#f2 masterlist

[dedeinthewild]

pepe martì x reader, intrusive thoughts

~ from hand scribbles series (tell me an oddly specific situation/state of mind and I'll rec/write a fic about it)

"Oh—uh—sorry. Intrusive thoughts."

situation : do you ever think about how sweet and gentle the other person is when trying to match your height? and how much their neck just seems so kissable?

-Dos polos, por favor.-

The sun had been scorching all day, and although the beach wasn't noisy, there were a few kids playing with a ball, slapping the waves with bright, beautiful smiles. It was a special time in Barcelona, when most of the young people had gone on vacation elsewhere, and many families had decided to go to the mountains, leaving the beach almost empty, except for a few groups who kept the music low and spent the day enjoying each other's company.

She and Pepe had spread out a towel, dropping their things on the sand, quickly removing their shirts and shorts like people who had no other worries and diving into the water, holding their breath against the cooler September ocean.

The driver had come up with the idea to go to the beach when he brought her to Barcelona for one of the last Red Bull events he had to attend. She pretended not to love it, just to see the look on his face when he realized that she had actually enjoyed it—almost like it wasn’t clear under the sun how happy she was to watch him do his thing.

-Gracias,- he looked up from his popsicle wrapper, a half-step behind her, lingering on the warm smile the man behind the counter gave her as she tried speaking in their language—with those cheeks full of lightness Pepe dreamed of and those special eyes, tickled by the rebellious, salt-sprayed hair that fell over her shoulders.

-I may be envying your accent,- he teased with a gentle smile as they walked outside, the only sounds in the air, besides the distant music and the waves, being the crinkle of plastic as they tossed their wrappers into a trash bin, squinting at the sun that was starting to set, reminding them it was time for a snack.

-It’s the worst,- she laughed, standing beside him, the breeze from the ocean tugging her hair back, revealing her soft features.

-I think it’s cute, actually,- Pepe bit into his popsicle, careful not to let the sticky tropical flavor drip down onto his chin. It was his favorite flavor, one he’d loved since he was a child.

Pepe didn’t need to look at her. He had every detail of her memorized in his brown irises, and he knew exactly what was going through her mind at that moment. She had always been one of those people who cared deeply for the people around her, who felt most fulfilled when she could spend a simple, carefree day with them—talking about a childhood she could never get back and a future so close she could almost touch it. She was one of those people who craved moments, yet missed them while they were still happening. And there she was, standing, wrapped in a sarong around her waist—something she’d been insecure about many times, but with him, it was the last thing on her mind. She stood there, breathing softly, the breeze making the light fabric of her sarong dance, while the sunlight tinted her skin just a bit too much, making her think of how much she disliked the sun, but the smell of sunscreen made her feel at home.

He’d learned to appreciate that expression on her face, and it would always be magical to him. It was like the look on your mom’s face when you tell her about something amazing you’ve done, and she’s so proud of you it shows in every line of her face. Or the expression on your older sister’s face when you tell her you helped someone, and her pride radiates from her. It was like hearing a song too many times, but it always had the same effect on him.

-Say something in Spanish,- he told her, taking another bite of his popsicle.

-Why?- she asked, eating her popsicle slowly, trying not to make a mess with it.

-Because I like it,- he smiled, looking down at the little seashells at their feet, washed up by the ocean but left unbroken.

-Eres muy molesto, Pepe,- she laughed, looking up at him from the bottom of their significant height difference, making her already sweet face even cuter.

And she couldn’t say something like that to him, expecting him not to laugh at the obvious misunderstanding of the phrase in Spanish, which could easily be interpreted in a negative way.

-Pero te encanta, ¿a que sí?- he looked at her, with one of those laughs that made you want to laugh along, fixing his gaze on hers as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She had a little popsicle drip on her lips, looking so young.

-Tal vez,- she didn’t look away, biting the inside of her cheek to hide the smirk that was creeping up from her chest as she heard how Pepe’s voice dropped when he said that.

The air smelled like salt, and seafood from the nearby restaurants started to drift through the breeze, preparing for the evening’s service, while a group of boys a little farther down from them had grabbed a guitar and were strumming it, chewing on their popsicle sticks, improvising lyrics to a song they didn’t know by heart. And at that moment, she understood why the Spaniard felt at home there, why he loved coming here when he visited Barcelona. Because this place felt like youth. Like having too many worries, yet none at all. Like knowing what the future would bring, yet having no idea at the same time.

-Dilo otra vez,- he said.

-What, ‘maybe’?- she asked, as they continued walking, playfully nudging each other with their hands and feet, stumbling a little but laughing loudly in the middle of Barcelona.

-No. Anything. Just—keep talking,- he suggested, looking at the horizon, trying to let her know that he didn’t just like hearing her try to speak in his language. He loved hearing the way she finished her sentences with a slight question in her tone, almost as if asking for his approval, and the fact that it was her speaking made it even better.

She started saying something, looking down as she tied her hair with the elastic she’d kept in the crook of her elbow, her skin still warm from the sun, her voice growing more confident. But the ocean had other plans, and with the sound of a wave crashing against the pier, accompanied by the voices of the boys nearby, it stole her voice.

