into the fence, above the ground, so you had to jump out. There were already Marshalls below, discussing what to do, a crane slowly approached as well. One of the marshalls ran up to the car with a ladder.

Even through your foggy mind you knew what they were planning to do, so you prepared to get out. Trying not to disturb the weight of the car too much, you pulled your legs in and pushed your body up, waiting for the ladder. You looked down towards the orange figures, only making them out blurry through your impacted vision. You jumped a little when a Marshall suddenly appeared by your side. He had already climbed up the ladder, but you hadn't noticed.

His lips moved, but you couldn't hear anything. You didn't know how to answers, so a thumps up had to be enough for now. He seemed to noticed your dizzy state and shouted something down, before slowly reaching out to you, to help you on the ladder. The drop down wasn't far, but the other Marshalls still put you airmattresses in case you should fall.

You don't know how you managed to make your way onto the ladder but you did. Following the Marshall down, as he stayed below you, one hand reaching up and holding you close to the ladder by your back.

At the bottom you had to take a moment to breathe. A Medical team immediately checked if you were alright for the moment, before leading you towards the medical car to take you to the medical centre.

___

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yourusername: good things: doctor who, stroopwaffels, y mi persona favorito, Franco 😘

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user9: I aspire to be this nonchalant, girl just had a big crash, but instead of addressing it she posts her boy

user10: are they together? user9: I genuinely don't know yourusername: neither do we 🤔 user9: OMG?!?! user10: what is that supposed to mean???? 😳😳

francocolapinto: 🥰🥰❤ [liked by yourusername]

yourusername: 🥰❤😘 [liked by francocolapinto] user11: what is this, guys? yourusername: 😘 user11: welp

user12: WHAT IS GOING ON ?!?! 😲💀👀

user13: right??

landonorris: are you still concussed? 😃

yourusername: from what 👀 landonorris: 💥🏎 yourusername: I don't know what you're on about 🤔 landonorris: 💀

alexalbon: are you dating my teammate?

user14: alex out here asking the important questions yourusername: no alexalbon: I just heard franco shout in protest carlossainz55: I did too yourusername: what are u doing at williams, another dinner date with james 🤨😏😘 charles_leclerc: hahaha, she got you there 😂😂

maxverstappen1: can I get some stroopwaffels too?

yourusername: only if you watch doctor who with me 🥰 maxverstappen1: ok 😊

___

The conclusion from the medical staff after your inspection came to a surprise almost. You were pretty much fine, aside from a concussion. Nevertheless did they still sent you to the hospital to get a CAT-scan just to be sure that everything is fine.

After everything there got concluded, you were advised to stay overnight before being able to get picked up by someone. Not that you were in a state to complain, as you were still way too dizzy and tired to complain. The way too hard hospital bed, with it's annoying pillows didn't bother you as much in that moment, because you couldn't really concentrate on it anyway, as you quickly fell asleep.

While you were out, some of the drivers came up to visit, leaving flowers and get well cards. One of the drivers got also instructed to pick you up in the morning. That someone turned out to be Lando. For whatever reason.

Although you were still a bit dizzy, you managed to not throw up or fall on your nose when you made your way to Lando's car. The gifts you received were already on the backseat. The curly headed man, smiled brightly as he saw you, which you returned, still slightly delirious.

"They gave me these funky pills so now I can't stop smiling." Was the fist thing you announce when you sat in the passenger seat. Lando simply laughed loudly and started the car.

"Hey, can we stop at some shop, I'm craving stroopwaffeln." You answered, trying to pronounce it as Dutch as you could, remembering the way Max taught you.

"Fuck yeah, stroopwaffels are the best." Lando agreed eagerly. "But don't tell our trainers."

Completely off it, you lifted a wobbly finger to your lips and let out a pshhh. Lando watched you, and bit his lip clearly holding back a laugh.

"Shit you're high." He mused. "But you have to pretend not to be when we ho shopping, alright."

You held out your pinkie, "I swear."

Lando giggled and wrapped his pinkie around yours.

