#formula 2 imagine

[no-144444]

chaotic trio- k.antonelli, o.bearman, p.aron

★ ☆summary: how your best mates react when they see you're getting hate online

★ ☆pairing: reader x ollie bearman x kimi antonelli (kinda)x paul aron (all platonic)

skysportsf1

liked by haasf1team, kimiantonelli, and 778,249 others

skysportsf1 Triple Trouble back at it again! We're only a few races in and your favourite chaotic trio are causing mayhem on track @.yourusername @.kimiantonelli @.olliebearman

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user729 Y/N'S RADIOS WERE GOLDEN -> user264 'why's ollie not even racing me? is his car that bad?' -> user67 kimi: 'WHAT THE FUCK MATE WHY IS Y/N UP MY ASS?! HOW DID WE LET THIS HAPPEN?!' -> user720 y/n gets past him: 'i think i could hear him screaming there'

user60 her overtake on kimi was chef's kiss -> user764 On god it was so fire ⁉️

user6238 ollie racing esteban and having esteban make a mistake? SLAYYY KING GET HIM BACK!!! -> user8834 AVENGE ALONSO

user899 She even surprised lewis like damn -> user92 lewis: 'oh shit she's up here???'

yourusername I wish to not be grouped with these hooligans -> kimiantonelli We were literally on the podium together what do you mean? -> yourusername were you top step? -> olliebearman Were you? -> paularon clock it! 💯💯💯

premaracing I'm so glad other people have to deal with them now :) -> user35 ik whoever babysat them was TIRED

user009 y/ns overtakes were actual cinema where has she been for the past few years wtf.

user233 babes why are they my favourite rookies of all time. -> alexalbon same tbh

user98 I think we need to apologise to each of their teams because they must be so much to deal with -> redbullf1team we're so tired... -> hassf1team exhausted even... -> mercedesf1team kimi is perfect and does no wrong :) -> yourusername ho is you toto?

kimiantonelli Someone needs to cut her brakes fuck's sake -> yourusername don't know if you noticed but my car is already a shitbox and i had no brakes by the end of that fucking race, so please stop praying on my downfall and focus on your maths homework you fucking nerd ���� -> redbullf1team Y/n. More media training. ->yourusername FUCKS SAKE KIMI THIS IS YOUR FAULT.

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yourusername

liked by kimiantonelli, maxverstappen, and 1,345,354 others

yourusername stunted on those hoes. hashtag slay (kimi looks ugly on a podium but felt the need to post my best mate of 10 years when he finally makes it in f1, even if he's copying me)

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olliebearman hater ->yourusername alright mr.haas calm tf down i'll give you ur boyfriend back

kimiantonelli so sweet (not) -> yourusername this is as sweet as it gets girl enjoy it while it lasts 🕺

user892 they're so pookie

user233 FIRST MODERN FEMALE PODIUM IN F1 THANK YOU Y/N Y/L/N!!!!!!!!! -> liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen, kimiantonelli, olliebearman, isackhadjar, liamlawson, jackdoohan, yukistunoda, logansargeant, danielriccardo, gabrielborteleto, paularon, lukebrowning, alexdunne and 692,424 others

oscarpiastri You really did stunt on those hoes (did I say that right?) -> yourusername i genuinely love u sm osc

landonorris HASHTAG SLAY

redbullf1team we will take ur account away girl. -> yourusername bold of you to assume I don't have a backup.

user889 DID YALL SEE THE SMILE ON OLLIE'S FACE?????

user8844 LEWIS'S INTERVIEW WAS SO CUTE ->user22 ??? -> user8844 he was just super proud of both kimi and y/n and it was adorable

user709 i'm actually sobbing i never thought i'd get to see a woman on the podium i'm so emotional and she's just posted the most nonchalant caption what the fuck

user0029 she's actually so goated did we see her overtake on alonso??? even he was impressed.

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yourusername

liked by maxverstappen, oscarpiastri, kimiantonelli and 2,729,423 others

yourusername me and max when we realise we have to get back into the car for another fucking weekend with no updates still...

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maxverstappen 😹😹😹 ->user444 yes king laugh through the pain -> user234 fucking hell he's actually loosing it lol

olliebearman please stop with the complaints ms. podium ->yourusername ur just mad because kim hugged me first stfu🤷‍♀️ -> kimiantonelli I actually hate both of you so 😼

redbullf1team I'm TIRED y/n. you're explaining this to christian.

user66 god she's so annoying can she take anything seriously?

user673 women shouldn't be driving in f1 they should be getting coffee

user7724 she was so shit how did she even get a podium?

user777 this sport has gone to shit

user999 she's so fucking stupid

user7 i'm so hyped for race weekend just to watch her crash lol

user667 get her out of that seat i could probably drive better ffs

user72442 girls don't belong in motorsport

user63624 get this cunt out

user343 paddock bunny

user2213 probably fucked half the grid to get there lol -> user7889 she's barely legal what?? -> user2213 stfu

user7555 she's such an obvious marketing ploy

user8724 she's got no talent

user3123 slut

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olliebearman

liked by yourusername, kimiantonelli, paularon and 824,243 others

olliebearman Some sun, some fun, it's all inside this happy meal :) @.kimiantonelli @.yourusername @.paularon @.arthurleclerc

comments

user244 why do they even invite her anymore?? ->user67 bc they're mates???????

user789 wow they've all had a turn lol -> user7920 you're such a pig

charlesleclerc Be safe kids 🫡 -> user729 i love how they're still keeping the adoption jokes going

user2345 him and kimi were soooo drunk

user576 i actually adore this group so much

paularon forgot to add the photo of my gorgeous biceps... -> olliebearman sorry i just made me vomit so i thought better not to

user638 she's so random in that group ewww

user8899 does she have any other friends she can leach off of???

user8978 she's a slut

yourusername take this shit down buddy 👎 -> kimiantonelli just because he posted me and him doesn't mean he doesn't love you -> user57588 why's she such a bitch????

user399 proud y/n hater ->user35 fr she's such a bop

user423 ran through ->user3445 you're disgusting

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kimiantonelli's story

[caption: congrats to the winner ig... @.yourusername]

dms

user553 she's such a slut leave her die

user939459 she's run through

user42 send me her nudes

user244 she's such a bitch

user523 paddock bunny

yourusername please take this down kim kimiantonelli why? yourusername please just take it down kimiantonelli alright, sorry :( yourusername thank you, sorry.

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paularon

liked by olliebearman, kimiantonelli, and 983,234 others

paularon Out and about recently :) @.yourusername @.kimiantonelli @.olliebearman

comments

kimiantonelli ngl those smoothies were mega

olliebearman dinner was so good

user35 why do they hang with her???

user89 free them from her grasp

user989 biggest slut in the paddock and she's up against charles leclerc

user139 shittest driver since mazepin

user766 blonde bimbo

user345 i'm so tired of pretending to like her GOD ->user399 why don't u like her? -> user345 women shouldn't be in motorsport. end of conversation.

user3554 she's so annoying just leave kimi and ollie alone! -> user89 fr she's probably fucking both tho lmao

user6789 every guy in the paddock has fucked her haven't they lmao

user573 christian horny's pet probably

user233 she's my fav driver this is my fav group -> user689 ur stupid if she's ur fav

user7832 can't wait to see her crash

user7909 why is everyone hating???? -> user65 bc men hate to see a woman doing well!

user4333 exhausted by all of these insecure men

user34 did yall see kimi's deleted story too? i fear a friendship break-up might be going on behind the scenes ->user8999 PLEASE NO🙏🙏🙏 ---------------

redbullf1team

likedby yourusername, maxverstappen, kimiantonelli, olliebearman, and 2,234,423 others

redbullf1team Top step for our no.19 :)

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maxverstappen Wonderful drive.

lewishamilton SO proud.

olliebearman No, I wasn't crying. There was something in my eye. -> kimiantonelli fr. there was something in his eye.

fernandoalonso Vamos!

charlesleclerc It was an honour to be on the podium with her :)

georgerussell Blimey what a race! Incredible drive from herself :)

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kimiantonelli

liked by olliebearman, maxverstappen, landonorris and 824,243 others

kimiantonelli our best mate just won a race!?

