#eo31 x y/n

[giuseppe-yuki]

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esteban ocon x flying squirrel shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.4k

warnings: kind of mean!pierre and some profanity

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: one of your first visits to the belgium grand prix goes a little unexpected

picture credits from pinterest :)

standing at a whopping 1.86 meters tall, it was obvious your boyfriend was one of the tallest drivers on the grid. he drew attention wherever he went due to his tall nature, reputation as a formula 1 driver, and of course, his good looks. unfortunately, this also meant that he had to deal with a lot of reporters and fans in public. he accepted this role as a public figure gracefully, smiling for skytv or signing a teenage boy’s alpine kit whenever prompted. 

you, however, hated the spotlight. you often took advantage of este’s tall, lanky figure and hid behind him whenever people got too close for your comfort. whenever you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s body, he would always understand your distress and immediately loop his arm around you and pull you in closer to him. it was the exact reason why you were hardly spotted with esteban during any of his races. 

however, with some begging and a brand new hermes bag from esteban, you agreed to go with him for the belgium grand prix. 

when you arrive at the paddock, you carefully clutch said hermes bag with one hand while tightly holding on to your boyfriend’s hand with the other. he smiles at you reassuringly, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

suddenly, you hear several voices behind you. turning around, you see a group of girls, near your age, smiling giddily, holding out autograph books.

“hey esteban!” they exclaim, starstruck. “can we have your autograph?” 

your boyfriend nods, giving them a polite smile. he quickly scribbles his signature in the books they held with outstretched hands.

afterwards, the group of girls thank him profusely and take off.

este turns to you. “you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.

you give him a nervous smile. you weren’t used to the fans, but most of them had been pretty polite and kind. 

you nod back at him, and a relieved look crosses his face. 

both of you continue your walk all the way to esteban’s driver room, only stopping for a few times for other fans. 

once he closes the door to his room, esteban takes off running and proceeds to sprawl himself on the length of the couch. 

your nervousness dissipated in the privacy of the room, you leap towards the couch as well, laughing.

“este!” you giggle, sitting on his legs. “you’re taking up the whole couch! where am i going to sit comfortably?”

“well,” he drawls, smirking. “why don’t you sit on my…lap!”

you gasp, scandalized. “you did not just say that right now!” still, you scooch your body upwards, straddling his lap. 

“not so shy, are you now?” he remarks, raising an eyebrow at you.

you swat at his sculpted chest jokingly, and bashfully look at him through your lashes. 

he slowly sits up and leans towards you, pulling you into a soft kiss. he tastes like chapstick and a hint of cream puff that you knew he sneakily ate in the car when his trainer wasn’t looking.

 you pull back, eyes mirroring esteban’s pretty black irises. if given the choice, you would probably spend all day looking at him, counting his light freckles.

before you have a chance to lean in again, his door suddenly swings open, revealing an embarrassed girl and shocked pierre. both of their clothes are visibility messed up and their hair a little in disarray. all of you stay still, frozen in surprise. 

pierre is the first one to talk. “i am so sorry!” he apologies, arms out to emphasize his point. he quickly tries to smooth down his ruffled hair. “i did not mean to interrupt your…” he gestures to you on esteban’s lap, “make-out session!”

you feel your cheeks heat up, and you rapidly scramble off of esteban. your boyfriend straightens out his rumpled team kit, but not before shooting a glare at pierre, who is still standing in the doorway. “let’s not pretend that you were literally doing the same thing!” he shoots at him. 

before the two alpine drivers escalate the situation from a glaring match to a full-blown fight, the girl that you assume to be pierre’s girlfriend, quickly pulls pierre out of the driver room and roughly shoves him aside, closing the door to a little crack. you hear a little bit of scuffling and a soft yelp from pierre from the other side before the girl pops her head back into the room. she smiles at you apologetically. “sorry about pierre,” she says, “i’m his girlfriend, by the way, nice to meet you. i hope we can meet again another time!”

you send her a timid wave goodbye before she closes the door completely behind her.

completely changing out of your shy personality after she closes the door, you whip back towards esteban, who is pretending to act innocent on the couch. you wag your finger at him. “no starting fights with pierre!” you reprimand, one hand perched on your hip. 

he rolls his eyes, and hooks his freakishly long arms around your waist and pulls you back on his lap. from the slight smile on your face, he immediately knows he has broken your resolve. 

esteban wiggles his eyebrows and rakes his eyes across your figure in front of him. “now, to finish what i started before pierre rudely interrupted…”

twenty minutes later, you both are interrupted again, but this time by an alarm on este’s phone. he groans as he has to pull away you in order to fetch his phone thats tucked underneath him in his back pocket. “ugh..” he grumbles, repeatedly spamming the ‘stop’ button on his phone. “i can’t have one moment of peace with my girlfriend…”

once the alarm disappears from his screen, he winds his arm back, about to toss his phone to the other side of the room when his eyes grow wide. 

“what happened, baby?” you question, concerned. 

“i think we were supposed to be in the garage like five minutes ago…” he discloses, scratching his head sheepishly. 

you leap up in flash, pulling esteban off the plush couch with you. “ESTE!! why are we still there then???” you cry, scrambling to grab your bag and phone. 

“it’s alright,” he laughs, grabbing your shoulders to make you stand still. “just hop on my shoulder and i’ll run over to the garage.”

you sigh exasperatedly before throwing your packed birkin onto the couch and shifting into your flying squirrel form. once you get a grasp on esteban with your special claws, you quickly scurry up his long legs, scrawny torso, and then sit on your favorite spot on his shoulder near the crook of his neck. you purposely bat your tail at his face a few times, as if to tell him to ‘hurry up and go’. 

“hey!” he complains, softly pushing your tail away from his face. “i’m going now, jeez!”

the garage is bustling with activity, like expected, before the start of the belgium grand prix. vip guests line the back counter, reporters adjust their microphones, and engineers check and recheck their pre-race to-do lists. your boyfriend is able to take less than two steps in the garage when he is spotted by his furious race engineer, a man with short ginger hair and light freckled skin. 

“esteban!! where the fuck were you?? get your fireproofs on right now. the race starts in half an hour!” he roars, gesturing wildly with a clipboard in his hand. with that, he turns away from your boyfriend and marches off towards a group of engineers that look stressed out of their minds. 

“okay, no need to be pressed,” esteban mutters under his breath, “sue me for wanting to spend one second with my girlfriend.” 

he lightly jogs over to the counter to start gathering his radio headphones and his balaclava when pierre claps one hand on the opposite shoulder you were standing on, scaring both you and esteban. 

fully dressed in his fireproofs, suit, and balaclava, he grins at your boyfriend. “you have a squirrel, huh? i guess it makes sense since you’re built like a tree.” 

that was definitely unprompted, you think, a tiny bit offended for esteban. quickly, you jump off of his shoulder, glide carefully onto the counter, and throw a stray screw at pierre’s head. it bounces off his forehead, and makes a clacking sound as tumbles onto the floor. 

“ow!” pierre shrieks, clutching his forehead.

esteban cackles at your good throw. “serves you right, putain! besides, you can’t talk when you have a big ass forehead!” 

pierre flips the both of you the middle finger before scampering away towards his side of the garage. 

still chuckling softly, your boyfriend places a kiss on the top of your head before putting on his signature red helmet. with a few extra pets, he leaves you inside a headset cubby to go report back to his race engineer.

you settle back in the little space, away from the absolute chaos going on in the garage. suddenly, a little boy’s head pops into view in front of the cubby. he squeals in excitement, pointing to you. 

“mommy!” he shrieks, jabbing his chubby little finger at you. “a squirrel! a squirrel! can i hold it?” 

behind him, you can tell his fancily dressed mother isn’t paying attention. a vip lanyard hangs around her neck, swinging as she gestures excitedly in conversation with one of the alpine engineers. The young boy’s mother blushes, tucking a hair behind her ear as the engineer leans toward her to show a picture on her phone. yeah...she’s definitely not paying attention to her kid, you deduce. 

the little boy, who was holding an engineer headset (how did he even get that?), quickly drops it on the ground, where it bounces on the ground with an unpromising crunch. he reaches inside your hiding space with his dirty hands, and snatches you out. 

you squeal in horror as he squishes you in his tight grip, toddling across the garage toward his mother to show her the wondrous creature that he just captured. squeaks of alarm exit your mouth, but you aren’t sure if anyone can hear you over the overlapping talking of people and crackle of the tv. luckily, pierre spots you from his place next to the counter. your unlikely savior sprints towards esteban, grasps the back of his race suit with one hand, and tows him towards your direction with an panicked pointing. 

esteban rushes over, yanking you out of the child’s grip. 

