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pepemartiofficial yourname

series masterlist ✷ ch.13

leonardofornaroli

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leonardofornaroli first win in my home🥇🇮🇹

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arvid.lindblad glad i made it out with all my limbs still attached

↳ yourname rude i drove well

↳ arvid.lindblad questionable

↳ user91 he drives an f2 car but yn's driving scares him😭

user10 i see the soft launch

↳ user77 thats why his photo dumps have been getting more aesthetic

justjules 🫶

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user29 oh to be part of this friend group 

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yourname not the best result today. thank you to the team & all the fans!

also congrats to leooo

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leonardofornaroli Just realized I have to deal with this for another entire race week 🙃

justjules baby leo🥹🥹🥹

user31 subtlety is a lost art.

user55 is that leo's gf?

user22 not the exact same plate from Pepe’s post 😭 we’re not blind, girl

user48 every dump she posts makes me more convinced they’re dating and gaslighting us

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christian.mansell

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formula2 Our sprint podium sitters in order. 

P.S. No YNs were harmed in the third pic. 

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user61 i get why she spoke to pepe after the race

↳ user22 WHAT

↳ user61 yeah check out @.f2gossips post

user8 YN WIN!!!

user44 arvid drowned and blinded yn on that podium

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f2gossips friends to enemies to friends again? Pepe Marti and Yn were seen talking to each other after the race where they were once again on the podium. 

Sources say Pepe went to the Invicta truck, he walked out a minute later with Yn and Leo trailing behind him. Leo whispered to Yn before she walked further and here's what the source said their conversation was. 

Pepe: Look, I know this is all kinds of weird, and we haven't talked in ages. I know I screwed up, and I'm sorry for everything I said. I never should've said it to you. I understand if you can't forgive me, but I just wanted to say it, I'm sorry. 

Yn: You really hurt me, Pepe. 

Pepe: I know and I regret it. I've been an idiot and I don't expect to go back to how it was, but I need you to know how sorry I am. I just want to try and make things right. 

Yn: I don't know if I can just forget it but... we can try. 

Pepe: I'll take it. Thank you. 

He went to shake her hand. Yn was shocked but shook his hand. 

Yn: Don't make me regret it. 

Pepe: You won't. I promise. 

Yn turned to leave, she walked in with Leo. Pepe smiled to himself and headed to Campos. 

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pepemartiofficial P2 in the Sprint Race, P5 in the Feature Race.

Happy with the double header and thankful for the team’s fantastic work, Imola up next into the triple header, VAMOS!! 🔥🔥

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sebasmontoya58 👀

↳ user71 sebastian what do you know?

user29 shirtless pic on the main😍😍😍

user58 this coming a minute after yn followed him back😭

user91 the pr team is confused🤔

arvid.lindblad leonardofornaroli pepemartiofficial

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yourname teammate home race things. 

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leosmom It was nice having you, darling.

↳ yourname thank you. it was nice meeting you!!

↳ leosmom Please come next race

↳ yourname sure😁😁😁😁

leonardofornaroli Who showed you the baby pics of me?

↳ yourname your mom

↳ leonardofornaroli Not funny😐

↳ yourname dude your mom literally showed them to me

user71 yn is officially part of the fornaroli family now

user62 BABY LEOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

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“so i see you got the ice princess to talk. how’d you do it?” lando says. “yeah mate i don’t know but i wanted to talk to you. i wanna call off this bet.” 

“you can't do that.” 

“there’s no you can’t get out clause”  jack shrugs.

“yes but there isn’t a what happens if you lose clause. so, we're even. you can’t back out cause you have feelings for her.” 

jack walked with lando, trying to come up with a response.

“see you jack. break the ice princess alright?” lando says, walking off.

jack thought of the second best option if he couldn’t get out of the deal, he’d just lose. there wasn’t anything to do if he lost. 

so for the next triple header he ignored you, he ignored the pang in his heart every time he saw you.

he tried to justify his decision 'you wouldn’t care, you didn't', 'you were currently leading the driver's championship, you were probably more worried about your championship', 'he was just a rookie'

imola was not a great weekend for him, he had made it to q2 but crashed at the end of the first session. he felt your words rang in his ear “these things happen. just keep your chin up okay?”, immediately stopping himself.

in monaco, he found himself in p7, scoring all the points for alpine that day. after he got out of the car, he watched you on the podium for a while. 

later, he found you in the parking lot. he quickly shoved his airpods in. jack spotted you, waving at him but he had to pretend not to notice you. he saw the look on your face as you got in your car and left the parking lot. 

in barcelona, media day, he saw you coming in after him. he decided to sit in his car, so he didn't have to talk to you, he hoped that you'd gone to the garage or were distracted by the media or anything.

then he heard a knock, startled. he rolls his window down. 