comments

user8923 slut

paularon SLAYYYED

landonorris i thought she was my best mate?

user80 i hope she crashes and burns

user43 no women in motorsport

user23 she's so inspirational it's insane

user11 die

user32 they're both playing her i bet

user90 she's so bad why are we glazing her

user87 CHEATER

user789 omg if they wanted to they would this is so cute

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messages

yourusername Hey guys, I'm deleting insta and I probs won't be super in touch just because everything is going mad in redbull so I won't see much of yall at races. sorry, love ya xxx

yourusername has left this group!

paularon wtf is going on???

olliebearman did we upset her?

paularon why did she leave???

kimiantonelli Mate... look under any post of hers or yours with her in it. It's brutal. She's getting so much hate.

paularon holy shit i've just seen it now

olliebearman i actually feel sick wtf is this shit.

kimiantonelli we should say something

paularon good idea

olliebearman let's ask her first, yes?

kimiantonelli and paul aron yes

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messages

yourusername was added to 'the trip' groupchat!

yourusername hello?

kimiantonelli SUMMER TRIP HELLO? we know you've been busy but it's tradition

olliebearman yeah fr we miss you

paularon I'm going to suggest Italy???

yourusername omg i'm so sorry guys i promised my home friends i'd spend my break with them. we're going to greece but you're more than welcome to join us :)

olliebearman sounds like a plan!

kimiantonelli works for me!

paularon YAY!

yourusername one rule tho- DONT flirt with my mates

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messages

paularon was added to the 'boyos' groupchat

olliebearman why is she being so weird in public?

kimiantonelli she's scared of being seen with us duh

olliebearman why?????? we're her best mates????

paularon bc she'll get murder online, duh!

kimiantonelli this is so annoyinggggggg

olliebearman fr i just want regular y/n back

paularon it's not her fault

kimiantonelli come on we'll talk to her about it another time

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yourusername

liked by kimiantonelli, paularon, olliebearman and 2,394,094 others

yourusername summer breakin' :)

comments

paularon forgetting the photos of me????

user54 anyone else catch paul's comment? ->user23 omg PLEASE tell me the pookies are back

user3423 yall why is paul lowkey messy 😏

usser8390 she hasn't posted in so long, we were missing u queen!

user444 goated driver

user8990 ugly bitch

user22 shit driver

user23 omg she's so gorg

user3423 guys, anyone else noticed how paul, ollie, and kimi have been hanging out but y/n hasn't? -> user99 ikr i miss them so much 🫶 -> user12 she's just too stuck up for them now -> user23 or maybe she drives for a team that is literally falling apart???😸🔫 ->user344 it's deffo the hate

olliebearman damn, forgetting all about us

user99 YO OLLIE'S COMMENT

user4558 she's delteing their comments i swear to god

user90 y/n's such a gold digger

user3434 bitch

user221 crash next race

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messages

olliebearman why did you delete our comments?

yourusername i can't get into it

paularon we deserve an answer y/n. you won't hang out with us anymore, you won't be seen talking to us, what gives???

yourusername i just don't want to get more hate, alright? it's hard enough as it is, i don't need people thinking i'm sleeping with all three of you just because we're friends and then flooding my comments with the most vile shit they can think of. I am your mate, don't worry, it's just i don't want to drag any of you into this.

kimiantonelli we're here for you y/n. this is shit and we're sorry, and we don't want you to feel like you have to hide being our friend. we want to support you and make a post about it. a bunch of the other drivers are in on it as well

yourusername you don't have to do that

paularon we want to

olliebearman if it means we can hang out again, of course we'll do it

yourusername you guys are the best :)

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kimiantonelli, olliebearman, paularon, lewishamilton, charlesleclerc, landonorris, oscarpiastri, alexalbon, carlossainz, lancestroll, fernandoalonso, maxverstappen, yukitsunoda, liamlawson, esteban ocon, jackdoohan, pierregasly, georgerussell, gabrielborteleto, nicohulkenberg, and isackhadjar

liked by mercedsf1team, redbullf1team, jackdoohan and 10,323,433 others

Hey all, we just wanted to come on here and say that we don't support bullying, but some of yall need a fucking reality check. Y/n Y/l/n is in the sport and she will continue to be. She is a talented, incredible driver who will continue to inspire thousands, if not millions. The world is changing, and while that can be scary, but having a woman in F1 should not be a shocking thing. We have all said it's only a matter of time, and the time came when Y/n got her seat. A seat she deserved, and continues to deserve. Women deserve a place in motorsports, and if you can't see that, shame on you.

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mercedesf1team no.1 Y/n Y/l/n fan over here

reddbullf1team class act, thank you boys

ferrarif1team wonderful message, forza y/n!

alpinef1team Behind you all the way :)

astonmartinf1team slaying the house boots down!

sauberf1team Wonderful woman, wonderful driver, wonderful words. Thank you for speaking out!

mclarenf1team Thank you for speaking up about this!

haasf1team The trio shall continue forevermore

vcarbf1team Stunted on those hoes :) ->liked by yourusername

williamsf1team This is such a wonderful message, thank you for standing up against the bullies :)

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[imaginesig]

You Would've Done It Too

Ollie Bearman x Verstappen!Reader

SMAU

We all know Mad Max, but what if his younger sister is worse? And what if her on track enemy isn’t always that?

HEAVILY inspired by: Enemies or Lovers by @claypgeon and DR creators on tik Tok for radio ideas

f2updates

liked by user3, user91, user93, and 917,828 others

f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman made contact at todays GP. Both drivers are well, but forced to retire their cars

tagged: no one

user1 now this is real racing

user2 im glad that Ollie is finally giving Y/n's aggression back

user3 right?? Verstappens gone too long without someone humbling her

user4 I hope she can be tamed like Max and really put her drive to good use

user5 you know they’re both pissed

User6 these post race interviews are about to be HEATED

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f2updates

liked by user4, user2, user7, and 719,822 others

f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on the incident today

tagged: no one

user1 lmao Y/n and HITECH can whine all they want, all Ollie did was exactly what they've been doing to the grid all year

user2 the jabs at each other give me life

user3 I live for this rivalry

user4 yes Ollie 👏👏 humble her

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f1

liked by: carlossainz55, user5, Olliebearman, and 927,828 others

f1: Prima driver, Ollie Bearman, will replace Carlos Sainz this weekend

tagged: prema_team, olliebearman, scuderiaferrari

user1 I wonder how y/n is feeling about this

user2 why bring her up, this ain’t about her

user1 because she's been negotiating with different teams to get a contract and try to drive in a free practice but now Ollie gets to race for Ferarri before she gets any of that

user4 and he gets to race against her brother, something Y/n has publicly said she misses and prays to do again

user3 Y/n isn't any better at racing than him, id argue they're equals, nor should she get special treatment because of Max so she can wait her turn

user5 ahhh I can’t wait!!!

User6 I’m gonna miss Carlos this weekend 😭😭

user7 please please please Ferrari have a good strategy for him🙏🙏

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f2updates

liked by user82, user5, user89, and 718,828 others

f2updates: Y/n Verstappen commenting on Ollie Bearman's temporary move to F1: "It's truly an amazing experience (to drive F1). Ferrari sees something in him, so best of luck. I've defiantly noticed a lack of headaches this weekend."

tagged no one

user1 the was she still has to make a snarky comment

user2 I mean they are rivals 🤷‍♂️

user3 most civil I've ever seen an interaction between them

user4 I don’t understand why someone went out of their way to get a comment from her, let Y/n race and comment on herself and let Ollie shine without dragging the mood down by asking his rival for a statement

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Pre-Race

Post-Race

ynverstappen

liked by: pauladon_, hitechgp, user5, and 817,929 others

ynverstappen: That's how you do it the HITECH way

tagged: paularon_

user1 ig we don't need to ask how she's celebrated the win

hitechgp perfect 1-2 weekend!!

maxverstappen why the last slide

ynverstappen I had to inform the people of my opinions

Maxverstappen anyway, I’m so proud!!

ynverstappen 🫶🫶

Carlossainz55 congrats on p1 little-stapppen

Redbullracing performance so good we were left speechless 👏👏

user2 as much as I love a good rivalry it was nice to have a gp where Y/n and Ollie weren’t fighting and making digs at each other