Pepe lowered himself slightly, bringing his face closer to hers so he could hear her better, with such a soft, disarming sweetness that it made her stop in her tracks for a moment, stealing her breath away with the minty scent of his skin. His slightly olive-toned skin highlighted his squared jaw, which wasn’t too prominent, and framed his face in harmony, along with his smooth, black hair that fell gently onto his pilot’s neck. The way he had crossed his arms behind his back, completely focused on her, letting go of the distance between them like there was nothing else but them at that moment.

And in that moment, it happened. Yes, it happened.

Her cold lips pressed just below his jaw, leaving a gentle, almost shy kiss on his skin. Without her thinking about it, dictated by the moment, and desired deeply.

-Did you just—?- Pepe froze, like a computer malfunctioning at the most crucial moment, the almost-finished popsicle stick in his hand, the sensation of cold still on his neck, making him lick his lips as he realized what had just happened.

-Oh—uh—sorry. Intrusive thoughts.-

She laughed, brushing away that tiny hint of shyness caused by the insecurity she’d always had.

Her eyes were happy, her body light, as though she wasn’t even touching the ground, while the breeze played with her sarong and the sunlight made her figure seem almost ethereal. She hadn’t thought about it. She hadn’t spent the last hour calculating the pros and cons, letting the fear of missing an opportunity hold her back. She had done it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Like walking. Like breathing. Like laughing.

-…Intrusive thoughts?- Pepe was failing to hold back his smile, still with a piece of his cheek between his teeth.

-Yeah! You know, like, sometimes your brain just—just tells you to do something, and you—- she gestured with her hands—and you do it before you can stop yourself? That. That’s what happened.-

-So just to clarify… your brain told you to kiss me and you just listened?- he asked, letting himself smile fully, not touching her as he wanted to, because everything he wanted to say to her was in his eyes, and the way they were looking at each other with such ease.

-Technically, I kissed your jaw,- she smiled, leaving a hint of her dimples on her expression, as she smiled genuinely, without worrying about having the right expression or holding back.

The driver shook his head, the guitar in the background strumming their soundtrack, as it captured both of them and wouldn’t let go so easily.

-I’m onto you,- he teased, while his mind replayed the image of her cool minty lips just under his jaw, so naturally that neither of them had realized what had happened.

-Oh yeah?-

-That’s so you,- he said, looking at her, trying to imprint on his mind the image of her on the shore, the sarong low on her waist, the black swimsuit hugging her in a way her usual clothes never did, and a few strands of hair tickling her forehead.

-So… do you get a lot of intrusive thoughts about kissing me?-

I do, actually. I mean, not with pepe, obviously, but he suited the situation I had in mind so well I could not let it go. I'm desperately longing to be loved, is that reflecting in my fics?

[afterglowsainz]

F1 MASTERLIST

motorsports masterlist.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

out of time (smau)

positions (smau)

i wish i hated you (smau)

the great war (ft. lando norris) (smau)

blowing smoke (smau)

friends (smau)

yes, and? (smau)

risk (smau)

fresh out the slammer

imgonnagetyouback part 2

the prophecy

CHARLES LECLERC

hoax (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

true story (smau)

the girl is mine (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

bye (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

eternal sunshine (smau)

CARLOS SAINZ

close to you (ft. alex albon) (smau)

is it over now? (smau)

supernatural (smau)

so it goes... (smau)

LANDO NORRIS

we can’t be friends (smau)

the great war (ft. max verstappen) (smau)

when you walk away (smau)

so high school (smau)

barcelona (smau)

crush (smau)

OSCAR PIASTRI

we used to have more part 2 part 3 part 4 (smau series)

don’t wanna break up again (smau)

imperfect for you (smau)

obsessed (smau)

the secret of us (smau)

mclaren admin (smau)

guilty as sin?

ALEX ALBON

body paint (smau)

close to you (ft. carlos sainz) (smau)

so american (smau)

[lecsainz]

Could you write friends to lovers with Ollie Bearman? Something really fluffy where they realise they have feelings for each other, thank you.

OUT OF MY CONTROL

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: ollie bearman + fem!reader

summary: the one where you and ollie are best friends and ollie finally creates the courage to declare yourself.

🗒️ : best friends to lovers are definitely my favorite trope!

type: fluff ಇ

Ollie had known Y/N for as long as he could remember. He first met the girl with y/h/c hair in elementary school. Ollie remembered the six-year-old Y/N approaching the seven-year-old Ollie, taking his hand, and saying, "You're my boyfriend." At the time, young Ollie had bolted away from her, and every time he saw her, he'd hide. That was until the day Y/N decided she wanted another boy to be the father of her dolls and chose the boy who always ran from her to be her best friend.

Today, all Ollie wanted was for his best friend to see him in a different light. Not that Ollie was afraid to make a move, as he was popular among the girls, but he was afraid that Y/N would distance herself from him as she did with any other boy who wasn't Ethan – a guy Ollie disliked.

What did that blond boy, who played football, have that he didn't? He raced a car at almost 200 km/h and was afraid to compete with someone who kicked a ball.

He couldn't recall when he started having feelings for Y/N. Maybe it was during his first race when she showed up wearing a shirt with his number, or perhaps it was during the countless nights they spent talking at each other's houses. It might have been when he saw his best friend cry over Ethan, either because they had broken up or because they weren't speaking. The fact that he couldn't remember didn't change anything, but he simply wanted to be able to call her his. His girl. His girlfriend. Not just his best friend.