___

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lando.jpg: stroopwaffels 🍪

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yourusername: did you steal my stroopwaffels???

lando.jpg: I payed for them yourusername: paid*

user14: damn they're really out there living their best life

user15: he did oscar dirty, haha

user16: I really want some stroopwaffels too now 🙃

oscarpiastri: why are you all so obsessed with stroopwaffels?

yourusername: cause they're amazing

lando.jpg: seriously osc

danielricciardo: oh can I get some too 😯

lando.jpg: no yourusername: yes danielricciardo: great 🥰 thanks y/n

user17: I love the crocs

___

You had been ordered to stay in bed by the doctors, so that was exactly what you had been doing. Laying on your couch, watching doctor who, drinking tea and eating stroopwaffels. You ignored the sickness coming over you as you bit into the soft stroopwaffel, before placing it again over you mug, just in time for Franco to come back into the room from the bathroom. Way too loud in your opinion. The remains of the concussion were still present and you were trying to improve your health before the race this coming weekend. So you did nothing and chilled with Franco.

He came over after you got back home and hasn't really left your side since then.

"What candles do you use in you bathroom, they smell amazing." He announced throwing himself back on the couch next to you.

"I think they were a gift, so I'm not sure." You answered, moving you eyes from the television towards the boy.

"Who gave them to you?"

"Charles, but I think Alexandra picked then out." You nodded chuckling alongside Franco.

"Ah, then I'm gonna ask her, maybe I can also pet Leo."

"Maybe you can steal him and then we can co parent him." You suggested eyes focused back on the screen.

"Are you on drugs again?" Franco asked leaning over and poking your cheek. You still had problems moving you eyes, as the world seemed to just lag behind when you did. So with you simply staring at the screen showing barely any emotions you did appear sluggishly, as if on medication.

"Well, I do still take my meds, but I'm not high." Slowly you turned to look at Franco who frowned at you.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to race this weekend again?" He asked concerned. It was a question he had continuously asked over the past few days. And you replied the same everytime. "I have to, I might get dropped if not. I don't want to not perform and look weak in front of the media, they're gonna eat me alive. I mean people have driven in worse states."

Franco didn't answer, but his expression clearly didn't agree with your words. Though he knew that arguing with you wouldn't matter. It would only lead to headaches. So all he did was throw his arms around you and moved his body weight into you, so that you both fell onto your side.

You landed on you back and Franco squeezed in the gap beside you and the back of the couch, arm draped over your torso. When befriending him your quickly learned that his love language was physical touch, so random cuddles were starting to be normal behaviour for him. Especially when he wanted to show that he cared and comfort you.

You never complained, because you actually loved it. You loved the kind of bond you two shared. But there was a slight problem just now.

"I can't reach my stroopwaffels."

[mynicosensesaretingling]

Hii, can I ask an enemy to lovers with Franco Colapinto?

It’s kinda more open ended than I intended it to be but if you want ( or anyone else is interested) I can try to make a bigger story out of this!! 💓

Hope you enjoy it !

——

You had always found Franco Colapinto insufferable. From the very moment you joined the paddock, there was something about his smug grin and wild curls that got under your skin. He was talented—there was no denying that—but his cockiness drove you crazy. The two of you were always at odds, a rivalry fueled by every glance, every sarcastic comment thrown your way.

And, naturally, you’d been paired with him for media duties today.

“You know,” Franco said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed casually as he glanced over at you, “you don’t always have to look like you want to punch me. We’re just here to talk about the race. Smile, maybe?” You rolled your eyes, the movement almost hurting from how much you’ve been doing it lately. Pinching your nose, you adjusted your jacket as you waited for the interview to begin. “I’m not sure what’s more painful, Franco, sitting through this interview or pretending to like you.”

The driver chuckled, clearly amused by your sharp tone. “Ouch. Come on, I’m not that bad.” You almost snorted at that, “Yeah, you kind of are.”

Franco pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. “And yet, here you are, stuck with me.” His lips were pulling into a smirk as he shrugged his shoulders.

Before you could respond, the interviewer called for you both to step forward. The questions came quickly, most of them focused on the upcoming race. But every time Franco answered, he made sure to include a little jab at you, something subtle, something that made your blood boil just a bit more.

