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[onelittleornotthing]

Too much

[brand0m]

fake OC

they name is sam

[twinkleteaparty]

Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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[tellnovision]

Walkin the Dog

[bonnieeldritch]

Wir hatten ja schon viel 'Fake' hier ...

... Fake Fanfics, Fake MMFFs, Fake Prosa. Und mein Herzelein dachte sich: wieso keine Fake OCs? Wir hatten ja schon oft die Frage, ob wir an einem OC arbeiten, gerne was bestimmtes schreiben wollen würde, aber ich leg noch ne Schippe drauf. Denn ich habe OC Ideen (Mehrzahl 🥲), von denen ich befürchte, dass für sie einfach nie die richtige Story kommen wird. Und deren Story zu schreiben einfach nicht das ist, was ich für mich selbst als Prosa schreiben würde. Umso mehr freu ich mich jetzt, euch damit belästigen zu können. :D Dieser schmucke Gentleman hat keinen festen Namen, nur eine Menge Vibes:

"Golden Retriever P.I. serving Himbo" sagt ja auch eigentlich schon viel aus, oder? Treudoof, anhänglich, energetisch und strebsam, vertrauenserweckend in seiner freundlichen Art und seinem Charme. Leute unterschätzen ihn - zurecht, denn neben dem gut aussehen und charmant auftreten, wirkt er manchmal ziemlich hohl. Da wär ich auch nicht misstrauisch, außer wieso so jemand eine P.I. Lizenz hat. Stellt er sich blöd? Ist er wirklich nicht so helle und hat einfach Glück in seinem Beruf? 😂 Tja, das ein Mysterium, dass P.I. und ich noch nicht gelöst haben. (but no, really, he's smart but so so stupid, das passt echt gut lol) Und ansonsten? Der gute P.I. ist Cis, Hetero und ein White Male in den 30ern bis 40ern. Gasp, Ekel, Horror. 😰 But fear not, er ist weder reich noch diskriminierend. Sein Herz trägt er auf jeden Fall am rechten Fleck. Er mag nur einfach Bros nicht als Bromance, geschweige denn als wahre Beziehung. Und er liebt of-fucking-course Frauen, was ich ihm nicht verübeln kann. Denen kann er den ganzen Tag schmachtend zuschauen, wie sie ihn böse anfunkeln, weil er echt arbeiten sollte. Hach ja. Entgegen der wilden Behauptung, dass P.I. strunzdumm sei, kann sein Gedächtnis echt aufwarten. Er vergisst nie einen ungelösten Fall und ist immer auf der Hut, doch noch neue Hinweise zu entdecken. So natürlich auch bei dem einen Fall™, wegen dem er überhaupt Private Investigator geworden ist. Was er davor gemacht hat? Keine Idee, aber dann passierte der eine Fall™ und zog ihn ins Milieu, zwang ihn zum Ermitteln und letztlich auch zum Scheitern. P.I. wird von den Geschehnissen geradezu heimgesucht und jeden Tag ist aufs neue aufmerksam, ob sich nicht doch noch eine neue Spur ergibt. Ich hab keine Idee was der eine Fall™ wirklich war, aber mir schwebt etwas in Richtung beste Freundin aus Kindheitstagen verschwunden vor. Das zeichnet jetzt vielleicht alles zusammen das Bild eines seichten Romantic Interest, deswegen leg ich schnell hinterher: P.I. ist ein Fan von stumpfer Gewalt! Er freut sich sehr über alles, was er kaputt machen darf, und er hat kein Problem damit, sich räudig zu prügeln und dabei einzustecken. 😆 #Mann oder so.

Ich glaube, die Inspiration zu P.I. ist wirklich nicht schwer zu erkennen, wenn man das Source Material denn kennt. 🤣 Ist er ein Yassified Thomas Magnum? Vielleicht. Aber er hat auch mindestens genauso viele Einstiche von Jessica Fletcher und Frank Columbo bekommen. Ich bin einfach im Herzen in diesen Serien (und klatsch die Leute mit ihrer diskriminierenden 80er Jahre Ansicht weg), und wann immer ich diese drei oder ähnliche Vintage Krimi-Serien gucke, fügt sich ein kleines Stückchen mehr von diesem OC ins große Ganze ein. 😄 Irgendwann wird P.I. fertig sein und wer weiß, vielleicht ist bis dahin ja auch eine Mitmachgeschichte oder eine Mitmachfanfiktion da, die ihn aufnehmen könnte.

[president-poundcake]

Apparently Poundcake brought this account up on stream and said he was cool with me having the username and pretending to be him 🥰🥰 god i love him he's so nice and handsome :)

[xcoliviax]

D A V I D M C C A L L X F E M ! O C

warnings: david mccall (he’s a warning by himself), kissing, toxic relationship, psychotic behaviour, violence, mentions of sexual acts, slight description of explicit touching .