“don’t do that!” he scolds the kid while holding you gently to his chest. you tremble a little bit. 

the young kid looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, still processing why this man had approached him and yanked the squirrel that he found fair and square out of his hands. the little boy’s mother and the engineer rush over, now certainly paying attention. both women gape at esteban holding a squirrel gingerly in his hands. 

the engineer stutters out, “shouldn’t you be going to parc ferme? the race is about to start!” she points to the tv, where you can see a zoom in of alex albon getting settled into his williams.

esteban nods, setting you into a higher cubby, and turns toward the little boy’s mother, who was now reprimanding her son for running off. “ma’am, please take a better watch of your son, and teach him not to handle other peop-” he pauses, correcting himself. “-animals that roughly!” before the woman can respond, he turns and marches off towards the parked cars on the track. 

the race starts with no problem,  with esteban starting off in P10. around lap 31, you hear a crackle beneath your cubby. you cautiously peek your head out towards the sound. the engineer headset on the ground crackles again, and you think you can hear esteban’s disoriented, tinny voice drift from the speakers inside the earpieces. you swiftly leap out of the cubby, using your “wing-like” flaps to sail towards the piece of technology on the ground. putting your sensitive ears close to the headphones, you confirm that it is esteban on the line once you hear his familiar voice through the broken static hum.

you use all your strength the drag the headphones towards a hidden corner in the garage, behind several tall cabinets. making sure there is enough space beforehand, you shift into your human self again. daintily, you pick up the headset from the ground and adjust the microphone to your mouth.

“esteban…” you whisper, “can you hear me?” 

“wh-... the..-uck?...is tha-..ou, ….?” says the voice on the other line.

you giggle, hearing his voice all choppy over the broken headset. placing your lips directly in front of the microphone, you speak again in a hushed voice. “este, baby, if you get in points i’ll buy you the metallic red deadpool funko pop that i know you were eyeing the past month!”

you patiently wait for esteban to come back into the garage, body leaned against one of the counters lining the walls. his alpine rumbles as he stops the car in park ferme. from the tv, you can see him basically dashing to the fia officials to have himself weighed. 

you hear his thundering footsteps towards the garage before you actually see him. a grin splits his face when he runs towards you and basically jumps into your arms. the engineers around the garage start clapping and whooping. 

“P9, huh, este?” you whisper into his ear. 

esteban leans back, looking at you. “that’s right!” he says eagerly. “you’re getting me that funko pop now, right?”

this man, you think, giggling to yourself. he gets points in an alpine, no less, and all he thinks about is getting a funko pop.

“of course,” you assure him. “matter of fact, i’ll even get you the limited edition glow in the dark wolverine one too.” 

his face lights up even more as he beams at you. 

the engineer from before approaches timidly towards the two of you. “sorry for bothering you guys, but the podium ceremony is starting. you should probably get there before we get fined, esteban.”

your boyfriend nods tersely, understanding his duties, and you gladly let him go.

the engineer smiles politely at you, not recognizing you as the flying squirrel from earlier. 

“esteban’s girlfriend, i assume?” 

“yes,” you say kindly, voice turning soft with shyness. 

“well, it’s nice to meet you.” she remarks. then, she shifts her attention to something behind you. she brushes past you, brows wrinkling, and leans down to pick something up.

“what the heck is this broken alpine headset doing on the ground?”

a/n: sorry for the short unplanned hiatus.. school started up and i got a little busy. hope you enjoyed this one though :)

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[cheriladycl01]

Switching up on me - Esteban Ocon x Lawyer! Reader

Plot: Busy days using an underground train system you aren't familiar too is stressful enough with all the people and noises, but your day couldn't get any worse when you switch bags with the person you bumped into on the platform.

You were currently running around central Milan in a tizz, you were trying to find the underground station so you could make your way over to the building your client had sent through.

Usually your legal firm dealt with everything strictly in the UK, but this high profile client of yours was unable to make the travel from Italy to England. Your boss sent you off saying you'd have to meet him there to run through final things before you went to court. Everything was in a large duffle bag, all the private documents and confidential agreements and you were struggling holding it next to you.

Once you got into the subway system you placed the bag down next to you but close enough no-one would be able to steal from you. A gentleman came and stood next to you waiting for the next train that was supposed to come in about a minute.

What you didn't anticipate was Milan's sudden rush hour, some guy bumped into you making your trip over your bag. The guy who was next to you caught you and held you steady so you didn't fall onto the tunneled track.

"Thank you!" you smile up at him, and you guys continue to stare up at each other until the train comes into the station. People push their way off and the mystery man looks up at the train side and gasps when he notices it's his. He grabs his bag and jumps on while you watch in awe as the love of your life, your literal soulmate leaves the station on the train.

You wait knowing that one was heading out of the city and sit on a bench waiting for yours to come in.

You pick up the bag which feels slightly heavier than before but you don't think much off it. You get on the next tube which is luckily a lot quieter and manage to get a seat and have your bag on your lap. When you feel it, it feels a little odd, not as padded out in some areas as you remembered it being.

You slowly unzip the bag, seeing none of your things. No water bottle with turtle stickers, or university hoodie, no legal documents of your clients and no nice pair of heels you were supposed to put on before you got to the office after your train commute and small walk.

"No no no!" you whispers to yourself rummaging through finding a helmet, a suit and other various manly bits that weren't yours.

You then remembered the man on the platform and that you must have switched bags. You smiled at the thought that you guys had the exact same bags which just fueled your thoughts of the fact that the very attractive man that saved your life on the Milan underground was in fact your soulmate.

You get off at the next stop at a completely random place in Milan, where you see and advertisement for the F1 race in Monza. The guy must be something to do with that, he was heading that way and he had the helmet and race suit.

You pull out your phone and pull up your clients number before calling them.

"Hey Y/N!" they answer after one ring and immediately they sound a little guilty.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"Well, you see somethings come up and I'm going to need to postpone everything until tomorrow and the day after, I'll pay for the flight for the inconvenience and your extra hotel expenses and you know what even through dinner on me tomorrow night. I'll take you to a nice place in Milan, but I'm so sorry I cant do it today!" she blurts out and a massive smile comes onto your face.

"That's no problem at all, I can er... do a little more research in the mean time and ... maybe explore the city!" you exclaim knowing you'd be heading on a tube straight for Monza.

"Ahhhh! Your a star I'm so glad the company sent you! I swear you are the only one I trust! But defiantly explore the city it's beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow babe but I really have to go! Okay goodbye!" she says before hanging up.

"You clutch the bag, looking around before you find your way to the nearest taxi service.

"Hello, could you take me to Monza? The er race track?" you ask having no idea if there was a specific name.

"130 euro!" he says and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the price.

"Yeah, that's fine!" you grit your teeth.

You are there in no-time jumping out after paying the driver and looking at the map to try and find the most sensible place to go. You assume the paddock where it leads to the garages makes the most sense.

However as you get there and see the security and the pass entrance you start to panic. You walk up to one of the security with a friendly smile on your face which was almost sheepish.

"Hi, this is going to sound so bizarre but I think I've switched bags with a driver and I have their helmet and race suit. Can I get in to hand it back to him please and to get my bag back?" you ask and he laughs.

"Yeah sod off kid!" he laughs the one next to him joining in.

"No I'm being series look!" you say unzipping the bag. They look at it and look between each other.

"Radio it through to alpine" one of the says before walking off through the entrance. You awkwardly stand there waiting for someone to say anything.

"I've been told to bring her through!" the one on the walky talky says letting you go through. He walks with you until you come up to one place that has a big picture of the man you met in the subway.

"Esteban?" you ask pointing to his picture and the security guard nods.

"Apparently he went out to look for you, he's been called by his team to come back as you are here!" he smiles before walking off towards the front. Someone comes running out the front in team gear smiling at you.

"Hey, come with me can we get you anything to drink. You can wait in Esteban's driver room!" he smiles and you politely decline a drink, placing yourself on the sofa and waiting patiently.

"Hey!" a voice interrupts you from scrolling on your phone.

"Hey, I erm think I have something of yours!" you grin, holding up the bag and he sighs seeing his bag the exact colour and model that yours was.

"Thank god! That bag has my life in it!" he cries.

"I think i would have been fired if I actually lost mine!" you admit.

"Yeah, I just want you to know the minute I saw confidential i didn't look through anything. I only found the key card to your hotel room, that's where I was heading to in hopes you'd gone there to try make some calls.

"I worked out you must be a driver and that you'd probably be in dire need so i came straight here!" you smile and he nods.

"Well thank you for delivering the goods!" he smiles handing over your bag. You smile and thank him, before hesitating to exit the room. However you do with a sad sort of smile, knowing you'd probably never see him again.

"Wait!" a voice shouts making your turn round and you see Esteban stood there.

"Can I please have your number, or take you out to dinner as a thank you?" he asks looking over you, trying to get a read.

"Really?" you grin, not expecting him to have asked.

"Well, I think it's sort of fate right?" he asks with a little sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right!" you grin.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

Hey, if you're requests are still open, can I request just some fluff with Esteban Ocon? Maybe just something domestic like making breakfast together? Thank you! I hope you are having a great day!

