Allisonxf1s Masterlist

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CARLOS SAINZ

this yours? 

p1 - p2

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother.

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the one

summary: the one where you’re dating carlos sainz jr, whilst being the youngest of the leclerc family and hiding the relationship from your brothers. mission unsucessful.

CHARLES LECLERC

you and i, forever

satellite (p2)

summary: the one where you and charles navigate his high-end career while trying to stay loyal with eachother from a long distance. which proves to be harder for one certain party.

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je t’aime

summary: the one where charles and you attend the celebratory dinner after him winning the 2023 championship, which leads to a man on one knee and you crying whilst his family cheers in the background.

ARTHUR LECLERC

coming soon <3

MAX VERSTAPPEN

coming soon <3

MICK SHUMACHER

coming soon <3

LANDO NORRIS

coming soon <3

DANIEL RICCIARDO 

coming soon <3

LEWIS HAMILTON 

all too well (ft. pierre gasly)

summary: the one where pierre gasly doesn’t realize what he’s lost until she’s gone and in the arms of a certain british world champion.

GEORGE RUSSELL

coming soon <3

SEBASTIAN VETTEL 

coming soon <3 

LANCE STROLL

coming soon <3

 ALEX ALBON

coming soon <3

PIERRE GASLY  

coming soon <3

Please please please begging can we get some max thank you ❤️❤️

definitely coming your way 👀

(its gonna be based off 'matilda' by harry styles so i think you can tell how depressing its gonna be <3

JOKES ON YOU

its probably gonna be cheating or something since im in a bad mood 😭

Lover [andrew!p.parker]

SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME SO DON’T READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT!!

 pairings: andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, crying, hugging?? kissing :P

(an: this is a request with specific looks so uhhh, she’s gonna have certain looks but you can try to ignore it. black/brown eyes, long brunette hair, short, dark skin, Peter = Andrew (T) Peter = Tom’s Peter

summary: summary: peter lost y/n and gwen at the same time. whilst ned and mj are trying to locate y/n and peter they grab the wrong versions. but it seems these two know eachother better then everyone thought.

As sparks formed a circle in the distance, Ned and Mis curiosity peaked.

“Do that again.” MJ told Ned as they got up from their seats. “Find Y/n L/n.” As he spoke and twirled his hands a portal opened up in-front of them. Through the portal they could see her, looking around, she was being thrown out of an apartment. “That’s her!” Ned yelled, “Y/n Y/n here!” She turned around to the sound of people shouting her name. “Ned?” “Yeah come on.” “Y/n!” MJ shouted.

“You’re not our Y/n, are you?” MJ questioned as the pair developed a defensive stance, slowly she picked up a piece of bread and chucked it at her. “Ow, why? Why would you do that MJ?” Y/n spoke as she rubbed her arm, “I just wanted to see uh something, if you’re a hologram or something.” MJ spoke. “I- I’m not. I was at my apartment with my boyfriend, my Peter Parker and I uh stepped out for a second when I was just here. I went back inside my apartment after a day and a couple kicked me out then you guys got me. What year is it? The technology looks uh advanced.” Y/n questioned the duo. Ned looked at her, his eyes warming up, “2024.” Y/n eyes widened as a state of shock took over. 

“20- 2024? That’s, 12 years ahead. Wow.” “You’re from 2012?” MJ asked as her curiosity peaked towards this version of her best friend. “Yeah, 2012. If I’m here, you’re telling me that the theory of a multi-dimensional reality is real? A-and matter displacement?” She gawked, “Yeah I guess. But um no offence but we’ve gotta find our Y/n and Peter.” MJ spoke, “Ouch. But uh go ahead.” 

“Find Peter Parker.” Ned said as he repeated the motion with his hands, “Try again.” MJ encouraged Ned, “Find Peter Parker!” Sparks began to appear in front of them as another portal opened in front of them as Y/n stepped back carefully, “Come here.” MJ told her as she walked to stand with the trio. 

“Peter! Peter!” The two of them shouted as through the portal they could see Peter as Spider-Man. “Is that you’re Peter?” She whispered as MJ nodded furiously. Peter looks back at them as he begins to pick up his pace and jog towards the portal, Ned, MJ and Y/n look at each other with smiles on their faces, “Does this mean I get to go home soon?” MJ intertwined their hands and nodded with a smile. “Well in that case, Come on Peter! I don’t mind meeting another Peter Parker!” Y/n encouraged the masked Peter.

