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[lxndonorris]

happy suits you - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Fluff you join Esteban during post-season testing x word count: 1830+ taglist: @game-set-canet @cloud-55 open for requests :)

The 2024 F1 season has been a whirlwind. The races, the travel, the highs and lows—it was all a blur now.

For Esteban Ocon, your boyfriend, this year has ended with an unexpected twist. He had been driving for Alpine, but things hadn't gone as planned. Tensions within the team and a string of unlucky races had left him disheartened. The last few months had been tough, but now, a new chapter awaits him.

Haas F1 Team has come calling, offering him a fresh start for the 2025 season. Esteban signed the contract just a few weeks ago, and now he is getting his first chance to test their car during post-season testing in Abu Dhabi.

You are in his motorhome, seated on the couch with a cup of coffee in your hands, watching him get ready. His excitement is palpable. Esteban was usually calm and composed, but today, he is practically buzzing.

Your eyes are fixed on him as he pulls the crisp, new Haas racing suit from its hanger. The colors—white, black, and red—suit him perfectly, a bold statement of the fresh chapter he is beginning.

You watched him put on a racing suit countless times before, but today, something is different. 

He seems different.

Esteban seems lighter, more excited, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. There is an energy about him, an eagerness that makes the room feel brighter.

As he slips one leg into the suit, then the other, you can't help but admire the way the fabric clings to him. He smoothes it over his thighs with one hand, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His fingers linger, brushing along the material as if he is savoring the feel of something new, something promising.

You smirk, watching him from across the room, amused at how lost in thought he seems. His gaze is distant, but there is a faint glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Sliding his arms into the sleeves, Esteban adjusts the fit of the snug suit around his shoulders. He gives the fabric along his chest a quick tug, a faint squeeze, smoothing it out before letting his hand drift over the Nomex shirt beneath.

His movements are almost subconscious, a quiet moment of appreciating how it all feels—how right it feels.

He catches you staring then, his lips curving into a sheepish smile. 

"What?" he asks, his voice warm and playful.

"Nothing," you reply, leaning back with a grin. "You just seem... different. Happier."

His smile softens, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression before he zips up the suit in one smooth motion.

"I feel different," he admits, running his hands down the front of the suit one last time. "It's good, though; it feels good."

You smile, enjoying the sight of him standing there, all suited up.

"So," he said, turning to face you with a boyish grin, his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, "how do I look?"

He strikes a mock superhero pose, radiating confidence. 

You can't help but giggle, the sound filling the cozy space of the motorhome.

"You look amazing," you reply, your voice soft but genuine. "Happy suits you."

Esteban chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. 

"Happy, huh?" 

He extends a hand toward you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You set your coffee down on the small table and place your hand in his. He pulls you to your feet with a gentle yet firm tug, his other arm sliding around your waist as you stumble forward. Your hands instinctively land on his chest, steadying yourself.

"Careful," he murmurs, his voice dropping into a softer tone. He leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that is both tender and electrifying. His cologne, a mix of woodsy and citrusy notes, envelopes you, grounding you in the moment.

You melt into his embrace, your arms winding around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His hands rest lightly on your waist, holding you close but not too tightly. It is one of those moments where time seems to stop, where the world outside the motorhome doesn't exist.

As you part from the kiss, your hands linger on his chest, fingers tracing the smooth fabric of his new racing suit. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch, and the warmth radiating from him makes you smile.

Esteban lets out a soft hum, closing his eyes briefly as if savoring the moment.

"You're dangerous, you know," he murmurs playfully, his voice tinged with affection.

"Dangerous?" You tease, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"

"You make it hard for me to leave now," he says, his boyish grin returning as his hands rest gently on your waist.

You chuckle, leaning up to kiss his cheek before stepping back slightly, though your hands still linger on his chest.

"Mind me taking a few pictures? Of you, in your new suit," you ask, your tone light and teasing. "Just for me."

He raises an eyebrow, feigning suspicion.

"Just for you?"

"Just for me," you repeat with a smirk.

Esteban laughs, the sound filling the small space with warmth. 

"Alright," he agrees, stepping back and adjusting his stance. He stands tall, chest puffed out and his hands on his hips, striking a dramatic pose.

"How's this?"

You laugh, reaching for your phone. 

"Perfect. Don't move."

As you snap a few photos, he shifts into different poses—some serious, others utterly ridiculous, making you laugh so hard you have to steady yourself against the table.

"Alright, one more," you say, trying to keep your voice steady through your laughter. "Something genuine this time."

Esteban relaxes, his smile softening into something more natural. He looks directly at you, his dark eyes warm and full of love. You capture the moment, knowing you will cherish it forever.

"Happy now?" he asks, stepping toward you.

"Very," you reply, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulls you close again. "But I think I'll need more pictures later. You know, for the collection."

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Whatever you want, mon amour. Anything for you."

Esteban pulls you closer again, his strong arms encircling your waist as if he can't bear to let you go. His warmth is intoxicating, his scent and presence wrapping around you like a blanket. 

Your hands slide to the zipper of his racing suit, slowly pulling it down just enough to slip your hand inside.

Your fingers brush against the smooth, fireproof Nomex shirt beneath, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric. His chest is firm, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your palm. 

You trace slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way his muscles shift under your touch.

He exhales softly, leaning into the moment, his eyes fluttering shut. A faint hum of contentment escapes his lips, the sound sending a wave of warmth through you.

And then, the sharp trill of his phone alarm breaks the spell.

His eyes open, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face as he sighs.

"Time to go," he murmurs, reluctant to move.

You step back, your fingers lingering on him for just a moment longer before letting go. 

As he adjusts his suit, zipping it back with a practiced motion, you grab his Haas cap from the counter nearby. 

With a mischievous grin, you plop it onto your head and tilt it at an angle.

Esteban glances over and chuckles, nodding approvingly.

"Looking good," he says, his voice full of warmth as he steps toward you again.

He reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. You lean into his touch, your heart swelling at the look in his eyes.

"Happy suits you so well," you say softly again, letting your hand slide into his hair, the dark strands silky beneath your fingers. From there, you trail your touch down his face, your fingertips grazing the roughness of his stubble.

"I missed your smile," you add, your voice barely above a whisper.

His cheeks flush a soft pink, the color blooming across his skin as you remove the cap from your head and place it onto his. You adjust it carefully, letting your fingers linger just a moment longer.

He grins, his boyish charm shining through.

"I don't deserve you," he says, his tone light but laced with sincerity.

"You deserve so much more," you reply without hesitation, straightening the brim of his cap.

His gaze softens, and for a moment, the bustling world outside the motorhome feels distant. But the sound of voices and movement outside reminds you both that the day's responsibilities can't wait much longer.

Together, you exit the motorhome.

You walk hand in hand toward the Haas garage, the soft buzz of the paddock growing louder with every step. The air is thick with the distinct scent of fuel, rubber, and anticipation. 

Esteban seems to come alive as you enter the space, his presence commanding yet easygoing.

His new team is already smitten with him. He laughs and jokes with the mechanics, playfully jabbing at one of them for a comment about his height and sharing a chuckle with his race engineer over the new car's quirks.

Watching him like this—confident, relaxed, and truly himself—brings a smile to your face.

You linger at the edge of the garage, soaking it all in. 

This is his world, his element, and it is a privilege to witness. 

Your eyes meet across the space as he tugs on his gloves, his face glowing with excitement. Your chest warms with pride; this is the Esteban you love—passionate, driven, and utterly captivating.

As he finishes adjusting his gloves, he strides over to you, his expression softening into something more intimate. Without hesitation, he takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"Ready?" you ask, though you already know the answer.

"Always," he replies, his voice steady.

You let your free hand glide across his chest one last time, feeling the reassuring firmness beneath the suit.

"Show them what you've got," you say, your voice filled with quiet encouragement.

His eyes sparkle, and he leans in to kiss your temple, the gesture tender and grounding.

"For you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

And then he pulls away, heading toward the car with a newfound determination. You watch as he slips on his balaclava, the snug fabric framing his face before he reaches for his helmet. 

He gives you a quick glance and a subtle nod before putting it on, the visor snapping into place.

With practiced precision, Esteban climbs into the car, his movements fluid and sure. The crew bustles around him, making last-minute checks as the engine roars to life. 

You stay rooted in place, watching as he adjusts himself in the cockpit, his focus laser-sharp.

And then, with one last look my way, he is off, the car rolling down the pit lane and out onto the track.

[pucksandpower]

Could’ve Had It All

Pierre Gasly x social media manager!Reader

Summary: Pierre Gasly has taken a lot from Esteban Ocon over the years … but losing you to him before Esteban ever even really had a chance to have you hurts the most

Based on this request (I wasn’t going to post this yet, but with the news that came out earlier some angst felt fitting)

Esteban makes his way down the narrow hallway of the Alpine motorhome, his heart pounding in his chest. This is it — he’s finally going to confess his feelings for you. He’s had a crush on you for years, ever since you started working with the team. Your sharp wit, radiant smile, and passion for the sport have captivated him from day one.

As he approaches your office door, he hears a strange noise coming from inside. It sounds like ... moaning? Esteban freezes, his brow furrowing in confusion. What’s going on in there? Against his better judgment, he reaches for the door handle and pushes the door open without knocking.

The sight that greets him makes his heart stop. There you are, pressed up against the wall, your fingers tangled in Pierre Gasly’s messy waves as he trails heated kisses down your neck.

Pierre, his teammate ... his rival ...

“What the hell?” Esteban blurts out before he can stop himself.

You and Pierre break apart instantly, faces flushed with embarrassment and ... something else. Desire? Esteban feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

“Estie!” You exclaim, hastily smoothing down your rumpled clothing. “I ... we ...”

“You two are ...” Esteban can barely get the words out, his mouth suddenly dry.

Pierre straightens up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. There’s a defiant glint in his eyes as he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, we are.”

Esteban’s world comes crashing down around him. All this time, he’d been harboring these feelings for you, dreaming of the day he might finally work up the courage to tell you how he felt. And now, to discover that you’re already taken ... and by his own teammate, no less.

“How long has this been going on?” He demands, his voice thick with emotion.

You bite your lip, unable to meet his gaze. “A few months.”

“A few months?” Esteban can’t believe what he’s hearing. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“It’s not like that, Esteban,” Pierre interjects, his tone stern. “We didn’t mean for this to happen, it just ... did.”

“Sure, mate. Whatever you say.” Esteban shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t bear to look at the two of you, so intimately entwined. It’s like a knife twisting in his heart.

“Estie, please ...” you begin, taking a step towards him. But he holds up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice strained. “Just ... don’t.”

With that, he turns on his heel and storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him. He needs to get out of here, needs to clear his head before he does or says something he’ll regret.

As he stalks through the paddock, Esteban’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal ... they all swirl together in a toxic mix that threatens to overwhelm him. How could you do this to him? And with Pierre, of all people?

He finds himself wandering aimlessly, his feet carrying him to the Alpine garage without conscious thought. Maybe some mindless work will help take his mind off this mess, at least for a little while.

But as he approaches the garage, he hears a familiar voice calling out to him.

“Esteban! There you are.”

It’s Pierre, jogging to catch up with him. Esteban grits his teeth, steeling himself for the confrontation he knows is coming.

“What do you want?” He snaps, turning to face his teammate.

Pierre holds up his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in. But you have to understand, what’s happening between me and Y/N ... it’s real, yeah? It’s not just some fling.”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit,” Esteban scoffs. “You’re sleeping with the social media manager, Pierre. How do you think that looks for the team?”

“It’s not just about sex,” Pierre insists, his brow furrowing. “I really care about her. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time.”

Esteban laughs bitterly. “Right, and I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe what you want,” Pierre retorts, his jaw tightening. “But don’t act like you’re some victim in all this. We both know how you feel about her.”