Revenge is a dish best served cold — Esteban Ocon x reader

Fluff

Word count — 851

Esteban woke up to the sounds of pots and pans moving around in the kitchen, smiling as he got out of bed and went to see what all the commotion was.

“Smells delicious” Esteban says walking over to the kitchen counter where you were cracking open eggs.

You turn to see Esteban, smiling at him as your hand pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Mmh..good morning to you too” you say, your voice tired and groggy from the recent awakening.

Esteban chuckles and walks up to you, a small yawn escaping his lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, his head resting gently on your shoulder. You feel his chin rest on your shoulder, a slight scratch of his beard against your bare skin causing a shiver to race up your spine. You smile, feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

Esteban nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “What’re you making?” he mumbles, his nose buried in your hair.

"Just some pancakes" you reply, feeling his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest.

Esteban hums appreciatively, his face still nuzzled into your neck. "Smells delicious..." he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm hungry though..." his arm loosens up slightly, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his fingers drawing small circles on the exposed skin.

“Do you want to help?” You asked Esteban chuckled against your neck, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist, his hands splaying across your stomach.

"Sure" he replies, his lips still pressed against your skin, his voice low and sultry. "What do you need me to do?" You hum in thought, looking down at the counter in front of you. "Can you start mixing the pancake batter?" you ask, a small smile playing on your lips.

Esteban straightens up, his arms still wrapped around you. He looks down at the ingredients laid out before him, a smirk on his face. "Sure thing, boss."

Esteban lets go of your waist, giving your hip one last squeeze before moving to the counter. He picks up the bowl and starts mixing the pancake batter, his skilled hands working quickly and smoothly.

You turn around, leaning against the counter as you watch him work. His muscular arms flexing with each movement, his brow furrowed in concentration, it was a sight to behold.

While Esteban was distracted by pancake batter you sneakily grab a large egg and break it on top of Esteban’s head causing him stop stirring the pancake batter. A large splatter of egg landed on top of Esteban's head, his eyes widening in surprise before a look of shock and disbelief crossed his face. He slowly lifted his hand, touching the sticky mess that now adorned his hair.

"Did you just...throw an egg on my head?" He asked, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face. You burst into laughter, unable to keep a straight face at the sight of him. The batter was forgotten as you doubled over, clutching your stomach as you laughed.

"You should see your face!" You managed to get out through your laughs, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Esteban's expression changed from surprise to a mixture of annoyance and amusement at your reaction. He shook his head, a few drops of egg splattering onto the counter.

"Ha ha, very funny" he said sarcastically, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "This is how you appreciate me helping you, huh?"

You wiped a tear from your eye, still giggling as you stood up straighter. "Oh, come on. You have to admit, the look on your face was priceless" you said, a cheeky grin on your face.

Esteban rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips as he saw your cheeky grin. "You're lucky I have a good sense of humor" he muttered, running a hand through his now egg-covered hair.

“But payback is a bitch” Esteban says, grabbing the bowl of pancake batter and pouring it on your head. You gasp in surprise as the liquid batter hits your head, soaking your hair and shirt. You freeze for a moment, shocked at the feeling of the cold, sticky batter covering you. "Esteban!" you exclaim, your voice mixing with a laugh, "You didn't!"

Esteban stands before you, a smug grin on his face as he looks down at your messy state. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of you covered in pancake batter. "Hey, you started it!" he says, a teasing tone in his voice.

You groan in mock frustration, running a hand through your damp hair, batter sticking to your fingers. "Oh, so this is how it's gonna be?" you say, a smirk forming on your face, "Two can play at this game."

Esteban smirks back, seeing the determination in your eyes. "Oh, really?" he says, setting the empty bowl down on the counter. "Bring it on."

[infin1ty-garden]

IF YOU NEED A HERO

ೃ⁀➷ summary: headcanons of what it's like to meet spider-man! esteban ocon ೃ⁀➷ pairing: spider-man! esteban ocon x gn! reader ೃ⁀➷ warnings: none ೃ⁀➷ word count: 571 words ೃ⁀➷ author note: both you and estie are in college. you can tell i don't know how to write headcanons

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ೃ⁀➷ You met when you were paired up for a project and since then the two of you would study together, have lunches and invite each other to parties (well mostly you would) but kept one another at arms length

ೃ⁀➷ Esteban worked as a part time photographer for newspapers. Sometimes his photos where the ones you would use for projects

ೃ⁀➷ You have heard of spider-man just like everyone has and see him swinging around the city

ೃ⁀➷ The first time you interacted with him was a total accident. You found him almost passed out after a fight. Somehow managing to bring him to your dorm

ೃ⁀➷ You used the supplies from the med kit to the best of your abilities. Making sure not to remove his mask but he still had some cuts on his face that needed to be treated. As you reached to fix them up, he gently grabbed your wrist. "I won't take off your mask."

ೃ⁀➷ Esteban didn't take his eyes off of you for a second. You treated him with such gentleness. This was the moment he fell even if he didn't realise it, yet. Your eyes trying not to stare too long at his chest so he wouldn't notice (he did). His heartbeat quicked each time your hands got closer to his face

ೃ⁀➷ You let him sleep on your sofa, he was clearly exhausted. The next morning you woke up with him gone and a note in your kitchen

"I helped myself to some coffee. I hope you don't mind!"

- Friendly neighbourhood Spider-man

ೃ⁀➷ The next time you saw him. He had brought a cup of coffee with him. "Since I kind of stole it from you and as a thank you." To be honest he felt guilty for you staying up late because of him. He had seen the bags under your eyes when you meet up in between classes

ೃ⁀➷ You kept seeing him from then on. His excuse being that he was making sure you weren't stitching up another hero.  "Jealous much?" He shrugged it off with a laugh

ೃ⁀➷ But each time he got injured he went to you. "Really, at this point I should open a superhero clinic." Once you were done, he took your hands in his. "Thank you for putting up with me and helping me everytime." He lifted his mask so that his lips were uncovered and started to lean in. You took a step back from him and pulled down the mask. "I don't kiss guys whose face I can't see."

ೃ⁀➷ Esteban was stunned. He had more confidence talking to you as spider-man, not as Esteban. But he gave it a shot anyway. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He held his breath waiting for rejection. What he got instead was a kiss on the cheek and a date

ೃ⁀➷ The date wasn't anything grand but he did his best. Lights hanging over a table and two chairs. Some of your favourite fast food and a beautiful view. You got to know each other more while before it was just surface level. Favourite movies, hobbies, childhoods and so on

ೃ⁀➷ At the end of the night as he was about to say goodbye, you grabbed his chin and pulled him closer to you. Your lips connected. "See you tomorrow, spider-man." He stood there, frozen. You knew! Well, of course. You knew. He felt like he was on top of the world

Thanks for reading!

[lorarri]

★ . . . ESTEBAN OCON

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' . ࣪. ׅ ✶ table of content ! ✶ . . ࣪ ׅ. '

☆ social media

☆ imagine

☆ moodboard

[a-disturbing-self-reflection]

🏁 Winner, winner, chicken dinner - EO31

SUMMARY: Social media au, y/n is an f1 driver for porsche. 2 best friends finally get a clue. PAIRING: Esteban ocon x fem!reader

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Proud of porsche 🖤

Sorry to end silly season before it begins, but here's to another year!

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Estebanocon how long did that take you to think of?

↳ Y/N13 dont...

↳ User1 not him exposing her like that 💀

User2 yesss! Our queen is slaying staying

PorscheF1 We'd want no one else! 🔥💛

↳ alex_albon do I mean nothing to you?

↳ Y/N13 I love you Porsche admin 😍😍

↳ PorscheF1 😳

↳ Estebanocon stop flirting with the poor admin

↳ landnorris jealous? 🤨

↳ User5 ok Grandpa, lets get you into bed

User3 Can't wait to watch next weeks gp

User4 I'm taking time off work to watch next weeks grand prix! Cant wait to see you smash it, Hungary here i come!!

User5 She's such a porsche girly, I'm living for it

User6 I dont want, I NEED that jacket

↳ User5 ikr, its GORGEOUS

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon I don't know what to write I'm lost for words we just won the Hungarian @ f1GrandPrix i will forever remember this moment!!🔥 Thank you to @ alpinef1team, without them I would not have made it, and what a drive by the legend himself @ fernandoalo_oficial he's part of this too

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alpinef1team 🔥🔥

↳ User6 alpine fr love their fire emojis

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

Y/N13 King of long captions and king of the podium!

↳ Estebanocon let me celebrate in peace

↳ User5 Mum help, they're flirting again

↳ User7 you are delulu

User8 You only got that win cause of Fernando clown 🤡

User9 💩

User10 Not the toxic Fernando fan boys in the comments 💀

fernandoalo_oficial Congrats 😁👍

↳ Estebanocon next win is yours 😉

Y/N13 added to her story!

Y/N13 Estie my bestie, we party like no others.