“Wait can you quickly go grab my phone, we need to see if there’s been any sightings of the Green Goblin and the rest of them.” Ned asked Y/n, “Uh sure where is it?” “Up the stairs to the left.” He spoke with a smile, she nodded and made her way up as she ran into Ned’s grandma, “Hi!” Y/n spoke nervously, “Y/n! Hello!” She spoke with an accent as she walked past. 

Huh, I guess she knows me in this world too. Okay, Ned’s room looks pretty similar in this reality too. Where is his frickin phone!

-Meanwhile Downstairs-

“Crawl around.” MJ told him as she picked up another piece of bread, “Crawl around?” Peter spoke, “Crawl around.” MJ said as she motioned with her pointer finger, “Why do I need to crawl around?” Peter questioned, “Cause it’s not enough.” MJ defended, “This is plenty.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is.” “No it’s not!”  “Yeah it is!” Peter spoke as they hopelessly went back and forth, “Nu-uh.”    “How do I stick to the ceiling?” He questioned, as MJ launched another bread roll. “Do it.” “Ned, (I legit couldn’t find what she says in Tagalog soooo) 

“My Lola was asking if you could just, get the cobweb there since you’re like up there.” Ned asked him, “Yeah of course.” Peter said as he put his mask in his mouth and proceeded to crawl along the wall and get the cobweb down. “Thank you.” Lola said to him as he hopped down and cleaned off his hand before having them wide open, “We g-” His voice came out muffled due to his mask which he promptly took out, “We good?” “For now.” MJ said as Lola turned around.

 “Hold on, if I’m here then you’re telling me that the theory of a multi-dimensional reality is real? A-and matter displacement?” Peter questioned MJ and Ned. “That’s what she just said.” Peter stared at them, “Who?” “I’m going to bed, Y/n’s coming down!” 

Peter’s heart began to race after hearing her name, “Y/n?” MJ looked at him, “Yeah, she’s not our Y/n we tried to find the real one, but we got the wrong one just like we tried finding the real Peter and found you instead.” MJ explained as she came down the stairs and around the corner, “Ouch.” The two exclaimed in unison. As she turned the corner Peter’s eyes widened as a race of emotions flooded through him. Love. Sadness. Happiness. All at once.

His Y/n.

“I got you’re ph-one.” Y/n stumbled, “Oh my god, Peter!” Y/n gawked as a smile forced it’s way onto her face. “You two know each other?” Ned and MJ questioned, confused. “He’s my Peter!” Y/n smiled happily. The world slowed down as everything around him became blurred, his hearing? Muffled. Surroundings? Blending. Eye sight? Blurred. Tears began rolling down his face.

“Y/n?” He croaked out, “Yeah Peter it’s me! I’m sorry I stepped out of the apartment and then I was just here next.” Y/n spoke as she handed Ned his phone. “Peter?” Y/n spoke worried as she saw his tears. “I, you.” He scrambled his words as he stumbled into the wall behind him as she walked towards him more concerned then ever. “What’s wrong Pete?” Peter’s face twitched into a smile at the sound of his nickname. She bent down to his level as he was on the floor now.

Ned and MJ couldn’t help but fold at the scene in front of them, as they watched lovingly the door opened and in stepped Peter and May, “Hey what’s going on who are they?” (T) Peter asked promptly being shushed by MJ and Ned. 

“We were trying to find you and Y/n and accidentally brought other dimensional versions of them here. They’re from the same universe but that Peter is from the future, where that Y/n dies. That Y/n is from a few years earlier and she just thinks that’s her Peter which it is but she doesn’t know what happens so it’s a pretty emotional scene.” MJ whisper-explained as Peter shook his head in understanding. “How cute. Y/n is at her parent’s house. She’s coming later.” May told the trio.

“Hey, hey look at me Peter.” Y/n said as she lifted his chin to make him look at her. “I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here. I’m here.” She cooed. “You are?” Peter cried. “I’m here love. I am. Always. I love you,” Y/n promised as she kissed his forehead.

“I love you more Y/n.” Peter smiled as the two embraced.

“Aww.” The others spoke as they cried, holding each other for comfort. “I’m guessing you’re the other Peter Parker?” Peter and Y/n laughed as they got up.

(T) Peter looked down at his suit and laughed, 

“How’d you guess?”