“We’ve got a lot of good drivers out there,” he said smoothly, glancing at you with a teasing smirk, “some of them a bit too competitive, though. Right, (Y/N)?”

You gave him a forced smile, hiding the urge to snap back. “Just trying to keep up with you, Franco.”

The interview wrapped up, and as soon as the cameras were off, you spun around to leave. But before you could storm off, Franco grabbed your arm gently, stopping you. “Hey, wait,” he said, his voice surprisingly softer now, losing the playful edge. “You’re always so quick to walk away.”

“Because I don’t want to deal with your crap,” you shot back, but there was less venom in your words than before. Something about the way he was looking at you made you pause. For a moment, there was silence. Franco’s grip on your arm loosened, and he let his hand drop to his side, his gaze lingering on you.

“I didn’t mean to get under your skin..I mean I kind of did but-” he admitted, his expression a little more serious. “I just—maybe I like pushing your buttons because… you’re one of the only people who pushes back.” You blinked, not expecting that. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I think—maybe—I admire you. A little too much.”

Your heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by the sudden change in his tone. “Admire me? You’ve spent the past few months making my life miserable.”

“Yeah, well,” Franco shrugged, his smirk returning, but it was softer now, almost playful. “Maybe I wasn’t handling it the right way.” You narrowed your eyes at him, unsure of where this was going. “So, what? You’ve been acting like a jerk because… you admire me?”

“Maybe more than admire,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. The way he looked at you—like he wasn’t joking anymore, like he actually meant it—sent a strange warmth through your chest.

The air between you shifted, the tension that had always been there suddenly taking on a different meaning. Maybe it wasn’t hate after all. Maybe it was something else entirely.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though there was no heat in your words anymore.

Franco stepped a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe. But you don’t hate me as much as you think you do, do you?” You stared at him, eyes searching his face as your heart was racing in your chest. Maybe he was right. Maybe, just maybe, the rivalry had been hiding something else all along.

With a small, almost imperceptible smile, you finally let your guard down, just a little. “I guess we’ll find out.” Franco grinned, and for the first time, you didn’t find it annoying.

[think-like-a-poet]

Can you do another franco colapinto one. I have to get ready for his FP1 debut and i love uour other one

Biggest supporter

Franco Colapinto x reader

A/N: I just decided to make it about the news.

Your head is shot up by the sound of Franco, your boyfriend, walking back into the room. A big smile was plastered on his face and tears were forming in his eyes.

"What happened? Is everything oké?" you asked, concern etched on your face. Franco's nodding his head with excitement only added to your growing sense of anticipation.

"James Vowels just called," he exclaimed, still beaming with joy. "I'm going to drive the first free practice in Silverstone!" His words were punctuated by his wide, toothy grin, which seemed to grow even wider as he spoke. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement for him.

You rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug. "Oh my god, that's amazing!" you breathed into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying to stifle his happy tears. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

As you pulled back, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I'm so proud of you," you whispered, tracing your fingers under his eye to catch any stray tears that might fall. Franco's smile grew even wider, and he looked at you with shining eyes.

"You're coming right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," you replied, exhaling slowly. "I was already planning on being there." You could barely contain your excitement at the thought of cheering him on from the stands.

"I know," Franco said, nodding. "But training is earlier than the Formula 2 quali and you were planning to do some university stuff in the morning."

"I will be there. I am your biggest supporter." you say, "When you look, I will be standing there with a big sign."

-

Tag list: @hiireadstuff @nikfigueiredo @elliott-calls @g-l-o-b-e-w-h-o-r-e

[koalapastries]

Can we get texts with trans!drivers and they feel really uncomfortable about something (dysphoria, hate, their period etc)?

your f1 boyfriend is dysphoric

trans ftm!formula one x male!reader

online hate, drivers on their period

summary: your boyfriend gets gender dysphoria

warnings: swearing, mentions of crying (charles, seb, lance (?), franco), seahorse dad!seb, discussion of non-specific scars (mick)—could refer to dysphoria-induced sh scars or top scars, i think that's it?

contains: charles leclerc, franco colapinto, lance stroll, mick schumacher, oscar piastri, + sebastian vettel

©koalapastries :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: anon i love this premise so i'm probably gonna make others for when they're on their period and when they get hate 🫶 please let me know if you wanted any other drivers!

comments + reblogs appreciated!

credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers!