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landonorris I was there too you know

Y/N13 🥱

landonorris Of course you're only focused on him

Y/N13 whats that supposed to mean?

landonorris nothinggggg ;)

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lando.jpg Podium pals 😎

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User11 She looks like a godess... And they're... there.

Y/N13 Did Estie dirty there lmao

↳ lando.jpg Estie? interesting

↳ User5 HA he's so us

User6 lando got those moves 🕺

Estebanocon It was a great night to end a great day

mclaren looking good Lando! 🔥

charles_leclerc This is charles erasure

↳ lando.jpg Next time dont DNF then 🤷‍♂️

↳ User15 He didnt 💀

User14 Ocon embracing the squirrel

F1gossip

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F1gossip seems it's not just lando norris who got tired during the Belgian GP! Y/n L/n and Esteban Ocon caught snuggling up during the red flag

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User5 INTERESTING

User15 They're childhood friends, obviously they're comfy with eachother

↳ User16 Let us L/nOcon shippers live in delusion ok

User17 When is it my tuuuurn

User18 why is no one talking about how cute lando looks

User19 Lando in the liiiikes??

↳ User20 He's the #1 f1 gossiper, of course he's in the likes

Y/N13

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Y/N13 And thats how you celebrate P2

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User16 Who's the person you're playing uno with?

↳ landonorris Ocon obviously

↳ User1 More importantly who won

↳ User3 As if Y/n would ever let a man beat her

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↳ User8 She did in the race today

↳ User5 You did NOT, thats FOUL

Estebanocon I'm not accepting this slander, I beat her

↳ Y/N13 LIES

maxverstappen1 Congrats on P2, offended you didn't come out partying with us

↳ Y/N13 But merlin...

↳ User15 She's so real for choosing to watch her fave show instead of going out partying

PorscheF1 p1 here we come! 🏆🔥

↳ User21 why do all admins love the fire emoji?

↳ PorscheF1 🔥

↳ mclaren 🔥

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

landonorris You watched merlin WITHOUT ME???

↳ Y/N13 sucks to suck ig

↳ landonorris :(

User6 Her celebrating her podium with him instead of the rest of the grid 😚

↳ User10 It's so cute

↳ User22 I dont get it, are they dating

↳ landonorris not yet

↳ User5 He ships it harder than us i swear

User23 Soft launch?

↳ User24 They're BEST FRIENDS, this is not a soft launch 😭

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Happy birthday Estie bestie, 15 in a caravan turned to 25 in an f1 car so quick 🖤

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Estebanocon I hate you

↳ Y/N13 you love meeee

↳ landnorris Just kiss already pls

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↳ User5 Ayo?

User17 The media team did NOT see this one looool

User5 Bestie, the last pic I-

User23 I love it when me and my bestfriend cuddle all platonic style, jokingly flirt and have date nights... girl who you fooling?

User18 He's so baby girl

User15 They're in love

↳ User24 You're delusional (I believe you)

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Winner winner chicken dinner, what more can I say?

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User5 How about explaining that kiss!!??!?!

PorscheF1 Could not be prouder.

User25 Girl, WHAT does that mean?

landonorris Next step, first ever joint championship 😎

↳ Y/N13 in your dreams buddy

↳ landonorris i dont deserve this

Estebanocon We only know how to win

charles_leclerc Best person to share a podium with

↳ maxverstappen1 What am i?

↳ charles_leclerc a pain

F1gossip

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F1gossip Passionate displays from Y/n after her first Grand prix win, rushing off the podium to kiss childhood friend Esteban Ocon. Does this reveal a secret side to their relationship? Or was it a heat of the moment decision?

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User5 WE WON

User24 The pining is overrrr

User22 Y/n and Esteban finally getting together WAS on my 2021 bingo card!

↳ User26 Be honest, how many years has it been on there?

↳ User22 ....

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon the spider to my man

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Y/N13 you think you're smooth

↳ Estebanocon the smoothest

Y/N13 finally get to say i love youuuuuuu (in a non platonic way!!)

↳ Estebanocon I'll help you reach any apple you want

↳ User20 everyday i wake up knowing ill never have this

User6 I have to know, @ landonorris how much of this was you?

↳ landonorris at least 60%

↳ User14 Only 60?

↳ landonorris the pining was crazy

Y/N13

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Y/N13 finally got a clue

Estebanocon only took 20 years

[alearicci]

“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

warnings: pregnancy, the birth of the first child, a lot of emotions and reflections, comfort, tears

note: the second part is already in the profile. im crying. I really love estie and this theme of story. expect a lot of stories about family daily 🥹

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Every cell of his being wanted to be near his wife y/n, to meet their newborn daughter Amelie, who entered this world while he was racing.

With the festive champagne still sparkling on his racing suit, Esteban wasted no time. He hurriedly headed to the hospital, his mind consumed by a mixture of joy, anticipation and an insatiable desire to hug his daughter for the first time.

Already sitting in his car, Esteban started it and hurriedly taxied the sports car onto the main road. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel, he involuntarily thought about everything that was happening.

He's been dreaming about his daughter all his life. Not even about my son, although he also dreamed of him, but about my daughter. Vowing to be the best father he could be, he felt a huge determination to give her everything she deserved— love, support and opportunities that he may have missed out on as a child.

Memories of his own childhood came flooding back to him, when financial difficulties sometimes loomed over his head. To fulfill his dream, his parents had to sacrifice too much. The realization that he could now give his daughter the life he could only dream of lit a fire in him.

With every ounce of his being, Esteban promised himself that his daughter would never experience the difficulties he faced in his childhood. He will work tirelessly to secure her future, ensuring that she will be surrounded by the comfort, stability and resources necessary to realize her dreams.

I wonder what her dream will be?

But it wasn't just about material goods. He was fully aware that it is possible to be a great father regardless of financial capabilities. He sought to build a deep emotional connection with his daughter, to be close to her in every possible way. His thoughts wandered over the precious moments they would share, from bedtime stories to teaching her how to ride a bike, from cheering her on at school plays to being her unwavering support in difficult moments.

It was a pain in the heart that they would have to part often because of Ocon's career. As soon as this thought popped into his head, Esteban bit his lower lip and tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Now we need to think not about this, but about how their first meeting will happen.

As he sped along the road, the roar of the engine mixed with the stream of thoughts that dominated his head. "Amelie," he whispered to himself, savoring the sound of her name coming off his tongue. Chords of pride and overwhelming love began to intertwine in his thoughts, mixing with the responsibilities and dreams that lay ahead of him as a father.

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace as he anxiously made his way through the crowded streets to the maternity hospital. The roar of the crowd and the impetuous atmosphere of the circuit were replaced by a serene calm that engulfed his thoughts. With each passing milestone on the way, his heart was filled with expectation.

Every red light, every turn and every passing car only fueled Esteban's impatience. He couldn't wait to hug y/n to soothe her with a gentle hug after a long wait. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, overflowing with love for the woman who stood by his side no matter what.

Finally reaching the hospital, Esteban hastily parked the car and rushed to the entrance. Nurses and doctors in smocks and masks greeted him with understanding smiles, recognizing the famous Formula 1 racer. However, at that moment he was just a nervous father-to-be.

Finally the moment has come. Esteban entered the hospital room, his gaze immediately stopped on y/n. He caught his breath when he saw her, her face shining with a mixture of fatigue and pure happiness. Their eyes met, conveying a deep message of love and gratitude that could not be expressed in any words.

Esteban distinctly felt moisture begin to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. He laughed faintly and covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to show his weakness to his beloved wife.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

"Come to me, my love"

Ocon obediently walked over and sat down on a chair next to y/n's bed. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Esteban sniffed and put his hand on hers.

"We did it, l'amour de ma vie. (love of my life)"

"No, you did it, y/n. She's everything we could ever dream of, honey. I can't believe how lucky we are to have her in our lives. I'm so proud of you, my love. You brought our beautiful girl into this world."

Esteban smiled tenderly and leaned towards his wife to leave a light kiss on her lips. He didn't want to disturb her and decided that he would have time to kiss her properly a little later.

"I'm going to cry, Estie."

This intimate and personal moment was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Mr. Ocon, good evening. Your baby is strong and healthy, the nurse can bring her here or you can go to her. Do you want to see her?"

"Yes, Doc, a thousand times yes."

"Let the baby be brought here," y/n said softly. "I want to see them."

"Okay, then wait a bit."

The doctor left and in just a few seconds a nurse entered the room with a baby in a special transparent box.

"Will you take her in your arms?"

Esteban exhaled loudly and did not dare to look at his child. He was both ready and not ready to face this little miracle.

"If possible."

"Of course. Take off your T-shirt, it will be an important ritual in forming your bond. Hold it, just be careful."

"Of course," Esteban replied and took the baby in his arms.

She was light. Like a feather.

His heart seemed about to pop out of his chest.

The sight of her delicate, delicate features on her face filled him with awe and a sense of deep responsibility. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized the incredible privilege granted to him — fatherhood.