User3 I agree

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olliebearman

liked by prema_team, user87, kimi.antonelli, and 728,928 others

olliebearman: P3 for my little buddy 🧸

tagged: no one

user1 awww the bear

user2 always a good day when we get a Y/n and Ollie podium

user3 its the only time they're ever civil when near each other

Prema_team very proud of your performance 🤝

user3 help im jealous of a stuffed bear

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f1

liked by ynverstappen, maxverstappen1, user4, and 828,928 others

f1: Y/n Verstappen has been called up to replace Williams's Alex Albon this GP! She's already been seen in the garage looking right at home

tagged: hitechgp, ynverstappen, williamsracing

williamsracing we can't wait

Alex_albon she's gonna smash it!!

user1 please bring Williams back to the glory days

user2 Verstappen? Nice try, welcome back Nico Rosberg

user3 she looks so good in blue

user4 Y/n lead Logan to the podium

user5 yes ma'am 👏

user6 give Max a run for his money

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f2updates

liked by user4, user83, user93, and 293,939 others

f2updates: for her free practice session, Y/n Verstappen has run into issues with her car

tagged no one

user1 her radio killed me: "Um guys somethings wrong I don't think the car likes me very much"

user2 looks like she's causing as many problems there as she does here

user3 please please please I NEED Williams to sort this out so she can still race

user4 she handled the situation very calmly and professionally, very impressive

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f2updates

liked by user53, user9, user93, and 928,894 others

f2updates: Ollie Bearman comments on Y/n's absence after his race: "Very unfortunate to have troubles so early on. I guess the car could tell she was a hot head haha. I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up"

tagged: no one

user1 I wish they would stop bothering the other for comments, if the situation doesn't involve both Y/n and Ollie then they shouldn't make a statment

user2 exactly it feels like the media is trying to get them to lash out at each other

user3 exactly they aren't friends, but they don't go out of their way to cause problems and people need to realize that

user4 yk he felt so pleased with the hot head joke

user5 "I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up" he's trying so hard not to get into it with pr

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ynverstappen

liked by logansargent, paularon_, williamsracing, and 928,829 others

ynverstappen: Williams, what an honor it was to be chosen to drive for you this past weekend! I hope I've shown my appreciation through my performance and actions. Alex, sorry for almost ruining your car, get well and kick ass next weekend mate!

tagged: williamsracing

maxverstappen1 you were amazing! I'm so proud

ynvserstappen ❤️❤️

landonorris very impressive battle we had!! still pissed I lost to someone who overheated the car her first lap but yk

ynverstappen thank you for putting up a fight! so happy to beat you Mr. Nowins user8 I need more public Y/n and Lando interactions

user1 the purple helmet ate

user3 its so funny to me that she just happened to get called up the weekend she had a special helmet

user2 lmao she saw the Nico jokes

ynverstappen had bestie hunt the jacket down for the bit (its now my favorite piece and I will live in it forever, thank you Britney)

user4 someone tell her she showed her appration and more

user5 right- she gave Williams their highest qualifying and ending positions

user6 since Logan is leaving can we get her on the grid next year

user7 if you want to rush her and have her burn out like Logan then sure, but I say just give her a contract and get comfy in F2

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ynverstappen posted a story!

caption: to quote the note left, "they're crochet so you'll remember this weekend forever"

replies:

paularon_

seems like he knows his stuff

I cried

maybe its time to put these ruse behind mmh

don't take my fun away from me

and he really does piss me off

oh I know

I just don't know how he still puts up with you, mini max

hey max was worse

are we sure??

bff_username

ugh what I wouldnt do to have what you do!!

it really is the best

I mean he puts up with your shit better than I do

ok now first Paul and now you

you know im working on it, getting all the Jose out of my veins takes time

and im so proud of you for it

maxverstappen

who.

bff/n

thats a lie

you wouldve tagged her

who.

overprotective much 🙄

im your older brother its my job, now spill

I will at dinner in a few days

f2updates

liked by user5, user39, usrr93, and 829,839 others

f2updates: in what felt like a rendition of the Norris-Verstappen insident, Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman had a collision in their battled for 2nd, behind Paul Aron in first. The collision caused both to lose significant places in this race, but both were able to return

tagged: no one

landonorris wannabe @/ynverstappen

ynverstappen fuck off Norris

user1 welp cannot wait for the media digs from this

user2 there goes our time of peace

user3 at least this time it was clearly Ollie's fault, I mean he pushed Y/n off

user4 bffr it was a defenive move, maybe she should have stayed straight rather than turn into him? user5 turn into him?? Ollie kept changing his path in turns before and did it again here, all Y/n did was stay on the track rather than turn off

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f2updates

liked by user4, user93, user3, and 839,094 others

f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on their collision today

tagged no one

user1 praying for every f2 driver tonight that they dont run into each other in the hotel or else I fear it may end in a screaming match

user2 just once I need these two to be able to swing on eachother

user3 it'll settle everything once and for all

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ynverstappen

liked by maxverstappen1, paularon_, kimi.antonelli, and 928,845 others

ynverstappen: he's hot, you would do it to

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman I love you schat

ynverstappen I love you too!! Best (almost) year ever, love

user1 im sorry its almost been a YEAR

paularon_ finally im free from this torture

kimi.antonelli you can say that again

ynverstappen nah he's still my #1 opp

olliebearman no one pisses me off quicker 🫶

maxverstappen1 I dont like you. you're not good enough for her. you never will be. I'll personally carve out another appendix so I can't drive you into the barrier if you ever hurt her. y/n you're learning to back flip right now.

ynverstappen a bit much?

olliebearman nope perfect amount, I understand very clearly

landonorris max almost passed out

landonorris please post more im enjoying myself

user2 LMAO LANDO

user3 this was not on my 2024 bingo card

user4 kinda upset we'll never see them swing on each other

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olliebearman

liked by ynverstappen, kimi.antonelli, user1, and 844,294 others

olliebearman: only person id wear red bull for ❤️

tagged: ynverstappen

ynverstappen only person id wear Ferrari for 💙

olliebearman forever grateful 🫶

carlossainz55 im hurt

Charles_leclerc me too

maxverstappen1 Y/n take that off and burn it now.

ynverstappen no 🫶

user1 im crying they work out together 😭

user2 I just wanna know when that second picture was taken

olliebearman before she got caught leaving the Ferrari garage

ynverstappen and y'all believed the outfit change 🤣🫵

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hitechgp and prema_team

liked by ynverstappen, user45, kimi.antonelli, and 834,253 others

hitechgp: I guess we're related now or something??

tagged: ynverstappen, olliebearman, paularon_, kimi.antonelli

prema_team family karting day??

user1 not neither team knowing what to say

ynverstappen so fun!!

kimi.antonelli no not "so fun" so scary you almost killed us for the win

ynverstappen and I looked good doing it

olliebearman yeah you did 😍

paularon_ bring back the Ollie that would've cussed her out over that

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[sinofwriting]

Clingy - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,211 Summary: Ollie just wants to touch his girlfriend. Which is a bit of a problem when the public doesn’t know about your relationship. (Requested)

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Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. The sky is blue, Charles Leclerc is a future world champion, and Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. Those are facts of life as far as he is concerned.

But honestly he dares anyone to not adore her. She’s perfect. Her eyes shine, lighting up and nearly glittering. She listens attentively to everything and everyone. Her hand perfectly fits in his. She always has a sarcastic comment on hand. He has hundreds of thousands of things he loves about her, adores about her, and they all make her perfect.

And it’s hard for him to pick one thing he loves the most about her. There’s the excitement on her face that greets him every time they see each other. Or how she rubs at his earlobe when they fly together. Maybe it’s how she knows all of his favorite things, from snacks, candy, music. But really, it’s the way she lets him cling to her.

He always has to be touching her. It embarrasses everyone they know, the way he just clings to her, gluing himself to every inch of her that he can. His parents, his mom especially, pleads with him to give her space, to let her breath, but he can’t help but touch. Her best friend, every time she sees them, always groans, telling them to get a room. Dino’s face screws up in disgust, usually mock. And she just laughs, running a hand over him, leaning more into him, silently letting him know that it’s fine and that she wants him to touch.

