2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 9

⁺｡˚⋆˙French not Monégasque | PG10 part epilogue⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x Ferrari!user ( she her )

genre: social media au,

warnings: cheating ( not really it's just twitter going wild ),

summary: in which everyone thinks user is leaning french for her teamate and riot when she isn't 🩷

fc: Kika Gomezand other face claims ( It's my first smau so yeah )

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

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yourusernamesenna

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, pierregasly and others

yourusernamesenna pookie and hermes are getting along together guys

tagged : landonorris, oscarpiastri, pierregasly

landonorris : YES WE WANT KITTENS NOW

yourusernamesenna : YES YES YES pierregasly : Nooo ... oscarpiastri : please no

user2 : we feel the lack of sleep in Pierre's and Oscar's comments

user4 : Lando and Yn friendshipe

lewishamilton : Dogs mets then ??

pierregasly : YES charles_leclerc : Yes please

yourusernamesenna

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, ferrari and others

yourusernamesenna christmas' eve with the love of my life, my cousins and my family nothing could be better right ?

tagged : pierregasly, yourcousin, yourbff

pierregasly : Love you mon chat

charles_leclerc : THIS MOVIE

sebastianvettel : Are you parents happy to live in germany ?

yourusernamesenna : YES pierregasly : French supremacy yourusernamesenna : Noo I'm still in my german era

yourcousin : so happy to share christmas with you and pierre

yourbff : Am I not invited to the big events ?

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pierregasly

liked by yourusernamesenna, lewishamilton, alpinef1 and others

pierregasly it can be better right ? ( still posting this picture until I die )

tagged : yourusernamesenna

yourusernamesenna : you have a plan Gasly ?

pierregasly : me never

charles_leclerc : don't be stressed

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user67 : DID YALL SEE THAT ???

user7 : couple goals

user89 : we want Landoscar christmas' eve dumppp now !!

yourusernamegasly

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, sebastianvettel

yourusernamegasly well I guess I'm know part of the Gasly family and I guess that I'll have to make legos with this man all my life

tagged : pierregasly

pierregasly : FIANCÉE

yourusernamegasly : FIANCÉ

charles_leclerc : You said yes ?

yourusernamegasly : WE BOTH SAID YES yourbff : story ? yourusernamegasly : We both asked each other

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pierregasly

liked by landonorris, yourusernamegasly and others

pierregasly : Forever and always making lego with my beautiful fiancée

tagged : yourusernamegasly

yourusernamegasly : i love you

yourusernamegasly : If my mother didn't threaten me, we would be already in Las Vegas

pierregasly : Awww

yourusernamegasly : I love you sooo much

pierregasly : to saturn and back

yourusernamegasly : Let's go back to watch Dune II

pierregasly : Yes 🩷

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END OF THE FIC

If you have idea for other fanfic I'll do it with pleasure ( I prefer fic about Charles, Ollie, Kimi, Oscar, Lando and Pierre but I can adapt )

Love and take care of yourself

~ a frenchie that hoped you liked it <3

If you compare the past me from the present one I can say they are two different people. As through the journey of life I learned how to become mature even at a young age. Somehow through this I hope that I can be a better version of myself as I’m still not satisfied. I know through all the events I can learn something from it and influence the people around me. This has been the end of my journey as I present myself to you. I hope you understood me through all my ups and downs as I had a dramatic life up until now. Thank you for subscribing to my life drama.

Do they fix their relationship. I can't end like this please!

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★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ★ : genre :: angst, lewis' a bit suggestive

⋆ PART 1 ⋆ PART 2 ⋆ PART 3

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★ : a/n :: i didn't know how to title this fuckkkkk, ok one more part, are we looking at them making up?😚 feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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Chapter Fourteen - Olivia's First Birthday Party

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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As much as Daniel was looking forward to date number three, where he would finally ask Milo's momma to be his, he had something to do first. It was maybe the most important day of the year for him.

It was Olivia's sixth birthday.

Olivia was so excited on the week leading up to her birthday. She had given out her invitations to her birthday parties (because got two) the week before. Milo was the first to get his invitations. As soon as he got out of daycare that day he ran straight to his mother, waving the invitations in her face.

"Two parties?" Y/N asked as she turned to Daniel.