[nichmeddar]

franco colapinto

Fan Favorite (FC43)

summary: franco and y/n are everyone's favorite couple in the paddock. they serve, fans eat it up - simple as that.

franco colapinto x driver!reader

based on two different requests I got

cw: google translated spanish, lando and y/n are friends but they're hating on each other, franco is a simp, smidge of williams slander

fc: emily carey

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francolapinto: te amo mucho, mi corazon

tagged: yourusername

comments:

yourusername: te amo <3

user3442: oh to be franco colapinto

user332: franco can you fight?

landonorris: that last photo was a bit tmi

yourusername: no one made you look norizz landonorris: you're so mean

ynupdates: when I'm in a who's a bigger y/n fan competition but my opponent is franco

francolapinto: my beautiful girl

user33: dude this is your own post

user201: oh to be loved the way franco loves y/n

liked by francolapinto, williamsracing, landonorris and 1.547.365 more

yourusername: it's race weekend baby!

tagged: francolapinto, williamsracing

comments:

williamsracing: our favorite driver is back in the garadge

francolapinto: mi hermosa novia

francolapinto: mygirlmygirlmygirl

user323: another day of franco being in the likes before me

user22: franco's in the likes before the photos are even posted atp

landonorris: can't wait to outscore you again

yourusername: dude I'm driving a williams?! yourusername: admin don't look

ynnation: prettiest driver

ynupdates: franco looking at y/n is all of us

comments:

user221: no because that caption is so real

ynsbettercar: they're so obsessed with each other it's not even fair

f1fanat1c: find someone who looks at you the way franco looks at y/n

user553: so real, because if he's not like this then I don't want him

mclursa: praying for a relationship like theirs

th3ssf: they are the standard

livelughsformula: no because this is how franco looks at y/n 😍

user44: I too would look at my girlfriend like that if she was y/n l/n

f1wagupdates: y/n and franco spotted out having breakfast

comments:

oneonef: love how f1 wags posted this

user443: franco is y/n's wag first, williams driver second

ynupdates: fav couple

user090: they're so cute together

usrrs: having a relationship like theirs is not a want it's a need atp

usef1: mama and papa

user442: same, except I'm older than them

userrr: franco and y/n are why I believe in love

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yourusername: national boyfriend day post

tagged: francolapinto

comments:

francolapinto: ai corazon, you said you wouldn't post these

yourusername: I lied

username43: franco looks so cute with those glasses

use221: why is he looking at me like that

landonorris: the 3rd picture is unsettling me

yourusername: scroll away bitch landonorris: *gasp*

francolapinto: te amo te amo te amo

yourusername: <3

carmenmmundt: I came here for a pretty girl instead I got a Franco post

yourusername: you can come over instead ;) francolapinto: on a post appreciating me? yourusername: shh fran, I'm shooting my shot

userrrsa: googling how to become franco colapinto, brb

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, yourusername and 896.554 more

francolapinto: girlfriend appreciation post

tagged: yourusername

comments:

yourusername: you said the first picture would never see light of day

francolapinto: not nice being lied to is it?

user443: y/n's slaying no matter what

userrr2: mother is mothering

user445: franco can you fight?

francolapinto: 👍👍

yourusername: idk if I feel appreciated enough

francolapinto: wait until I get back home and I'll appreciate you some more user003: do you need a third?

user332: y/n l/n the most beautiful woman

thsfd3: get mother something better than a williams pls

user992: if they break up I'll kill myself, no cap

userrrw: real

[trashytracktales]

🌸 || MASTERLIST

──── The ultimate guide to every F1 fic I’ve posted on my blog. You’ll find everything organized by driver, so you can easily find exactly what you’re in the mood for. The list will be updated regularly.

──── Everything I write is:

purely fictional, and just for fun;

+18, explicit, and contains mature/sexual content, unless specified (please, always read the warnings);

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──── Music plays a huge role in my writing process. While it’s totally optional, I often include song recommendations for my stories to enhance your reading experience.