Esteban tenses, hating how transparent his feelings for you have apparently been. “That’s got nothing to do with this.”

“Doesn’t it?” Pierre challenges. “Face it, you’re jealous. You’ve had your eye on her for ages, and now that she’s with me, you can’t handle it.”

“You’re delusional,” Esteban spits, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

Pierre shakes his head, looking almost ... pitying? “Keep telling yourself that, mate. But the truth is, you had your chance with her. And you blew it.”

Those words hit Esteban like a physical blow. Because deep down, he knows Pierre is right. He had been too cowardly, too afraid of ruining your professional relationship to ever make a move.

And now, it’s too late.

“Just ... leave me alone, Pierre,” Esteban mutters, turning away. He can’t bear to look at his teammate’s smug face a second longer.

As he retreats into the garage, Esteban feels a profound sense of loss settle over him. He’s lost you, the woman he’s been pining after for years, to his own teammate and rival. How is he supposed to move on from that? How is he supposed to work alongside you and Pierre every day, knowing what he knows?

The rest of the race weekend passes by in a blur of forced smiles and awkward silences. Esteban does his best to avoid the two of you, throwing himself into his work as a distraction. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t escape the ache in his heart whenever he sees you both together.

Finally, as the chequered flag waves and the race comes to an end, Esteban allows himself a moment of respite. He sinks down onto a crate in the garage, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his heartbreak threatens to crush him.

“Estie?”

Your soft voice cuts through the chaos around him, and he tenses. Of course you would seek him out now, when he’s at his most vulnerable. He lifts his head, meeting your concerned gaze.

“What do you want?” He asks, his voice dull and lifeless.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I ... I just wanted to talk to you. About what happened.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Esteban shrugs, feigning indifference. “You’re with Pierre now. End of story.”

“It’s not that simple,” you protest, taking a step closer. “You’re one of my closest friends. I never wanted to hurt you.”

He laughs humorlessly. “Well, you did a bang-up job of that, didn’t you?”

You flinch at his harsh words, and Esteban immediately feels a pang of regret. This isn’t your fault, not really. You can’t help how you feel, just like he can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, your eyes shining with unshed tears. “I never meant for any of this to happen. But ... Pierre makes me happy. In a way I haven’t felt in a long time.”

Esteban’s throat tightens at your words. Of course Pierre makes you happy. Stupidly handsome, charming Pierre with his easy smiles and effortless charisma. How could Esteban ever hope to compete with that?

“I’m glad he makes you happy,” Esteban manages to choke out, even as the words feel like shards of glass in his throat. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Your face softens, and you reach out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “You’ll find someone, Estie. Someone who makes you just as happy as Pierre makes me. I know it.”

Esteban wants to believe you, he really does. But in this moment, with his heart shattered into a million pieces, it’s hard to envision a future where he’s anything but hopelessly alone.

Still, he manages a weak smile for your sake. “Yeah, maybe someday.”

You return the smile, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. “I should go find Pierre.”

The words are like a knife to Esteban’s battered heart, but he bites back the anguished retort that rises to his lips. This is your choice, your happiness. As much as it destroys him, he has to respect that.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

With one last lingering look, you turn and make your way across the garage, disappearing into the crowd. Esteban watches you go, mourning the future he had allowed himself to dream of — a future where you were his and his alone.

But that future is gone now before it ever had a chance to even take root. All that’s left is an aching emptiness where his heart used to be. Esteban closes his eyes, drawing in a shuddering breath as a single tear trails down his cheek.

It’s over. The woman he loves is lost to him forever. And for the first time in his life, Esteban has no idea how to move forward from here. All he can do is pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart, and hope that one day, somehow, they’ll mend.

[lewisvinga]

my mj | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; esteban just wants no way home spoilers from his very own mj

fc; zendaya

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername: estie you ask me this everyday and my answer is still NO😊

estebanocon: why do u hate ur bf sm 😢

yourusername: i’m not gonna spoil the entire movie for u….

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username: if i was dating THE y/n i’d also be begging for spoilers 😭

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yourusername: kikaaa🥹🫶

pierregasly: kika wants to know the ending! how about sharing??😁😁

yourusername: give pierre his phone back, esteban!

pierregasly: dammit - esteban

username:the hair, the dress, MISS Y/N ALWAYS SERVESSSS😫😫

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yourusername: i love youuu💞

estebanocon: liar you don’t love me

yourusername: i’m not spoiling no way home🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

estebanocon: you’re dating a guy w a love for spiderman and you refuse to spoil it for him??💔

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mickschumacher: yourusername he’s trying to steal my phone again

yourusername: esteban….

estebanocon: stop lying on my name in front of the bad bitches (y/n) mickschumacher

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿mafia au - esteban ocon ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

he met you on a cold night in decemeber. the poor thing at the crosswalk, shivering like a leaf. that coat you wore was not enough to keep you warm. someone must've lied to you about how cold it got in paris during this time of year. one degree celsius was still cold if you didn't wear the right coat.. maybe a hat would help too. so he took off his before the light changed and handed it to you. you looked at him curiously before he gestured for you to take it. you smiled, thanks him and put it on your head. the hat felt expensive, but before you could try and give it back, he was walking briskly across the street with his hands in his jacket. esteban didn't understand why he did that, but in that moment seeing something so sweet turned off all rationally in his brain. he'd have to be careful, he couldn't let too many people get into his head. he assumed he'd never see you again after he bought another hat for the weather, but that was until he found you walking the streets late into the evening. you noticed him and waved like you were friends before you raced over to him.

while he wouldn't accept the hat back, but he'd accept your phone number.

esteban remembered the first time he got to sink his cock into you. it was the night after he told you about his lifestyle. you looked scared at first, but told him in a brave voice that you cared for him. and if he was in the mafia then you'd simply have to be part of his world. that was when he knew he had to have you. to feel your soft curves under his palms, to be close to the woman that accepted him. that even his rotten core could be loved, his massive secret. he took his time with you, to be given such a gift should be taken apart with time and care. tenderness was not something he was afforded. his fingers dragged across your slick cunt, his nose in your hair. his digits sank into your pussy as he marveled at the feeling of it. you were unlike any other woman he had ever been with. how was someone like you not already married? how did you not have a husband or boyfriend? as he fingered you, he recalled your first date where you begged him not to take you to that expensive restaurant but instead the smaller chinese place two blocks over. you looked like you were about to cry, you couldn't have him pay that much for a meal.

he remembered after your dinner at the chinese restaurant, you went home with leftovers for lunch the next day. as if esteban was more than happy to pay your grocery bill for the month. but you seemed happy as could be with the containers in hand. he did drive you home when he found out you took the metro to your date. it was late, people could hurt you. the last thing esteban wanted was for you to get hurt. but now after your deceleration of wanting to stay with him despite his line of work and connections, he thought you were a much stronger woman. he managed to get two orgasms out of you before he thought you were ready to bury his cock in you. he took his time and asked if you were okay. when he got as deep as he could go, he felt excitement in his chest.

he held you delicately as he made love to you. he held you soft hips, feeling the tenderness under his palms. he admired the movement of your breasts and your soft expressions. you loved this, you loved being close to him. and it riled him up. to know that you two were a perfect fit for one another. he moved against you, he drank in the sight of you. your noises were met with his praise as the two of you moved against one another. so beautiful, so perfect for him. your pulse raced for him as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. he wasn't a rough lover despite his choice in careers. he could break a neck if he tried, but with you. he could never hurt you. even if you were such a strong woman, he couldn't harm you. you were his piece of heaven that he'd worship until the earth broke in half.

he moved against you, loving you more than he could anything else. you were what plagued his thoughts as he watched your climax once more. you clung to him tightly, lips pressed together once more. you softly admitted that no one had ever made you cum before, and esteban felt something swell in his chest as he continued to thrust. his beautiful eyes lingered across your body. the most perfect woman he had ever laid eyes on. you were a dream. the pleasure caught up to him. he could feel it fill his brain. he then pulled out to finish all over your stomach, which made you made a delicious noise that esteban promised would be seared into the back of his brain when he was without you. he admired you, marked by him across your stomach. he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek before he went to grab tissues to clean you with. he felt good in a way he hadn't felt in ages.

as he laid next to you, your head on his chest with the sheets pulled up over both of you. he kissed at the top of your head. he wondered what his next move would be. to find someone so willing of his way of life was not easy. he wondered if he should buy you something expensive. maybe that tablet pen you were looking at online or that limited edition sanrio plush that you've been tempted to splurge on but keep talking yourself out of it. you deserved affection in all its forms, and esteban was more than happy to slide his credit card across the table to get finer things.

regardless, some would consider you a mad woman for being so willing to love a member of the family that esteban was part of. to be associated so closely with danger, but as you looked up into his eyes you smiled. and esteban decided in that moment that an engagement ring needed to be ordered. <3

[whatifitis]

♡ All The Stars Aligned - EO 31 ♡

Summary: Esteban is a huge fan of yours, so when he finds out he's going to a premiere for your new movie, he nearly shits himself.

Author's note: This was based on this request and I won't lie, I had quite a bit of fun writing this. I hope y'all like it! <3

WC: 2k+ some insta posts

CW: fangirl esteban, fluff, masterminding, pierre slapping the back of estebans head :)

The planets and the stars aligned, allowing Esteban to be in the same room, at the same time as you. 

It was no secret that Esteban has had a massive crush on you, having watched everything you’ve ever been in and gone through every piece of media you’ve ever participated in - even voicing his crush for you on several occasions. Practically everyone knew of his crush on you, you’d even seen some of the things he’d say about you, flattering you and making your cheeks flush. 

When his colleague, and friend, Charles Leclerc found out he was invited to the premiere, Charles knew he had to invite Esteban, and Pierre could come along as well. 

Esteban's reaction was priceless when he found out he was going to be in the same room as you. His scream could be heard from across the paddock. Charles made sure to record his reaction to show you at some point, if he is able to make a move or two on you at the premiere. 

Esteban knew he had to make a good first impression and come up with a plan on how he would make his move. Most people played checkers, but he was playing chess. He’s gonna lay all the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominos will cascade in a line. 

Now, Esteban had a few ideas on how he could impress you, but which one will be the best route? He could either pretend he doesn’t know you and play it cool, but that would be impossible considering the whole world knows about his crush on you. 

After some deliberation with Pierre and Charles, Esteban settles on what he calls “The plan of all plans that will put all the other plans to shame”, it’s a long title and he is well aware but who cares, he’s gonna be in the same room as his celebrity crush, no one would be chill if they were in his shoes right now. 

The plan is simple really, in one of the films you starred in, you and your love interest communicated via handwritten signs on paper. Kind of like the ‘You Belong With Me’ music video by Taylor Swift. Esteban came up with the idea because it is his favorite film ever and he thought it’d be a cute way to get your attention. Now, as for what he was gonna write on said piece of paper? He had no clue. He knew he was gonna carry at least two pieces of paper, one with an initial message and another with his phone number. 

After much deliberation with himself, Esteban decided on a quote from a book he had read a long time ago. He wasn’t sure if you would understand the reference but he thought it would be cute regardless. 

Now, the amount of paper he went through, trying to make the sign look as perfect as he can, is not important information. Just know he went through hell trying to make everything perfect. 

Esteban stood back for a moment to admire his work. A white piece of paper with the words ‘No matter the weather, I want to be with you’. If this fails, Esteban will never face the world again. Ok, that’s a bit of a stretch but he would be very devastated. 

The day of the premiere, the boys were in their hotel room getting ready, watching as Esteban nearly had a mental breakdown. 

“Non, non, non, non.” Pierre and Charles hear coming from the restroom. They watch as Esteban comes racing out in only a pair of underwear, holding his dress shirt on a hanger. “I’ve steamed AND ironed this shirt and there’s still a fucking wrinkle on this fucking FUCK.” Esteban just screams. 