"One thrown by her mother and a better one thrown by me," he said as he picked up Olivia. "Two parties doesn't mean two presents, though," he said in something of a reassuring way.

For a single mother who didn't make a lot of money, this was something of a relief. "Thank you," Y/N whispered to him and Daniel offered her a reassuring smile. "Are you gonna be at both parties?"

Daniel shook his head as he picked up Olivia. "I can't," he said somewhat quietly. "I don't want to ruin the party for her."

It was understandable really. The first party, the one thrown by Olivia's mother, was on the Saturday. It was princess themed and, according to the invitation, everybody had to wear a costume.

"Momma," said Milo as they drove to the store on the Friday before Olivia's birthday. "I don't wanna wear a prince costume," he said.

Y/N turned into the car park to the store. "What do you want to dress as, Milo?" She asked as she pulled into the first parking space she saw.

Milo thought about it. "Hmm, a cowboy," he said, nodding his head.

A cowboy he would be.

As Y/N got him out of the car, she pulled the phone out and dialled Daniels phone number. She held the phone to her ear with one hand and held Milo's hand with her other.

"Oh God, what do you want?" Daniel asked when he picked up the phone. But there was an inflection in his voice, one that suggested he was only joking.

"Can you ask Olivia a question for me?" Y/N asked as she and Milo walked over to the section with kids toys. "Can you ask her if she's okay with Milo wearing a cowboy costume?" She asked as Milo picked out a toy.

There was inaudible noise from Daniels end of the phone as Y/N looked at the toy that Milo had picked out. It was one of those barbies that came with a horse which had moving legs. "You are sure she's gonna like this?" Y/N asked quietly.

Milo nodded his head. "She told me she wanted a horse for her dollies," Milo insisted and Y/N tucked the toy beneath her arm.

"Now you've got Olivia wanting to dress like a cowboy," Came Daniel's voice as Y/N and Milo moved through the store, searching for the costumes. "Her mum is going to kill me."

"Well, you'll go out knowing you have the happiest daughter out there," Y/N said through a laugh.

It didn't take them long to find the isle that held the costumes. The hard part was going to be finding a costume that fit Milo. "I'm weirdly nervous about tomorrow," she said as she searched for a costume in Milo's size.

"Don't be," Daniel answered. He was currently getting Olivia into the car to drive her to the store to buy a pink cowboy hat. If she had to dress as a princess, she was going to be a cowboy princess. "She's not going to show herself up in front of the other parents."

That didn't make Y/N feel better. "So don't be alone with her?"

"Probably for the best," Daniel replied with a laugh. "You've got to survive this one so you can come to my party on Sunday."

"Oh yes, your party. What does the great Daniel Ricciardo have planned for his daughters birthday?" She asked.

Daniel laughed again. "I can't spoil the surprises," he said as his phone connected to the speaker in the car.

With a cowboy costume and a doll in her arms, Y/N and Milo set off to the cashier. "I got to go," she said. "I'll speak to you tomorrow?"

"Keep me updated through the party," he said, starting the engine. "I... bye, Y/N."

"Bye, Danny," she said and hung up the phone.

***

Milo sat in the back of the car, wearing his brown cowboy hat. He couldn't wait for Olivia's birthday party. He sat in the back of his momma's car, present in his hands.

"Excited, Munchkin?" Y/N asked as they pulled into the driveway.

Milo nodded his head as Y/N killed the engine and climbed out of the car.

Just an hour earlier Olivia had arrived at the house. Her father had dressed her in her princess costume, with the addition of pink cowboy boots, a pink cowboy hat and a pink bandana around her neck.

Just as Daniel had said, her mother was furious when she opened the door to see them. "What's this?" She asked as she stared at Daniel. From her outfit, it was impossible to tell that she was throwing a child's birthday party. She wore a short, tight black dress, one Daniel knew was just for him. Her heels were incredibly high; she was going to tower over everybody at the party, especially the little five or six year olds. "It's a princess themed birthday, Danny, not cowboy," she said, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile.

Daniel sent Olivia running into the house. This wasn't for her to hear. As soon as she had disappeared inside, Daniel stood up straight to face his ex. "I told you not to call me Danny," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Her eyes immediately locked onto his biceps. "This is Olivia's birthday, and she wanted to be a princess cowboy, so she's going to be a princess cowboy."