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒? - 𝐂.𝐒 - pt 2

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother. 

part 2!! (final part) 

pairings: carlos sainz x female reader, platonic formula one drivers x reader

warnings: vulgar language, bfb trope, teasing, bad spanish translations :) asshole carlos 👍🏽🧎‍♀️carlos has an oc!sister who may be a friend in which i incorporated into the fic since it’s her bday

word count: 951 words

The rest of the day was a blur, not in a bad way though. 

It had been a blur of shouting, delicious food, competitiveness as well as teasing. The man from earlier on hadn’t stopped looking your way, Madelyn was long gone, by the time you snapped out of your trance from your interaction with the man earlier she’d left to complete party duties. 

Although she had texted saying that influential people would be attending.

And by that she either meant rich or famous. 

You still hadn’t had the pleasure of learning the mystery mans name. Only what you hoped were his initials, C-S. He had a thick accent earlier on, and he may not have been fluent in English. But based off of your Year 10 Spanish knowledge, Mierda, was a Spanish word, meaning shit. 

Okay you were lying, you barely remembered anything from your Spanish language lessons. You were basing his nationality based off of your Narcos based Spanish vocabulary as it was currently your obsession because you totally weren’t just watching the show because of Pedro Pascal.

Right now the tournament had ended, finally.

Although the day was way more eventful than you’d thought it was going to be, you were still in thirty degree weather, a hoodie and jeans. The last hole, lucky number 18 had numerous photographers surrounding it, most likely for the local newspaper or something similar. And just to your luck, you were suddenly being called over. Each remaining player, all but 3, were having family photos.

The families of the top 3 were ushered into the banquet hall nearby, your family being the last there. 

Ravi had made it to 3rd place, barely.

As you stood with Ravi and your parents you felt another hand wrap around your waist. 

“Smile!” The photographer exclaimed, as your family did your face dropped.

“Why aren’t you smiling Cariño?” 

Flash. The picture was done with as Ravi turned your way, another man walked past you, “Oh mate it’s been so long!” This man also spoke with an accent, however it sounded more French than Spanish. 

The Spaniards arm dropped from your waist, replaced with a hand on your back.

Your parents hugged the two other men, as he wrapped his arms around your mothers waist he winked your way. “I think we better call it a day.” Your father said as you hugged him, “I’ll call tomorrow okay?” He spoke as he and your mother left through the entrance, you, Ravi and the other two were left in the hall.

The new man was dressed similar to the Spaniard, as you’d now dubbed him in your head. The only difference being the Scuderia Ferrari cap which adorned his head. “Looks like it’s us three, like old times no?” The French man smiled widely as his eyes made his way to you. “Oh who’s this Ravi?”

“My sister Y/n! Y/n meet Charles and behind you is Carlos.” Ravi introduced the two men as Charles stretched his hand out your way. “Nice to meet you Y/n. Are you going to Sainz’s birthday tonight? The three of us are, we don’t mind taking you with us right?” 

Charles questioned his friends, “No, not at all Charles. I’ll show you a good time Y/n.” Carlos teased as his hand slid lower down your back side as your posture straightened from the sudden movement, “Uh, I’m having Sayda or Sainz as you’d say, pick me up since we have a bit more to set up and she wants me to meet her brother since he’s in town for once.” You didn’t mean for the sentence to come out so bitter, but it ended up that way, because apparently someone up above found your humiliation hilarious.

“Oh? What do you mean for once?” Carlos pressed further, clearly amused. 

Your head turned his way as you looked up, “Well according to her he’s a bit of an asshole and he doesn’t exactly make much time to see his family since he’s always so busy with his job. What job keeps people from seeing their damn family once in a while, he sounds like an ass.”

Great, you put your foot in your mouth and also managed to trash talk the brother of your best friend whom you hadn’t even met nor given a chance to explain his job and why it kept him away from family so often.

“Nice to meet you Y/n L/n, I’m Carlos Sainz.” 

Your eyes were quite literally about to burst out of your skull as your hand slapped over your mouth while apologies flowed out shortly after. 

Charles shook his head as he and Ravi walked away, “We’ll let you two figure it out.” Ravi managed to get out as Charles doubled over in laughter.

“I’m so sorry Carlos, I had no idea!” 

“Mi Amor I think that’s obvious.”

“I really didn’t mean any of that, it’s just what Sayda’s said so-”

“Do you believe everything she says? Don’t you have your own thoughts in that pretty head of yours hm?” Carlos grinned as he angled your head up by your chin.