Sharing a look of concern with each other, Pierre and Charles walk up to their friend to see if they can get rid of the wrinkle that he supposedly can’t get rid of on his shirt. 

There’s no wrinkle, “Mate,” Pierre begins, putting a hand on Esteban’s shoulder, “There is no wrinkle. The shirt has no wrinkles.”

“Yes, it does! It’s right there.” Esteban exclaims, pointing at a wrinkle free spot on the shirt.

With a sigh, Charles takes the shirt from Esteban’s hand and tells him, “I’ll take care of the shirt, you finish getting ready. We need to be out the door in an hour.” “An hour?! Oh mon dieu. I still need to iron my pants and don’t even get me started on my hair.” Esteban says, rummaging through his suitcase, looking for god knows what. 

Charles grabs Esteban’s pants and shirt with him into the restroom to iron and/or steam them. Meanwhile Pierre did the best he could in aiding Esteban whilst having a drink or two. 

After a very chaotic hour of Hurricane Esteban, the boys were already walking out the door, making their way to the theater for the premiere. Of course, Esteban was still losing his head, asking the boys a million questions such as, “Did I bring the papers?” Oui, “Do I have my watch on?” Oui, “Do we have the correct location for the theater?” Oui, “Do we-”

“Esteban!” Pierre shouts, “Shut up before I knock you out so hard, you won’t make it to the premiere.” giving the fakest smile known to man. This very quickly got Esteban to keep quiet. 

By the time the boys arrive at the red carpet, Esteban is practically shaking in his boots. He’s scanning the crowd over and over again, listening to everything and anything to get a sign as to where you are. 

“Mate, I think we’ll know when she arrives. I think we will go deaf.” Charles reassures Esteban. 

Esteban looks at his friend and realizes, maybe he can take a breather for now. He can try and calm his nerves before your arrival. 

The boys felt so out of place and lost, they decided to stay in one spot until they found you. That plan didn’t work in their favor though, after about 5 minutes, a crew member for the premiere came up and told the boys to move so that the photographers didn’t have any obstructions in the photos. So they moved to another section of the red carpet, standing in place until they were told once again to move because some dancers would be coming by to do a performance. After being told to move about 8 times, the boys finally found a spot to settle into. 

Esteban took this as a sign that he could finally begin to calm down and relax. They have a nice, safe spot now, one where it would be easy to spot you upon your arrival. Of course, this moment of calming didn’t last long. 

As soon as the crowd of fans started screaming their lungs out, Esteban joined in as well, even though he still hadn’t caught sight of you yet. Charles and Pierre had to cover their ears, hoping they wouldn’t lose their hearing at this moment. 

Esteban had still been screaming for a minute straight before Pierre wrapped his hand around Esteban’s mouth, trying to calm him down, and keep him from embarrassing Charles and himself. Once Esteban had calmed down, he licked Pierres hand. 

“Putain de salope.” Pierre grimaced, shaking his hand as if trying to flick off the spit, “Pourquoi?”

“You were gonna embarrass me! If Y/n saw you covering my mouth with your hand, who knows what she would’ve thought?!” Esteban said, throwing his hands in the air. 

Pierre just stared blankly at Esteban, “I would’ve embarrassed you? Okay, mister. You were screaming your head off like a fucking goat. I just saved your ass.”

“Whatever, now, where is she?” Esteban stands on his toes, as if he isn’t the tallest fucker there. 

In the midst of forcing and faking smiles, your eyes met his through the crowd. 

Putain de merde, thought Esteban. You looked absolutely ethereal in person. You were adorned in a pastel, tulle dress. Pink, green, and blue layers of fabric flow down your body, your torso wrapped by a corset of lace.

He could not stop staring at you, completely enamored by you. 

In the blink of an eye, your silhouette started to make its way to him. 

Remember that plan Esteban had? The one with the pieces of paper with a quote and his phone number? Yeah, he didn’t remember. He was too starstruck to even remember his own name. 

“Hi, you’re Esteban, right? I’m Y/n.” you state. 

“I-, ye- eug- I-” is all Esteban could get out, that is until Pierre smacked the back of his head and ran off into the crowd, followed by Charles as he did not want to be left standing next to a stuttering Esteban. “Hi, yeah. My name is Esteban. How are you?”. There was no hiding his heart eyes from you. It was so painfully obvious, written all over his face. 

“I’m okay, kind of nervous, I’ll be honest. How about you? How are you finding this chaos?”

“It’s really interesting, actually. This is my first time doing something like this so I’m enjoying the show.” he says, giving you the cheesiest smile ever. It was quite cute actually. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Just before you go to continue the conversation with Esteban, you get called away by your manager, needing you to complete some interviews before heading into the theater for the screening of your new movie.

“Shit, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later though?” you ask, watching as Esteban nods his head in approval. As you pick up the skirt of your dress, turning to walk away, Esteban asks “How did you know who I was? How did you know my name?” 

Without a word, you simply wink at him and make your way to your manager across the carpet. 

Absolutely stunned, Esteban turns around to ask his friends if he just imagined that whole interaction, only to find no one around him. Where the fuck did they go?

-=+=-

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entertainmenttonight Y/n L/n stuns in new (i have no clue who created this dress, couldn’t find the creator)’s dress, as she is welcomed by a warm crowd upon her arrival at the premiere of her new movie.

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User98 Did yall see y/n and esteban ocon together? 👀

↳User04 My worlds are colliding if that’s true

↳User77 who’s esteban ocon?

↳User32 he’s a f1 driver and he currently drives for the team Alpine!

User47 Y/n could hit me with her car and i’d say thank you

-=+=-

It was nearing time for the boys to head into their assigned room in the theater to watch the film and Esteban was growing anxious by the minute. He really wanted to be seated soon so he didn’t miss a moment of the film, but he couldn’t find his dumbass friends. 

After a few minutes of calling and texting them, receiving no reply, Esteban decided to just leave the boys wherever they were and he made his way inside the theater. 

On his walk to the correct theater room, Esteban couldn’t believe his eyes. The whole time he was freaking out about finding his friends, they were by the food tables the whole time?! Eating chocolate from a fountain?!

“Hey! Where the fuck did you guys go? And why are you eating chocolate without me?” Esteban questioned, mainly upset about the chocolate. 

With a mouth full of chocolate covered snacks, Charles explained “We didn’t want to be caught in the whirlwind of awkwardness that you were exhibiting. And then we found the fountain.”

Esteban just shook his head in disbelief, the utter betrayal he was feeling at the moment. He just took one last look at them before telling them to clean up so they could go sit in their seats. 

When the boys made it to their seats, the screening was about to begin. They watched as the director of the film walked before the screen, only to realize which room they were in. They were gonna be watching the film with the cast and crew?! They all exchanged some looks of disbelief and wondered if perhaps they had walked into the wrong room. Upon inspection of their tickets, they were indeed in the correct room. But how?

After a quick Q&A with the cast and the director, the film began and through the entirety of it, Esteban was captivated. He couldn’t even pay attention to the plot and the story running in front of him. Instead, he was captivated by you, the way your features would illuminate the entire room. His eyes were glued to your figure, always waiting for the next scene that would solely focus on you - you being the only thing that he wants to see for the rest of the night. 

As soon as the film ended, the room erupted in applause and cheers for you and the cast. You and your colleagues stand and bow, thanking the audience for everything and applauding the crew members who helped the film become what it was. 

As the applause and cheers continue, you turn, scanning the room for Esteban. Once you’ve spotted him, you watch as he claps and shouts loudly with a smile plastered across his face. You take it as a chance to blow him a kiss. He all but falls to the floor, needing Pierre and Charles to catch him and hold him up. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. This man is the funniest and sweetest person you’ve known, and you can’t wait to see him afterwards. 

As everyone leaves the theater, the boys slowly walk about, listening to Esteban rave about the film and how you were so beautiful and talented and smart. He was even gushing about the moment you blew him a kiss. 

“To me! She blew a kiss to me! Can you believe that?” he asks, pointing to himself and squealing like a kid in a candy shop. 

Just as they're about to leave. Esteban feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and is surprised to find you standing there. 

“Hey, how’d you find the film?” you ask.

“I really enjoyed it. You were amazing, of course. Probably the best part of the film in my opinion. 

You softly laugh, “Quite the flatterer you are.”

“I try” Esteban shrugs, “ehm, I won’t lie. When I found out I was going to be here and that I might get a chance to meet you, I sort of came up with a plan on how I was going to impress you and such. It didn’t really go to plan, “ you both laugh, “I had this plan where I was going to hold up a piece of paper, like as a reference to one of your movies, and then I had another paper with my phone number on it, where I asked you on a date.”

“Can I see the paper?” you ask, genuinely curious as to what it says. 

You watch as Esteban reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you. As you unfold the paper, your eyes widen when you read the words. 

“Oh my god! This is a quote from my favorite book, how did you know?” you look up at him, shock and surprise drawn all over your face. 

“What? It is? I genuinely didn’t know. I wrote it cause it’s from a book I read and I thought it was cute.”

You smile at his words, pocketing the paper for yourself. 

“Well, I guess I have to be honest too. I was the one who orchestrated our first meeting.”

“Huh?” Esteban lets out, jaw dropped. 

“I’ve seen the edits and such that fans tag me in, of you talking about me. I then went down a rabbit hole of videos and stalking your instagram. I thought you were cute and funny and I really wanted to meet you. So, when I found out Charles was already invited to the premiere, I messaged him on instagram, asking if he could bring you with him. He agreed and then I had to make sure you were in the right spot for our meeting, a spot that was the most secluded on the carpet, so we could have an actual conversation. I had my team and some of the crew members keep pushing you boys to different spots of the carpet until you went to where I wanted you guys. I also had them place you in the same theater room as me for the actual preview of the movie.” you confess, feeling your face heat at the confession. What if he thought you were a freak?

“You masterminded me.” was all he said. 

“What?” you question. 

“You masterminded me. You were the one playing chess while I was playing checkers. I was supposed to be the one to mastermind you!”

The both of you stand there in silence before absolutely cackling over the fact that you both tried so hard to get the others' attention. 

The chain reaction of countermoves assessed the equation of the two of you, so you couldn't lose. 

-=+=-

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y/n such an enchanting night under the twinkling stars 🩷

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to the cast and crew who helped make all of this possible and to the fans for showing up and showing out! It was amazing meeting every single one of you and I can’t wait for you all to see the film 

You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time, because I’m a mastermind 😉

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User99 ehm, wtf is up with that last sentence?

Estebanocon was an amazing night and I’m very thankful for our meeting 😌

Charlesleclerc thank you y/n for inviting us, the film was wonderful (sorry about esteban btw)

↳User44 now charles… wdym when you apologize for esteban 🤨

Pierregasly how he pulled you, i have no clue

↳User01 WHAT?!

↳Pierregasly what 🧑‍🦯

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING AGREEABLE !!! ESTEBAN O. X FEM!READER X PIERRE G. (18+)

summary: the two alpine drivers were always thought to have been rivals. but little did people know, they’ve always had an affinity for one thing and she was something of a middle ground for them.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), blurb because i’m tryna get out of a writing slump, explicit language, double penetration, dumbification and size kink if you squint, mentions of team relationships (drivers friendships etc), french dialogue

note: “we have a french sandwich at home” the french sandwich at home:

enjoy xx

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people always assumed that the two alpine drivers were nothing but rivals within close proximity. 

they always wondered how esteban ocon and pierre gasly interacted off the track and during their meetings, and if they were on each other’s throats all the time. 

both men had scoffed when they were asked about their relationship off the track— and how they were often pit against each other. 

pierre thought that this was outrageous that he even dropped names of teams that showed lack of off-track friendships or even relationships, telling the reporter that not even his best friend charles leclerc and carlos sainz had something of a friendship away from the cameras. 

esteban and pierre’s friendship was genuine, unlike most people in the grid. even if the alpine duo would argue, they’d always find a middle ground. 

one in the form of a woman, who was stuck between two bodies as esteban and pierre fucked her whilst her lips offered nothing but silent gasps and incoherent mumbles. 

esteban’s arms hooked under her legs as he devoured her mouth sweetly, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt and making lewd noises as he did so. he hadn’t even allowed her to hook her legs around his hips, instead he lifted her as he thrusted and out of her while he stood. 

she could feel her heart beat rapidly moving, saliva sliding down her bare tits as she craved for more. 