There’s absolutely no doubt in the fact that David McCall is a complete and utter psychopath. Although to some, he’s an extremely attractive guy with godly features — but to those who know him, he’s dangerous. David is a brutal man just simply for the way he is. His temper, the rage that sits in his dark, brown orbs. The way he clenches his jaw and balls his fists so tight they go white simply because he doesn’t like something. He’s crazy, and anyone who said different is crazy too.

And Sofia is that one crazy person.

Having been in a relationship with David McCall for about 6 months now, she’s enjoyed every moment of it.

Some may call her stupid, whereas others say nothing and let the girl be in her own ridiculous fantasy. Sofia enjoys the psychotic tendencies that David has. She loves his protection, his ability to kill for her, and his absolute obsession he has with her.

There’s also no doubt in the fact that Sofia herself is crazy.

Her friends tell her all the time. More so when Sofia returns to their shared apartment after a wild argument with David with a black eye and some bruises on her arms from where he’s grabbed her so harshly. But she will simply brush it all off, and be with him the next day more than happy. It was as though she enjoyed it far too much, and liked the idea of his abuse — mental and physical.

“What are you thinking about?”

The sudden voice of David pulled Sofia from her trance.

She’s reading a book, eyes focused on the pages but her eyes aren’t taking in the words. David could see from the moment he walked back into his messy, dark bedroom that she wasn’t entirely thinking straight, zoned out and away from the hectic world around.

“Oh… nothing. Just about this book,” Sofia lied with a fake smile.

Truthfully, Sofia was thinking over the words her friends had recently spoken to her.

They rang out in her head like a whirlwind.

“Yeah?” David asked her softly.

What Sofia has noticed, is his constant (unless furious) soft voice. He speaks in a tone that is so sweet it could make any woman drop to their knees and beg for him. It makes Sofia feel like a princess, a vulnerable princess, but one nevertheless and that’s what she adores so much.

“Yeah,” Sofia nodded, looking up at him through her mascara coated eyelashes.

Her brown hair is swept behind her ears, out of her view.

“Are you sure?” David raised an eyebrow at her, his hands now caressing her cheeks. “Because to me, it looks like you were zoned out, sweetheart. I can read you like an open book, Sof…” he whispered down at her, his thumb brushing against her cheekbone and his nose now hovering just a few inches from her own. “So, come on… tell me what’s on your mind.”

Sofia sighed softly.

Placing her book down by her side, she sat upwards, causing David to move back.

“I don’t know —“ Sofia cut herself off with another short breath. “It’s stupid.”

David sat himself by her feet in which are covered by fluffy socks. He had already taken in her attire : a small white vest top with spaghetti straps that reveal her cleavage in the most magnificent way, and some fluffy pyjama shorts from when she had been asleep only 45 minutes ago.

“Nothing is stupid when it comes from you, Princess,” David murmured, his hand now caressing her small ankle.

Sofia nibbled on her bottom lip.

“It’s just… Meghan — you remember Meghan right?” Sofia asked him. When David nodded, she continued: “well… when I returned to the apartment with that big bruise on my arm from when we fought… she had said something that’s just… been on my mind for a while.”

David’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

“You know I’m sorry for that, sweetheart,” he said with his usual soft tone.

Sofia nodded. “Yeah, I know. But… she had said about like… you being a psycho… that you’re not with me for love, just for some kind of obsession you’ve built. That love shouldn’t involve any forms of abuse…” Sofia went on, staring down at her fingers as she spoke. “Even Grace, my other roommate has said similar. That you’re wrong… that there’s something messed up in your head…” Sofia felt bad repeating these words, but she felt he had every reason to know.

What she didn’t realise, was the rage now filled in his brown eyes.

“Sofia, you know I struggle with my anger,” David told her. “You also know that I am obsessed with you… but I’m also more than in love with you. You’re everything for me. And I can’t live without you… and you can’t live without me. That’s just how it is — that’s just how our world works — and if they can’t seem to understand that, then maybe it’s best you get rid of them.”

Sofia blinked at his words.

Not only did David have an obsession, but so did Sofia… with him.

“Come on… how about you get rid of them? For me?” David asked her, sitting closer and grabbing her hands.

Sofia frowned. “They’re my friends, David. I’ve known them both my whole life,” Sofia looked up into his eyes, brown clashing against an even darker brown. This time, Sofia noticed the rage. “I never said this to anger you, baby…”

Sofia sat up onto her knees, now cupping his cheeks with her warm palms.

“I don’t want to leave you,” she whispered. “I don’t ever want to leave you… and I never will. I’m just thinking about it all… it’s all they ever say about you.”

David clenched his jaw, but he relaxed into his touch.