His hands were shaking as he pulled her to him. When her tiny gentle warmth touched his skin, a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. In that infinitesimal moment, he felt an indissoluble bond forming, forever binding his heart to the heart of his daughter. He admired her innocence, her beautiful soul and the amazing mixture of herself and y/n that lay before him.

"Welcome to this wonderful world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter.

He gently cradled the newborn Amelie in his strong but gentle arms. With a soft smile on his face, he leaned a little closer and whispered to her in a soothing voice, trying not to disturb her sleep and peace.

"You are already loved more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of awe and joy.

Ocon couldn't help but admire the miracle of life and the incredible journey that his daughter was going to have. He spoke softly, sharing his hopes, dreams and aspirations for her.

"I want you to know that you can become anyone. You already have my mom's strength, determination and talent to cope with any challenge that gets in your way," he muttered with unshakable faith in his voice.

He continued to share his love and admiration, his words were filled with warmth and encouragement.

"You see, my little one, life will be filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures, but always remember that I am here for you. I will be your guiding star, your greatest support, ready to cherish every moment with you," he whispered, his voice laced with unwavering commitment.

Speaking to her, Okon could already imagine how many adventures they were going to have together. From race tracks to family gatherings and ordinary, everyday moments, he promised to be present at every stage of her life.

"And whenever the world makes you feel depressed or insecure, just know that you can always find comfort in my arms. I will hold you, comfort you and remind you of what a great girl you are," he shared, his voice filled with unconditional fatherly love.

With a gentle and loving touch, Formula 1 driver Esteban Ocon cradled his newborn daughter Amelie in his strong arms. The dimly lit room became a serene backdrop for this precious moment, when Esteban quietly whispered to his tiny bundle of joy.

"Welcome to this world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter. Looking into her eyes, he wondered what adventures awaited them.

"You are the most precious gift, Amelie. I promise to protect you, guide you and love you with all my heart," Esteban continued a little louder than a whisper. He knew the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, but he was determined to be the best father and role model for his little girl.

Esteban gently stroked Amelie's delicate cheek, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. He admired her tiny features and the perfect harmony she seemed to embody. At that moment, time stopped when he was overwhelmed by a wave of overwhelming love.

"Tu fais partie de moi, Amélie, et je fais partie de toi (You are a part of me, Amelie, and I am a part of you)," Esteban whispered, a mixture of excitement and a sense of responsibility in his voice. He was thinking about the legacy he wanted to pass on to his daughter—a legacy of perseverance, dedication and striving for a dream.

As Esteban continued to cradle his daughter, he whispered secrets about the world they would explore together, ranging from the breakneck speed of the race track to the tranquility of nature. He talked about the different cultures they would encounter, the lessons they would learn, and the memories they would create.

"You see, mon petit ange (my little angel), life is an incredible journey, and I will be by your side every step of the way," Esteban whispered, his voice a mixture of unshakable determination and deep love. He imagined the two of them overcoming difficulties, supporting each other and celebrating victories, both big and small.

While Amelie was peacefully dozing in his arms, Esteban Ocon's adoration for his daughter grew immeasurably. In that quiet moment, he knew that this bond they shared would be unbreakable.

With a final whisper, he whispered, "Amelie, my precious, you are my world, and I will love you forever."

With every whispered word, Ocon created a connection that would last a lifetime. He knew that Amelie would grow up to be as strong, resilient and determined as her father.

In that precious moment when he cradled his precious daughter and shared his heartfelt feelings, Esteban Ocon became a beacon of love, inspiration and support for his beloved Amelie.

In this hospital room, surrounded by the love of his wife and the newfound joy of his daughter's presence, Esteban realized that winning the race was just a chapter in a much grander adventure. The real victory lay in this precious family, now united by a common love that will last for their entire lives.

Cradling Amelie in his arms, Esteban Ocon felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought him to this unusual moment. The upcoming path of a loving husband and devoted father promised countless victories, trials and unceasing love.

Esteban had forgotten that in addition to him and his daughter, there was a nurse and his wife in the room. When his gaze fell on them, the nurse was sitting on the edge of the patient's bed and handing her paper handkerchiefs with which she wiped her tears.

Looking at them, Ocon couldn't help smiling and gently, barely perceptibly, kissed his treasure on the forehead.

crying part two?

[f1letters]

paris | eo31

"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours"

summary: maybe their family and friends didn't understand all the secrecy of their relationship, but why risk ruining what they had when they lived happier than ever inside of their own bubble?

warning: the absolute fluffiest fluff ever, secret relationship, platonic!reader x mick schumacher, brief mention of alcohol, no big warnings - just here for the ✨vibes✨

pairing: esteban ocon x reader

word count: 3.2k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon trésor = my treasure; mon amour = my love; je t'aime tellement = i love you so much

omg?! cat posting a HAPPY FLUFFY STORY?! yes yes yes, I know everyone, but after last week I think you guys deserved a little sweet, lovey-dovey story haha! what can I say? I love estie bestie haha! I hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! (but it's actually 1:30 AM and I have to wake up in like... 5 hours! haha)

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"Your ex-friend's sister

Met someone at a club and he kissed her

Turns out, it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago

Some wannabe Z-lister

And all the outfits were terrible

2003 unbearable

Did you see the photos?"

No, I didn't, but thanks, though

Paris is unquestionably a city for lovers, said Mary McAuliffe.

And it is indeed the city for all lovers. The romantic lovers, head over heels in love with each other. The soon-to-be lovers, so shy and so scared to reveal their feelings. The inseparable lovers, so consumed by their adoration that they can't seem to keep their hands away from each other. The secret lovers, lost in between discreet touches and memories built in confidence.

Paris is the one place where your heart seems to beat even faster, where your eyes seem to glow a little more, where your head seems to be completely and utterly focused on the idea of love.

Y/N and Esteban were no exception to the rule.

No matter how many times the couple visited the French capital, the two seemed to become magnets, unable to let go of each other, whenever they went to the city of love.

The young woman was combing her long hair in front of the large mirror in the hotel bathroom, towel around her wet body, after taking a shower. 

With her eyes locked on her reflection, Y/N didn't even notice her boyfriend's tall frame walk through the door until the driver wrapped his arms around her waist from behind while resting his chin on top of her head.

She smiled at him through the mirror and Esteban responded by placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

It was amazing how he managed to have the same effect on her since the first day they met two years ago.

It was her best friend's birthday and a bunch of people were gathered at his house, ready to sing happy birthday to the boy. Everyone was taking their seats around the table, Y/N opting to stay tucked away in the corner of the room as she wasn't a big fan of people in general.

"You're Y/N, right?" A familiar face asked her, as he leaned against the wall next to the girl.

"Yes, that's me." Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks flush as she looked at the Frenchman, immediately feeling an attraction to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are..." She laughed nervously.

"Esteban, I'm a friend of Mick's." The driver introduced himself, extending a hand for the young woman to shake, with a smirk on his face. "I saw you here and recognized you from the pictures. He constantly talks about 'his best friend Y/N' and I had to approach you."

The two stayed there, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds, smiling from ear to ear, until they heard the other guests start singing. They turned towards their German friend, but, in reality, the two maintained their focus on each other, keeping their gaze on each other from the corner of their eyes.

After Esteban expressed his interest in Schumacher's best friend and after much insistence on his part that he had good intentions, Mick ended up giving in and began to arrange more outings involving his two best friends.

Months passed, with Esteban always persistent in trying to build a stronger bond with the girl in the hopes of asking her out one day, but Y/N got ahead of him and she took the first step.

"Este?" She got the driver's attention, as the two of them fell behind the rest of the group on top of the snowy mountain.

"Yes, trésor?" Esteban answered, looking in her direction, the nickname rolling off his tongue as usual.

"What if we had dinner this week?" The girl suggested, a confident smile plastered on her face.

"You mean..." The man hesitated nervously, thinking he might be misunderstanding things.

"A date, yes. Me and you. This Saturday night. My place." The girl explained, reaching her gloved hand into the boy's coat pocket, where she managed to grab his.

Esteban couldn't help but think to himself: my God, I'm falling for this girl already.

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

Things between them evolved quickly, and the two simply became obsessed with each other overnight.

However, Esteban's fame scared Y/N a bit, as she had experienced a lot of the attention that came with accompanying Formula 1's blonde prince to his races and witnessed first-hand some of the hatred that other drivers' girlfriends, that she got to know over the years, got.

And that's why the couple decided to keep their relationship private between them and the people closest to them, even though many of them didn't understand all the secrecy.

No one knew but their friends and family. Even on the driver's team, no one knew who she was in specific, although there were some rumours and speculation due to the noticeable chemistry between the two of them and their occasional escapades to his driver's room when they thought nobody was looking.

The same can be said about the fans. Y/N was a familiar figure in the paddock, especially to Haas' fans as she was a usual member of the German driver's entourage over the years. But that didn't kill their curiosity about who she was, and what connection she had both to Mick and to other drivers with whom she was seen around the circuits.