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𐙚 LOGAN SARGEANT

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[thenerdysimp]

In the works👀

[charlotteking23]

hello my darlings

today I was going to post my fic but sadly tumblr decided it wanted to be lacking right now and prevented me from posting it...So I decided I will wait till tomorrow to post the fic hoping everything will get better in tumblr problem.

Sorry my darlings hope you have a wonderful day

from: Charlotte🩷

Update btw: nevermind its apparently working now so I'm gonna post today!!

[nichmeddar]

franco colapinto

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Bad Blood

♥ masterlist | request rules | based on this request

♥ pairing: franco colapinto x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: tensions started rising in the williams garage when bad strategies pitted you and your teammate, franco against each other. after spotting him in a bar the night of a race the two of you bonded over your shared bad result. 

♥ one-shot - wc: 1.6k

♥ as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing, drinking, and vaguely suggestive !!!

♥ a/n: rivals to lovers + forced proximity, go nuts babe. btw there’s some salty team vibes so i just wanna say i love williams (except james) this is purely for the plot lol

“Plan B, Y/n. Plan B,” you engineer said on the radio of your car.

”Is Franco undercutting me?” you asked, shifting down into a corner.

“We think this is the best decision point-wise.”

“You’re joking.”

“Y/n stick to the strategy, you’ll get your time eventually.” they responded.

“No this is bullshit. What advantage are you giving him? He can’t chase down Kmag any better than I can—at least he doesn’t have the pace right now. I don’t see why you’re making him the priority.”

You reached the end of the main straight watching as your teammate exited the pit lane in front of you.

He was on hard tires, an extremely odd choice for the end of this race. You were trying to complete the last 20 laps on softs while your teammate tried to make up positions on the opposite compound. Wait why the fuck would they put him on those tires? If they were aiming for an undercut, they were certainly going to fail with this strategy. 

You dove down into the apex and collided with Franco, who was turning in front of you. You both spun out into the gravel, ending your race. 

It was always like this. Somehow you always found yourself competing against Franco no matter where you went. 

“Fuck,” you yelled on the radio as you threw your HANS device outside of the car. 

“Are you okay?” your engineer questioned.

“Yup, yeah I’m fine.” you responded. 

The Williams team could hear faint breathing from Franco. 

“Is she ok?” he asked. 

“Yes, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

-

You scrolled through your phone in your driver's room, coming across a couple of posts about the situation.

@fcswife “is she okay?” FRANCO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😭❤️

@charlesgf16 she really has zero respect for franco huh?

@francodefender1 how could anyone hate him? 😩

You rolled your eyes and clicked off the device, throwing it onto a different cushion on the couch. You were going to need a drink. 

-

Later that night you retreated to a bar you were unfamiliar with. A couple of F2 drivers in your circle mentioned it in passing and considering you couldn't fluently speak the language of the country you were visiting, you hoped to run into a few people you knew.

The room was dark, loud, and packed. You could hear music playing over the sound of dozens of drunk voices. You pushed your way through the crowd of people towards the front of the bar in order to get a drink.

You spotted a familiar face when you arrived. To your dismay it was the only person you wished not to talk to at that moment. His brown curls were immediately identifiable and if that wasn't enough, the fluorescent lighting illuminated his face, drawing your eyes towards the small mole on his cheek.

You looked around for a place to avoid him, but all the booths were taken and the only open bar stool was the one next to Franco.

Because of course it was.

You sighed and took the seat next to him, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon please," you asked, causing Franco to snort.

“What?” you shifted your gaze towards him.

“Champagne is for winners,” he said, looking you straight in the eye.

It wasn’t like he was incorrect. Champagne was for the podium—but you had a long day and it was time to treat yourself. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at the man’s comment.

Franco waved over the bartender to get a glass and help himself to the bottle of alcohol.

“You can venmo me,” you said only half joking as he poured himself some champagne.

A small tv in the corner of the bar had a replay of the race and press.

”There were a lot of emotions definitely, uhm I think the decisions tire wise for the strategy weren’t great. It’s frustrating to see the prioritization of your teammate but I guess I have no input on whether that goes to me or Franco each race. We had a rough week overall as a team but I hope we can bounce back.”