But now, she won’t let him touch, cling, and he pouts.

“Baby,”

He whines, reaching out for her, but she stays where she is.

“Ollie, if you touch me now, you won’t stop.”

“I know.”

Her hand comes up to rub at her chest. “And you can’t do that or fans will find out.”

He shakes his head. “They won’t! We’re only around Prema and they all know not to post photos of us.”

She looks unsure.

“No fans will be able to see us. Please let me hold you. And I’ll stop as soon as we leave this area.”

She still looks unsure but opens her arms, stepping forward and he quickly meets her.

His arms wrap around her tight, hands finding their way underneath her shirt, to get some much-needed skin contact.

“This is so much better.” He breathes, eyes closing as he lets the feel of her wash over him.

Thirty minutes later when they move to go to Prema’s motorhome, he doesn’t stop touching her. His arm slung around her shoulder, keeping her close as he kept dipping his head down to brush his lips across the top of her head, no matter how difficult it makes it to walk. He’s so wrapped up in her, and her in him, they both fail to notice the person taking a picture of them.

Then later when it’s dark and all the fans and press are gone, only the teams are allowed to still be at the track, a group of them all go to where the fans sit on camping chairs and blankets, sitting on the grass somewhat close together.

“This is nice.” She murmurs.

He smiles, moving a little so she can rest against him. “Isn’t it? We don’t get to really ever hang out like this. I mean at restaurants and clubs, sure. But there’s never this many of us at the track together and chilling.”

She looks around at the drivers that came with.

Dino, Paul, Jak, Christian and Pepe are all throwing something at each other. Luke watches them and is clearly trying not to laugh as they keep nearly dropping whatever they are throwing. Dennis is fiddling with his phone that’s connected to the speaker he brought, Arthur standing behind him also looking at the phone screen.

“It’s a good group.”

He laughs, “well, I would hope so since they are all my friends.”

“You have more than I thought. Track friends.” She clarifies. “When we first got together, I thought maybe you’d have two or three. But you’ve got nine, they all are amazing.”

“It’s too bad Fred couldn’t be here.”

“Yeah.” She agrees. “But we’ll see him next week.”

He doesn’t really think about the day. It was just a normal Thursday, it was whatever. He went over the data he needed to, did a few interviews, did some funny stuff for socials. The two things that stick out are her being there and him being able to cling to her and the hangout they had.

He wakes up on Friday to his girlfriend not beside him, but rather standing at the foot of the bed. “What happened?”

“A fan took a picture of us yesterday. And Christian posted a few photos on his Instagram story last night and in the very background you can see us.”

“Fuck.” He breathes.

“Yeah.”

“We’ll just have to be a bit more careful today.” He finally says, sitting up.

She gives him a look, “I think it might be best if I stay here for the rest of the weekend, or just stay away from the track.”

“What? No!”

“Baby, I love that you want to touch me all the time. I would never change that about you.” She tells him, moving onto the bed and holding his hand. “But, we are supposed to be secret. And y’know, we tried me coming to a race and now we know that we can’t do that.”

He thinks about her words for all of a second before shaking his head. “No.”

“Ollie.”

“No.” He tells her. “I know that we were supposed to wait until like August to be public, but it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know that I’m signed with Haas for next year. And I’ve already signed the contract with them. They can’t rip it apart because of this.”

He sighs when she doesn’t say anything, carefully taking her face in between his palms. “Let me worry about what Haas might or might not do. This is on me after all for being clingy.”

Her hands come up, fingers wrapping around his wrists. “I love that you’re clingy.”

Ollie smiles, blood rushing to his face at the quiet words. “It will be okay.” He tells her, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Promise.”

“Okay.” She agrees, smiling at him. “Just promise me that you won’t put your hand in my back pocket.”

His eyes widened, “You can’t ask me to do that. That’s like asking me not to kiss you.”

Her nose wrinkles as he presses a kiss to it. “I can ask that. I don’t think we need pictures of us with your hand on my ass.”

He pouts, hands moving from her face to her hips, giving them a squeeze. “But it’s so nice.” He whines before sighing. “Fine. But only if I can put my hand under your shirt.”

“Well, I can’t deprive you of everything.”

“Exactly.” He grins.

She shakes her head, but there’s a smile playing on her lips as she gets off the bed, extending a hand out to him. “C’mon baby, let’s get ready for our first appearance as a couple.”

[fastandcarlos]

Stuck With Me : ̗̀➛ Jack Doohan

summary: as jack signs his contract with alpine, you soon realise that actually you’re pretty happy to be stuck with him on the team for a little while longer

pairing: jack x f1academy!reader

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jackdoohan: always fun spending race weekend in the garage and learning, thank you as always alpine for having me, plenty learnt to take with me moving forwards 🏎️💙

27,052 comments

username1: I wish it was you we got to see in that car instead 😭

estebanocon: awesome to see you, good luck for the rest of the season ☺️

username2: buzzing to see you back in the garage again jack!!

liam.lawson: sweet talk them some more and you might just get a seat 😉

jackdoohan: @/liam.lawson saw right through me huh 😂

username3: wishing that alpine saw how talented you really are and signed you up 💔

ynusername: nice to see you, and maybe show you a thing or two too 😂

jackdoohan: @/ynusername I’m always learning from you 😊

username4: alpine are so damn lucky to have you 🥺

username5: not long until you’ll be behind the wheel jack 🤞🏻

pierregasly: thanks for all your help on the car this weekend!

username6: please make sure you’re at the rest of the races this year, you’re my favourite face on the screen

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ynusername: another race, another win!! so proud to have got the win here in zandvoort and get plenty of momentum behind me moving forwards as we look to finish off the season strong 💪🏻🏆

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username7: you were amazing out there today 👏🏻

racerbia: can you save some race wins for the rest of us??? 😘

username8: so proud of you yn, controlled that race from start to finish!!

jackdoohan: who knew you were so talented 🤯

ynusername: @/jackdoohan my parents always believed in me thank you very much 😭

username9: formula 1 academy world title pending…⏳

pierregasly: good job out there, glad I got to watch you race again ☺️

username10: can’t believe I finally got to watch you race today, you were electric ⚡️

dorianepin: congrats yn, I’ll get ya next time 😂

username11: you never fail to make your fans so proud 🥺

olliebearman: that race was awesome, you gotta show me how you handled turn 2 like that for next year!!

ynusername: @/olliebearman gimme a time and date and I’m there 😂

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liked by liam.lawson, oscarpiastri and 58,401 others

jackdoohan: a week off means getting plenty of recovery in and getting back of the waves. amazing to spend it with my favourite person too 🫶🏻

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username12: I’m sorry since when were you a taken man???

oscarpiastri: I’m just going to pretend that middle photo doesn’t exist 😭

username13: you can’t just throw something like this at us jack wtf!

arthur_leclerc: I thought I was the only lover in your life 😭

jackdoohan: @/arthur_leclerc you’re my one true love, this is just a fling bby

username14: you mean to say our fictional relationship can’t come true now 😭

liam.lawson: there’s a whole chapter we seem to have missed out here my friend…

jackdoohan: @/liam.lawson I’ll fill you in at the paddock 😘

username15: have I ever told you how much I hate soft launchers!?

danielricciardo: proud of ya kiddo 😉😉

username16: I want to say congrats but inside my heart is breaking 💔

ynusername: that’s some pretty cool waves you’ve got yourself there 🏖️

jackdoohan: @/ynusername waves aren’t the only thing I’m riding this holiday 🙃

username17: not me more focused on how incredible that body looks in a swimsuit 😂

kimi.antonelli: are we just going to pretend that this middle photo doesn’t exist??

username18: as long as you’re happy jack, most of us fan girls are happy for you too 🥺

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jackdoohan: such a proud day for me and my family to share that i have officially signed to drive with the alpine f1 team next year. thank you to my team, family and friends for constantly supporting me through the years 🏎️💙

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olliebearman: can’t wait to enter my rookie era with you 😘

jackdoohan: @/olliebearman wouldn’t have it any other way sweetie 😘

username19: there’s never been anyone more deserving of a contract than you!

pierregasly: can’t wait to drive alongside you next year - it’s gonna be awesome!!

