Y/n Makes A JPG Account

Y/n Makes a JPG account

Summary: Where Y/n creates a .jpg account

y/n.jpg: Me taking a picture of Daniel taking a picture of Lando whose taking a picture of Daniel taking a picture of me

tagged: lando.jpg, daniel3.jpg

liked by: danielriccardo, landonorris, y/nswife, f1, and 540,683 others

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f1fan99: Da fuc did I just read? 😭

landosfuturewife: @f1fan99: I had the exact respond lol 😂

formulariccardo: I just love how chaotic this trio is 🥰

drivetosurvive.net: The queen had made a JPG account 🧎🏾‍♀️ 🥵

Y/n.jpg: @Drivetosurvive.net You already know I had to jump on the band wagon 😏

danielriccardo: even from the back im good looking 😍

y/n.jpg: @danielriccardo did anyone else vomit in their mouth? 🤢

y/n.jpg: Hey Siri, play Smooth Operator by Sade

tagged: carlossainz55

liked by: carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 390,747 others

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carlossainz55: I will never get away from this song 😞

y/n.jpg: @carlossainz55: never *evil laugh*

smoothoperatxr55: I'm living for these behind the scenes post 😫

f1bydayeditorbynight: Mother has blessed us with another post ❤️

lewishamilton: okay y/n I see you getting better at photography 👏🏾

y/n.jpg: @lewishamilton: why thank you sir hamilton 🙇🏾‍♀️

leclercland22: omg my bf looks so good!!!

y/n.jpg: that one time I got drunk after placing p2 in Monaco 😝

tagged: pierregasly

liked by: lewishamilton, danielriccardo, pierregasly and 1,457,901 others

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@lewishamilton: I shed a tear that day 🥲

y/n.jpg: @lewishamilton: you'll be shedding many more once I beat you 😁

@ouiouibaguette: what was Pierre doing on the bed? 👀

@pierregasly: a night i'll never forget 😌

y/n.jpg: @pierregasly: funny cause I did 🤷🏾‍♀️

@y/nismylife: is she cheating on me with the frenchmen????

f14life: @y/nismylife: Like you ever had a chance 😂

theonionlord: I love how y/n straight up friend zoned Pierre 😭

Being the "It Girl" of F1 Headcon

Summary: For some reason, I can't stop thinking about how a female F1 driver would be the "it girl" in f1 and just in general.

-Y/n was a rising star in the world of Formula 1 racing. As a female driver in a male-dominated sport, she faced many challenges, but she refused to let anything stand in her way.

-Y/n was not only an incredible driver, but she was also the "it girl" of the racing world. She had a fashion sense that was envied by everyone, and her social media following was off the charts.

-Y/n used her popularity to promote a message of positivity and female empowerment. She often spoke out about the importance of gender equality in sports, and she used her platform to inspire young girls who aspired to be racecar drivers.

-But Y/n was more than just a pretty face and a social media star. She was a fierce competitor on the track, and she had a driving style that was both aggressive and strategic.

-During one race, Y/n found herself in a tight spot. She was in second place, but she was quickly losing ground to the leader. In a bold move, Y/n pushed her car to the limit, overtaking the leader with a daring maneuver that left the crowd gasping.

-As Y/n crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted in cheers. She had not only won the race, but she had also cemented her place as one of the most exciting drivers in the sport.

-From that moment on, Y/n became a legend in the world of Formula 1 racing. She continued to be the "it girl" of the racing world, but she never lost sight of her true passion: driving fast and pushing herself to be the best.

Requests are open

I'm pretty open to anything( Don't go too crazy tho). I do any fandom as long as I know what it is.

Krispy Kreme

Paddock x Driver!reader

Summary: Y/n wants Krispy Kreme

Note: This is just something funny that I wrote to try to help with my writer's block as well as cope with the fact that I actually can't have Krispy Kreme because I'm on a liquid diet :(

The prestigious F1 Conference had gathered the world's top drivers, including the talented female driver, Y/n, who had been making waves in the racing world. The conference panel discussion was underway, and Y/n found herself seated among her fellow drivers, ready to share her insights and experiences. As the panel discussion progressed, Y/n's passion for racing shone through her words. She spoke eloquently about the challenges she had faced as a female driver and the triumphs that came with perseverance and determination. The audience hung onto her every word, captivated by her presence and undeniable talent.

As the panel discussion moved to a Q&A session, one audience member asked a lighthearted question, attempting to break the intensity of the conversation. "Y/n, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?" Y/n paused for a moment, her mind drifting away from the intense world of racing. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she answered, "Honestly, all I want right now is a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. But unfortunately, they don't have a store here in Monaco."