“une fille si impatiente,” such an eager girl. esteban tutted, wiping the liquid off her lips away as he continued to bottom out inside of her. “do you like that, mon cherie?” 

“ye- yeah,” she stammered quietly, crying out when pierre thrusted inside her hole and bottomed out as well. she sunk into both of their cocks, her holes completely filled by their girth and length as she babbled, “oh, oh- fuck. ‘m so full.” 

“yes you are, bebe,” pierre growled from behind her as he and esteban began to thrust inside her. he then taunted her and nipped her ear, “si serré pour nous. est-ce que tu aimes ça? se faire baiser plein de nos bites?” so tight for us. do you like this? being fucked full of our cocks?

she wasn’t able to pick up on any words after they began to move once more, her mind going on an overdrive as the two men took over her senses and had her brain melting. her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of both of their cocks inside her holes. 

“she can’t even speak,” esteban smiled smugly when she uttered nothing but a silent scream, her eyes rolling back as esteban repeatedly hit the sensitive spot inside her pussy. “i think we fucked her too much.” he laughed with pierre. 

pierre’s hands snaked around her stomach as he murmured, “look at you, bebe. i can feel estie’s dick inside of you. so big no?”

“mm,” she cried quietly, now being lifted up and down by esteban and pierre as they increased their pace. “oh fuck! s’good. please fuck me harder, please.” 

pierre merely looked at esteban and exchanged smiles with him, eager to fuck her as she wanted. 

after all, she was someone that they could always agree on. talk about real friendship.

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015

♡   moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1 @savrose129 @maxillness

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Microfiber is no longer allowed in the house|| Esteban Ocon x autistic reader

Summary — reader hate the feeling of Microfiber so Esteban bans it from the house

Word count — 502

This was also requested on my old account I’m just reposting it

Y/N was busy tidying up the living room, humming softly as they moved a stack of books from the coffee table to the shelf. Everything was going smoothly until their hand brushed against the dreaded microfiber cloth resting on the arm of the couch. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—like tiny dry needles against their skin.

They recoiled, dropping the cloth as a shiver ran up their spine. Shaking their hand as if to rid themselves of the memory, they muttered under their breath, “Why does that feel so awful?”

Before they could process further, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. Esteban appeared in the doorway, his expression alarmed. “Mon cœur, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless, as if he’d sprinted from the other side of the house.

Y/N blinked, startled by his urgency. “Oh, nothing! I just touched that microfiber cloth, and it felt… funny.” They shuddered, rubbing their fingers against their shirt to chase away the lingering sensation.

Esteban tilted his head, concern lingering in his dark eyes. “Funny how? Did it hurt you?”

Y/N shook their head quickly, feeling their cheeks warm. “No, no, it didn’t hurt. It’s just—it’s hard to explain. It’s like… slimy plastic, but dry. I hate the texture. It’s just gross.”

For a moment, Esteban stared at them, his face unreadable. Then, to their surprise, his lips curved into a soft, understanding smile. “That’s it?”

“Hey, it’s not funny!” Y/N protested, crossing their arms as heat rose to their face.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Esteban said, stepping closer. He reached out and gently took their hand, his thumb brushing over their knuckles. “I just wasn’t expecting that to be the problem. I thought you were hurt.”

Y/N sighed, feeling both sheepish and a little touched by his reaction. “I’m fine, really. It just caught me off guard. But seriously, microfiber? Who thought that was a good idea?”

Esteban chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a wave of comfort through them. “Noted. Microfiber is officially banned from this house.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“I’m serious,” Esteban interrupted, his tone light but determined. “Anything that bothers you, I’ll handle. No microfiber, no problem.

He turned, picked up the offending cloth with two fingers as though it were toxic, and tossed it into the trash can with exaggerated care. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics.

“You’re ridiculous,” they said, but their voice was soft, filled with affection.

Esteban grinned and leaned down to press a quick kiss to their forehead. “Ridiculous, maybe. But I mean it. You shouldn’t have to deal with things you don’t like if I can help it.”

As Esteban stood there, looking entirely too proud of himself for banning a cloth, Y/N felt a swell of gratitude. It wasn’t just the big gestures that made them love him—it was these little moments, where he made them feel seen and cared for in a way no one else ever had.

[f1letters]

f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 2

✨ PART 1 here ✨

first, a big shout out to @tinydancerjj for asking me for recs and inspiring me to make a part 2 - this one is for you! 💜

since I've been away from writing for a while, I think the least I can do to thank you all for your patience and the kind way you've always treated me is to list a few more of my favourite stories for you! once again, I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability!

I honestly love doing these types of lists, so I hope you enjoy it and, like I said in part 1, please check out these amazing and talented writers!

love you all 💜 - cat

max verstappen | mv1

'the one' || @estevries

'devil on your shoulder' || @libraryofloveletters

'prove it' || @severalforraelee || 18 parts + extras

'brother in law' || @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts

'baby pink' || @tierneysodegaard || 3 parts

daniel ricciardo | dr3

'the red string of me and you' || @libraryofloveletters

'the 1' || @lxclerc

'the best man' || @monzamash

'baby steps' || @vinvantae || 26 parts

'waterloo' || @vinvantae || 15 parts

lando norris | ln4

'fwb' || @f1goat || 11 parts

'a golf swing and a trampoline' || @jamminvroomvroom || 3 parts

'that's my sister' || @paddockbunny

'inappropriate' || @xhopelesslyromanticx

'twin' || @illicitlimerence-writes

pierre gasly | pg10

'just a little bit of you heart' || @silverstonesainz

charles leclerc | cl16

'stay, at least for breakfast' || @leclsrc

'see it through' || @leclsrc

'love you goodbye' || @lxclerc

'the winner takes it all' || @silverstonesainz || 5 parts

'secrets he'll keep' || @hey-kae || 2 parts

lance stroll | ls18

'après ski' || @mignonricciardo

'daddy's biggest fan' || @libraryofloveletters

'spotter' || @goodguylance

zhou guanyu | zg24

'starstrukk' || @lovelytsunoda

esteban ocon | eo31

'not that serious' || @libraryofloveletters

lewis hamilton | lh44

'our cave, collapsing' || @lewisyellowhelmet || 2 parts

'this won't pass' || @lewisloved

mick schumacher | ms47

'disapproval' || @holllandtrash

'staying away' || @lxclerc

'too little, too late' || @silverstonesainz

'mr. nice guy' || @leclsrc

carlos sainz | cs55

'the dining room' || @silverstonesainz

'ceilings' || @silverstonesainz

'written in the book of faith' || @libraryofloveletters

'has yet to pass' || @leclsrc

'a certain romance' || @leclsrc

george russell | gr63

'peace' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'upper hand' || @jamminvroomvroom || 7 parts

multiple drivers

'she will be loved' || @boredmadamoiselle || cl16 x lh44

'does he know?' || @clxja16 || cl16 x arthur leclerc || 3 parts

'the better series' || @holllandtrash || ln4 x pg10 || 7 parts

PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜

[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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[vivwritesfics]

omg omg! good to hear. So, can you write on Este Bestie a fic where he gets jealous seeing you with another driver, probably a Ferrari boy: more preferably Carlos, how about this prompt? I would love it to have a little angst but a fluff ending.

XOXO

I don't wanna make a habit of writing for estie bestie tbh but i thought this might be fun

(The quality for the first bit is bad bc i had to screenshot from fucking instagram on my phone bc why couldn't i find these pictures anywhere else?)

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n rip ollie bearman, who will be murdered by his teammate the second he steps onto the track

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olliebearman rip me 😞💔💔👻👻👻👻

estebanocon i'm not that bad

fernandoalo_oficial 👀

danielricciardo 👀

y/n.l/n 👀

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n nyc with him 😍😍🥰🥰🥰

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estebanocon wtf

estebanocon what is this

estebanocon pick up the phone

user1 lmao he's commented three times but hasn't liked

y/n.l/n ik it's like he's obsessed w me or something

user2 typical estie bestie behaviour tbh

y/n.l/n true true

user3 soft launch?

y/n.l/n this is literally a carlos sainz fan account now

user4 also what part of this is soft

y/n.l/n ikr i'm literally hard rn

user5 i genuinely can't tell if they're dating

estebanocon they better fucking not be

carlossainz55 she treats me so good 🥰

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n ha kidding (thank you carlos for your semi willing participation in the bit)

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estebanocon now THIS is how you hard launch

y/n.l/n sporting a semi rn

estebanocon i don't like this anymore

carlossainz55 treat her right, estie 😭😭😭😭😭

lance_stroll people seriously didn't know you guys were dating?

y/n.l/n to be fair, i think it was just lando

landonorris why am i catching strays

[libraryofloveletters]

The Thrill Of The Chase

Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: romantic tension, fernando being a protective uncle, elena is giving mean girl vibes in this (no hate to her I just needed a plot lmao), unspoken feelings, hidden meanings, alcohol and the consumption of, hints to infidelity, symptoms of a panic attack, google translated spanish, fernando and andrea are still together in this, lance and mick are the best duo a girl can ask for. 

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: dedicated to @oconso​ - happy birthday miss girl! <33 thank you for always being insane with me and hopefully we have many more middle of the night in sync moments lmaoooo - I hope you like this :)) also yes, I had to use your fav estie gif duhhhh

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Spanish Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

"Esteban!” you squealed, the man wrapping his arms around you when he saw you. “P12 dude,” your hand rested on his bicep, giving it a squeeze. 

“I know, could be better,” he shrugged, giving you a smile. Esteban’s hands were on your waist, his thumb passing back and forth over your side. The two of you smiled at each other in the middle of the garage without care in the world. 

It was moments like this that made you realize the feelings you held for the man but then reality sets in; the sound of the drills, the smell of the gasoline, the screaming and shouting of fans. 

You and Esteban were attached at the hip, the two of you were only two years apart in age but it made no difference, you were basically the same person. You catered to each other’s every need without realizing and everyone can seem to see it except for the two of you. 

Now despite the romance you two found yourselves in, there were a few massive obstacles in your way. 

The first big issue is the fact that your uncle, Fernando, was Esteban’s teammate. 

Despite the two of them being good friends, he warned of you to be careful around Esteban and if you two were to find yourselves together, Fernando would forbid you from coming to any more races - you were sure he was joking.

Secondly, Esteban was already in a relationship. 

His girlfriend Elena was a wonderful woman who cared about him deeply but according to Esteban, who confided in you more often than not, they had hit a bit of a rocky patch. 

There had always been a tension between you and the driver; a sort of spark that’s deniable. 

Had someone dropped a match in the garage at this, it’d go up in flames and not because of the gasoline. 

“Y/n?” Your uncle calls from his end of the garage, “let’s get a snack.” He nods towards the exit of the garage. 

You nod, taking a step back from Esteban but not before the Frenchman gives your side a playful pinch. You swatted his hand away, laughing as you walked away. Glancing over your shoulder, Esteban gives you a smile when your eyes meet his. 

Fernando reaches for your hand, interlocking fingers with you like you were 10 years old; you were certain sometimes he forgets you weren’t. 