username20: can’t wait to see you out on the grid next year 🤩

oscarpiastri: congratulations future formula 1 driver 🤝

username21: you and pierre are gonna be the dream team i can already tell 🤩

ynusername: congratulations ✨ can’t wait to have you officially as part of the team!

jackdoohan: @/ynusername guess you’re officially stuck with me now 😂

username22: can’t wait to be your biggest fan for all the races next year 🥹

username23: future world champion for sure!!!

danielricciardo: another aussie on the grid 🇦🇺🦘

username24: we’re all so proud of you jack, you’re gonna smash it 💪🏻

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ynusername: end of the season and new adventures on their way. looking forward to the next four weeks with my favourite human being 🥺

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username25: wait since when has this been a thing!? 🤯

racerbia: really out here living your best life ain’t ya? 👑

username26: have i woken up from sort of dream to see this 🤔

jackdoohan: what sorta boyfriend would take you out on a zip line like that? 🤔

ynusername: @/jackdoohan definitely one cooler than you 💆🏻‍♀️

jackdoohan: @/ynusername good job I’ve got my own girlfriend to explore with then 🥺

username27: so glad to see you enjoying your break so good yn 🥺

username28: what is it with drivers and teasing us about their partners 😭

landonorris: since you won the championship you’ve really gone for that aesthetic blog look eh!? 👏🏻

username29: as impressive as that last photo is, my eyes can’t look away from the middle 👀

hausmann.tina: idk what your secrets are but I need to know them asap 😂

username30: favourite human…who is this favourite human you speak of???

pierregasly: please do not break a bone on holiday or alpine will lose their minds 😁

username31: all I want is to know who the lucky guy is…

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ynusername: starting off the season strong with pierre, whenever you fancy showing your face around here @/jackdoohan that would be lovely 😂

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username32: not jack already being thrown under the bus by his fellow drivers 😂

olliebearman: nothing like impressing the bosses on the first day jack 🤦🏻‍♂️

username33: anyone else think jack and yn seem to be suspiciously close to each other 🤔

pierregasly: at least I can rely on you to be on time yn 😂

ynusername: @/pierregasly 🫡🫡🫡

username34: why do I get the feeling pierre and yn are gonna gang up on jack this year 😂

kimi.antonelli: you get used to his poor time keeping I promise you yn ⏳

username35: it really is pick on the rookie season rn!

jackdoohan: some of us wanted to take the time to make sure we look presentable rather than like we just rolled out of bed ☺️

ynusername: @/jackdoohan that’s a harsh thing to say about pierre 😂

username36: I am OBSESSED with the interactions between these two!!!

username37: you know when someone pretends to be mean to distract from something…I wonder 🤔

estebanocon: sure you’re not missing me yet???

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ynusername: i guess i can’t keep him a secret forever 🥺💞

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username38: how did no one actually figure this out 🤦🏻‍♀️

olliebearman: at least I don’t need to ask you how your summer break was anymore…

pierregasly: everyone please pray for me having to work alongside these two 🙏🏻

username39: okay but it’s undeniable that these two look incredible together

jackdoohan: I loved being your little secret, but I love being your boyfriend to the whole world more 💕

username40: I thought they hated each other, turns out they love each other 😂

dorianepin: breathing through the pain of knowing you didn’t tell me about this 💔

ynusername: @/dorianepin I’m sorry just didn’t want to risk anything 🥹

liam.lawson: thank god I don’t don’t have to keep my mouth shut anymore 🤐

username41: they really managed to fool us all…

oscarpiastri: wow you two did not hang around did you 😂

username42: imagine having to be the poor head of pr at alpine right now 😬

danielricciardo: ik I joked that f1 was good for the ladies jack but this isn’t what I expected 😂

jackdoohan: @/danielricciardo what can I say, when you know, you know 💞

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liked by danielricciardo, landonorris and 97,402 others

jackdoohan: an f1 contract wasn’t the only prize I managed to bag myself last season ❤️🌊

24,958 comments

username43: not jack coming at us with the cheesiest caption known to man 😂

arthur_leclerc: I don’t even recognise you anymore 😂

ynusername: turns out you signing for alpine was a pretty cool moment for both of us 🥺

username44: damn he really is a man in love!

username45: already obsessed with this duo and what they’re gonna do on the track this year

pierregasly: fyi there’s a clause in your contract that bans pda in the paddock (definitely didn’t just make this up!)

username46: we need a ship name asap 🛳️

landonorris: the real question though is which prize was better? 😉

jackdoohan: @/landonorris you don’t even need to ask 💕💕

username47: how did none of the grid manage to figure this out!?

username48: this is certainly one way to make sure everyone knows your name 😂

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[andcars]

# 𝗙𝗖𝟰𝟯 ─── MAKE IT UP OFF-TRACK MASTERLIST . . . REQUEST ME . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3

YOU'VE RACED WITH HIM AND you've been under him. still, it hurts you when he outqualifies you. it almost hurts as much when you both still think you're just fuck buddies. ────── original prompt req.

PROMPTED DIALOGUE . . . # “You’ve been staring for a while” PROMPTED TAGS . . . # praise kink, rivalry, friends with benefits, jealousy ADD. TAGS . . . # quickie vibes, sex in the hospitality, author has a language kink, but also deepl translations WORD COUNT. . . # 1.6k

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P11. Fucking P11.

Everyone else is in the garage as you come in, all angry and disappointed. You were tenth of a second behind P10 and you weren't able to push it on the last lap because you went off track limits.

What’s done is done. You can’t work with a car that clearly doesn't wanna work with you. The better part of you wants to let this go and simply rest for tomorrow. Call it a day. Think of how to dominate tomorrow. Sleep it off.

But Franco walks to the garage at P7 and proceeding into Q3. The plan gets thrown away immediately.

You don’t hate the guy, of course not. You’ve met him times before when he was still in F2. If, of course, meeting him included hotel rooms and secluded bathrooms. You met him a lot, if so.

It’s not his fault that he’s better than you, as of now. You should be happy, really. But fuck, it should hurt how some rookie is better than you in a car you’ve driven for a year.

Despite all of this anger bubbling in you, you can’t stay mad at him. You could never stay mad at him, you think. Yet it hurts all the same.

You look away as your eyes meet. Not giving him a chance to even confront you or attempt to comfort you, you leave.

It’s pivotal now to talk with your strategist. He’s expecting you, unfortunately. Knowing damn well that your next duty was to come to him to see how to improve your performance, he already had your data pulled up.

Your, and their, wrongs are being talked into your ear and out the other. The farthest screen turns black, and you see Franco in the reflection. His blurred figure is towards you, his panting from the race still evident on him.

It’s difficult to pretend to care about racing right now. It’s not like they say anything different anyway. The rear wings are fucked, the tyres are fucked, the wheel can’t turn, and your head is just in the wrong direction. All the same things said before.

To the driver’s room you go. Q3 starts and you don’t do anything. The TV screen shows the delayed race as the crowd cheers from the opposite sides of the wall. Franco is in danger, with Mercedes finally coming out from the pit—you don’t expect anything more.

After the stretched minutes alone in your room, a knock comes on your door.

You say, “I’ll be out soon, tell James to get some patience,” with your head in your phone. No fucking way you’re going to be dealing with them while you’re still pissed.

The door opened and you grunt. Looking up, Franco was grinning at you.

“I’m also hiding from Jego,” he says, the grin on his face annoying, “can I come in?”

“And we both get caught?” It doesn’t matter what you think, he puts his feet in anyway.

The couch is uncomfortable. If they aren’t spending money on the car, they might as well spend it on the seats. With you laying across the couch, he kneels between your legs. You raise an eyebrow at him as he undresses his fireproof suit.

You ask, “You seriously wanna fuck?” and he laughs.

“¿Me dirás que no? (Will you tell me no?)” he murmurs, getting on top of you with his hips pressing against your ass. “Did you know I placed 6th today?”

“Mhm.”

“No?” He places a kiss on your cheek. “Didn’t watch me? What were you doing in here?”

His lips ghost over your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a small shiver down your fine. You know he felt it when he chuckles in your skin.

“Getting fucked my brains out,” your voice is flat. “What were you doing out there?”