“you ignoring me jack?” you asked, direct. 

he stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“maybe.” he said, his mouth moving before his mind.   

“oh okay.” you stuttered. you immediately gathered yourself “well congrats on your points last race. see you around” 

he got out of his car, following you trying to apologise, you just walked, correcting him. 

“i’m sorry. i just i don’t know i wanted to focus on my racing” 

“you got p7. so congrats” you interjected.

“and i didn’t want you to not do well” 

“not for you to decide” 

“i know that was stupid.” 

you nodded. 

“mate. you don’t need to answer me or correct yourself. your pr team probably said something. if not your pr team, maybe someone in the paddock.”

“it’s- it’s not like that” he says his head hung low. 

“okay. i got my answer. thanks” you walked away, leaving his mind racing. did he say something wrong?  

“so i see you got the ice princess to talk. how’d you do it?” lando says. “yeah mate i don’t know but i wanted to talk to you. i wanna call off this bet.” 

“you can't do that.” 

“there’s no you can’t get out clause”  jack shrugs.

“yes but there isn’t a what happens if you lose clause. so, we're even. you can’t back out cause you have feelings for her.” 

jack walked with lando, trying to come up with a response.

“see you jack. break the ice princess alright?” lando says, walking off.

jack thought of the second best option if he couldn’t get out of the deal, he’d just lose. there wasn’t anything to do if he lost. 

so for the next triple header he ignored you, he ignored the pang in his heart every time he saw you.

he tried to justify his decision 'you wouldn’t care, you didn't', 'you were currently leading the driver's championship, you were probably more worried about your championship', 'he was just a rookie'

imola was not a great weekend for him, he had made it to q2 but crashed at the end of the first session. he felt your words rang in his ear “these things happen. just keep your chin up okay?”, immediately stopping himself.

in monaco, he found himself in p7, scoring all the points for alpine that day. after he got out of the car, he watched you on the podium for a while. 

later, he found you in the parking lot. he quickly shoved his airpods in. jack spotted you, waving at him but he had to pretend not to notice you. he saw the look on your face as you got in your car and left the parking lot. 

in barcelona, media day, he saw you coming in after him. he decided to sit in his car, so he didn't have to talk to you, he hoped that you'd gone to the garage or were distracted by the media or anything.

then he heard a knock, startled. he rolls his window down. 

“you ignoring me jack?” you asked, direct. 

he stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“maybe.” he said, his mouth moving before his mind.   

“oh okay.” you stuttered. you immediately gathered yourself “well congrats on your points last race. see you around” 

he got out of his car, following you trying to apologise, you just walked, correcting him. 

“i’m sorry. i just i don’t know i wanted to focus on my racing” 

“you got p7. so congrats” you interjected.

“and i didn’t want you to not do well” 

“not for you to decide” 

“i know that was stupid.” 

you nodded. 

“mate. you don’t need to answer me or correct yourself. your pr team probably said something. if not your pr team, maybe someone in the paddock.”

“it’s- it’s not like that” he says his head hung low. 

“okay. i got my answer. thanks” you walked away, leaving his mind racing. did he say something wrong?  

“so i see you got the ice princess to talk. how’d you do it?” lando says. “yeah mate i don’t know but i wanted to talk to you. i wanna call off this bet.” 

“you can't do that.” 

“there’s no you can’t get out clause”  jack shrugs.

“yes but there isn’t a what happens if you lose clause. so, we're even. you can’t back out cause you have feelings for her.” 

jack walked with lando, trying to come up with a response.

“see you jack. break the ice princess alright?” lando says, walking off.

jack thought of the second best option if he couldn’t get out of the deal, he’d just lose. there wasn’t anything to do if he lost. 

so for the next triple header he ignored you, he ignored the pang in his heart every time he saw you.

he tried to justify his decision 'you wouldn’t care, you didn't', 'you were currently leading the driver's championship, you were probably more worried about your championship', 'he was just a rookie'

imola was not a great weekend for him, he had made it to q2 but crashed at the end of the first session. he felt your words rang in his ear “these things happen. just keep your chin up okay?”, immediately stopping himself.

in monaco, he found himself in p7, scoring all the points for alpine that day. after he got out of the car, he watched you on the podium for a while. 

later, he found you in the parking lot. he quickly shoved his airpods in. jack spotted you, waving at him but he had to pretend not to notice you. he saw the look on your face as you got in your car and left the parking lot. 

in barcelona, media day, he saw you coming in after him. he decided to sit in his car, so he didn't have to talk to you, he hoped that you'd gone to the garage or were distracted by the media or anything.

then he heard a knock, startled. he rolls his window down. 