But the couple couldn't care less. They were happy. The happiest they've ever been.

Esteban gently smoothed his girlfriend's hair away from her neck and placed a romantic kiss on it, making her giggle as he tickled her with his beard.

"Hurry up, mon amour." He told her, continuing to caress her as he spoke. "We have to go. Paris awaits us."

Stumbled down pretend alleyways

Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne

I was taken by the view

The girl dressed quickly, without much effort, keeping her outfit comfortable and discreet: some black sweatpants of her own, an army green hoodie stolen from her boyfriend, a winter Nike jacket on top and a black beanie on her head.

Her partner's look mirrored her own, both opting to blend in with the crowd as just two normal lovers in the city of love. There was no fame, no attention, and no fans.

"You look so cute in my clothes, mon trésor." Esteban complimented the girl, pulling her beanie down further, playfully covering her eyes with it. Y/N slapped his hand away from her face, adjusting herself to the new one, while the Frenchman laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful, as always."

Her little heart warmed with her boyfriend's words. He never went a day without making her feel like the most special person in the world, even when she was standing in front of him in sweats, with messy wet hair, and no makeup at all.

"Shall we? I thought you said Paris was waiting for us." Y/N joked, recalling her boyfriend's words. "Enough compliments, let's go, babe."

The girl's fingers intertwined with his and Y/N pulled the driver towards the room's exit as she walked backwards towards it.

Like we were in Paris

Like we were somewhere else

Like we were in Paris, oh

We were somewhere else

After leaving the hotel, the couple stumbled down an alleyway, hand in hand, hidden from the rest of the world, but always with happy smiles on their faces.

Y/N told him all about the latest gossip at her work, the new music she discovered on her Spotify, and her most embarrassing teenage stories with Mick.

And Esteban just listened. His favourite sound was her voice, especially when she told him the smallest details of her routine in an attempt to make him not feel left out due to the distance between them most of the time.

At that moment, they walked through the crowd and not a soul cared who they were. They were just... them. A couple in love among hundreds of others.

A few minutes later, they found a small, empty restaurant and when they saw an older couple dancing in the centre of the room, they decided to stick around, assuming they were the owners and would probably not recognize the driver.

The two entered, smiling at the couple, and sat at the booth in the most reserved corner of the room, picking up the menus to decide what to eat.

The night continued in the best possible way. The food was delicious, the restaurant remained just for the two of them and the old couple continued to sway gently to the French music blaring from the radio, making Y/N, the ultimate hopeless romantic, smile with her eyes half tearing up as she lay her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Y/N and Esteban didn't have a care in the world, since Paris always managed to keep their romance just theirs.

Privacy sign on the door

And on my page and on the whole world

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Levitate above all the messes made

Sit quiet by my side in the shade

And not the kind that's thrown

I mean, the kind under where a tree has grown

After finishing their dinner and paying for their meal, the couple left the small establishment and decided to return to the comfort of their hotel room, which was not far away.

The young woman's hand found its home again in the hold of her boyfriend's hand. The girl's gaze sparkled as she studied every detail of the street they passed: the lights, the shop windows, the people, and the flowers on the balconies.

Meanwhile, Esteban couldn't help looking at her as if she had his whole world in her hands. No matter how much time passed, he was so madly in love with her that he almost felt like he might stop breathing at any second.

The driver pulled her closer to him, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and let out a sigh at the feel of her body touching his. "Je t'aime tellement, mon amour." He said almost instinctively.

Y/N looked at him, with the most sincere and genuine smile, ready to return the driver's declaration of love when the two were interrupted by an unexpected intruder.

"Hey, you!" Upon hearing this, the two immediately moved away, fearing that their cover had been revealed, and the girl continued to walk forward alone while Esteban paid attention to the small boy who approached him. "You're Esteban Ocon, aren't you? You're my favourite driver ever!"

Clearly, little Louis - as he introduced himself before he enthusiastically told his idol all about the races he'd seen - hadn't been up to speed with the latest gossip from the world of Formula 1 and the couple had overreacted, but they were both used to react like this in the rare instances when Ocon was recognized during their secret dates.

Y/N started to slow her pace when she discreetly looked back and saw her boyfriend bending down to take a picture with his fan. 

In a matter of seconds, Esteban took the place beside her and the two continued on their way to the hotel, although now there was some distance between them.

It was difficult at times, they admitted. Especially for a couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. But they knew their sacrifice was for the greater good, so they could have the privacy they valued so much.

Almost as if they were communicating telepathically, the two looked at each other simultaneously, though no words were spoken, and Esteban gave her a half smile, making her body relax with the comfort it conveyed to her.

The date might have ended, but the night was still young: it didn't matter where they were because, as long as they were together, they were having the time of their lives.

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

As Y/N walked into their hotel room and started to take off her coat, Esteban gave her a smirk and placed the privacy sign on the outside door handle.

"Now it's just you and me at last, mon trésor." The boy said, approaching his girlfriend and giving her a peck on the top of her pink lips.

The two removed the outfits they were wearing and changed into more comfortable clothes, prepared to continue their night just enjoying each other's company. Esteban put on his pyjamas, and Y/N put on hers, which basically consisted of a pair of dark blue shorts and an Alpine t-shirt from the previous season obviously stolen from her boyfriend's closet.

The girl walked over to the room's mini fridge and took out a bottle of cheap wine that she had bought for them.

"Just pretend it's champagne, Este." She joked as she poured two tall glasses for the two of them to drink from. "Not all of us can be Formula 1 drivers, I'm just an accountant."

The two brought their lips to their drinks, feeling the pleasant taste of alcohol spread through their mouths. Y/N walked over to the window on her side, where she could see the view of the Eiffel Tower, and Esteban wrapped his arms around her, placing his large hands on her stomach and resting his chin on top of her shoulder.

The Tower shone like the brightest star in the sky, hence why Paris was known as the city of lights, and the two maintained the comfortable silence that settled in the room, both taken by the view.

Stumbled down pretend alleyways

Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne

I was taken by the view

Tired, Esteban sat down on the edge of the wide double bed, pulling his girlfriend with him. The two giggled while the Frenchman lay down against the headboard and the girl took the place on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his lap.

Y/N took her hands to his neck, letting her fingers intertwine in his hair, and her mouth joined his in a serene kiss, full of love, comfort and peace. 

The connection between the two was simply inexplicable and completely out of this world.

The young woman took the place beside him, removing herself from the top of it and lying down on the mattress, with her head now on his shoulder. Both were looking at their cell phones: Esteban looking for the results of the football matches that had taken place that day, and Y/N checking her Instagram feed without much attention.

Until the girl's phone alerted her to a new message and, after reading it, she fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving her boyfriend more confused than ever.

"Mon amour, are you alright?" His voice revealed the smile plastered on his face.

"You won't believe what Mick sent me." Y/N moved her cell phone so that Esteban could read what was sent by the German.

From: Micky

Have you seen the news? Apparently, we are dating AGAIN! 🙄😂

Attached was an image that contained a particular comment left on the last photo posted by Mick, where you could see the two friends in the middle of a snowball fight.

'@f1fan: Mick and Y/N are FOR SURE together, they've been dating for years!! You have to be blind to not see it! 👀'

"Oh my God, are you cheating on me with Mick of all people?!" Esteban pretended to be hurt, with his hand over his heart as if she had broken it. "I expected better from you, Y/N."

The two simply laughed at the rumours, thinking to themselves how comical it was that people were so certain about her supposed love affair with her best friend when she was lying in the same bed as a completely different driver from the grid, who was, in fact, the one who truly owned her heart.

Like we were in Paris, oh

Like we were somewhere else

Like we were in Paris, oh

We were somewhere else

Y/N recalled all the times those closest to them had criticized their choice to keep their relationship a secret and couldn't help but ask about it again.

"Do you think our family is right?" Y/N asked, resting her chin on the Frenchman's chest so she could see his expression. "About how we shouldn't hide our relationship. Do you ever regret it? I mean, not telling the world about us?"

"Honestly, mon trésor," Esteban replied, pushing the hair that hid his girlfriend's face behind her ear. "As much as I would love to scream until my lungs give out that I am the luckiest man alive and that the sexiest girl on this planet is mine, nothing would make me change our relationship."

"So no, I don't regret it." He continued, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Mon amour, we are in Paris. No one here to judge us, or to try to tear us apart. Just you and me against the world, come what may."

I wanna brainwash you

Into loving me forever

I wanna transport you

To somewhere the culture's clever

Confess my truth

In swooping, sloping, cursive letters

Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight

In my mind

"You know," Y/N pulled her body closer to his, circling his neck with her arms and leaning fully on the driver's torso. "I swear I just want to brainwash you into loving me forever sometimes."

"I think I should be worried about those words," Esteban teased, earning a gentle pinch from the girl in return. "But to be honest, I think I'm going to love you forever either way, so no brainwashing needed."