“Ah, amor (love), you won’t get me like that,” he whines and kisses you once in one side. Then twice the other. He says, “You are so mean though, telling me things like this. Do you wish you were with someone else? Hm? ¿No me querés más? (You don’t want me any more?)”

Franco comes up to part your lips open with his tongue. You gasp a little, your arm limp over his back. His mouth wide open, chest pressed against yours, tongue just brushing against your lips, he says—

“Quiero coger. Te quiero comer a besos. Quiero que me hagas tuyo, mi amor. Don’t go making me jealous because you are.” (I want to fuck you. I want to lavish you with kisses. I want you to make me yours, my love)

His hand is gentle on yours, playing on the hem of your pants as his kisses turn wet. Desperate. Loving. It hurts you how careful he is with you when you spent the past hour hating him in your head.

And he’s always so gentle. He always used to ask you if you liked it, his words almost always in Spanish. As if he’s lost in you, he doesn’t know what words to use.

He no longer needs your permission now. A finger rubs between your clothed cunt as his hand pushes your shirt up to hold your tits. He moans more than you, in love with your body.

“So good,” he murmurs, “don’t ever look for anyone else. For me, please?” You moan against his cheek as he focuses on rubbing your clit through your pants. “I can make you feel so good. Amor, I can be yours.”

In moments like this, he’s too drunk on sex to know the words he’s spewing. He reaches for the lube and condom hidden in your desk. His movements are sloppy. You swear he struggles a little in opening the cap up.

He asks you something in Spanish. It’s out of your vocabulary, so you tilt your head.

“I don’t need to prepare you, right? You’re still loose?” You can see his hips grinding against the palm of his hand. His cheeks are flushed, and you see drool coming down his chin. It’s pitiful.

You nod. “Yeah, just give me a bit to adjust if you wanna—fucking hell.” It’s out of your control when you laugh. Franco eagerly shoves his pants down alongside yours.

“What has gotten you so eager?” you ask.

“I got P6,” he smirks. That little fucker.

His cock is rubbered and wet when it enters you. He moans loud as your hand comes to his cheek. It’s catlike, the way he goes soft against your hold.

Shifting slowly, he grinds inside of you. The soft rubbing inside your walls almost has you mewling. But you keep your eyes on him, ignoring the pooling pleasure between your legs.

Telling him, “You’ve been looking at me,” has his lips pouting. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were in love with me.”

“I am in love with you,” your cheeks flush, and you’re not sure if it’s the sudden thrust of his cock or his words. “I’m in love with the way you race, how you over-perform a dying car, how you move.”

His eyes drop to where you two meet, jittering his hips a little. With the quick thrusts, you’re caught off guard and moaning out his name. He looks very satisfied with it.

“Oh, amor—” his words turn gibberish to you as he starts to move. His pace is uneven, driven by the thought to take you carefully and the urge to bring the both of you to climax. Not a single word is getting into your head.

But his voice is so loving. He’s panting between every other word, lips pouted and eyebrows furrowed. His voice is getting louder, and you put your hand against his mouth.

“Shut - oh, God… Shut up,” you whine, feeling the cockhead rub against your g-spot. “You’re so fucking… good. Just like that, fuck me.”

He shuts up when he goes down to kiss you. Both his arms wrap around you, embracing you as he finds the right angle to make sure you’re still getting stimulated. His hair is rubbing against your clit, the little tickle in them getting you to moan a little louder.

You feel dizzy. It’s not the lack of air during the kiss, you know it. He’s just holding you close to him while he takes you like you’re his lover. Your heart curls in itself, punishing itself for its own stupidity.

But fuck, you want to focus on the now. The way his hands are going up and down your back, soothing you as you get lost in the pace of his thrusts. The way his body towers over you, completely enveloping you in his hold. 

“I’m gonna—” he gasps, his pace barely slowing as you assume he cums inside of you. You whine when he bottoms inside.

Franco knows you. He knows you too well. He grinds inside of you before pulling out. Still, he doesn’t let you think another thought before he’s flicking your clit.

“Shit, fuck, Franco!” he smiles under your silent praise as his other fingers tease at your hole. “I’m gonna cum too. Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”

He only leans down to spit on your pussy, easing the rub as you’re moving your hips along him. You cum with your back arched and your hips off the couch. His hand stills on your clit as his eyes are fixated on the way cum leaves your pussy.

You drop back down when he places your hips on his lap. “Don’t get it dirty,” he reminds you, tying the condom and throwing it in the bin. “It’s embarrassing to explain to the cleaners.”

His humour comes in at the worst moments. You grunt and he only laughs. “It’s not even funny. You’re just telling the truth.”

“It’s funnier in Spanish,” he promises.

You think about how it probably sounds just about the same.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . first time writing for bro ! i'm so open to writing more of him so i added him in my taglist options, so if you wanna be tagged for future fics of him 👀 you know what to do . if you already sent me a form before , you can resend another with him included ! anyways , fixing up the next few fics soon . ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff

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Just A Prank

Franco Colapinto x Fem!reader

minor angst and a lot of fluff

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The day began like any other. You and Franco had both slept in, rare and cherished moments of rest squeezed between the constant hum of his career as a Formula 2 driver. Lately, every moment together felt extra special—his season was nearing its end, and with it, the uncertainty of what would come next loomed ever closer.

That morning, you both lounged on the sofa, Franco’s head resting comfortably in your lap as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy dark hair. You could feel the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body leaning into yours. He seemed unusually relaxed, but you could also sense an underlying tension—like he was holding something back.

“Do you want to go out for a walk later?” you asked, trying to pull him out of his pensive silence.

Franco looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’d rather stay like this for a bit longer,” he murmured, leaning up to steal a kiss. “Besides, who knows when I’ll get the chance to do this again.”

“Franco, don’t be so dramatic,” you chuckled, but his words stirred something inside you. You both knew the competitive nature of racing, the constant push to perform, and the slim chances of moving up to Formula 1. He’d been hoping, of course, but you could feel the weight of the uncertainty. It had been pressing on both of you, silent and unspoken.

As the day wore on, you found yourself nestled in the little routines that made life with Franco feel so complete: cooking breakfast together, debating which show to watch, laughing over silly inside jokes only the two of you understood. The hours passed, and you found comfort in his presence, a sense of home you never thought you’d find so soon in life.

Then, in the early afternoon, Franco’s phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the quiet, and he tensed immediately.

“Hold on, amor,” he said softly, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the screen. “It’s my boss… I need to take this.”

You watched him slip into the next room, closing the door behind him as he answered. You felt your heart rate pick up, your mind running through a million scenarios. You knew he’d been anxiously awaiting some news about next season, but he hadn’t said much—always downplaying it, always acting like it was no big deal. Yet you could tell it mattered to him more than he let on.

Minutes ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. You strained to hear snippets of his voice, but it was muffled behind the door. Your stomach churned with nerves, and you hugged a pillow to your chest, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.

Finally, he emerged, his face unreadable. You searched his expression, looking for any hint of what he’d heard, but he just sighed, walking toward you with a faint smile.

“So…” he said, plopping down beside you, trying to look nonchalant. “Looks like next season… they’re, uh, bringing someone else in to replace me.”

The words landed like a stone in your chest. “What?” you whispered, wide-eyed with disbelief. “Franco, no—there’s no way! You’ve been amazing this season! Who would they possibly bring in that’s better than you?”

He shrugged, looking away, his face somber. “Apparently they want a different direction or something.”

Anger bubbled up inside you, your face heating as you struggled to keep your composure. “I’m sorry, but that’s insane. You’ve worked so hard, Franco. You don’t deserve this! It’s not fair!”

Franco bit his lip, struggling to contain a grin. You were too furious to notice.

“I’ll call them,” you continued, clenching your fists. “I’ll go down to the paddock myself if I have to and demand answers. They don’t realize what they’re giving up.”

“Y/N,” Franco interrupted softly, his voice trembling slightly with laughter, “it’s a joke.”

You froze, trying to process his words. “A… a joke?” you repeated, blinking in confusion.

He laughed, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace, his whole body shaking with laughter. “Yes, cariño, a joke! They didn’t replace me. They actually… called me up. I’m going to F1.”