“As much as I hate to agree with you… you were right. Both our strategies were fucked.” he said referencing your post race interview, “They screwed us both.”

The two of you never really got along, but at least neither blamed each other for the crash. It was just a racing incident and it didn’t have to prevent you from finally having a civil conversation with Franco.

“To screwing us both,” you smiled while raising your glass of champagne, eliciting a chuckle out of him.  

He clinked his cup to yours with a smirk and took a small sip. 

From that point on your distaste for him slowly started to die down and you began to have a mutual understanding.

-

The next race went over far smoother than the last. Franco ended up in P5 with you right behind him in P6; an incredible result for the two of you and the team.

You jumped out of your car and strolled your way over to his. The camera picked up on you patting his helmet and mumbling something.

Of course this was going to be all your media feed would show for the next few days.

-

That night you found yourself at a far more tame pub than the last.

“From the gentleman across the bar,” a server said, causing you to look up from your phone and towards the direction he was pointing. 

Franco was leaning against the counter with a grin. He raised his eyebrows quickly and waved.

You took a sip of the cold blue drink in front of you and waved back. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pulled out your phone and unblocked a number.

You 

is there red bull in this? 

+1800******

yea 

You got a text back immediately, prompting you to change the contact name. 

You

i think that’s a sin

Franco

oh?

You

yea if i can’t drive it i shouldn’t be drinking it  

Franco

i guess it’s too bad williams doesn’t make energy drinks

You

come sit with me

-

Tensions were still high on track between the two of you but the minute race weekend was over it was like someone flipped a switch.

A few weeks flew by and people started to notice your behavior towards Franco. By now there were probably dozens of pictures of you looking very cozy together at parties, but not getting along at the circuits or simply ignoring each other in the paddock.

Of course people were getting suspicious. Maybe this was a ruse to keep your relationship a secret? Maybe it was all staged for Netflix. Or maybe—you two didn’t really know what you were.

-

“Che,” a voice called out to you in spanish, instantly grabbing your attention.

You spotted Franco in a booth at the back of the club. It was far darker in that corner, but with the flashing lights and loud music you were glad he picked a more secluded area.

The building was full with the familiar faces of drivers and team members.

”Look at you,” he said, impressed.

You laughed and did a small spin, showing off your dress. You knew he’d liked it and by the memory you had earlier this evening, it seemed as though a lot of people would.

”Another date with Franco, huh?” Kika smirked while putting on some dangly earrings. “It’s not a date,” you protested. She spun her body around to face you. “This,” she gestured to your outfit. “Is for a date.”

You slid into the booth next to him, setting your black clutch purse beside you.

Franco’s hand firmly grabbed your thigh to steady himself as he shifted closer towards you. Your eyes darted down to the action but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip loosened as he settled and he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

A small hum escaped your lips, barely audible over the music and voices, but there was no way in hell your soft noises wouldn’t catch his attention.

”¿Esto está bien?” (is this ok?) he asked in a whisper, causing you to only nod.

His face moved closer to yours, and you wasted no time cupping his cheeks in your hands, and connecting your lips.

You melted into the kiss knowing damn well you daydreamed about this an embarrassing amount.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, tasting the gloss you applied earlier. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance and he dragged his fingertips further up the inside of your thigh.

Franco moved down to your neck leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His index and middle fingers brushed the lace of your lingerie, causing him to smirk against you.

“Stand up,” he demanded. He slipped out of the booth and pulled you onto your feet. You grabbed your clutch as he guided you through the crowd, hand-in-hand.

He opened the chiming door and the two of you stepped onto the wet cobblestone. Your heels clicked on the ground as he guided you to his car in the rain.

He pulled open the passenger seat door for you.

“Wow, we weren’t even in there a couple of minutes,” you stated.

“I think we’ve had enough time to talk… quiero llevarte a casa…” (i want to take you home) he leaned down and mumbled to you.

“O en este caso mi hotel,” (or in this case my hotel) “unless you’d rather go back inside..” he trailed off.

You shook your head in protest to his last works and a light chuckle slipped through his lips.

”Alright then,” he smirked, getting into the drivers seat.