He’d always looked out for you like you were his own, he’s been the only father figure you’ve known so you tend to give in to him when he treats you like a little kid.  Your parents separated when you were young; barely 5 years old and even before that, your father was never truly present. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything but seeing all your friends with their fathers, it hurt you to know you were missing out on that. Even as a kid you sensed it was different for you than it was for other kids. 

There was always one person you could count on, your tío Nando. 

You couldn't fully say Fernando as a child and it came out more like Nando, the name stuck to this day. 

“Tío, slow down.” You pulled your hand away from him as he practically dragged you from the garage. 

More often than not, you used the pathway behind the garages and between the hospitality buildings, a secret pathway away from the cameras and the shouting fans. 

The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Mija, you need to be careful.” 

“Of what?” You looked down, wondering if you had stepped on a wire or something. 

Fernando grabbed your hands, pulling your focus back to him. “Esteban,” he starts, giving you a warning glance. “He has a girlfriend.” 

Your brows pulled together, unsure what he meant. “I know that, what are you trying to say, tío? Escúpelo por favor.” (spit it out, please.) You huffed, not up for his hidden messages today. 

“Esteban might not realize what he's doing and clearly you don’t either otherwise you would stay away. Don’t get caught up with him, y/n. He’s gonna get you into trouble, don’t let him pull you in.” 

“We're just friends.” You remind the man. 

Fernando huffed, arms folded across his chest as he gave you a disapproving look that portrayed more of an are you serious vibe than anything else. He knew you weren’t stupid but he also remembered what it was like to be your age; falling in love happens fast.

It’s exactly what’s happening to you and he doesn't want to see you hurt. 

“Tío, I'm not stupid. I know what you mean but Estie and I?” You smiled, “just friends.” 

“Las amigas no se miran así, cariño.” (friends don't look at each other like that, sweetheart.)

You aren’t fully sure what he meant by that but the words hung over your head all afternoon, an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you tried to figure it out but eventually you called it quits. 

No need to worry yourself about that, Esteban has a girlfriend and you two were just friends. Right? 

--

French Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

P6 for tío Nando and P8 for Esteban; a good weekend for Alpine. 

Esteban was happy to be in the points for his home race, a podium would be better but he’s not complaining. He had been in a good mood all weekend, he was home and his family had joined him for all 3 days; his parents and his girlfriend, Elena. The woman was a bit skeptical of you, giving you a look every now and then but you kept your distance from Esteban. 

Fernando’s words rang in your head and you couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in your stomach. 

You’re on your uncle’s side of the garage, leaning on the wall as you watched them start to disassemble the car. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, hence why the Frenchman startled you when he placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, a smile on his face. You give him a tight lipped one in return, his brows furrow momentarily. “You alright?” He asked, his hand still on your arm. 

“Yeah,” you nod, glancing around the garage. “Congrats on P8. Massive drive, Esteban.” 

That was the cherry on top of the unusually weird cake to him; you never called him Esteban. It was always Este or Estie, even Estie Bestie but you don’t call him Esteban unless you were introducing him to someone. 

“Okay,” he says, brows furrowed so deeply you could see the creases on his forehead. 

“What’s going on? You’ve got a weird smile on your face, you’re keeping your distance, you didn’t even give me my congratulatory hug. Are you not feeling well or something?” He rattles on options to explain your weird behaviour for another minute or so before he follows your line of sight to the blonde giggling away on the other side of the garage; Elena. 

Esteban suddenly gets why you’ve been so distant towards him all weekend. 

The driver looks at you, an apologetic look on his face as if he’s done something wrong by bringing his girlfriend to his home race. You shook your head, your quiet way of telling him to stop feeling sorry. 

A change of topic comes when his phone buzzes in his hand. “Come to the club with us,” he says. 

“Who’s us?” You asked. 

“Me, Mick, Lance and Elena.” 

You hummed, not really wanting to spend the evening with Esteban and his girlfriend. 

Before you could answer, the girlfriend in question comes over to him, her chin on his left shoulder and her arm tossed over the right. “What’s up?” She asked him quietly, dismissing the fact that you were right there. 

“I invited y/n to join us tonight.” His hand rests on hers, a smile on his face. 

Elena looks at you, a look that you can’t fully make out on her face. There’s a sort of skepticism but also hatred mixed in; the nagging feeling in your stomach returns. 

“Yeah,” she nods, “it’ll be fun, you should join us.” 

“Okay,” you shrug, “maybe. I have to see if tío has plans for the evening. He was saying something about dinner with Andrea.” 

Elena scoffs, a snicker to follow it. “You’re having dinner with your uncle?” 

Your brows furrowed, looking at her unsure as to why she’s laughing. Esteban butts in before you could say anything to her, and he can’t help but notice the slight anger on your face - something only he would notice. “They’re close, babe. Just leave her alone.” He tells her, taking a step towards you and away from her. 

You can’t help the smirk on your face but you clear your throat, smiling at her and Esteban. “Even if you're going to dinner, you can come after if you're up for it? Mick is coming by later because he’s going somewhere with Seb, maybe you can get a ride with him. Text him, I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled. 

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, Fernando wrapped up with media duties and the briefing before you both met Andrea and headed back to the hotel. 

You were sat in the back, Andrea sat next to Fernando in the front. “Did you still want to do dinner, tío?” You called and he looked over at Andrea for a response. 

“We were thinking it’d be nice to do dinner.” She shifts in her seat to look back at you. “Did you have plans, amor?” 

“I mean.. sorta? They invited me to go to the club with them.” 

“Who’s they?” Fernando asks, knowing you weren’t gonna get off the hook so easily. 

It's not like you needed to give him every single detail of your life but when you ran in the same circles of Formula One drivers, there isn’t much secrecy anyways. One way or the other, he'd find out. Whether it's the photos being posted by those on the night out or the paparazzi, he'd know. 

“Esteban, Elena, Mick and Lance.” 

“Mija-” he starts but Andrea sets her hand on top of his that rested on her leg, “let her go, Fernando. She’s young, she doesn’t need to be stuck talking politics and race stats with us at dinner.” 

The car comes to a stop at the red light. Fernando looks over his girlfriend who juts her chin at him, silently telling him to give in and then he looks into the rearview mirror, right at you. 

“Just.. be careful, okay? No quiero verte lastimado.” (I don’t want to see you hurt.) 

"Si claro, gracias tío.” (yeah sure, thank you uncle.)

You reached over, resting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder. “eres la mejor, tía.” (you’re the best, auntie.) The woman laughs, resting her own hand on yours. 

--

Mick did in fact return to the hotel to drop Sebastian off, the older German held the door open for you as you walked down, meeting them by the car. He shut it after you got into the car, Mick rolling down the window. 

“You kids have fun,” Seb says, leaning down to see into the car. 

“We will,” Mick smiles, “tell Hanna and the kids I said hello.” 

“I will, be safe you two.” 

“Bye Seb!” You waved to him as Mick pulled off. 

The two of you were the first to arrive, despite showing up an hour later than they had planned. You two had a drink, settling in for a bit before they showed up. Next was Lance, whose name was attached to the booth. The 3 of you headed over there and shortly after Esteban showed up with Elena and a few of her friends. 

It was a quiet night, no drama and just fun. 

Mick was dancing with a girl from the bar and Lance had been chatting up some model he met. You knew Lance well enough to know he won’t be taking her home, he was a commitment type of guy. She was just for the night, well more like just for the club. 

You sat by the railing, watching the people squished together on the dance floor, jumping along to the beat. Someone walks over, sitting next to you.

Esteban. 

The man hands you a glass, the smell alone was enough to make your head spin. “Jesus, did you dump the whole vodka bottle in here?” 

Esteban chuckled, “I put what was left, too strong?” He looks at you, watching your face grimace as you take a sip. “I appreciate the sentiment but this is disgusting.” The two of you laughed when you set the glass down. 

“Where's your other half?” You asked, he took a sip of his water before nodding towards the other side of the booth. Elena was there with her friends, the 3 of them taking photos. 

“In the middle of a photoshoot,” he raises his brows, taking another sip of his water. 

You hum, reaching over to the table. You poured two shots out, offering one to Esteban who politely declined by shaking his head. “Don’t drink, remember?” 

“Right,” you downed the contents on one glass and set it down. “Forgot you’re a goody two shoes,” you downed the other one. 

Esteban gave you a confused look but brushed it off, laughing at your comment. “I’m not a goody two shoes.” 

You shrugged, sitting next to him and Esteban looked over at you. The two of you weren’t club people, he went out more than you did but this isn’t your scene. 

His knee nudges yours, causing you to look over at him. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“You seem.. distant? You’ve been off all weekend, y/n.” 

“Esteban-” he cuts you off with a groan, “there you go again! What is it with you and my name?” 

An exasperated look on your face, arms folded across your chest. “What do you want me to call you, Esteban ?” 

“Something other than my name, y/n.” 

“You just called me by my name.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says. 

“What for ?” You asked, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the man next to you. 

Esteban looks over at his girlfriend and then back to you again; there he goes. He needed to stop this, it was a terrible habit for him to develop. He should know there was no need for him to be apologizing for his girlfriend being there. 

He didn’t owe you anything, despite him feeling like he did. 

“Esteban-” You start but he stops you, resting a hand on top of yours. 

Your hand sandwiched between the cold leather of the seat and the warmth of his large hand, he looks at you, like really looks at you; his eyes meet yours and it's like everything around you fades away.  

“It should be you instead.” 

The words catch you off guard. You looked at Esteban, brows furrowed and a look of surprise on your face. 

You aren’t given a moment to respond or even wrap your head around it before Elena was coming over, shouting her boyfriend’s name. 

“Come take a photo with me!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat. She seems to miss the look of utter shock on your face. Elena looks around for her friends to take the photo but sees that they’ve run off to dance. 

“Here,” she passed the phone, practically forcing it into your hand. “Take it for us?” You can’t exactly say no when she’s staring you down. 

“Uh- yeah okay.” You get up, following them a few steps. 

Her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand on her hip. Elena smiled at the camera, leaning into her boyfriend and despite Esteban looking in the direction of what seems to be the camera, his eyes were fixed on you. They were burning into your skin, every passing glance left a mark that once made you feel loved but now made you feel confused and above all else, disgusting. 

How could you allow yourself to fall so in love with a man that you knew could never be yours? 

“Here you go,” you handed the phone over to her, taking a step away from them. Before Esteban gets the chance to say anything, you’re off towards the bar. 

Mick was there, the woman he was once dancing with had now vanished. “You alright?” You placed a hand on his shoulder. 

He smiles at you, nodding. “Legs hurt,” he swings them back and forth off the side of the stool. 

“I think I'm gonna head home.” 

“Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to fully face you. 

“Yeah,” you smiled, “just tired.” 

Mick knew you well enough to know something was up, he could see it from the moment he picked you up but he knew better than to dig at you. You’d speak to him when you were ready.

“Do you need a ride?” He goes to stand but you stop him. “I’ll be okay. You stay, have fun.” 

“Get back safely!” He called after you, waving as you walked out. 

The night was breezy, a welcomed change from the blazing hot sun you had been getting all weekend. You sat on the bench, waiting for your Uber to arrive and you couldn't help the sickening feeling creeping up the back of your throat. 

You swallowed the feeling as best as you could, your fingers rubbing- digging into your sternum the entire ride back to the hotel. 

By the time you get out of the elevator, your eyes are filled with tears, making it impossible to find the key you had tossed in your purse. The shots of tequila were kicking in, your head spinning and your heart pounding out of your chest as you stumbled through the hallways. A hand dragged across the hideously beige walls, ones you can’t bring yourself to pay much attention to; the sight of them alone reminds of you puking and you were nauseous enough.

The hand moves from the beige wall to the brown wooden door in front of you. 

“Y/n?” Andrea freezes in her spot when she opens the door. “Fernando!!” She pulls you into the room, her arm over your shoulders as she leads you over to the couch. 