One sunny afternoon, Ollie and Y/N found themselves sitting in the park, chatting away about various topics, as they often did. The laughter flowed effortlessly, and the warmth of their friendship was evident. Ollie knew that he had to find the courage to confess his feelings soon, and he couldn't think of a better place to do it.

As they watched the children playing on the swings, Ollie's heart raced, and he decided it was now or never. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while," Ollie began, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Ollie?"

Ollie took a deep breath and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I cherish every moment we've spent together. But lately, I've started to feel something more, something beyond friendship. I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen for you, Y/N."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N looked at Ollie, her eyes wide with surprise. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Ollie felt like his heart was in his throat.

Y/N's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch Ollie's hand. "Ollie, I... I don't know what to say."

Ollie couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Had he just ruined their friendship? Would she distance herself from him?

But then Y/N smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made Ollie's heart skip a beat. "You know, Ollie, I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Ollie's eyes widened in surprise. "You have?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, I have. I've been feeling the same way, Ollie. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by saying anything. But now that you've said it, I can't hold back any longer. I've fallen for you too."

Relief and happiness washed over Ollie. He couldn't believe his luck. "Y/N, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

With a mixture of excitement and relief in the air, Ollie and Y/N leaned closer to each other. The world seemed to fade away as they closed the distance between them, their hearts pounding in anticipation. Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, sealing the confession of their feelings.

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of a new beginning. Ollie's hand cupped Y/N's cheek, and her fingers gently threaded through his hair as they shared a moment that had been a long time coming.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Helloa, i saw you do write for f2 drivers. Can i request 'somethimg to remember' by Matt Hansen with Dennis hauger?

Something To Remember

Dennis Hauger x Fem!Reader

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Silverstone Circuit. I stood by the paddock, my heart racing as I watched Dennis prepare for another race. The roar of engines filled the air, a symphony I had grown to love since the day I met Dennis. But today, something felt different. The weight of our last argument lingered, and Matt Hansen’s song "Something To Remember" echoed in my mind.

*"The memories come but they don't go,"* I thought, feeling the ache in my chest as I recalled our happier times. *"I hear the echoes pounding in my head."* Life with Dennis had its challenges, especially with his demanding schedule and the constant pressure to perform. But through it all, there was an undeniable love that kept us together.

Dennis climbed into his car, and I could see the determination in his eyes. He looked over at me and gave me a reassuring smile, which I returned with a wave, my heart swelling with pride and anxiety. The green flag waved, and the cars took off, speeding down the track with a ferocity that never failed to take my breath away.

*"As long as I keep my eyes closed, you're lying right back in my arms again,"* I reflected, watching Dennis maneuver through the tight corners with precision and skill. His determination and passion for racing were part of what made me fall in love with him, but they also made every race a nerve-wracking experience.

I thought back to our last argument, the one where we both shouted things we didn't mean. Racing took so much of his time and energy, leaving me feeling lonely and sometimes neglected. I knew it wasn’t his fault; he was chasing his dreams, and I admired him for that. But it was hard to always be supportive when I missed him so much.

*"I moved out but I never moved on, so tell me now, where did we go so wrong?"* I mused, feeling the weight of our relationship's ups and downs. I knew we had to cherish the good moments, hold onto them tightly, to help us through the tougher times.

The race progressed, and Dennis fought hard for every position. I could see the focus etched on his face, every muscle in his body taut with concentration. I held my breath as he made daring overtakes, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the engines.

*"I was your something once, the picture on your dresser. When did I become your something to remember?"* I reminded myself, gripping the edge of the barrier in front of me. The support from the other drivers' partners and the fans around me was comforting, but nothing could quell the anxiety that bubbled within me.

As the final laps approached, Dennis was in third place, pushing hard to close the gap between him and the leader. The tension was palpable, every second feeling like an eternity. I could barely breathe as he made his move, overtaking the second-place car with a skillful maneuver.

*"All of my friends were wrong, they said that I'll forget him. But he's the kinda song you could play forever,"* I thought, watching him navigate the track with a blend of caution and aggression that took my breath away. It was a reminder of why I fell in love with him in the first place—his tenacity, his passion, his never-give-up attitude.

The checkered flag waved, and Dennis crossed the finish line in second place. The crowd erupted into cheers, and I found myself jumping up and down with excitement. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I watched him pull into the pit lane, the team surrounding him in celebration.

“Ohh-oh-oh, I thought we had it all. I was your something once, now you found something better. How did I become just something to remember?" I whispered to myself, feeling a rush of relief and pride. Dennis climbed out of the car and immediately looked for me. Our eyes met, and I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground.

"You did it, Dennis!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

He kissed me deeply, his hands holding me tightly. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. You're my rock, my everything."

“Do you think of me at all? Or have I never crossed your mind again?" I thought, feeling the truth of those words in every fiber of my being. No matter the challenges we faced, our love was the anchor that kept us grounded.

As we walked back to the team, hand in hand, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together. Dennis squeezed my hand, pulling me closer as we weaved through the celebrating crowd.

Later that evening, as the festivities wound down and the garage grew quiet, we found a moment alone. Dennis had changed out of his race suit and into something more comfortable, but he still carried the aura of a champion. He sat beside me, our fingers intertwined.

"Do you ever think about the future?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "About what comes after racing?"

Dennis looked at me, his expression softening. "All the time," he admitted. "I think about you, us, what we could build together."

