Francocolapinto Stories

a franco colapinto x fem!oc [ social media x irl ] [set in the 2nd half of the '24 F1 season until present] [lowercase intended] [contains curse words] ^ in which - evelyn bells gets roped into the world of F1 when a certain argentine driver comments under her posts ^ !DISCLAIMER! this is a fan fictional work - do not send hate to the people featured in this fanfic! - pics used are from pinterest and instagram - text on cover added by me -- rankings #1 in argentina - dec. 7, '25 #1 in andreakimiantonelli - nov. 17, '25 #1 in dinobeganovic - nov. 4, '25 #1 in f2 - jan. 25, '26 #1 in formula2 - dec. 7, '25 #1 in franco - jan. 3, '26 #1 in francocolapinto - jan 17, '26 #1 in jackdoohan - oct. 26, '25 #1 in messages - jana. 14, '26 #1 in posting - oct. 22, '25 #1 in williamsracing - nov. 7, '25 #3 in alpine - nov. 10, '25 #5 in olliebearman - nov. 25, '25

Between starting lights, pit stops, and glaring spotlights, the real stories unfold. Stories of closeness, trust, and the little moments that make the heart race. A collection of one-shots about drivers and the people who make their world complete.

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Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

Momentos de los pilotos de F1

Por un momento, imagina que eres un joven de 16 años, elegante y con un punto snob: La Navidad está a la vuelta de la esquina; en Nueva York todo está preparado para las fiestas, aunque prefieres refugiarte en tu librería preferida y perderte entre las estanterías donde se esconden los libros de tus autores favoritos. Mientras vas señalando los lomos de las novelas que amas y que te sabes de memoria, te topas con un cuaderno rojo que asoma desafiante...¿Qué harías? ¿Abrirlo? Parece ser que se trata de la Moleskine que el joven Charles dejó ahí, repleta de retos esperando a que un chico atrevido, lo encontrara. ¿Serás tú ese chico? ¿Aceptarás los desafíos de Charles?

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

"If you get in that car, we're done." "Then I guess this is a goodbye." Amélie Frans is a French-American sports photojournalist based in New York, New York. She is beginning to lose interest in her profession until Ferrari drops their #1 driver--and puts Anthony De Luca in his place. Anthony is exactly what Amélie isn't--disorganized, sporadic, and thrilling. Will this polarity build or destroy their relationship? Anthony De Luca is loosely based on Franco Colapinto.

¿Hay mate en esta historia? Obvio. ¿Hay bizcochitos Don Satur? Obvio. ¿Hay guiso? seguramente. ¿Hay argentinos? claramente, por que estamos en todo el mundo.

Everyone thinks they are safe. More so when they are crowned in money and fame. Follow as Oscar Piastri is thrown into a moral battle with himself and twenty of his closest friends, who are struggling with the same moral dilemmas. All credit for The Hunger Games goes to the author of the series, Suzanne Collins. Cover Art: me

A luxury villa nestled in the hills of the French Riviera. Hidden cameras. Unpredictable games. Seven high-profile racers. One girl they never saw coming. A reality TV show, 14 contestants and their only goal is to win. but in the process of winning and fighting, what if unknowingly the 7 men falls in love with same girl? who will she choose?

Porque somos algo más

Los corredores de Formula uno son serios, es el pensamiento que muchos tienen, pero están equivocados, Charles Leclerc y Max Verstappen deciden unirse para que nuevamente el azul y el rojo se convierta en violeta

Short stories of all members of the F1 going to a cottage owned by Toto Wolff

Tanto Lewis, Sainz, Franco, Valteri y Zhou sabían que sería su última carrera con sus respectivos equipos en el gran premio de Abu dhabi , muchos bonitos recuerdos se quedaran en los corazones de ellos Donde Lewis se va Ferrari Sainz a Williams Valteri y zhou ya no estarían en la categoría Y franco que ya no tiene asiento para el 2025 Por parte de las fans no queremos que llegue ese día Ellos han demostrado muchas cosas increíbles Valteri, Sainz podios, carreras ganadas etc. Hamilton 7 campeonatos 105 victorias, podios gran chalen y mas Franco desde que se subió por primera vez a un auto de fórmula 1 demostró que pertenecía a la categoría. Abu dhabi 2024 última fecha de la temporada 2024

Shosei, stuck watching his sister's cat alone on his birthday, receives a couple of mysterious phone calls that lead him to questions of an existential nature. Meanwhile, Franco plans to confess to his longtime crush: Shosei. Teenager AU crossover Franco Colapinto x Ohira Shosei Rated PG-13 for language

What happens if 20 f1 drivers are in vegas for the race weekend and someone wakes up married without knowing with who?

Where a Kick Sauber Rookie drivers season turned out to be more than he had planned and changed his life for the better. GABRIEL BORTOLETO X FEMCO FORUMLA ONE BOOK COVER BY: @ItsTotallyNotSav

They were best friends before he became Formula 1's future. Now the cameras are everywhere, the pressure is unbearable, and falling for each other was never part of the plan. A slow-burn friends-to-lovers Formula 1 romance about growth, fame, and choosing love anyway.

So all the drivers lives in a big house for the second year in a row (except for Cadillac drivers), a lot of things are going to happen and a new season is ready to start. If you want go read the first book "F1 House 2025". Also English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there's gonna be some mistakes.