The man looks over his shoulder, getting up when he sees his niece in tears. His hands cup your cheeks, looking at you with a display of fatherly concern - a look you hadn’t seen since your teen years. 

“Cariño, ¿qué pasó?” (sweetheart, what happened?) He asks you, moving you to sit with him as Andrea gets you a glass of water. 

“I feel so stupid,” you sniffled, leaning into your uncle. “Tío, he doesn’t even.. I mean, I don’t even know how to feel. He makes me feel so stupid.” 

Fernando rubbed your arm softly, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “You’re young, mija.. and in love.” 

“No!” You huffed, sitting up a little too quickly. 

He grabbed your arm to steady you, holding back his laughter when he saw the ‘angry’ face you’ve put on. It reminds of him when you were a little girl, you’d get upset with him for being away for too long - you had yet to understand that he needed to be away for work. When he’d show you all the fun treats and souvenirs he’d brought back for you, all was forgiven and he was back in your good graces. 

“Y/n,” he starts but you stop him.

“I'm not in love with him. I hate him.” 

Your uncle scolded you, “don’t say that! Hate is a strong word, mi amor. You're drunk, you don’t mean it.” 

“I do!” You pulled your lips together, holding back the urge to cry again. Fernando pulled you into him, rubbing your back as you broke down into tears for what felt like the millionth time since you’ve arrived. 

“I hate him.” 

-- 

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

It had been a long weekend, not just for Alpine but for the entire paddock.

Sebastian has announced his retirement from Formula One the morning of media day for the Hungarian Grand Prix which sent the media and the paddock into a frenzy. 

The biggest question that was left was who would be replacing Sebastian come the 2023 season? 

Little did anyone know, it was your tío Nando. 

It was well overdue; Esteban and Fernando had a bit of squabble during the Hungarian Grand Prix and it caused a nasty shift in the team and the way those two behaved towards each other. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and partly responsible for what happened. 

Esteban had a feeling you were upset with him and he attempted to speak to you that weekend in Hungary but you ignored him to the best of your abilities. Fernando seemed to realize that Esteban wasn’t taking the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him and he took on your battle for you. 

Fatherly intuition you could say. 

Your uncle took your detachment from his French teammate personally, so much so that he upped and left the team; now it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor. 

After the weekend in Hungary, they went into summer break aka silly season. Fernando and Aston announced that he would be joining the team and you avoided the paddock once they returned from break. 

Tío Nando begged you to come to the final race. You and your mother, along with your grandparents had joined him in Abu Dhabi. 

Now your uncle loved you like a daughter and he'd never put you in an uncomfortable position. He made sure to ask if you’d be okay with being there, given that had happened between you and Esteban. 

As much as he wanted you to be there, he'd never put you somewhere you didn’t want to be. 

You assured him you'd be fine and you were, you just avoided the Frenchman like the plague. 

The final race had ended, the media was now focused on Sebastian’s departure and everyone was trying to grab a few seconds with the man. You on the other hand, had made sure to speak to him prior to the race start as well as pop over and say hello to Hanna and the kids. 

Fernando was still at Alpine, saying his final goodbye to the team and staff, your mother and grandparents were inside, hiding from the humidity. 

You were sitting on a trolley in the corner of the garage, one of the mechanics had offered you a ride through the back of hospitality buildings on his way back from who knows where. You had hopped on and were left sitting there when he stopped the trolley to go do his job.

The man who you had been avoiding spots you, waving to you with a smile on his face. You couldn't look away fast enough and made eye contact with him but you didn’t wave back. 

It struck Esteban as odd, he wasn’t sure why you’d been avoiding him. Fernando was leaving, you could speak to him without your uncle getting upset. 

Your phone was on your lap, the screen lights up and the buzzing caught your attention, causing you to look down. 

From Estie Bestie: You’re the one thing I’m going to miss about Fernando. 

To Estie Bestie: That’s a nice way of saying you won’t miss him. 

From Estie Bestie: I won’t but I’ll miss you. 

To Estie Bestie: You shouldn’t.

From Estie Bestie: Why not? 

To Estie Bestie: For starters, you have a girlfriend. 

From Estie Bestie: Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we can’t be friends. You’re my friend, Y/n. 

To Estie Bestie: Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me, Esteban. 

You left it at that, not bothering to check if he responded. You stuck the phone in your pocket when your uncle walked over, helping you up. “Why are you on the trolley?” He asked, looking at you a bit confused.

You shrugged, smiling. “Why not?” 

The man chuckled, “¿estas bien?” (you're okay?) He asked, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

You nodded, the smile stays on your face. “Sí, claro.” (yes, of course.)

“Good,” he smiles. You tell him you’re heading outside, you wanted to see Mick before he left and Fernando says okay, letting you go without a question. Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to get out of that garage; despite the massive space, you felt like you were suffocating after the exchange with Esteban. 

You had only gotten a few steps outside the garage when someone shouts for you; “y/n! Wait up!” 

You knew the voice from the moment you heard it and yet, you looked over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to escape. 

Speak of the devil. 

You stopped, waiting for him to catch up with you. You’d think for a man that was 70% legs that he’d move a bit faster. 

Finally, he reached up to you, huffing as he caught his breath. Your brows furrowed, the judgement evident on your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that warmed your heart. 

You almost forget you’re supposed to be staying away from him. 

“What do you want, Esteban ?” 

The man rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I wanted to ask, what did you mean when you said friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me?” 

You couldn't believe his cluelessness but you stood there, “you look at me in a way that.. you shouldn’t be.” 

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning that you have a girlfriend, Esteban. You shouldn't be looking at me like that.” 

“Like what, y/n?” He pried, wanting to get to the bottom of this. 

He was getting on your nerves, you just snapped. “Like you fucking want me, Esteban! I'm sick and tired of this, we can't keep doing this. I can’t be in love with you when you don’t love me.” 

A look of relief on his face, a smile on his lips and you were confused, frozen in spot as he stepped closer to you. “Who told you I don’t love you, hm?” 

Your eyes met his. “You don’t.” 

“I do,” he sighs, “god, you have no idea how much I love you, y/n.” 

“Esteban-” “Shut up, don’t call me that.” 

You looked at the man in front of you, his hand was warm when it mets your cheek. You could see the wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles and the curve of his nose. 

It took everything in you not to reach out to him. 

“We can’t.” You whispered, the noise filled the surrounding but it felt as if it was just the two of you, not a single soul could pull you away from each other. 

Esteban leans into you, his lips ghost over yours. “We can, y/n. We can.” 

His lips met yours, and not to be dramatic, you truly felt as if this was what you were waiting for; if fireworks could pop now, they would. His free hand reaches for your lower back, pulling you flush against him and your hand rests on his jaw, not ever wanting to let go of the man. 

But alas, it was not in the cards for you two. 

You took a step back, his hand remained on your back as did your hand on his jaw. The look on your face said everything you needed to and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry-” before you can continue, he stops you. “I know.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, his own hand holding yours. 

Your hand pulls away as you take a few steps back. The man watched as you walked off, turning back once to look at him. 

You stopped for a moment and something in Esteban held out hope; hope that you'd run back to him and change your mind, that you'd figure it out together. 

But instead, you spoke the final words he'd ever hear from you. 

“Goodbye Esteban.” 

-- 

don’t kill me, you said you liked angst 🥲

taglist: @thesnailus @alwaysclassyeagle​ @lettersfromvenus​ @mehrmonga​ @callsignvenus​ @kmc1989​ @valentinehrts​ @pulpfixion @ironmaiden1313​ @candacels​

[sugakookie78]

Instagram Posts (Instagram AU)

Posts that either you or the drivers post about your relationship.

Pairing: Group 2:

Post 1: Max Verstappen x Reader

Post 2: Esteban Ocon x Reader

Post 3: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Post 4: Juan Manuel Correa x Reader

Pictures are from Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest

@/Y/N.Y/L "Ocean blue eyes looking in mine"

Tagged @/maxverstappen1

Liked by @/maxverstappen1, @/danielricciardo, and 32,587 others

maxverstappen1 "Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts"

Y/N.Y/L "You're so gorgeous"

user1 Max and Y/N are swifties? Confirmed?

danielricciardo Yes, Max especially. Ever since he learned Y/N liked her, he's been listening to all of Taylor's music

maxverstappen1 Daniel! That was supposed to be a surprise!

danielricciardo Oops... Sorry...

Y/N.Y/L Really, @/maxverstappen1?

maxverstappen1 Yeah... It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but the cat's out of the bag

@/Y/N.Y/L Photos I get when I say "Estie, smile"

Tagged @/estebanocon

Liked by @/estebanocon, @/mickschumacher, and 14,862 others

estebanocon I always smile with you! :) <3

Y/N.Y/L I love you so much!

estebanocon Love you!

user1 That is adorable!

mickschumacher Estie! :)

estebanocon Mick! :)

user2 Estie Bestie!

@/Y/N.Y/L My workout - Logi's workout - What I looked like immediately as I got home after

Tagged @/logansargeant

Liked by @/logansargeant, @/yourbestfriend, and 15,973 others

logansargeant You looked a lot cuter than I did

Y/N.Y/L Thanks, babe <3

user1 New saying? Couples who go to the gym together, stay together?

yourbestfriend Gorgeous! And I'm glad I'm not the only one who always passed out as soon as I get home

Y/N.Y/L You are too! Yeah, it happens to me all the time

user2 Logan girlies (gn) get more content!

user3 Thank you, Y/N!

@/Y/N.Y/L Dinner date to football games

Tagged @/juanmanuel

Liked by @/juanmanuel, @/yourbestfriend, and 15,972 others

juanmanuel Thank you for joining me. Love you <3

Y/N.Y/L Love you too <3

user1 That is adorable

yourbestfriend Did they win?

Y/N.Y/L Yes, they did

yourbestfriend Woo! I win!

[lxndonorris]

your own superhero - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish, Teasing Touching Appreciating how fine Esteban looks in his special racing suit x word count: 2240+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :) EN: my longest este story yet. please let me know if you liked it or what you'd love to read as well.

The Belgian Grand Prix is always one of the most thrilling races of the season, with its unpredictable weather and challenging track. This year, however, is going to be even more special.

Esteban, your boyfriend and talented Formula 1 driver, and the Alpine F1 team managed to get a special livery for their car and unique racing attire. Both are themed after the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie, with striking red and black designs that promise to turn heads.

Esteban has been buzzing with excitement about it for weeks, and now the moment finally arrived.

You are in his motorhome, which is parked amidst the bustling activity of the paddock. The air outside is filled with the hum of engines and the chatter of teams preparing for the race weekend.

Inside, it is a different world—quieter, more intimate.

Esteban insisted on keeping the new livery and suit a surprise for you. Today, he is finally going to reveal them.

"Alright, ready for the big reveal?" Esteban asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"More than ready," you reply, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

"Great! But there's a catch," he says with a mischievous grin. "I'm going to blindfold you first."

You laugh as he produces a soft, black blindfold. 

"You really want to build up the suspense, huh?"

"Absolutely. This is going to be epic," he says, his enthusiasm contagious.

Esteban gently ties the blindfold over your eyes, ensuring it is secure but comfortable. The world goes dark, heightening your other senses. You can hear the faint noises outside the motorhome, but your focus is entirely on Esteban.

"Okay, I'm going to walk you through everything as I put on my gear," he says. You hear the excitement in his voice, making your heart race with anticipation.

He starts with his fireproofs, the essential layer worn under the racing suit. "First, the fireproofs," he narrates. You hear the fabric rustling as he slips into them.

"They are snug but comfortable. Necessary for safety, you know." He lets out a soft giggle. "And just as tight as I love it."

You smile, imagining him carefully putting on each piece. His voice is light and playful, adding to the intimate atmosphere. 

"Now for the racing suit," he continues. "You're going to love this part."