I felt a lump form in my throat. "It's hard, Dennis. The distance, the uncertainty. Sometimes I wonder if we’re strong enough to make it through."

He turned to face me fully, his eyes intense. "We are strong enough, Y/N. We've already come so far. Remember what Matt Hansen sings? 'We’ve come so far, don’t let it slip away.' We’ve got to hold on tight, and fight another day."

His words, borrowed from the song that had been a silent companion to our relationship, brought tears to my eyes. "I love you, Dennis. More than anything. And I want this, us, to work."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "It will work, Y/N. Because we’ll make it work. No matter how tough things get, I’ll always be here for you."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, I knew that our journey wouldn’t always be easy. There would be more races, more nights apart, more arguments. But there would also be love, laughter, and moments like this, where we remembered why we fought so hard to stay together.

"Something to remember, something to hold on to, it’s the love we share, that’s gonna get us through,"* I repeated to myself, feeling the truth of those words wrap around my heart like a warm blanket. No matter what challenges lay ahead, I knew we would face them together, and that was something truly worth remembering.

[formulaisa]

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[starkwlkr]

f2 masterlist✨

—here are my works for f2! thank you for reading!

arthur leclerc

blush

felipe drugovich

bf stealer

ollie bearman

to be young and in love

[sweetpiccolo-blog]

MATERLIST

Here you can find all my works!

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 🌧️

Smut - 🌩️

Oscar Piastri

To take care of you... (🌩️☁️)

Sebastian Vettel

Not in this universe (🌧️)

[sterredem]

All because I liked a boy

Mick Schumacher x Singer!reader

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Word count: really short

Summary: when Y/n and mick get a lot of hate. Based on the love triangle from Olivia Rodrigo, Joshua Basset and Sabrina Carpenter

Warning: Hate

A/N really short, it is more of a blurb. I loved the idea but I don’t have a lot of time. Again what I said in the last few fics, u am working on something bigger. So if you want to see more singer!reader let me know!

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Yourusername Suprise! My new EP ‘All because I liked a boy’ is out now! This is the story of the last few years of my life, my past relationships and my current relationship. I hope you enjoy it!❤️🫶

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Mick_Schumacher So good love, I’m so proud!

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[n0vazsq]

pepe marti masterlist !

oneshot ── ★

smau ── ⯌

. . . josep maria marti #3 full masterlist

. . . no.1 party anthem ★

. . . more than enough ★

. . . secret's safe with me ★

. . . first move ★

. . . long enough ★

. . . everyone but you ★

. . . end ★

. . . alley rose ★

. . . christmas dinner ★

. . . bf!headcanons (graphic designer reader) ★

. . . valentine ⯌

[charlesslut16]

-can we be the old us?-

summary : you and arthur meet again after your breakup in a club, and that on his birthday...

pairing : arthur leclerc x fem!reader

warnings : none

note : HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!! Please request more i have literally no idea what to post...

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You step into the pulsating warmth of the club, the beat of music enveloping you like an embrace. Today you went with your friends to have a great evening, as today's day wasn't your favorite. Anymore.

Arthur Leclerc’s birthday. The walls, draped in shimmering lights and echoes of laughter, vibrate with a mix of nostalgia and excitement. You try to shake off the memories, but there’s a familiar thrill in the air that makes it hard to ignore.

After all, it wasn’t such a long time ago that Arthur was the center of your universe, your safe space and despite the distance, part of you still yearns for what once was.

As you weave through the crowd, your eyes scan the room for your friends, and suddenly, they lock onto Arthur. He stands there, surrounded by friends and family, his easy smile illuminating the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Time seems to freeze as your heart does an involuntary leap. Part of you wants to look away, to forget the times you shared, but another part—an even stronger part—urges you to hold on.

The years melt away for just a moment, and you can almost see the laughter, the joy in his eyes, and perhaps even the love that once flowed between you two.

Shaking the feeling away, you break the contact you had for the moment. With the goosebumps you have, you walk to your friends, as you saw them, and went straight for the drinks.

You are perplexed, to say the least. You know that the Leclerc's always went to a restaurant, so you didn't expect him here. Today. In this club. The day you are here.

Later in the evening, the drinks have loosened inhibitions, and laughter rings out like music. There’s a collective buzz around you as Arthur makes his way through the throng, his friends draped on either side, but his gaze is inevitably drawn back to you.

Moments later, he approaches with a slight swagger, and suddenly the noise of the club fades into the background. "Hey," he says, his voice soft yet electric. “Been a while, huh?” The warmth in his tone rekindles a spark inside you, igniting old feelings that you thought were buried.

Wow. You had expected everything, but not that Arthur would walk up to you on his birthday and talk to you. The two of you had seen each other on many occasions, but never talked or even looked at each other.

"Yeah... Happy Birthday tho I hope you have a great day"

"Thanks. Hope it isn't too weird to see me."

"No, of course not." you said, the conversation starting awkward and not changing. What if this is what it will be like forever. Always being awkward and not being comfortable ever again. You exchange pleasantries, but soon the conversation turns deeper, fueled by nostalgia. Y

ou reminisce about those carefree days—dancing under the stars, quiet talks that stretched into the early hours, and laughter that felt eternal.

“Do you think we could ever go back to that?” he asks, vulnerability woven into his question. His eyes search yours, desperate for a hint of the old connection that once came so easily.