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, appreciating Y/n's unexpected response. But beneath her playful demeanor, Y/n couldn't deny the slight tinge of sadness and stress that came with her Krispy Kreme craving. As the conference concluded, Y/n made her way backstage, feeling a mix of exhilaration from the successful panel discussion and the lingering disappointment of not being able to satisfy her Krispy Kreme craving. Little did she know that her fellow drivers had overheard her remarks and were planning a surprise intervention.

Lewis Hamilton, the legendary driver and fellow panelist, approached Y/n with a mischievous grin. "Y/n, I heard about your Krispy Kreme craving, and I think I may have a solution for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Curiosity and anticipation filled Y/n's heart as Lewis led her to a waiting car. They embarked on a secret mission, racing through the streets of Monaco. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what surprise awaited her.

As they arrived at their destination, Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment. There, in the heart of Monaco, stood a pop-up Krispy Kreme doughnut shop, specially arranged for her. The familiar scent of freshly baked doughnuts wafted through the air, and Y/n's heart filled with joy. Surrounded by her fellow drivers and the conference attendees, Y/n indulged in the delicious treats she had longed for. Laughter filled the air as they shared stories and bonded over their love for racing and, of course, Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

In that moment, Y/n realized the power of friendship and camaraderie within the racing community. It was not just about the competition on the track, but the support and shared experiences that made the journey all the more meaningful. From that day forward, Y/n's Krispy Kreme craving became a running joke among the drivers. In every race and event, they would playfully tease her about it, reminding her of that unforgettable day in Monaco.

But beyond the laughter and lightheartedness, Y/n carried with her a deeper appreciation for the small joys in life. And whenever she crossed the finish line, the taste of victory would be even sweeter, knowing that she had the unwavering support of her fellow drivers and a delightful memory

The Other Woman

Summary: Y/n and Charles find themselves in a sticky situation

Note: This is no hate to Queen Charlotte. I love her but I just kept thinking about writing this.

​​I never thought I’d fall for a race car driver. I mean, I’ve always been into sports, but Formula One was never really my thing. That all changed when I met him.

It started innocently enough. I was covering the Monaco Grand Prix as a journalist, and I needed a quote from Charles for my article. He was happy to oblige, and we struck up a conversation that lasted far longer than I expected. We talked about everything from his racing career to our favorite books. It was easy to talk to him, and I found myself getting lost in his bright green eyes.

From that moment on, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I started watching every race, cheering him on from the sidelines. I even went to a few after-parties, hoping to run into him. And I did.

It was at a party in Milan, and he was there with his girlfriend, Charlotte. They looked so happy together, and I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest. I tried to ignore it and focus on having a good time, but every time I caught a glimpse of him, my heart skipped a beat.

After that night, I tried to avoid him. It was too hard to be around him and not be able to have him. But fate had other plans.

I was covering a race in Singapore, and I ended up sitting next to him at a press conference. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I tried to focus on the questions, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him.

As the press conference ended, he turned to me and smiled. “Hey, do you want to grab a drink later?” he asked.

I couldn’t say no. We ended up at a rooftop bar overlooking the city, sipping cocktails and laughing about everything and nothing. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in years. It was like we were the only two people in the world.

But as the night went on, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was still with Charlotte. I didn’t want to be the other woman, the one he cheated on his girlfriend with. So I said goodbye and left, trying to ignore the tears in my eyes.

We continued to see each other at races and events, always flirting and laughing, but never crossing that line. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help how I felt.

One night, after a particularly grueling race in Japan, Charles showed up at my hotel room. He looked tired and worn out, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. We talked for a while, and then he leaned in to kiss me.

It was electric, like nothing I’d ever felt before. But as much as I wanted to give in to the moment, I couldn’t. “I can’t do this,” I said, pushing him away. “You’re still with Charlotte.”

“I know,” he said, looking crestfallen. “But I can’t help the way I feel.”

I felt the same way. I was head over heels in love with him, but I knew we couldn’t be together. It was like something out of a Taylor Swift song, all the love we had but couldn't act on.

We continued to see each other secretly, stealing moments whenever we could. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once. I knew it couldn’t last forever, but I couldn’t bring myself to end it.

One day, I got a call from Charles. He sounded panicked, and I could tell something was wrong. “Charolette found out,” he said, his voice shaking. “She knows about us.”

I felt sick to my stomach. What have I done? 

I dont know what these curly bitches have but my god, I'm a wh'ore for them, I'm definitely a wh'ore 💀🔥👅