Your throat went dry. The several smoothies from earlier on long forgotten. 

“C’mon amor, no words already?” 

“I-” 

“Carlos!” 

Sayda ran your way as Carlos rolled his eyes, “You met Y/n good. The party is starting in like 10 come on!” She said as she began to drag Carlos by his wrist towards the door, but not before you grabbed something from your bag.

Carlos caught the golf ball mid-air before bringing it to his chest, “This Yours?” 

Carlos shook his head, as he looked up at you as he smiled, “Keep it safe for me Cariño.” 

Congrats on 200 followers. Can you write something about the celebratory dinner with Charles and his family after Charles won the world title?

Of course!

and completely missed the mark 😭

contains bad french translations ❤🤩

Je T'aime

"And Charles Leclerc is the winner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and subsequently the 2023 Champion of the World!"

Cheers rung through out the Ferrari Garage, more so all around you. As you gripped your headphones tighter than before as you watched your boyfriend cross the line, swerving left and right.

Following in his lead, fellow team-mate Carlos and Max. The first Ferrari 1-2 since 22' Bahrain.

In that moment it was all worth it.

The frustrations, struggles and pain of the last few years, the DNFs, the engine problems, miscommunication, everything.

It didn't matter.

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You, nor any Ferrari employee had managed to wipe the ginormous grin on all of your faces, these smiles would've, (according to Lando) put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

Charles stood proudly on top of his championship winning vehicle as he celebrated by drawing a bow and arrow and shooting off into the distance before covering his eyes as if looking into the sun to see it off.

He jumped down and rushed to the rowdy red team as shouts and compliments surrounded him.

Now don't get him wrong.

He loved the support and congratulations he was receiving but they weren't exactly coming from the person he wanted to hear it from.

The second you came into his field of vision, Charles swallowed you entirely with his bear hug. "For you. Mi amor for us!"

"I know Charles, I'm so proud, you have no idea. I love you so much mon chou." You rambled as you pressed your lips to his.

-

You and Charles were driving to Pascales home.

It had been three days since your very own boyfriend, Charles Leclerc himself, stood proudly on the top of the podium. Clutching his trophe so tightly as if he feared it would run away.

That night was not something any Ferarri member would have remembered in the slightest inkling.

That night was a blur of love, cheers, champagne, skinny dipping off a boat and fireworks as well as noise complaints.

Right afterwards you organized the dinner with Charles and his family knowing they wanted to see him even though Charles had already told you, that the pair off you guys would go together to visit anyway.

You were zoned out as you felt Charles's hand resting comfortably on the inside of your thigh as it drew you back in.

"Tu vas bien?" - Are you okay?

"Yeah, just thinking about this week."

"Oh yeah? Any specific parts? Perhaps our bedroom last sunday?" Charles joked as your smacked his arm.

"No you idiot, I'm just proud of you."

"Merci chérie, je n'aurais pas pu le faire sans toi."

Thank you honey, I couldn't have done it without you.

-

The door opened and revealed a beaming Prema Driver in an ugly christmas sweater.

"Maman me l'a fait porter. Don't even."

Mom made me wear it.

Speaking of the woman, "Charles!" she squealed as she hugged her son before turning her attention to you. "Y/n, it's been too long mon amour."

"Hi Mrs Leclerc! How are you?"

"Good, I'm having fun, watching my boys, being healthy and doing my job. Its a peaceful life and I love it."

"That sounds amazing, I know who I'm going to for my next haircut then huh?" You joked.

"Yes you do. I'm happy and eating well."

"I told you not to lie with family Maman. I saw you eating the oreos!" Enzo joked as he also welcomed you and Charles "Oh shush Lorenzo, come this way dinner's outside, but close your eyes Y/n."

-

You were promptly blindfolded and lead outside where you suddenly stopped, all you could hear was bickering in a language incomprehensible to you. Italian maybe? Definitely not French was all you could tell.

"Y/n."

Was all you heard before the blindfold was taken off and you swore then and there you fell in love, forever, permanently.

Charles was standing in front of you, on one knee, with a ring box in hand.

"Cha-"

"Ma fille, je ne te remercierais jamais assez de m'avoir aidé à traverser ces années difficiles. Tu es restée à mes côtés pendant toutes ces années. Tu m'as toléré, aidé, nourri, soigné quand j'étais trop brisé pour le faire moi-même. L'année dernière a été ma pire, et tu m'as aidé à traverser ça avec facilité. Tu m'as soutenu quand j'avais l'impression de n'avoir personne. Quand c'était le monde contre moi, tu me rappelais toujours que je n'étais jamais seul. Alors s'il te plaît bébé, épouse-moi.

