F1 ONESHOTS
🏎 x reader only
🏎 ⚠︎︎smut free zone⚠︎︎
🏎 requests closed for now (let a girl get started first lol)
🏎 first reader insert so bare with me
ok so tbh im only good with certain drivers so when the time comes that im ready to take req...
A/N: off topic but i looove that photo of carlos. anyways, if you're curious, maravillas españolas translates to "spanish wonders" <3 also there will be spanish in the story, so all the translations will be at the end. i wanted to put them during the story but i didnt want the notes to interrupt you guys' reading flow. ig if you want have google translate ready lol. enjoy!
word count: 4,580 (including A/Ns)
notes-
L/N = Last Name
Y/F/C = Your Favorite Color
E/C = Eye Color
The warm evening air gently blew on your face. It was a bit hot in May, but the evenings were always pleasant in the beautiful city of Barcelona.
You were in your last year of college studying Spanish abroad in Spain so you could be fluent. And you basically were now too!
You sipped on your iced coffee, sitting on the balcony of your apartment while studying, when you got a notification from your best friend.
(A/N: i just had the epiphany that i made these text screenshots while it was still daytime cuz my phone settings are set to auto. rip dark mode users. sorry guys ;-;)
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You gasp realizing you forgot the next race would be that weekend right there in your hometown. But alas, there was no way you could get the money to buy a good ticket to ever go, even if transportation and hotel wasn't a worry at all this time. You decide to ask her about grabbing breakfast tomorrow, to which Camilla accepts.
You smile, wondering how you got lucky enough to have her as your best friend. You close your laptop and return inside, the air conditioned room making you shiver in contrast to the warm evening air.
You place your laptop on your desk and walk into the kitchen to make some cereal before laying down early. You were feeling a bit sleepy, which was rather unusual.
After finishing your cereal, you climbed into bed and had dreams of meeting F1 drivers, something you never thought would happen in a million years.
The next morning you woke up at about ten o'clock to start getting ready for your breakfast date with Camilla.
You decided on a simple graphic tee with some frayed light wash denim shorts and black and white Vans high tops. After combing your hair and straightening it, you brushed your teeth, applied deodorant, mascara, lipgloss, and your favorite Y/F/C backwards cap. You grabbed your backpack purse and headed out your apartment, locking the door before boarding the elevator.
Despite living here for a year and a half the city never ceased to amaze you with its sheer beauty. You smile as you pay a little fee and board the bus to hit the cafe you told Camilla to meet you at.
Stepping off the bus, you beam and run up to her. "Camilla!!"
Camilla looks up at you and smiles wide. "Y/NNNNN!!!!" You both embrace each other tightly and then proceed to walk into the store.