You feel a pang of longing, and for the first time in ages, you let the walls you built around your heart start to crumble. “I don’t know, maybe,” you whisper, your throat tightening with emotion.

With the music thumping around you, the noise of the club fades as you both step aside for a moment of privacy. The world outside is forgotten; it’s just the two of you.

Stories pour out as laughter spills, and with each word, the familiar rhythm of your connection starts to dance back into existence. You both lean in closer, sharing intimate thoughts, insecurities, and dreams—the spark igniting each moment.

Each revelation feels like a key turning in a locked door, unlocking the passion, trust, and love you used to share. But also unlocking all the pain, tears and moments you doubted everything.

As the night wears on and the drunken revelry continues behind you, you realize that this moment is something worth holding onto. Something that can be fixed.

[dedeinthewild]

pepe martí x reader, botched haircut

~ from hand scribbles series (tell me an oddly specific situation/state of mind and I'll rec/write a fic about it)

"I have steady hands"

situation : she gets a botched haircut and wants to stay at home for months as she thinks it's the worst she's ever looked

When Pepe stepped out of his morning shower, the last thing he expected to see was her—sitting in her favorite armchair with a dejected expression, her hair, or rather, what was left of it, framing her soft features.

Her arms rested limply on her thighs as she stared at her phone, her full lips set in a pout, completely devoid of the smile she always had when they were in Spain together. The same smile that usually greeted him with the smell of pancakes when she didn’t sleep in late.

For weeks, she had been complaining about how her front layers had grown too long, saying she needed to trim them to feel like herself again, to feel even just a little pretty—because she wasn’t the kind of girl with untouchable confidence.

Pepe had been looking forward to the moment she’d come back from the salon beaming, twirling in front of him as she recounted everything that had happened while they were apart. But now, that vision felt far from reality.

“You’re back,” he said, leaning a shoulder against the wall of their Barcelona apartment, letting the towel slip from his hands as he finished drying his dark hair. He had spent the morning biking with an old friend, completing his daily training session.

“Guapa, hey,” he called again, nudging her shoulder playfully with two fingers. She looked up at him with the cutest pout he had ever seen, knowing full well how much she loved it when he called her that.

“Do you have a beanie in that pile of Red Bull merch you own?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to keep a straight face as he studied her—his dark eyes, always so perceptive, already catching onto the way she was deflecting with humor.

“I think so, why?” Pepe asked, setting the towel down on the table in front of them.

She motioned toward her hair with a long, defeated sigh, bracing herself for him to either burst out laughing or—worse—tell her it was her own fault for being too picky and dramatic, like her mom often did without realizing.

But he didn’t do either.

Instead, he just smiled, stepping closer as he unwrapped one of their favorite candies and popped it into his mouth.

“What about that?” he asked, towering over her, looking at her the same way he always did—as if he didn’t see a lopsided mess of layers and botched bangs.

“Pepe…” she sighed. “Say something.”

He paused for a moment, rolling the candy from one side of his mouth to the other, hands on his hips, his usual infuriating kindness making her even more aware of the fact that her hair looked like something straight out of a Stanley Kubrick costume department.

“It’s different from usual, but it’s not that bad,” he shrugged.

“Then why does your face say something completely different?” she stood up, looking him in the eyes as he smirked, half-disappointed that she wasn’t glowing with post-salon confidence like those girls who walked out feeling beautiful enough to take over the world, but also entertained by how she was handling it.

“I’m not stepping outside that door for the next two months,” she declared, collapsing back into the armchair, throwing her head back dramatically.

“I won’t complain,” he chuckled, imagining how chaotic it would be to have her stuck inside with him for two whole months. “But I swear, it’s not the worst.”

“Yes, it is,” she groaned, throwing a pillow at him as he leaned against the coffee table, arms crossed.

“I look like I got stuck in a ceiling fan.”

Pepe couldn’t hold it in anymore. The way she said it, combined with the utterly defeated expression on her face, made him snort before he even realized what he had done.

“Did you just—did you just laugh?!” she gasped, throwing her arms up as if she had officially given up, resigning herself to looking like a complete disaster until her hair grew out. One thing was for sure—she was never going back to that hairdresser, who clearly missed their true calling as a construction worker.

Pepe tried to deny it, shaking his head, but the laughter was already bubbling up in his throat, his shoulders shaking, making it impossible to argue his innocence.

“Pepe, are you serious?” she tried to sound offended, but she was already on the verge of laughing, too.

“Listen, I’m so, so sorry, but the way you said ceiling fan was—” he lost it again, burying his face in his large hands, muffling another laugh as she glared at him.

“God, I can’t,” she muttered, hiding behind a pillow before Pepe pushed it aside, slipping between her knees and running his fingers through her hair as she pouted up at him, fully expecting him to take a photo and send it to Christian so they could turn it into a sticker for their group chat.

“We can always fix it,” he suggested.

“We? Fix it?”

He nodded, flashing that easy, confident smile, the one that made it clear he had all the time in the world for her. It was the relaxed, happy version of him—the one who wasn’t rushing to catch a flight or stressing over his next race. The one who let himself indulge in too many churros and spent time with the people who mattered.

“Pepe, you drive cars, not handle scissors.”

“I have steady hands,” he argued. “Precision. Good reflexes.”

“It’s not even nearly the same,” she scoffed, but she could see it in his dark eyes—that quiet, stubborn desire to see her smile, to make her feel pretty again.