"It's going to look so strange having a garden full of little princesses and having Olivia sticking out like a sore thumb," she spat as she leaned against the door.

"I don't care," Daniel replied quickly. "Olivia wanted to be a cowboy princess. She doesn't care if everybody else is dressed as a princes. She can be what she wants on her birthday," he said and quickly turned around, walking back to the car.

Thank god he had Y/N to update him on the party.

On the front door was a sign that pointed to the garden. Y/N held Milo's hand as they walked down the side of the house, joining the party.

It was a sea of pink with a couple of spots of blue. Almost all of the little girls were dressed in pretty pink dresses with little tiaras on their heads. The few little boys in the garden were in blue prince costumes, with crowns sat in their hair.

Milo, in his brown vest, cow print pants, brown hat and red bandana, was the odd one out. And he couldn't be happier. Y/N took the present from his hand and let him run into the sea of his friends. She walked to the table of similarly shaped presents and put theirs down.

"You!"

It was a shrill voice, one that had Y/N's eyes going wide. The other parts turned to her and Olivia's mother, still in her incredibly high heels, strode over. She was almost 6 feet tall in those heels, easily towering over Y/N.

She pointed at herself, brows furrowed. "Me?" She asked as Olivia's mother continued approaching.

"It is your fault that my daughter is dressed like a fucking cowboy!"

The entire party fell silent. The children all gasped as they looked towards her. "Sorry, but it sounds like Olivia wanted to dress like a cowboy," Y/N said, trying to be diplomatic.

"She was going to be a princess and this party was going to be perfect!" She spat, getting all up in Y/N's face. "But you put that stupid idea in Daniel's head and he's dressed her like this just to piss me off!" She shrieked.

The other parents looked around uncomfortably. The children watched on, probably learning their new favourite words.

"My son wasn't comfortable wearing a Prince's outfit," Y/N said quietly, trying to keep the conversation between the two of them. "He's five. I don't want him feeling self-conscious at only five."

"I want you and your son to leave," Olivia's mother said suddenly. "Take your son and get out."

Y/N couldn't quite believe it.

"Mummy no!" Olivia cried. It broke Y/N's heart to hear. Olivia walked over to them, tightly holding Milo's hand. "He's my bestest friend and I don't want him to leave," she said quietly.

Y/N stepped closer to Olivia's mother. "If you have a problem with me, leave the children out of it," she said quietly. "After today you won't have to deal with me again. Just let Milo stay for Olivia's party."

Instead of replying, Olivia's mother huffed and turned on her heel. Everybody, parents and children alike, watched as she disappeared into the house.

The party resumed but the atmosphere wasn't the same. Y/N shot Daniel a couple of texts, informing him what was happening. She told him about the clown, about the cake and about the presents Olivia was receiving. She didn't tell him about the altercation with Olivia's mother, didn't see the point.

The party was fun. The kids did several party games and ate cake and sweet and junk food. It only lasted for a few hours, but Y/N was glad to leave. She was just glad to get away from the eyes trying to pierce right through her.

"Did you have fun, Milo?" Y/N asked as she strapped him into his car seat.

Milo nodded his head. "I can't wait for Mr Ricciardo's party!" He said as Y/N climbed into the drivers seat. She was grateful he wasn't mention what had happened in the early half of the party, didn't talk about what had happened with Olivia's mother.

"I'm excited too, Munchkin."

Daniel picked Olivia up from her mothers house an hour after the party ended. It may have been her birthday, but Olivia's mother didn't want her for the night. Daniel was only too happy to take her home.

"There's my birthday girl," Daniel called as his cowboy princess ran into his arms. In her hand she held a doll, her gift from Milo. "Should we head home?"

Olivia nodded her head. Daniel picked up the bag full of toys she wanted to take with her and headed out to the car. Her mother didn't so much as say goodbye. She redid her makeup in the hallway mirror and followed them out of the house.

Daniel knew exactly where she was going. She had a date, he guessed as he strapped Olivia into the car. It was her daughters birthday and she would rather go on a gate than spend time with her. Anger filled him.