“I know, Sof,” David stared into her eyes. “But you can’t be letting them disrespect me like that, right? You can’t let them speak down on me like that. I’m your boyfriend — I’m your only love… you should be defending me.”

Sofia straddled his lap now.

“I do!” She defended herself. “I do stick up for you, David. I always do.”

He smirked up at her, “good girl…” he whispered, his hands running up and down her thighs slowly.

Sofia swallowed thickly, feeling the warm, rough hands running up and down her sensitive skin. She shivered in delight, resting her forehead against his own as she takes in the feeling of his touch. Sofia knew deep down that her friends are correct, and that David McCall is an absolute psycho that needs locking up… but would she ever admit that? No. And would it ever scare her? No. Her own obsession with him is far too gone now, and there was no going back. She’d already argued with her parents about him, lost her scholarship at a private school and almost lost all of her friends for him… she wouldn’t leave him. Especially because she loves him.

“Now… tell me what you’re gonna do about those pathetic friends of yours?” David said in her ear as his fingers inched closer to her cunt.

She silently whimpered, resting her forehead now on his shoulder.

“I can’t, David,” Sofia whispered. “I can’t leave them. They’ve all I’ve got.”

David hummed, but he didn’t care. “You’ve got me. That’s all you need.”

“I know…” Sofia licked her lips as his finger ran across her clothed clit. “But I’ve known them since I was an infant. I can’t just push them away. They mean a lot to me, and they’ve helped me so much. If it wasn’t to them I wouldn’t have gotten into that college, and if it wasn’t for them, I therefore wouldn’t have met you.”

David thought about her words.

It is true.

But did he care? Not at all.

“I don’t care, Princess,” he kissed her neck now, using his strength to push her head upwards and back to locate her neck better.

“But I do,” Sofia fired back.

David suddenly stopped, his actions faltering. He narrowed his eyes for a second time, his grip now growing tight on her thighs. Sofia winced for a second, before peeling her pretty brown eyes open and looking down at him. She can see the fury and the rage as he glowers at her.

“Baby,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “Don’t be like that.”

His grip was still tight and his glare was still standing strong.

“Your choosing your friends over me?” David raised both eyebrows at her.

Sofia immediately shook her head. “No! No, I’m not. You know I would never ever do that, David. Come on, babe, you have to believe me. I just can’t lose anyone else. Please. Just think about it… if you truly loved me you would let me still see them.”

David breathed in deeply.

“You know I love you,” he said. “You know that I’m doing this because I love you, and I never want to lose you.”

Sofia ran her fingers softly down his cheek now. “And you’re never going to lose me,” she said as she pressed a delicate kiss to his soft lips. “I would never choose my friends over you. I didn’t choose my family over you, and I even lost my scholarship for you… and I would do it all over again if I had to. No matter what, I will forever be with you. I want you, and only you, and whatever anyone says it won’t change my mind. No matter what you do, I’ll always be aside you… always. Forever.”

David’s eyes spiked in anticipation as she spoke.

“And let’s say… I killed someone?” David tilted his head.

Sofia already knew.

She already knew about the death in which he had previously caused, especially with his group of friends.

“I know already,” she told him. “Your friend got a little too drunk and slipped up.”

David ran his tongue across his teeth. “And you’re not leaving?” He ran his hands up to hold her hips now.

“Never,” Sofia whispered, her lips brushing his again.

“Right answer.”

David pushed her backwards, her back landing down on the mattress. He had upgraded his bed from a shitty single one to a double one — it was Sofia’s old bed that she was going to use in her shared apartment, however it was too big. So, it made the perfect fit in David’s room hidden away in the darkness of a corner.

“I love you,” he murmured down at her.

He hovered her, hands resting by her head.

“I love you…” Sofia said through euphoria.

Her back arched as David placed soft kisses on the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her forehead, and then finally her lips.

They met in a messy kiss.

Tongues lapping, saliva mixing.

David’s hand rested on the base of her neck, the left hand sitting on her thigh, slowly inching its way up just as it had before. Sofia shivered in delight, her eyes shut in bliss as their mouths move in sync together, teeth clashing. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer, and sometimes dropping to his back, pulling the fabric of his dark black top up with her long nails.

She pushed up into him, panting.

“Please…” Sofia mumbled, peeling her eyes open.

David too is in complete euphoria.

His trousers suddenly tight, and his body radiating far more heat than it had before.

“Anything you ask for, beautiful…” David smirked.

Kissing down her neck, leaving his mark with painful sucks, his hand pushed into her warm, wet cunt. She’s still fully clothed, but he can feel her wetness through the soft fabric of her pyjama shorts.

Moaning quietly, Sofia is quick to pull them down.

“Ruin me, David,” she said to him with a flutter of her eyelashes and parted lips.

As David slipped his head between her open legs, he grinned up at her.

“I already have, pretty girl.”