Tiens toi a mes côtès pour toujours."

TRANSLATION:

My girl, I could never thank you enough for helping me through these tough years. You've stuck by my side for all these years. You tolerated me, helped me, fed me, cared for me when I was to broken to do so myself. Last year was my worst, and you helped me through it with ease. You stood by me when I felt like I had no one. When it was the world against me you always reminded me I was never alone. So please baby, marry me.

Stand by me, forever.

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"You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this Charles. I've known you since we were kids and I've loved you longer than I've known.

Yes! A million times, Yes!"

He promptly slipped the gorgeous and obviously expensive ring on your finger before scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you around. As his brothers and mother shouted in excitement and happiness.

As it all settled down you looked up at your boyfriend of 5 years and bestfriend of 19.

"Je t'aime tellement mon ange." Charles whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

"Je t'aime Charlie."

i love you - p.atreides

pairings - paul atreides x y/n (fem)

warnings - none! super soft - clingy paul :) - modern au

word count - 1k probably lmao

(NOT PROOF READ CUZ IM LAZY)

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN.

                                                         <3

You sat on your and Paul’s shared bed, staring off into the distance as you contemplated your options. On one side you could obey his wishes of you staying in your room while Paul trains even though it’s 11pm.

OR

You leave.

As simple as that and before you knew it your legs were walking to the door and your hand turning the knob. You peaked your head around the corner, not bothering to look behind you since you knew your and Paul’s room was all the way at the end of the hall. You looked back at you room before waving your hand, the room’s light flicking off.

As you roamed the halls you couldn’t help but stare out the windows, the moonlight was gorgeous as it danced on the treetops and distant lake. It was like a picture frame, perfectly still despite the cold, faint breeze you felt on your face as your night gown swayed slightly.

You admired the view for a little more before you gently opened the door to the garden, your garden.

You walked along the pond, careful to not get your dress wet as you admired the garden. Off in the distance you could see your favourite reading spot, the middle gazebo of three. The white gazebo contrasted beautifully beside the red, orange and yellow roses which grew around it. Vines adorned the roof, giving a rustic, over-run look which you loved of course.

The whirring sound of the pond put you at ease, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The gazebo wasn’t just a gazebo, it was a safe place, for you, it was bigger than it seemed. It had a little kitchen space and a bed at the back, it was like a little home - inside the gazebo was adorned with fairy lights, a wall - shelved to the brim with books, pillows and a comfy throw on the window seat. A vinyl collection and a record player with a little tech to the side.

You walked to your gazebo, gently pushing open the half wood-glass hybrid door, the top being made up of glass majorly while the bottom being opposite. You opened the cupboard, grabbing some chamomile tea bags before boiling some water and placing your tea bags in.

You walked in, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over as you grabbed the book you were currently reading, “Pluto Projector’ By Rex County.

As you took your usual spot on your window seat which overlooked the river which connected to the pond, you felt happy. The gushing sounds of the river, soft moonlight illuminating the pages of your book, the few fireflies making their way past. But while you were enveloped in your surroundings you didn’t notice the sound of damp footsteps against the cobblestone path to the gazebo.

The whistle of your kettle pulled you out of your book you were so deeply immersed in. Your attention was drawn to a soft voice, “Y/n?” Paul spoke, “Can you open the door my love?” His voice was sleepy, worn out. You got up swiftly, unlocking the door for your husband. He smiled although his face was covered with curls adorning his face.

“What’re you doing up?” You asked him as you guided Paul to your window seat. “I was training and then I went to bed but I noticed that you weren’t there. I thought you might be out here and I felt like being with you. Is that wrong my sweet Y/n?” Paul smiled sweetly, “No, no of course not. I was just reading if you wish to join me my love.” You proposed as he lazily smiled. 

Paul quickly accepted as you poured your tea into two cups, placing them on the window sill. Paul sat down, stretching his legs in front of himself, patting the space between his legs which you placed yourself in between. Grabbing your book, you began reading in a hushed tone as your voice soothed Paul greatly.

You were right where you wanted to be, with the man you loved more than anything. 

He laid with your head on his chest, he felt at peace as he stroked your hair and kissed your head as the two of you relished in each-others company.

You both said the same thing, 

“I love you.”