Daniel placed her toys into the trunk and climbed into the drivers seat. "How was the party, badger?" He asked as he began pulling out of the driveway.

Olivia looked out of the window. Her cowboy hat was in her lap, revealing the hairstyle Daniel had spent so long perfecting that morning. "Mummy shouted at Miss L/N and it's my fault," Olivia said quietly.

"Oh Badger," Daniel said as he pulled into a layby. He turned around in his seat to face her. "It wasn't your fault, okay? Your mum is mad at Milo's momma because of me so blame me," he said, but Olivia shook her head. "We're gonna make tomorrow the best birthday ever, yeah?" He asked and Olivia hesitantly nodded.

Making a note to ring Y/N the moment he got Olivia in bed, Daniel drove on, taking her home.

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pairing oscar piastri x norris!driver!reader

SUMMARY you and lando have made history as formula 1’s first-ever brother-sister duo. rising to the top quickly, you prove the misogynistic fans wrong, showing them a woman can drive just as well as any man. as you settle into the fast-paced world you’ve always dreamed of, you find yourself growing close to your brother’s teammate. but in the high-stakes world of racing, nothing stays simple for long.

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summary when red bull announces your signing, it catches the attention of many,  but no one seems more interested than your brother’s teammate.

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OP81 MASTERLIST | last updated: september 27th, 2024

photograph || op81

summary: after receiving an old photo album from your mom you take a bittersweet journey through memories of your childhood best friend, oscar piastri.

pairing: op81 x childhood bestfriend!reader

warnings: heavy on the angst. unresolved feelings

word count: 2,155

a/n: first ever fully written fic 🥹 this is also definitely inspired by the song photograph by nickelback what can i say

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with a big sigh you pulled the old photo album from the envelope your mom had mailed. she’d been tidying up the house back in melbourne and insisted you take it claiming that it belonged with you. and so there it was resting on your coffee table. the cover was still plastered with stickers and the words y/n's favorite book scrawled across it in glitter glue, a relic of your younger self. you ran your fingers over the worn surface, took a deep breath and opened it. the first page hit you like a truck bringing back an overwhelming amount of emotions. it was a full-page photo of you and oscar on your very first joint podium at 10 years old with the biggest smiles you could have mustered.

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you remembered the first time you saw him on track. he was barely tall enough to see over the steering wheel but the way he drove it, like the world around him didn’t exist, made you certain that something special was happening. you two were of similar ages but even then you knew that kid with the messy brown hair and the most determined look in his eyes was destined for something bigger than the little karting track in melbourne and the classrooms you two found yourselves in.

your weekends were spent racing, laughing, and sharing the kind of friendship that only childhood can provide. oscar was your closest friend but there was always something else, something unspoken, that lingered between you. it wasn’t obvious at first, not in the way he smiled at you after winning a race or how you’d both hang out afterward joking about everything and nothing.

but there was something about the way he looked at you in those quiet moments when your gazes met, that made your heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the thrill of racing. you would never admit it to him though because he was your best friend and someone you couldn't bear the thought of ever losing no matter how much it hurt to see him with other girls at school.

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shaking your head with a small smile, you turned to the next page of the photo album. this one was filled with pictures of you and oscar at your very first f1 grand prix together. tucked neatly beside the photos was the physical ticket from that day and a small picture you had painted that you had signed by your favorite driver at the time. it was a weekend you'd never forget.

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“you’re going to make it to f1 and race here one day,” you had told oscar as you two sat side by side watching the cars zip around albert park.

he smile that crooked smile of his and said something like "nah, I'm just racing to beat you silly girl!"

✿

the next page in the photo album brought a wave of nostalgia. it was a collage of moments captured with your beloved little digital camera, the hot pink one you carried with you everywhere back then like a secret sidekick. the photos were a mix of everything that had made that you happy at the time: snapshots of you and oscar grinning wide outside the track, arms slung around each other, sunburnt and buzzing with excitement; blurry, magical pictures of the night sky, stars peeking through the soft glow of city lights; and tucked between them, tiny doodles you’d sketched later of race cars, your helmet design ideas, and little icons of everything that had made you fall in love with racing in the first place.