There is a slight pause, and then you hear the distinct sound of fabric as he pulls on the racing suit. The noise is tantalizing, making you visualize the suit sliding over his athletic frame. 

"This suit is incredible," he says, his tone almost reverent. "The colors look amazing together."

You hear him moving, the fabric swishing as he adjusts the suit. Esteban giggles softly, a sound that sends a thrill through you. Adding to this sensation is the faint scent of his cologne now hovering through the air all around you as he moves his body.

"And now, for the grand finale—the zipper."

There is a slow, deliberate sound of the zipper being pulled up, starting from his waist and going all the way to his neck. It is a small, almost mundane sound, but in that moment, it is charged with anticipation. 

When the zipper finally reaches the top, you hear him take a step closer to you.

"Alright, are you ready?" he asks, his voice right in front of you now. You feel his presence, warm and close.

"Yes," you say, your own excitement matching his.

He reaches behind your head and gently unties the blindfold. As it falls away, your eyes need a moment to adjust to the light. Everything is blurry at first, but slowly, Esteban comes into focus. He steps back and strikes a pose, arms slightly out to the side, one leg forward.

The suit is stunning.

The red and black colors are bold and dramatic, perfectly complementing each other. The design is sleek, with accents that highlight his athletic physique. It clings to him in all the right places, emphasizing his well-formed shoulders, muscular arms, and toned legs. The helmet, resting on the table beside him, has a matching theme, completing the look.

He looks incredible.

"Well?" Esteban asks, a playful glint in his eye. "How do I look?"

You can tell he knows exactly how amazing he looks, but he wants to hear it from you. 

"You look... absolutely stunning." You say, your voice filled with admiration. "The suit is perfect. You're perfect."

You can't resist the urge any longer.

You instinctively approach Esteban, your hand reaching out to his chest. The smooth fabric of the suit feels cool under your fingertips as you trace patterns across his chest. 

Esteban hums slightly, his eyes following your hand with an intensity that makes your heart race. He looks up, meeting your gaze, his eyes filled with warmth and excitement.

"I love this surprise," you murmur, unable to hide your awe.

He smirks, the playful glint still present in his eyes. 

"I am glad you do. But there is something more waiting for you," he says, his voice a soft tease.

You feel a flush of intrigue and excitement. 

Before you can ask what he meant, he takes your hand and guides it to the zipper of his suit. 

"Why don't you unzip it? Have a better look at what's hidden beneath," he suggests, his tone teasing.

With your heart pounding, you let him lead your hand to the zipper. Together, you slowly pull it down. As the suit parts, you catch a glimpse of bright yellow beneath. Your eyes widen in surprise and delight.

"Are those...Wolverine's colors?" You ask, your voice breathless with excitement.

Esteban nods, his smirk growing wider. "You need to see them, don't you?" He teases, stepping back.

He makes a show out of it, turning his back to you as he pulls the upper half of his suit off. You see the muscles in his back flexing, the smooth, yellow fabric clinging to his form like a second skin. 

When he finally turns around, you are stunned.

The fireproofs are perfect. 

They hug his body, accentuating every line and curve of his muscles. The bright yellow contrasts beautifully with his tanned skin, and the black accents add a touch of fierceness.

When he moves, you can see his toned physique, his muscles rippling underneath; every motion a testament to his strength and athleticism.

The sight takes your breath away. 

"You look incredible," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Esteban smirks even wider, his confidence evident. He runs both of his hands unconsciously across his own chest, stroking himself in a way that is both mesmerizing and sensual.

"How do you like the fireproofs?" He asks, his voice low and teasing.

You approach him again, placing a hand on his chest. The heat of his body radiates through the fabric, making you feel a deeper connection to him. 

"You're looking so good," you say, leaning in closer.

You kiss him, feeling the softness of his lips and the slight tickle of his stubble. Your hands roam over his chest and down to his tummy, enjoying the feel of his firm muscles under the tight fabric. He responds with equal passion, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

With each deliberate stroke, your hands elicit deep, primal growls from within his throat. A sound so alluring, so raw, sending shivers down your spine.

You let go for a moment, his arms wrapped around you, his familiar scent filling your nose—intoxicating, a mixture of his natural musk and the faint, clean scent of his suit.

One of your hands travels further down his body, stroking his thighs through the thick fabric of his suit. It's slightly stretched by the excitement; the lust building up inside him, craving your touch.

The other slips underneath the shirt of his fireproofs, feeling the warmth of his skin. The contrast between the smooth fabric and the heat of his body gives you goosebumps. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, his breath hitching slightly.

Feeling even more confident, you start to stroke the bulge forming underneath his racing suit. At first, your fingers trace the outlines a few times, as he gets harder and harder. To tease him even more, you start rubbing his member with the palm of your hand.

Esteban's reaction is immediate and intense. He is getting more and more into it, his body responding to every touch, every caress as he leans his head back, eyes closed, and a low moan escapes his lips. His enjoyment is palpable, and it makes you feel even more connected to him.

You love seeing him like this—so lost in the moment, so vulnerable and open. It is a side of him that few get to see—a side that he shares only with you. The knowledge that you can elicit such a response from him fills you with a sense of power and intimacy.

Your hands continue to explore, tracing the lines of his firm muscles, feeling the heat and strength of his body. Each touch seems to deepen his moans, his body reacting to the sensation. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, as if he can't get enough.

"Esteban," you whisper, unable to resist praising him. "You're such a good boy. So strong, so passionate."

His body shudders at your words, and a deep sigh escapes his lips. You feel the impact your words have on him, how much he enjoys the praise. It is as if every compliment, every word of admiration, increases the desire he feels in this moment.

"You're so good." You continue, your hands firmly exploring his body. "I love everything about you. Especially this."

You begin playing with his hard nipples piercing through the tight fabric of the fireproofs, knowing that he is sensitive to the slightest touch.

Esteban's breathing becomes ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes are still closed, leaning into your touch, savoring the moment. He grinds his hips against your hand slowly, and you sense his body trembling slightly, the intensity of his emotions evident.

"This feels so good," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

Slowly, Esteban begins to regain his composure. His breathing steadies, and he opens his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire.

"You know how I like it," he said, his voice rough and husky. "I'm so hard right now."

As if you couldn't tell beforehand, he keeps grinding his hips against your hand. 

Licking your lips, you brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin. 

"That's because I know you," you reply, your voice tender.

"I hope nobody can tell..." He looks down at himself, checking if there is anything visible through the racing suit. "You made me wet... a little." Esteban blushes slightly but giggles.

"You're fine, babé." You smirk, stroking him one last time through his suit. "And I won't tell anyone."

He smirks deviously, raising one eyebrow. "I hope so." Esteban growls, lifting his chin for a second before he pulls you into him, and you steady yourself against his firm chest. His warmth envelopes you, grounding you in the moment. 

"We'll have to postpone... this, however," he whispers, a teasing note in his voice. "You need to see something else—the car."

Just as you separate for a second, the door to his motorhome opens, and his teammate Pierre steps inside.

Pierre is wearing the same racing suit and smirks at the sight of you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asks, his tone playful.

Both of you chuckle, and Esteban shakes his head. 

"It's all good. We're just getting ready to see the car."

Pierre smirks knowingly, his eyes scanning the two of you. There is a hint of mischief in his expression, and he bites his lips, trying his best to keep his thoughts to himself.

You approach him, smiling warmly.

"You look good, Pierre," you say, your tone genuine.

"Thanks," he replied, blushing slightly and his voice softer than usual.

Meanwhile, Esteban slips the upper half of his suit back on, zipping it up with a swift motion. He then put on a cap and grabbed his helmet. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you close.

"Ready?" he asks, his excitement palpable.

"Absolutely," you reply, feeling a renewed surge of anticipation.

Together, the three of you head out to the Alpine garage. The paddock is buzzing with activity, teams still preparing for the upcoming practice session. The air is filled with the familiar sounds and scents of a Grand Prix weekend—revving engines, the scent of tire rubber, and the hum of conversations.

As you approach the garage, you see the car, and your heart skips a beat. The livery is stunning, the red and black colors flowing seamlessly over the sleek lines of the car. The design is bold, with the Marvel-themed accents making it look both fierce and stylish.

Esteban and Pierre exchange a glance, their pride evident. 

"What do you think?" Esteban asks, his eyes shining with excitement.

"So good." You say your voice filled with genuine awe.

You spend the next few minutes admiring the car, taking in every detail, and as you stand there, Esteban keeps his arm around your waist, his presence comforting and steadying.

As the team makes the final preparations for FP1, you know that this day will be unforgettable.

[lewisvinga]

out of my league | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; no one believes that esteban ocon is dating someone, much less the y/n l/n. even through countless of soft launches, no one believes him until she finally posts him after winning a grammy

fc; karol g , mi reina , my madre , mi ídolo

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested !

masterlist !

estebanocon uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; good morning🎀] [caption 2; guess what we did today😁😁]

liked by estebanocon, francisca.cgomes, and others !

yourusername: GUESS WHO JUST WON A GRAMMY🥹💗🩵🌈 mañana será bonito [tomorrow will be beautiful] was an album i worked hard on for soo long. it was happy enough to see everyone enjoy it but winning a grammy? unbelievable 🫶🫶 huge thanks to the ones who have supported me, especially to my amazing boyfriend, esteban ocon, (yes guys we’re actually dating, i’ve just been shy for the actual hard launch) who always supports me even from miles and miles away💓💓💓 i love u and i love all the y/ners 🫶🫶

tagged; estebanocon

estebanocon: i’ve been saying for years you’re my girlfriend! you’re just out of my league 🤣

estebanocon: so proud of you, chérie, you deserve it ❤️

yourusername: estieeee 🥹i love u sm🙁🫶

username: SHES ACTUALLY DATING HIM??

username: awh she was just shy abt hard launching 🥺

username: mi reina

username: the only deserving grammy winner

username: mañana será bonito will forever be THAT album

username: no way ur actually dating a vroom vroom boy😣

username: awhhh mother y/n and estie bestie are so cute 🥹

lilymhe: so proud!!!!!! my best friend has a grammy!! liked by yourusername !

lance_stroll: congratulations! i was rooting for you! liked by yourusername !

username: now we gotta see her on the paddock, i know her fits would eat.

username: they’ve been soft launching for YEARSS and no one believed esteban i’m hollering 😭😭😭😭

username: esteban was like ‘no guys it’s true i swear’ n we didn’t believe estie bestie oops😞

username: her n esteban are soooo cute together 🙁🙁🙁

username: the way nobody believed estie bestie 😔😔 save him fr

username: mi reina con mi piloto favorito wow 😍😍😍[my queen w my fave driver]

username: MOTHER DESERVED THAT GRAMMY AND HER VROOM VROOM BOY

username: we lost a bad bitch ladies and gentlemen 🕊️🕊️

username: she’s been lost, just no one believed him😭😭

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; post grammy celebration!] [caption 2; for my estie bestie] [caption 3; my love 🥹💓☀️]

estebanocon uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; can’t believe you’re all mine, my grammy winner! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️] [caption 2; another full picture of us so you can all believe we’re dating🥸 yes she’s out of my league and yes i managed to pull her. don’t ask me how 😌]

[junkiespromise]

the eras - masterlist

Twenty two stories inspired by the lyrics from all Taylor Swift albums.

drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, fa14, cl16, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63, op81.

note/warnings: english is not my native language, so there will probably be some spellings mistakes, even though i will try to have as least as possible. Also, you can request from any of drivers above with whatever songs you want that has not been asigned to a driver, if the song is followed by three dots then you can leave a request for that song. Please read the specific warnings for each story as there will probably be some angst and some topics you may not be comfortable reading :)

PS: I will also be posting other stories and social media Au's and if you want to request for any other song for taylor or any type of Au/imagine freely do so. :)

If you want to get tagged on the next stories just leave a comment and I will do it

Teardrops on my Guitar | pg10

They had been friends for years, her always yearning for him to look at her like she did just once but he never did and she wishes that the girl he loves can adore him like she does.