"God, we really are corny." Y/N laughed, laying her head over the Frenchman, being able to hear every beat of his racing heart. "No wonder why Mick hates us so much."

We drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

In an alleyway, drinking champagne

A few minutes went by, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, again surrounded by the silence within those four walls that protected them from the rest of the world.

Their relationship may have seemed wrong to others, but Y/N and Esteban both knew that their love was the surest thing in their lives.

Their hidden connection completed them, made their stomachs flutter, gave them the motivation to wake up in the morning.

In the bottom of their heart and in the depth of their soul, they kept their best secret hidden from all the evil, all the jealousy and all the judgment.

And maybe they would never tell a soul in the world about their love.

But in the end, they would always have Paris.

'Cause we were in Paris

Yes, we were somewhere else

My love, we were in Paris

Yes, we were somewhere else

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ideas for fics

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Y/N x Aron Canet

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Y/N x EO31

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A Night in Paris || Esteban Ocon

Not my gif

Requested: Yes by @eo31-f1

Pairing: Esteban Ocon x Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex male and female receiving, Penetrative sex female receiving

EXPLICT CONTENT, UNDER 18S DO NOT INTERACT

After meeting Esteban Ocon whilst on holiday in France he shows you he isnt the shy quiet boy everybody thinks he is.

It was your second night in France, you and your best friend had been exploring Paris all weekend, she was born and raised here and knew all the best places to go, the quiet cafe's, the most beautiful photo spots. "Let's go take some photos by the Eiffel Tower" she smiled at you, dragging you along the streets.  You got there in no time and set up your tripod, you were no instagram model but you knew how to take a good photo, you posed away with your best friend collecting photos of your trip together.

She stopped suddenly, just staring off into the distance. "Are you okay Chloe?" you asked stopping to look at her. "oh.my.god" she muttered out discreetly pointing at a bench just across the way. You followed your gaze to see a man sat by himself, he was tall, even sitting down you could tell he was tall,  his dark features etched themselves in your brain, beautiful brown eyes, short dark hair and the cutest toothy grin you had ever seen. "damn, he's hot" you giggled. "You don't know who he is?" Chloe gasped back at you, you shook your head continuing checking out the handsome stranger. "That's Esteban Ocon, you know the Formula 1 driver" you still stood with a clueless look on your face. "He's one of my favourite drivers. You had never taken an interest in sport but if this is what it had in store you might start soon. "Why don't you just go and say hi?" you said nonchalantly. "Are you kidding me?! didnt you just hear me say that that is Esteban Ocon?" she exclaimed. "don't be silly chloe, come on, ill come with you" you grabbed her arm and marched over to the man on the bench. "Hi" you said, his gaze rose from his phone up to you and chloe stood in front of him. "My friend Chloe here recognised you and wanted to say hello" you smiled down at him. "Bonjour Chloe" he waved, his eyes barely leaving yours. He stood up from the bench, towering over you and Chloe. "It's nice to meet you girls, and you are" he said placing a hand on your shoulder, "Im Y/N" you said brushing his hand off. "and what brings you to Paris?" he asked. "Well it's where I grew up and I wanted to give my best friend the best birthday present ever" Chloe babbled still in awe of Esteban. "Ah a birthday, joyeux anniversaire, how about you girls join me for dinner, my treat" he smiled down at you. Chloe quickly accepted the invitation on your behalf. Esteban led the 2 of you through the streets of paris until you came across a tiny restaurant, with checked table clothes, and flowers on the table and vines up the wall. "Ah Esteban!" the waiter exclaimed noticing you enter the room, "and you brought company" he said pointing to you. "It's my friends birthday and I thought I'd give her the best" he said giving you a lingering look. The three of you sat at the table and ordered your meal. Esteban asked you and Chloe about your life and your plans whilst you were in Paris. You couldn't help but notice Estebans demeanour towards you, the looks that lingered, his hand brushing against yours, the prolonged eye contact. There was certainly a tension growing between the two of you and it was making you shift in your seat. "So Y/N, tell me, are you single?" Esteban asked, brushing his hand along your arm. You blushed as he  stared deep into your eyes. "Erm yes. I am single" you said. "Tell me how a girl as beautiful as you is single" "I just guess I wasn't really looking" "Maybe I could take you on a date some time?" He asked. "Well maybe.." "Well guys as lovely as this is," Chloe interrupted, "the sexual tension in the room is killing me right now, so I'm going to go. I'll see you back at the hotel" Both you and Esteban blushed at her comment. "Honestly guys have fun" she said hugging you as she left. "So... sexual tension" Esteban smirked looking down at you. Your cheeks flushed red as his stare burned through your skin. "If you think there is tension we can take this back to my place" all you could do was nod, your body feeling excited about the possibilities in front of you. Esteban paid for your meal and lead you out of the restaurant and into a cab. You rode in silence, his hand resting on your thigh fingers tickling your skin. Back at the house you started to feel nervous, you had never done this before, never in your life had you meet a guy and gone back to his place the very same day. You sat on the couch with Esteban, both of you unsure of who was going to make the first move. "I won't lie, I'm a little nervous" you giggled trying to ease the tension. "No no, don't be nervous" Esteban said moving towards you, "does it make it better if I do this?" He said leaning down and kissing your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lifted you onto his lap and wrapped your legs around him, your fingers tangling into his hair. You tilted your hips, discreetly trying to feel the friction betwen your legs, Esteban noticed this and titled his hips towards yours, dragging you closer to him. You gasped as your clothed core made contact with his growing bulge. This spurred him on even more, running his fingers down your back and over your thigh, he slipped his hand up the front of your dress and gently rubbed you through your panties, your wetness soaking through and coating his fingers. You moaned quietly as he teased you through the fabric, Slipping it aside he teased your entrance with the tip of his fingers, not breaking his lips away from yours. Esteban pushed a long digit inside of you, stretching you out as he added another finger, you rocked your hips riding his fingers. You blushed as you realised how desperate you must have seemed for a man you had only just met, you stopped, trying to control yourself. Esteban noticed you stop against him and looked deep into your eyes, "are you okay amour?" He said removing his fingers from inside you. "Yes, of course" you reassured him. He swiftly moved to lying on the sofa, moving you to sitting on his chest, your knees to either side of him, he looked up at you with a glint in his eye. Your skirt still hitched up around your waist, you blushed unsure what to expect next. He wrapped his arms around you and  pulled you closer, burying his face into your crotch, he nudged your panties to one side, placing a single kiss on your pussy. You gasped at the feeling and before you could catch your breath he put his tongue to work, swirling around your clit and licking between your folds, a moan escaped your lips as Esteban gripped hold of your thighs and continued to please you, his nose nuzzling your clit as he lapped his tongue against you. Your hands in his hair, supporting your body as you were sitting on his face. The knot in your stomach growing tighter as Esteban relentlessly went down on you. You could feel your orgasm brewing as your thighs went stiff around him. "Ohmygod" you moaned out, Estebans tongue sending you spiralling into your high, he kept his lips attached to your core as your hips rocked back and forth, riding out your high. You climbed off of him and knelt in front of the couch trying to catch your breath, Esteban sat up smirking at you. You pushed his knees apart, settling between his legs, you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, slipping his already hard cock out of his pants, you stroked up and down his length teasing him with your fingers. Placing his tip in your mouth, you slowly ran all the way down his cock, it was painfully slow for Esteban a groan tumbling from his lips as he pushed his hips towards you, desperately trying to feel more of you. You licked the underside of him as you lifted your head back up, he laced his fingers into your hair gripping tightly. He guided your head back and forth using your hair as leverage. You moaned on his cock, sending vibrations down his length. Esteban moaned loudly, his hips bucking into your mouth. He pulled your head back and you onto your feet, standing up and towered over you, kissing you passionately. He spun you around and bent you over the arm of his couch, his fingertips pummelling against your ass as he slipping two fingers from his other hand inside you, pumping them back and forth. "You still want to do this?" He asked. You hummed in response nodding your head. Esteban grabbed hold of your hips, pulling them to his, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside, you moaned loudly as you felt his long stiff cock stretch out your walls. He slowly thrust in and out of you, getting a little harder with every one, he reached for your shoulder pulling your back against he chest and holding you close peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders. Estebans grunts and moans in your ear were turning you on even more, he was so gentle yet he was hitting all the right places. He was quickly building up a rhythm, his hips moving faster now, you could feel your walls tightening around him your orgasm nearing. You pushed your hips back into him, keeping his cock deep inside you. You were moaning out loudy, spurring him on spurring him on for now. "Oh Y/N" he moaned, his knuckles turning white from gripping on so hard. Those two words were enough to send you over the edge, you're entire body like a rag doll  as he kept thrusting into you, prolonging your orgasm. "Oh fuck" he groaned, thrusting harder into you for a few final moves as he finished inside you. He dropped onto the couch, exhausted  from his evening with you. You climbed on next to him, pulling your dress back over your ass. Esteban extended his arm out, wrapping it around your shoulders and kissing your cheek gently. "Please let me take you out sometime whilst you are still in Paris" he smiled down at you. "Of course" you grinned back, cuddling up to him and resting your head on his chest.