For a second, you couldn’t speak. Relief and shock hit you in equal measure, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to spill over. You blinked, your mind racing to catch up. “Wait, Franco, are you serious?”

He nodded, his eyes shining with excitement, a look you’d never seen before. “I am. I didn’t want to get my hopes up until I knew for sure. But yes… I’m moving up to Formula 1.”

“Franco!” you gasped, grabbing his face in your hands as the reality of it set in. Pride, love, and pure joy swelled in your heart, and you leaned in, pressing a fierce, grateful kiss to his lips. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. “So… do you still want to go to that fancy dinner? I think I could use a celebration.”

You didn’t need any more convincing. After changing into something special for the occasion, you spent the rest of the evening out together, every laugh and glance shared over the candlelit table a reminder of the journey you’d both been on together, and the exciting path that lay ahead. It felt surreal, like a dream you both dared not wake up from.

The restaurant was perfect—a quiet, candlelit spot with a warm ambiance, the kind of place where you felt like the world outside melted away. It was just you and Franco, tucked into a cozy booth with glasses of deep red wine glinting in the soft light. You both had eyes only for each other.

As you sat down, Franco took your hand, his fingers warm and familiar as they laced through yours. He began tracing soft, invisible circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, a simple gesture that sent gentle shivers up your spine. You caught yourself smiling, wondering if he realized just how much these little touches meant to you.

“Who are you most excited to see on the grid?” you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. You knew he had a few favorite drivers, people he looked up to and couldn’t wait to work alongside. The mere thought of him among the ranks of those he admired filled you with pride.

“Ah, I can’t lie,” he said with a grin, leaning closer. “It has to be Alonso. To think that I’ll be racing alongside him… It still doesn’t feel real. And Verstappen, too—I’ve watched them since I was a kid, you know? To be up there with them, fighting for positions on the same track…” He shook his head, a little awestruck, and you could see the light in his eyes, that spark of a dream coming true.

You squeezed his hand, feeling his excitement wash over you like a wave. “It’s everything you’ve worked for, Franco. And you deserve it more than anyone.”

He gave you a bashful smile, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. “I’d never have made it here without you, Y/N. You’re my biggest supporter, and that means the world to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you murmured, brushing his cheek softly. “It’s just… I’m so happy to see you finally getting what you’ve dreamed of. It’s going to be incredible, Franco.”

The two of you settled into an easy rhythm of talking about the future—where he’d be traveling, who he’d meet, the circuits he was most excited to race on. He laughed as he recounted stories of watching past races as a kid, how he’d imagined himself on those tracks, feeling every turn and straight as if he was already there.

“To celebrate,” he began, leaning back with a mischievous smile, “we should travel somewhere just for us. No circuits, no media. Just the two of us, like old times.”

Your eyes lit up. “Like a real holiday?”

He nodded. “Exactly. We could go somewhere quiet, off the grid. A beach, maybe. Just us, some sunshine, no worries.”

“Let’s do it,” you said, a smile spreading across your face. “After your first race, we’ll sneak away and have our own little victory tour.”

Franco laughed, shaking his head. “It’s a date, then.” He raised his glass in a toast, and you clinked yours against his, both of you laughing, a gentle warmth in the air as the wine brought out the color in his cheeks.

As he sipped, he looked at you thoughtfully. “What about you, Y/N? This is going to be a huge change. Are you ready for all the travel, the media, the madness?”

You felt his fingers lace through yours a little tighter, a look of genuine concern crossing his face. You took a breath, holding his gaze. “Franco, I’ll follow you anywhere. This is your dream, and I want to be there to support you every step of the way. I’ll be right there, cheering you on, reminding you to eat, helping you decompress after every race. Whatever you need.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his face softening, his eyes full of that love that had been there from the beginning. “I’m the luckiest guy alive, you know that?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice caught as you noticed something over his shoulder. At a table just across the room, seated side by side with familiar expressions of pride and warmth, were your parents. They were dressed for the occasion, looking right at you with knowing smiles, raising their glasses in your direction.

“Wait… are those… my parents?” you whispered, glancing back at Franco, utterly bewildered. “What are they doing here?”

But when you turned back to him, Franco was no longer in his seat. Instead, he was down on one knee beside you, his warm hand still holding yours. In his other hand, he held a small, velvet ring box, his face a mixture of nervousness and undeniable love.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft yet steady. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were something special. You’re my best friend, my rock, and the reason I’ve been able to dream as big as I have. I can’t imagine facing any of life’s twists and turns without you by my side. I want to spend every lap of this life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the enormity of the moment crashing over you. You could feel the warmth of his hand still holding yours, the love in his gaze steady and unwavering. You could only nod, whispering, “Yes, Franco. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The restaurant broke into applause as he slid the ring onto your finger. He rose to his feet, pulling you close, and you laughed through your tears, burying your face in his shoulder as the joy of it all overflowed. It felt as though time had stopped, as though the two of you were the only people in the room.

When you pulled back, your parents were there, wrapping you in hugs, congratulating you both. You looked back at Franco, his eyes never leaving yours, that same quiet joy radiating from him.

In that moment, you knew that no matter where this life took you, every twist and turn would be worth it because you’d be facing them together.

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Sleepy

Summary : You're always tired, and Paul's always there to make sure that you get enough sleep even if it means missing him race.

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1.2 k

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A/N: This is for my sleepy people who like me always need a nap or two during the day.

When you first started dating Paul it didn’t cross your mind to tell him how tired you actually got because it was never something that got in the way until you started following him to Grand Prix’s. Going with him was rare because your studies came first, and he understood that thankfully, there were times when you could still be together. 

But this weekend you’d joined him at the Monaco Grand Prix because well it’s Monaco. You’d decided to stay in the hotel room for practice catching up on the work that you’d missed during your journey to Monaco. 

For qualifying you’d gone down to the Hitech garage sitting in the dressing room for Paul and his teammate Amaury. Sitting down as you watched Paul getting suited up with your eyes closing due to a mixture of being tired and the jetlag that was still catching up with you. 

Paul walked over, pushing a couple of strands out of your face as you looked up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest 

“Why didn't you say that you're feeling tired, armastus?” He asked softly (Love) 

“I was feeling okay until I sat down and stopped doing anything” You explained, and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple 

“Please have a nap while I’m at quali” You sighed 

“I want to watch you though baby” You looked up at him as Paul ran a hand through your hair 

“I know you do, armastus, but remember what happened last time you stayed up to watch me?” He asked and, you nodded, looking down a little 

“Yeah I remember” You had gotten overtired at the last Grand Prix that you’d attended and almost ended up passing out, walking back to the hotel. 

“Okay so please just have a nap, armastus. I promise that I’ll give you a lap by lap when we get back to the hotel room and even though I know you’ll fall asleep listening to me but then I at least know you’re safe” You nodded looking up at him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips 

“Be safe out there baby” You smiled up at him 

“You know I will be” He smiled, kissing you before leaving the room, and you moved to lay down on the massage table in the middle of the room, waving to Amaury as he left. 

You slept for the whole of qualifying and through the debriefs, only waking up when you heard Paul and Amaury talking about the car as they walked back into the dressing room. You rubbed your eyes as you looked over in the direction of the voices. Both boys placed their helmets and water bottles down, a clear sign they hadn’t been there long. Paul looked over a smile forming on his face as he saw you awake. 

Keeping up his conversation, he walked over sitting on the massage table next to you as he rubbed a comforting hand across your back. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the comforting touch and the comforting sounds of his voice. 

You hadn’t realised that while Paul was sitting there that you’d actually fallen back asleep again under his touch and warm voice. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm in general. Paul had crouched down in front of you once he was ready to leave for the day, gently rubbing your arm and pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Armastus it’s time to go home” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stirred awake. Looking about to get your surroundings before setting your eyes on Paul, who had a small smile on his face 

“Time to get you back to the hotel darling” He smiled and you nodded sitting up with Paul’s help because he always finds a way to have physical contact with you when possible. 

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep” You whispered, and he nodded 

“I know you didn’t but you did, and that’s okay” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he took your hand and bag, walking out of the dressing room with you. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind about you constantly just wanting to nap and not leave the house. He didn’t care because when you wanted to nap, it meant extra cuddles for him, and he loved the contact even if he was meant to be working. 