“you ignoring me jack?” you asked, direct. 

he stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“maybe.” he said, his mouth moving before his mind.   

“oh okay.” you stuttered. you immediately gathered yourself “well congrats on your points last race. see you around” 

he got out of his car, following you trying to apologise, you just walked, correcting him. 

“i’m sorry. i just i don’t know i wanted to focus on my racing” 

“you got p7. so congrats” you interjected.

“and i didn’t want you to not do well” 

“not for you to decide” 

“i know that was stupid.” 

you nodded. 

“mate. you don’t need to answer me or correct yourself. your pr team probably said something. if not your pr team, maybe someone in the paddock.”

“it’s- it’s not like that” he says his head hung low. 

“okay. i got my answer. thanks” you walked away, leaving his mind racing. did he say something wrong?  

as the f2 race was about to begin, he’d noticed you watching from the start tower.

he thought he’d bring you coffee and maybe talk to you. 

he walked back into alpine and made two coffees, one for himself and one for you. 

when he saw you again, still in the same spot, he hesitated for a second. 

“alpine’s famous second best," he said, holding the cup out. 

you glanced at him, then the coffee, then back at the track. 

“doubtful.” you said, but you took it anyway

he smiled, a little embarrassed. 

you took a sip pleasantly surprised “did alpine change something? this is good.” 

there is a moment of silence as the cars zoomed past. 

“thanks jack.” 

“you watching someone?” he asked. 

“no” you said then. “fornaroli and marti” 

“marti has been quick this year” 

“yeah but he’s not great at qualifying. if he qualified higher, he would be doing better”

“great race starts tho” you add. 

“and fornaroli?” 

“consistent. meeting expectations. i’d like to see him win” 

“anyone else?” 

“the whole grid really.”  

you sipped coffee and gave observations every once in a while. 

jack didn't say much, he listened to you intently.

miami driver parade was different, yn had her routine, a knock on the door, airpods to avoid people before the parade truck, talk to lance and esteban.

but then saw 10 human sized lego cars. 

she pulled one aripod out and looked around. 

“what the hell," she muttered. 

“cool right?” yuki’s voice chimed in. 

he stepped up beside her. “you have to drive” he says casually “team says taller person“

yn tried to hide her excitement, but failed.

this may be the first time she is excited for a drivers parade.  

the chaos had began immediately.

the ferraris trying to win, mclaren and mercedes behind them, all she could hear from them were laughs and occasional “GEORGE” 

she and yuki were sandwiched in 5th behind the alpine, in front of haas and aston martin.

‘clean racing’ had ended and they were trying to crash into one another, lance was instructing fernando on where to go, while esteban was correcting them.

yn tried to swerve but she lightly hit the alpine, and that caused all 8 drivers to crack up. 

yuki through his laugh “box this lap. box this lap. i have front wing damage." 

jack did his best oscar impression “move of a world champion am i right?” 

“10 second penalty to ocon” someone shouted. estaban immediately shouted “what did i do?”

this set the drivers off again.

by the end of the lap, williams and mercedes ended in the wall, with kimi ditching george and running on foot, she slowed down, and told kimi to sit in the redbull. 

kimi did as instructed. the williams boys getting out teased george.

george shouts “mate you can’t ditch me like that.” 

kimi recording this interaction shouts “sorry mate.” and then the cockpit of the fake lego car. “im going to give this information to mercedes” 

yn shook her head, as she steered away. 

as they exited the lego cars, the drivers hadn’t stopped teasing one another. 

“p4 dang it” she jokes. 

“hey congrats on the podium” she earnestly tells jack. 

he fakes tears “i would like to thank my mom and dad and especially yn for giving me advice” 

behind them, the haas had crashed and were getting out of the lego car. yn turned around, immediately chuckling at esteban.  

"classic esteban move" ollie says, teasing esteban.

"mate you were driving."

yn laughs at the interaction.

jack looked at her, caught off guard. 

this is one of the only times he's ever seen her laugh. and it felt like the world around them didn't exist. 

it was just her, and him watching. 

a/n 2: if the advice she gives sounds like bogus, it probably is cause i don't know much about actual driving.