[cheriladycl01]

Podcast of our life - Esteban Ocon x ChineseOlympicFootballer! Reader

Plot: You have won Olympic Medals, play Football in the Chinese Women’s Team but also are in the Premier League playing for Chelsea Football Club… you are a worldwide legend. So what’s the story of how you met your French F1 driving boyfriend!

“Tonight we have a very special guest, one of the most iconic athletes of her time and known world wide it’s Y/N Y/L/N” the interviewer says as you come into the platform in a gorgeous blue dress, you look out into the crowd spying Esteban your boyfriend.

“Hello hello! 你好” you say politely bowing to the crowd with your hands together and then shaking hands with the interviewer.

“Woah you just look incredible tonight Y/N don’t you think so ladies and gentlemen?” She asks smiling into the crowd cheers and wolf whistles heard throughout the crowd making you smile and laugh happy to have fans in the building with you.

“So Y/N let’s first talk about just how incredible your achievements have been. You stared out as playing for a local team in China before ending up on their national team playing in the FIFA Women’s World Cup as one of their youngest players, coming third in your first year and winning the championship with your team in your second, before competing in the Olympics on that football team only 2 years later, and bringing home gold for you team. And now your in your second year of playing for Chelsea FC! How do you feel after all this?” She asks and you smile a little.

“Tired” you announce and a chorus of laughs are heard through the studio.

“Ah yes, i can imagine with all the travelling” she grins and you nod.

“No honestly I’m so thankful and grateful for everything that all of my friends family and fans have all helped me along in my career and how much I’ve achieved in such a short period of time. I want to continue improving and making everyone proud so it doesn’t just end here!” You grin, you were always so thankful for everyone around you that made your career what it was.

“Yeah I think most athletes we interview always talk about the incredible support system they have around them that gives them that mental drive and motivation to do better! What in your opinion gives you your biggest motivation before games and when things get that little bit more tough?” She asks and once again you smile.

“Yeah it’s a mix honestly as much as I love my family and friends they have their own lives and can’t always be there, some of my darkest caverns were ones that I pulled myself out of but mostly the fans and my family that help me when it comes to wanting to do my very best” you admit and the crowd awes at your reasoning.

“Ah yes, your very close with your dad specifically aren’t you. He’s the reason you got into football in the first place” she smiles.

“Yeah I mean he is my inspiration when it comes to football and how I do! He took me to my first game and taught me how to kick a ball! I just can’t imagine I’d be where I am without him helping me! But yeah, when he’s not around motivation is hard” you tell her.

“So other than motivation I can imagine it being a huge struggle like you said with handle closest to you not being there all the time. Especially your athlete boyfriend Esteban Ocon who folks is in the room with us today” she says and the camera breaks to pan over to him in the crowd. “Who travels around the world to 24 different global locations how - how does that even work with you both so busy?” She pries but you don’t mind as you and Esteban were genuinely quite open with your relationship.

“We make it work, any chance I can go to a race i go no matter how tired or jet lagged I am I still go and he will do as much as he can to come to my matches … you know that’s actually how we met at a football match” you grin reminiscing about the time you met him.

“Dad come on, we should get to the stadium!” You exclaimed exited to finally go to a PSG game while you guys were in Paris.

“Come on we’ve got loads of time, the game doesn’t start for an hour” he chuckles as you try pull on his hand, looking more like a toddler than a 21 year old.

“But the tour, I don’t want to miss it! Please can we get there now?” You ask with a face that you knew your father couldn’t say no too.

“Fine let’s go!” He sighs with a teasing smile, you guys walk towards the stadium, once you get there a few people who were football fans notice you and politely ask for signatures and pictures.

More and more people come over, questioning whether you’ll be going to the game. You are answering most questions until a new gaggle of people were ahead, and it looked like a similar situation people thrusting paper into a man’s hands who was wearing sunglasses despite the cloudy Parisian afternoon.

People who were talking to you took quick notice of the man ahead, and people with him started to take notice of you until the two groups sort of merged into one until you were back to back signing stuff with the random man.

Eventually security came and managed to get the two of you away from the crowds to keep everything moving on quickly.

“Hello!” You’d smiled at the man and he nodded and smiled back.

“You er ever had that before?” You ask and he pushed his sunglasses up finally to get a good look at you.

“Yeah, pretty often actually” he laughs.

“What, er what do you do?” You’d asked shyly not knowing who he was.

“I’m a formula one driver? And your that new hot shot footballer right?” He asked narrowing his eyes.

“And yeah, we watched the game together and the rest is history. He is without a doubt the love of my life!” You grinned looking out to him and his radiant smile.

y/user

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y/user: Everything in life is blue 💙🦋🈳 Another season with my amazing girls in Chelsea and another year in Alpine for Este 👌🏼🫶🏼

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fan1: best footballer period 🥰

estebanocon: so proud of you! Amazing season! You are my star ⭐️

-> y/user: I’m proud of everything you’ve done too despite the tough year! I love you 💙

lj10: Cant wait for this season! Gonna smash it again 🤞🏻but why would you use that picture of me 🥲

-> y/user: HELL YEAH! Come on you blues 🦋💙

fan2: COME ON YOU BLUES 🫶🏼

chelseafcw: so excited to have you on the team for another year 💙

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Celebrating our two year date at the place we first met @ psg :) Paris really is the city of love ❤️

[cheriladycl01]

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“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31 || part 2

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: part 1: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

part 2: Esteban became a father and enjoys all the delights of fatherhood.

theme: social media au, parents, family, soft, comfort, esteban ocon supremacy

note: esteban as a father >>> 💔 I look forward to your comments if you want to continue like this <3

estebanocon

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estebanocon I can't believe it. I... became a father. I am the father of the most wonderful girl in the world.

Amélie Isabelle y/n ocon, I swear that I will be the best father I can be for you. I swear.

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ynocon I'm crying, Esteban

pierregasly Congratulations, Esteban! I can't wait to meet her with little Amélie! 🥳👶🎉

kellypiquet welcome to the club of sleepless nights and endless love ❤️

lewishamilton44 Esteban, congratulations on becoming a dad! I wish you and Amelie love, laughter and unforgettable adventures for life. enjoy the special moments and appreciate the wonderful bond you will share. being a father is the greatest gift. ❤️👨‍

ynandestuebestiefan I CAN'T BELIEVE IT OUR ESTIE HAS BECOME A DAD😭😭

estebanoconfan he will be the best dad in the world 🥹

→ ynocon he's already the best dad in the world

pierregasly

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pierregasly baby Amélie very very cute little one. definitely cuter than his father 😂 thanks to the Ocon family for their hospitality, look forward to visiting again soon

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estebanocon pierre you are so bad, you cut me right in the heart.

francisca.cgomez sooo pretty

→ pierrefan when will you and Pierre have children??

→ pierregasly next question

→ francisca.cgomez next question pls

alpinef1team the second photo is just amazing. but the first one is a work of art

→ estebanocon @ynocon you and I have not yet been called art

→ ynocon babeee 😂😂

estiebestiefan OMG AMÈLIE IS SOOO PRETTY

ynismylove Amélie looks so much like little y/n 🥹

→ ynstan hmm, but I think she looks more like a little Esteban

thefamilyoconslife

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thefamilyoconslife I think I lost my phone somewhere. nobody saw him?

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oconswife hahaaha amélie you're gorgeous, how did you manage to steal your dad's phone?

→ estebanoconswife i love her too 💔

→ estiebestieswife yeah she's very cute

→ estebanswife very very cute

→ ynocon wtf actually I'm Ocon's wife 🤨

user1 little phone thief

charles_leclerc 🔥

user2 wait, how did Esteban post this post?

→ estebanocon it was a fierce battle not for life, but for cookies

user3 lmao who is Est looking for?

ynocon

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ynocon and the best father of the year award goes to... my husband Esteban Ocon!!! 🏆🥳🎉

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oconswife Ann so funny highlighted MY in the text 😂

kellypiquet hahaha the best

estebanocon oh no y/n, why did you post this without asking me?💔

→ user1 poor estie bestie 🤕

→ ynocon hey hey hey honey calm down, i love you so much and it shows what connection you have with our baby 💓

user2 i want to be that kid, esteban and y/n are the best parents 😭😭

→ user3 SAME GIRL.

ynocon

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ynocon go daddy go

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estebanocon oh my gosh

estebanocon my girls

estebanocon my №1 fans

alpinef1team go esteban go 🏎️🏎️

pierregasly go estie go

user1 go estie bestie go

user2 naaah... GO ESTEBAN JOSÉ JEAN-PIERRE OCON-KHELFANE GO

→ user1 wtf

→ user3 wtf

→ estebanocon oh shit. okay