“It won’t get worse, ojitos,” he murmured, wetting his lips as he twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, noting how much lighter it felt—probably because half of it had been hacked off by someone in the middle of an artistic crisis.

“You say that, and I don’t quite believe you.”

“I’ve seen a lot of videos. I’ve practiced, too,” he assured her, trying to mask the bit of performance anxiety creeping in at the idea of actually following through.

“Fine. But if you ruin it—” she warned, pulling off her sweater so it wouldn’t get covered in stray hairs as he rummaged through the kitchen drawer for an old pair of scissors.

“I won’t.”

“If you do—”

“I won’t.”

“Pepe, listen to me. If you ruin my hair—”

“We’ll both get a buzzcut,” he declared, setting up a stool in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Are you crazy?”

“I won’t mess up, don’t worry,” he grinned, gesturing for her to sit down before dramatically mimicking a poor impression of Edward Scissorhands. It earned him exactly what he wanted—one of those smiles.

The kind that puffed up her cheeks and made the faintest hint of dimples appear, the kind that made her whole face light up.

Pepe circled her, assessing the damage. The hairdresser—or rather, the criminal—had attempted to give her layers, then suddenly decided to chop her front pieces into a thick, uneven fringe that made her face look rounder than it was.

“Ready?” he asked, running his fingers lightly along the nape of her neck, making her shiver.

“You’re literally just moving my hair around.”

“I got this,” he said, completely sure of himself.

And before she could fully grasp that he had started, she heard the sharp snip of the scissors, a chunk of hair falling away.

“What the hell did you just do?”

“Nothing… nothing bad,” Pepe said, eyeing his next move.

“Nothing bad is exactly what someone says before something very bad happens.”

She watched him through the mirror as he moved, noticing how he leaned in for better precision, how he brushed through her hair between each cut with a tenderness that almost made her forget to be nervous. It was just so him—the boy who always had a smile, who wanted the people around him to have one too.

“When my mom got older,” he started, setting the scissors down and picking up the hairdryer and a round brush, “and she wanted to go out, I always did her hair.”

He smiled, remembering all the times he had experimented on his mother’s blonde curls.

“She would sit down and let me do it, and even if nothing really changed, she was always so proud.”

It was so easy to get lost in the way he talked about his family, always with that deep, unwavering affection. Every time his fingers brushed against her skin—her neck, her cheek, her forehead—his touch was featherlight, as if he was handling something fragile.

And honestly? She wouldn’t mind if he always did this for her.

He was so focused, so dedicated, as if there were team principals from the most prestigious F1 teams watching his every move, as if he were in the middle of the most important lap of his life.

“Done,” he finally said, smiling.

She had been facing away from the mirror for the finishing touches, so he gently turned her toward it. Her hair was slightly tousled, just the way she liked it.

“Did I mess up?” he asked.

The layers were perfect—soft, voluminous, straight out of a Pinterest board. The bangs, while still short, were lighter, more flattering.

And there it was.

That beautiful smile—the one he always wanted to see.

The one that said, maybe I am pretty.

“Pepe Martí, you’re the eighth wonder of the world,” she said, running her fingers through her hair.

He stepped closer, resting his hands on her shoulders and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek, heart full at the sight of her happiness.

“I just wanted to see you smile,” he murmured.

“Still want that beanie?”

When I said oddly specific situation, this is what I meant. Two days ago I went to the hairdresser and she decided, without asking me prior to the cut, that I would look good with obnoxiously dense bangs. The result? I don’t wanna go out for at least two months…

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Hey, I can't find if your requests are open (if they aren't please ignore this). Can you do an arthur leclerc x fem!driver!reader where she gets into f1 and he doesn't (angst!!) and she comforts him?

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First ending

Face claim: Pinterest girls/Barbara Palvin/Bianca Bustamante + other women in motorsport.

(That I use these people doesn’t mean that I know or support them, I just use them because Barbara has a lot of good pictures in the spoor and Bianca has good pictures in the car and on the podium)

Summary: The request

Word count: 2549

Warning: Angst, lying(?), happy ending, fluff at the end

A/N: this took a bit to write but u really like it. It is a bit different then the request (a bit more Angsty) but I think it is my best yet (which isn’t hard with this being my 3rd fic). I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like/comment/repost and please give me feedback🫶🫶 Btw sorry for the long wait.

The other ending will be posted soon!

Also I hope you like the graphics, it took literally hours to make😭😭

They both knew that this could happen. That was the risk with dating your coworker in a motorsport. And especially formula 2.

So when y/n heard that next season she would drive in formula 1 with Porsche, she was really excited. Of course she was. She was going to be the first Women in a few decades to drive in Formula 1. And for a relatively new but very good team. With Porsche being in F1 since the 2019 seasons it was the newest, but unlike HAAS they were actually good.

And she was happy that she got a contract. She would drive a few of the best names of motorstoprt. And her team printable, Sebastian Vettel had promised her big things.

But when she actually thought about what this all meant she begun to get scared. She would need to tell Arthur. Arthur who always wanted to be in Formula 1. Arthur who is her best friend and her boyfriend.

How could she tell him? How could she tell him that she would get to live their dream? How could she tell him that he would drive alongside his brother before him?

This was all a mess. And the worst part was that she sined a NDA so she couldn’t tell him until the announcement was up. The only people that currently knew where; her family, her trainer and her manager.