Tim Mcgraw | ...

"And i was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time i woke up to find that summer gone"

Superstar | ms47 (2.4k words)

Where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.

The Way I Loved You | ... & ...

"And he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine. But i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

Enchanted | cs55

At one of those fancy parties they met, those where she had to be introduced to everybody with a shaking hand or a nod. But she left with a tingling sensation and the need to know more about him.

Back to December | dr3 (soon to be made a series)

She knew that if she could go back in time she would re do everything a do it right this time. But she can't and now she only has those memories left.

Begin Again | pg10 (2.0k words)

All the love she ever knew was one that hurted and burned but at a Parisian coffe shop on a wednesday she realized that maybe that was not all that love had to offer.

Stay, Stay, Stay | mv1 (requested)

"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me, but ypu carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing"

You Are in Love | ln4

Best friends, that's what they called each other, even with the dances and pictures in offices they still called each other that. But a drunk call on a late night might change everything.

Wildest Dreams | sv5 (requested)

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories. Follow you around"

How You Get The Girl | ln4 (requested)

After months of back and forths and unofficial relationships he finds himself infront of her house completely soaked but with the intention to work things out

Style | ...

"And when we go crushing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of time"

New Years Day | lh44 (requested)

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Gorgeous | ms47

He can't quite understand what he's done to her as she seems to despise him so much, if he only knew the reason why.

I Think He Knows | ln4 (requested)

"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive. So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark. Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

Cornelia Street | lh44 (requested)

"Windows swung right open, autumn air Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours We bless the rains on Cornelia Street Memorize the creaks in the floor"

The Lakes | sv5

When the world seems to haunt them they find themselves looking for each other on the toughest times

Mirrorball | mv1

Where he tries to do everything to please everybody but when he's with her he can be his true self.

Gold Rush | cl16

Her mind can't understand why everybody is so infatuated by the Charles Leclerc until she finds her heart fluttering when he's around and can not explain it.

Ivy | lh44

Where she finds herself in the claws of a love less relationship and even knowing it's wrong she goes to seek comfort and love in the arms of another

Midnight Rain | ...

"My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

Maroon | cs55

The rise and fall of a short but, oh, so, ardent relationship, between two strangers who one night met and became more than that.

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

[chilling-seavey]

Even Out of View (pg10, eo31)

↳ A/N I took so much creative freedom with this request from my 1.5k celebration, straying quite far from the modern-vibes song, but once I get a WW1 idea in my head, I can't say no. (Plus shoutout to my girl @starlightiing for not only submitting this request but also helping me to broaden my writing to include different interests, such as undertones of cardiophilia iykyk lolol)

↳ Inspired By: 'Beating Heart Baby' by Head Automatica

↳ Pairings: WW1!FrenchArmy!Pierre x WW1!WarCriminal!Esteban

↳ Word Count: 1824

↳ Warnings: Active historical war setting, some minor descriptions of heart related things, military crimes and their historically accurate punishments, descriptions of execution

Pierre’s footfalls echoed through the abandoned house as he ascended the rickety staircase to the second storey. His muddy boots thudded across the creaking hardwood floors with each step, his rucksack clanking ungracefully against the walls of the narrow upstairs hallway in his rush, past lived-in rooms with their furniture and once-loved belongings coated in layers of dust and gunpowder. All he could hear was his breathing, echoing in his mind, the thudding of his heart and the rush of blood loud in his ears.

He reached the door at the end of the cramped hallway in no time, the bullet holes in the wood overlooked by him in the world that had long since numbed him to the shock of war. Thrusting it open with an unattractive creak, Pierre was met by the sight of a tiny bedroom with a lanky figure sitting on the side of a single bed that was clearly built for a small child. The juxtaposition was a cruel mirth: a reminder of where they came from and the way war ripped their childhoods out of their hands far too soon.

The commotion of Pierre’s entrance had Esteban slowly turning his head to see who entered, keeping his hands folded with his forearms resting on his knees. His face stayed stagnant, pale, even when he noticed who it was. The sight of his expression sent a chill down Pierre’s spine.

“Este-” Pierre’s dry voice caught in his throat and he cleared it quickly before rushing closer, slinging his rifle from his shoulder to let it clatter to the grimy floorboards. In one smooth motion, Pierre helped himself to the side of the small bed beside his friend, his wide blue eyes dead focused on Esteban’s stone expression.

Esteban hung his head, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Esteban, how could you?” Pierre spoke as gently as he could, resting a firm hand on his forearm. He squeezed.

“Go away.” Esteban replied firmly, although his volume was quiet.

Pierre’s concerned expression faltered for a moment, eyes jumping all over Esteban’s face before he answered, “No, why would you want me to go away? In a moment like this?”

Esteban unclasped his fingers and shoved Pierre’s hand off his arm, “I am to be shot at dawn, Pierre, I don’t particularly want to sit here with you and make small talk. I want to be alone.”

Pierre swallowed thickly at his comrade’s bluntness and he turned his body to face forward too so they were sat perfectly parallel, side by side on the little bed with blue gingham sheets. Silence rested heavily on the dust coated room and the soldiers’ shoulders. Across from them, the ripped wallpaper was tacked with a few children’s drawings – or, at least the few drawings that weren’t shot to smithereens – and many of them housed colourful scribbles of stick figure men amongst red, white, and blue. Messy juvenile printing scrawled ‘Vive la France’ and ‘Pour le drapeau! Pour la victoire!’ on the parchment above the subjects.

The nationalistic phrases written proudly by the hand of a likely now deceased French child stared tauntingly back at the two of them.

Long Live France

For the Flag! For Victory!

None of this felt like they were heading towards victory.

Pierre’s shoulders sank, glancing around the abandoned bedroom of some unnamed child. They were supposed to be fighting for the children of France, for their future, for their country, and now, with the world in peril, Esteban was now to be treated as the enemy by his own people.

Despite Esteban’s firm request to be left alone, Pierre spoke up quietly, alerting him gently as if he were a grenade about to go off, “I can’t leave you. I’m your night watch.”

Esteban looked over at him again, eyebrows furrowed, words thick with angst, “Why are you my night watch?”

“I offered…I asked the Lieutenant.” Pierre answered, “I just…I needed to see you.”

He swallowed thickly, blinking back the dampness in his eyes that came with the weight of their hellish reality. He wanted to say more to him: to say that he was worried sick about him when he didn’t return to the trenches a fortnight ago, to say that when he heard he was captured by the military police and was to be tried for desertion Pierre first felt relief, to say that after such a short lifetime together he couldn’t stomach the idea of living without him…of going back out there to the battlefields without him.

But, instead, the silence spoke enough. Esteban simply nodded once.

What else was there to say when he was to be facing his execution in less than twelve hours?

If it were anyone sent to keep an eye on him over night, he was damn glad it was Pierre.

As if that thought physically pained him, Esteban rested his elbows on his knees again and hid his face in his grimy hands. His blue uniform jacket was caked in mud until it looked almost brown and the sweat and blood of the enemy that he was drenched it flattened his midnight black hair across his forehead. Pierre didn't look much better.

Pierre just stared at him like that, wanting to ask so many questions and say so many things.

“I know you don’t want anything to do with me,” Pierre stumbled out, “but, can you let me in your arms just for tonight?”

When Esteban lifted his face from his hands, his mud-stained cheeks were streaked in tears.

He nodded.

Pierre’s heart leapt in his chest at the unexpected agreement and he hurried to shuffle off his rucksack and his utility belt to drop them to the floor before Esteban could change his mind. The tiny metal bed creaked and groaned under the two grown men as they arranged themselves in a hesitant mess of uniformed limbs.

Always the braver, bolder, more assertive of the two, Esteban cuddled up under Pierre’s arm like a weak child. Branded as a coward and a traitor to his country Esteban had just wanted a break. A break from the war, the cries of agony, the death. Here, now, in this abandoned house in the French countryside, in the country they were raised in together, they finally felt a moment of peace for the first time in a long time.

Pierre’s chest shuttered through his calming inhale as he familiarized himself with their newfound position, chest to chest with Esteban, his arms wrapped around his taller comrade. He could feel his rapid heartbeat against his own, the two of them a frantic mess of anxiety and unspoken uncertainties. In a world of darkness and fear and death, the feeling of Esteban’s heartbeat was a reminder of life, of love, of hope.

The two of them kept their eyes screwed shut as if silently willing themselves to be taken back to their childhood town on the beach where summers were joyful and the air was filled with laughter and they raced each other on their bicycles down cobblestone streets. Just like those summer days, their hearts beat firmly in steady time, rapid from exertion and the good company of familiarity.

As the sun set below the horizon to the distant sound of cannons and shells and gunfire, the two men stayed tangled together on that little blue bed. Their heartrates slowed as they held each other, finding a calming rhythm against each other beat by beat. Everything was uncertain – life was uncertain – but them always finding each other? That was always certain.

“In spite of all this, I still love all of you.” Pierre breathed into the night, trying to keep his voice from shaking with subconscious awareness of what the morning would hold, “I do…and I always will.”

Esteban’s hand tightened on the back of Pierre’s matching blue uniform jacket. His heart skipped a beat.

In the morning, they were woken by the officer in charge and two assisting men. Esteban was firmly yanked out of bed by the men of his same rank, each with a stone-like grip on his biceps as they nearly dragged him down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs. Pierre barely had a chance to grab his belongings before he was rushing after them, boots pounding down the flimsy staircase and out into the damp spring morning. It was so cold he could see his panting breath.

He wanted to call out for Esteban as the men let go of him outside of the abandoned house they had slept in that night, letting him fall clumsily to his hands and knees.

“On your feet, Private.” The commanding officer ordered, standing in front of a line of eleven soldiers all armed with their rifles.

As Esteban brought himself to his feet on trembling legs, he looked over at Pierre only a yard away. The officer followed his gaze.

With a cock of his head, the officer called out to Pierre next, “Over here, Gasly, open your rifle.”

Esteban and Pierre both looked at the officer as if he were completely out of his mind.

“Sir-” Pierre started as calmly as he could muster, trying to decline the order.

“We need a dozen men, Private, don’t make me ask again.”

If he argued, he would be put up there against the wall with him, he knew. With a curt nod to his superior, Pierre joined the lineup.

He was supplied three bullets to load into his empty rifle and he loaded it with trembling fingers before clicking his weapon back into place. His red rimmed blue eyes rose to Esteban’s figure standing in front of the stone wall of the house in which they shared their last night together. Out of everyone in that lineup, Esteban’s gaze was locked solely on Pierre.

Esteban was offered a blindfold. He declined.

On the order, the firing squad raised their rifles. Twelve rifles pointed at Esteban.

Pierre had killed a lot of men since the start of the war. He had more blood on his hands than in his body, one might argue. Killing Germans was easy. But this?

Pierre could hardly hear over the ringing in his ears, the rapid thump, thump, thump of his heart enough to drown out the officer’s pitch for Esteban’s final words.

Through the deafening noise, he barely heard Esteban’s voice cutting across the misty spring dawn, words off-set from the movement of his mouth as Pierre stared at him, “I defend France with honour and glory.”

Esteban’s dark eyes never wavered from Pierre’s baby blues, staring at him right through the rifle that was pointed directly at him. He raised his hand to set over his heart, a silent reminder of the rhythm they shared so closely the night before and all those years back home. Pierre swallowed the lump in his throat.

Finally, the commanding officer gave his order, “Fire at will, gentlemen.”

Pierre shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

"You want nothing to do with me, I don't know what to do with you, Cause you don't know what you do to me. Baby is this love for real? Let me in your arms to feel The beating of your heart, baby."