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sometimes, late at night after a race, you and oscar would sit side by side in the grass behind the track. the night air would be cool, the stars barely visible through the lights and he’d talk about his dreams, about f1 and you’d listen, trying not to think about what it would all mean for your friendship.

you were only just kids and you had more time ahead of you or so you thought because the day he hold you he was leaving came sooner than you would've hoped.

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you flipped to the next page in the album which held your and oscar’s final last day of school photos that were taken just a few short weeks before he had left. you were on the front porch of the piastri family house in your favorite dress with your hair braided neatly back and oscar stood beside you in his usual school polo, his hair slightly messy, and wearing that same goofy grin he still hasn’t grown out of. you couldn't help but envy the way your eyes sparkled in the photo.

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you were sitting in your final class of the day before break - only half listening as the teacher rambled on about everything you'd have to complete while on holiday. you willed the time to go by and snuck glances at oscar who was sitting next to you. when the bell finally rang and you skipped out of the classroom excited for break, you noticed that oscar hung behind. you turned to face him and were met with a rather sad looking oscar, something you hadn't really seen before much less on the last day of classes.

“i have to leave,” he said, the words so simple yet terrifying. he was fumbling with the zipper on his backpack as he refused to make eye contact with you.

your heart dropped into your stomach. "wait.. oscar what in the world are you talking about? you mean leave class?" you asked quickly.

oscar finally looked at you now, his expression a little too serious for comfort. “i’m going to boarding school..... in england so that i can focus on my racing.” his voice was barely a whisper.

it took you a moment to process what he was saying. this wasn’t just about leaving class or even leaving your karting team behind.... this was him leaving everything including you.

“you..... you cant be leaving already? but… what about karting? what about your family? what about me?” you squeaked out as tears began falling down your cheeks.

“i have to do this, y/n/n,” he explained. “you know I have to. this is the next step for me y/n/n just like we've always talked about!! i want to make it to f1 and this.... and this is the way i do that.”

your chest tightened. you wanted to tell him to stay. in fact, you wanted to beg him to stay on your hands and knees but you couldn’t. he was chasing his dream and you knew that but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

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you wiped away a tear as the memory of that day replayed in your head. it felt like a piece of you had climbed onto that plane to england with him and no matter how hard you tried you were never quite able to find that piece again.

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when you said goodbye at the airport it was even harder than you expected. he stood there with his backpack, his eyes damp and his hair dishevelled. he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye either.

“i’ll be back,” he promised. “i’ll visit, and we can race again together, yeah?”

you nodded, though you didn’t know if you ever would because you were staying here and he was moving on without you.

the months that followed felt like years until they began to actually turn into them. he was gone and living a life you couldn't even begin to imagine. you’d send occasional messages, have brief update sessions but it was never the same. you wanted to be happy for him and part of you was but you missed him terribly. and it wasn’t just the friendship that you missed. it was the little moments like the endless laughter, the late night ice cream runs, and the way he made everything feel right even when a race or a maths test hadn't gone your way.

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the last page in your album held a photo of you and oscar at the final race of his you’d ever attended. it was not long after your birthday when nicole had insisted you come with her and hattie to watch one of his formula 3 races. you hadn’t seen him race in person since the karting days and truthfully you hadn’t really seen him much at all since then either.

after a lot of convincing you finally agreed to tag along. and it was there, standing at the edge of the track, that it hit you.. the boy you had grown up with wasn’t the same person anymore and you hardly even knew who that person was.

that day was the last time you'd had seen oscar.

wiping away more tears, you flipped back through the album looking through all the doodles, race tickets, school photos, and everything else in between. so many tiny pieces of your childhood was captured within these pages and so much of it included oscar.

you'd spent all these years thinking you were just missing your best friend. but now, looking back on it all, you knew the truth. you loved him and maybe you always had.

but he was gone now. not in a tragic way, just... in that way life sometimes pulls people apart. years had passed and the distance between who you were then and who you were now felt impossibly wide. you couldn’t call him up and tell him not after all this time. what would you even say?

so instead, you closed the album slowly, pressing your hand to the cover like it could hold everything in place.

you missed him and maybe you always would but that’s just how it had to be.

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a/n: ahhhh if you made it this far tysm for reading!!!! let me know if you would like a part 2... maybe of y/n getting an invite to australia 2025??

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