She tried to do everything she could so she can tell him. But she just couldn’t, so she needs to live with a big secret for a few months. And when it is announced that she would go to Formula 1 she doesn’t know is he will ever forgive her.

And not only because she didn’t tell him and they promised they would tell each other everything. No but because they promised to get there together, to both get into F1. And now, Y/n would get to drive there and Arthur would be left behind in F2.

So she would need to live a secret until it was revealed to the world. The only thing she could get out of the contact is that she could tell Arthur a day before the announcement. Which she still wasn’t happy about but it was something. So when the time came to finally tell him she was a nervous wreck. Understandable.

The day before the announcement finally came. And Y/n was really nervous. So when Arthur finally came home she made some of his favourite food and got mentally ready to tell him.

And to say Arthur was confused was an understatement. He came home to his girlfriend cooking his favourite food and looking very nervous. So of course he was worried. Would she brake up with him? Dis something happen? But he wanted to wait for her to say something. And that happens after they were done doing the dishes and were laying in the couch.

“Hey Arthur can we talk?” Y/n nervously while playing with her fingers and not really looking at Arthur.

“Yes mon ange what is wrong?” Arthur asked relieved that she will finally talk about what is wrong. He tried to look at her but couldn’t lock eyes.

“Promise me you will hear me out before you react of get mad.” She said while finally looking in his eyes. But they aren’t filled with the usual adoration or love, no the where filled with nerves and a bit of fear.

“Of course mon ange. What is going on?” He asked growing more and more worried. While trying to grapple with his hand. And failing.

“So you know that PREMA is dropping me right? Well when it was announced some people reached out to me and offers me something…” she slowly said while looking at him for his reaction.

“Well one of those people was Sebastian Vettel and he offered me a place on Porche in Formula 1. And as you can understand I couldn’t refuse, so we got talking and they gave me an amazing offer.” She said while looking at his reaction. Which wasn’t the best, it got from worry to confusion to some sort of mild anger.

“So last August he gave me a contract and I signed it…” she said falling a bit silent at the end. And before Arthur could talk she began again.

“And I really wanted to tell you before, really. But they made me sign a NDA and I could only tell my manager and close family and some of the other team for legal reasons. And I tried everything, and initially I could not tell you until the announcement but I made a deal and I could tell you the day before. And now that is, so today is the day before. And again I am so sorry. Please don’t be mad.” She ranted while tears formed in his eyes while seeing him become more and more mad.

“Y/n… what? Is this some sick joke?” He asked while slowly fake laughing and looking at her with betrayal in his eyes.

“Baby please understand that I could not tell you.” She said slowly looking away.

“Don’t baby me! I know you couldn’t tell me after the contract, but you could tell me that you had an offer! And how could you take it? You know how much I want to get into F1?” He asked with betrayal in his voice.

“What was I supposed to do? Not take the offer and never get in Formula 1 just so you could have it or that we could go at the same time? And I could not tell you about the offer because I didn’t even know until I talked with Sebastian, my manager hid it from me because he didn’t want to get my hopes up!” She said now with tears going down her cheeks.

“I understand that but please! Did you even think about me?” He asked a bit louder.

“Of course I did! I just told you! I wanted to tell you the minute I got the offer! But I couldn’t because of that stupid team! I wanted to you to have a seat for F1! For whatever team, but I can’t! If I can I would give you my seat! But Arthur you need to understand that I need to think of myself sometimes! This a big deal for me! I will be the first women in Formula 1 in a few decades, and I will be the first women to be in the middle or upper field! I could be the first to be in a podium of even win!” She said now almost fully crying.

Arthur was silent for a bit while thinking about what she said. “Y/n i know all that. But you also need to understand that it is hard for me. Charles is in F1, Ferrarie dropped me, Jules and my dad died and wanted me and Charlie to drive, and now my girlfriend, who is also my childhood best friend, lied to me for months and you expect me to be okay with it? Merde Y/n you can’t expect this from me. I think I need some time alone.” He said trying to stay calm with tears in his eyes.

Y/n looked at his shocked about what he said. Did he want to break up? Did he want a part time break? Was he going to leave? She knows that she can’t hold him accountable for it, she did lie to him after all.

“Arthur please. I understand what you say. And I don’t hold you accountable for that, but please don’t leave.” She said now with them both full on crying.

“Mon amour, I won’t leave you, I am just going to go to my mom for a bit. Think about everything and then we can talk about this in a few days.” He said while wiping her tears away.

He slowly stood up and walked to there room to grab a few of his things. She still sat on the couch thinking if she should stop him or just let him go.

She decided on the later one, because it was better to give him time to think about it before things were said that they don’t mean.

A few minutes later Arthur came downstairs with a bag of his stuff. He grabbed his coat and keys and looked at Y/n again. “I will message you when I am there. Please understand that I still love you and I am not breaking up, but I just need some time.” He says with a half smile.

“I understand, please take all the time you need. And when you are ready to talk I am here.” She said while also half smiling with more tears forming in her eyes. “I love you, please be safe”

“I will” he says while walking out of the door and closing it. Y/n slowly slid down the wall with her head in her hands thinking everything over again.

Was this the right thing? Was she selfish for accepting the offer? Would she lose Arthur? Were they ever going to recover?

With all this on het mind she slowly stood up and walked upstairs. She got into the bathroom and did her night routine. After that she looked at the time and saw how early it still was so she decided to just watch some Gilmore Girls (you can chose whatever this is just my comfort series) while laying in bed trying to distract her from the argument they had earlier.

After watching it for a few hours she decided that it was getting late and decided to sleep and see what the day would bring tomorrow. The day that it would be announced.

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F1 BREAKING: Y/n y/l/n will be driving for Porsche the 2025 season!

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Comments

User1 OMG I AM SO EXITED

User2 so happy to see she got a seat after PREMA dropped her

Susie_Wolff So happy for you! I am happy to see more girls in Formula 1

Yourusername Thank you Susie! Exited to see you again!

Yourusername I am so happy and thankful for this opportunity!

User3 we got a women in f1 before gta 6

User4 So exited for more women in motorsports!

User5 women shouldn’t be in motorsports! It is a man dominated sport for a reason!

User6 why is Arthur not simping over his girlfriend like usual?!

User7 he could just be congratulating het irl don’t make a big deal out of this

User8 I agree with user7, just because he isn’t in the comments on a insta post doesn’t mean something happened. We shouldn’t speculate on there lives with absolutely no information about them at the moment.

After the announcement was finally up Y/n felt worst then the slash before. Her and Arthur still hadn’t talked. And it welt like weeks (it was only 10 hours). She missed him, missed his laugh, his boyish smile, their useless conversation for hours, his kisses and hugs. Everything.

So when she finally got a massage from him she was happy to say the least.

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See you then*

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For the next part there is a bit of explaining necessary. You can: keep reading this and then you have how the request is (with a fluffy ending and comforting) OR you can klick in the link and that will take you to the alternative ending (you will need to scroll down again until this part and then you have the Angsty ending)

Angsty ending

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After a few more massages back and forth they decided to meet up at their house instead of the cafe. So when the next day came she waited for Arthur to come back.

After a few hours of watching Gilmore Girls she heard the front door open. She paused the show and stood up from her bed, she walked downstairs and came face to face with Arthur.

“Hey” she said a bit awkwardly. She looked in his eyes and saw that he looked very tired and had red eyes. He had probably cried, the same with her.

“Hey, how are you?” He asked with a tired and raspy voice and the French accent.

“I’m doing okay. Want something to drink?” She asked trying to fill the awkward silence.

“No I’m fine. Could we just talk? I think it is the best if we just get it over.” He said trying to get to the point as fast as he can so they could make up again. He had missed her a lot, while he was at his maman she had given his a long and good scolding for leaving her and not listening her out. He realised that it was indeed a bad choice to leave her, he was just angry and upset so he did the only rational thing in his mind.

“Yeah of course.” She said while slowly walking to the living room. She looked back at him to see if he followed her and he did. She walked to the couch and sat on one end of it, wanting him to decide if he wants to sit next to her or far away from her.

He sat next to her.

“Okay so first of I want to say I am so sorry that I left, I know it was the wrong thing to do. But I was just angry, confused and upset with everything and then I said stuff and you said stuff and I just couldn’t anymore. But now I am ready to hear you out.” He said tampering a bit while fiddling with his hands.

“I understand that and it is completely okay, again I am really sorry I didn’t tell you but I can explain it to you.” She said while looking in his eyes.

“Okay so as I said; Kate, my manager, got a lot of offers from teams after my contract with PREMA expired, but she didn’t want to get my hopes up so she told me nothing. I only knew about it when she set up a meeting with Sebastian, we talked and he had a really good offer. A long contract, good money, good car and a good team. So I couldn’t say no. But then it came to PR and telling people, I asked who u could tell and I could only tell my team and my parents, I couldn’t even tell my siblings or friends. I asked if I could tell you but I couldn’t, they wanted to keep it low-key so that it would be a big surprise. The only thing I fixed is that I could tell you the day before. So I did and you know how that turned out. I really wanted to tell you but I also needed to sign a NDA so I couldn’t tell you about the contract or the car. And this may sound really bad and it may sound like I chose a bad team but no; they only did it to protect us. Me because if it came out before there could be serious danger for me. And for you so you could many still enjoy F2 and get into you’re dream team. But now I realise that how I handled it was really wrong and I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me because I really missed you.” She said the last part a bit out of breath.

Arthur looked to be deep in thought. He thought about everything she said. And he understood it. But now he was really upset with how he reacted.

“Mon amour I am so sorry. I should have heard you out earlier” he said while grabbing her face. “I and so sorry for how I reacted. I hope you can understand why. I as just confused, jealous and upset. I was confused because for me it came all of a sudden and upset because again why would you tell me? And I was really jealous because you wou get to be in F1 and drive with my brother before me.”

“I completely understand my love, and I understand it about the jealous part, I would too.” She said while grabbing his face.

After talking for a few more minutes they decided to go to the bedroom and watch something.

“Hey love do you want to watch that French series that you talked about?” Y/n asked while playing with his hair and cuddling.

“Yeah for sure mon amour” he said with a smile on his face. He looked up at her and admired her beauty. “You looked beautiful ma belle” he said with a slight blush.

“She looked down at his and smiles “wel thank you handsome. You don’t look that bad yourself.” She said blushing.

After watching a few episodes of the show and talking they decided to go to sleep.

But before she fell asleep she heard Arthur whisper something.

“Je t'aime mon amour, merci pour tout.” (I love you my love, thank you for everything.)