There were often times when Paul was meant to be on Zoom meetings however, you wanted a nap, so you came first. He’d sit in bed while you lay with your head on his chest - where he placed it - and he’d do the Zoom meeting on his phone from bed. It didn’t go down well with the higher ups to begin with, but once they realised that he wasn’t ever going to change his setup, they stopped caring. 

Walking through the paddock to the car park felt like it was taking forever. Maybe that’s because you’d just woken up, and you still weren’t quite fully awake, or maybe it’s just because Formula Two really felt like putting their paddock the furthest away from the entrance. 

Paul kept one arm around your waist and his other hand was connected to yours probably making sure that you weren’t just going to collapse to the floor again even though the reason for that had been discovered Paul wasn’t having it. 

“What’s the plans for tonight?” You asked Paul, looking up at him 

“Well I cancelled my gym session because I wanted to cuddle you. I’m doing that in the morning now. So I believe that the night just calls for cuddles and my lap by lap” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was the perfect night. 

And that’s exactly what happened, well kind of. Paul ordered room service with some of your favourite snacks, including fruit, before picking up the blanket and following you around the room with it. 

“Let me wrap you up” He chuckled as you stopped turning to face him, raising your hands up to keep him away 

“I don’t want to be wrapped up” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow 

“That’s not what you said last night” He smirked 

“Last night was different!” You argued, and he shook his head, taking a step towards you, so you took a step back. 

“Was it really?” He asked, taking another step forward, causing you to take one back. 

“It was, and you know it!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. With every step forward he took, you took one back until your back hit the wall 

“Shit” You mumbled as he smirked, closing the gap between you both. Blanket thrown on the couch in the hotel room by now. 

“Nowhere to run now kallis” He smirked, and you looked up at him. His eyes captivating you as you tilted your head a little 

“And what are you going to do about me running away, hmm?” You asked with a slight smirk. His hand came up to hold your jaw in place as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, starting a make-out session between the two of you. 

Eventually, Paul did manage to get you wrapped in the blanket like a burrito after your make-out session lying in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as your eyes started to close, listening to him give a lap by lap about quali. The night was perfect. In fact, the whole day was perfect. 

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ollie bearman x reader + childhood friends to ?

warnings: angst asf, heartbreak, swearing, let me know if there are any more!

part 2

summary: after moving to Chelmsford you meet ollie, the two of you quickly become friends but unfortunately you fall for Ollie. he moves away for f2 and leaves you, until he’s supposed to race in Jeddah. you fly there only to gain more than what you bargained for

type: angst (cliff hanger ending IM SORRY)

a/n: this is just something I wrote because I was sick in bed the last few days, it’s super long but so hope yall like it! Also i’m sorry if it’s bad lol i am still sick and this is just something i wrote for fun to entertain myself. ALSO no hate to Estelle Ogilvy (is that how i spell her last name) i just used her for the plot of the story please don’t come after me.). The name is inspired by “drunk text” by Henry Moodie, please give it a listen it’s such a good song, enjoy xxx

They say that you should always be friends with the person you like before you start to fall for them. Well, that’s one thing you could check off the list if you looked back on your friendship with Ollie. The truth was, being in love with your best friend absolutely sucked. Something people tend to forget is that friends can break your heart too.

6 and 6 

The first time you ever met Ollie was in a library. A week prior to that you had moved to a strange town named Chelmsford. A name that 6-year-old you found difficult to pronounce, to be frank everything in the new town sounded different to what you were used to. The people there spoke with such a different accent to what you were used to, it would take you quite a while to get used to it. As you sat in the back of the taxi with your backpack at your feet, you stared out the fogged up window. The sky was a gloomy grey and the landscape seemed to be an endless plain of sad looking meadows. 

You couldn’t seem to understand why your parents would choose to move to such a sad looking place, it didn’t make any sense. The taxi soon came to a slow stop, the brakes squealing loudly. You glanced out the window hopefully, rubbing the condensation away with your sleeve. Only to be disappointed to see a boring brick building of some sort. It was an odd combination of white wooden window frames and red bricks, like something out of one of those 1600s movies your Father once showed you. You anxiously looked back to your Mother who was watching you as your Father sorted out something with the taxi driver. Upon seeing your unhappy face your Mother chuckled softly.

“I heard that there’s a library just down the street, maybe sometime this week we could visit it.” she offered. You nodded, slightly content. Reading books was something you enjoyed and maybe with a library being close by, not all was lost. 

As it turned out, that boring brick building was your new house. 

Despite having to unpack and sort adult-y things out, your Mother took you to the library just as she had promised. As you skipped down the cobbled road, your Mother held a bright yellow umbrella over your head to shield you from the rain that was pouring down from the cloudy grey sky. 

You pushed upon the heavy front door to the library which also happened to look like a sad white brick square with a pointy red roof, a depressed mushroom if you will. You halted in your steps as giant wood bookcases rose before you, shelves full of books. Never had you ever seen so many books before. In the corner there was a lady sorting things in a trolley with her back turned to you, she still hadn’t noticed you. 

“C’mon, let’s head to the kids section.” your Mother said, taking you by the hand and leading you deeper into the library. Stunned by the amount of books that filled the shelves you couldn’t help but wander off when your Mother told you to stay put while she set up a borrowing card for you. 

Luckily, the children’s section of the library was much more pleasant looking than the eerie hallways of adult books. You scanned the shelves in search of something to read, until you came to a stop. Two round brown eyes among the books blinked from the other side of the shelf, scaring you. 

It was a boy. 

You blinked back, unsure of what to do. So you did what any other 6 year old did when they believed they had found a new friend. 

“Do you want to read with me?” you abruptly asked the boy who was still staring at you with wide eyes. A moment of silence passed before he nodded slowly, the boy rounded the corner. He wasn’t much taller than you with chocolate brown hair and small freckles that spilled over his face like tiny stars. He stuck out his hand, “I’m Oliver. But my friends call me Ollie.” he greeted, a smile taking over his face. His voice sounded odd, like the taxi driver who’d driven you from the airport to your new house. Ollie reminded you of a rabbit with his two front teeth that seemed to take up over half of his face, but you didn’t say anything because your Mother told you that saying things like that wasn’t nice. 

You took his hand cautiously in yours, “I’m Y/N.” you replied slowly. He enthusiastically shook your hand, taking you by surprise as he led you to sit down on the bright coloured bean bags. You watched curiously as he picked a book off the shelf before plopping down next to you again. You peered over as he opened the book to the first page, you frowned, not recognising the book. 

“It’s a book called Where’s Wally (Where’s Waldo if you’re American). You have to find the characters, there’s Wally, Wenda, the wizard guy and Woof - that’s the dog.” Ollie explained to you, pointing to each character on the page. The initial nervousness of meeting another kid, melting away. You began to feel excited as you nodded along while Ollie continued to explain how to play. The two of you spent the next hour doing all sorts of things, talking about favourite colours, favourite animals, reading books, drawing, playing board games together. Both getting along so easily it was as if you guys had known each other forever. That was until you heard your Mother calling your name to go home. 

You stood up, looking down at Ollie who was still seated on a yellow bean bag. He blinked up at you, with those big brown eyes that had scared you only an hour earlier. “I have to go home now.” you told him, a wave of sadness passing between the two of you as you both realised your fun had come to an end. 

“That’s okay, maybe I’ll see you at school.” he suggested hopefully upon seeing your downcast face. You broke into a smile, “Okay, bye Ollie.” you waved slowly as you began to walk away. Ollie waved back with a giant grin on his face as he watched you disappear behind the wooden bookshelves. 

“Hey Mom!” you called out to your Mother as she came into view, she was chatting with the lady who you’d seen at the desk sorting books. She paused and turned to you, “Hey, I was just talking to the librarian, she was saying about how she has a son who hangs out here while she works on the weekend.” 

Putting two and two together you realised that the book lady was Ollie’s Mother. You smiled at the lady, “I was playing with Ollie, we were reading that one book, ‘Where’s  . .  .” You trailed off, racking your brain for the name of the book he’d shown you. 

“Where’s Wally?” the librarian offered, she nodded fondly. “That’s his favourite book.” You grinned up at the lady, looking back in the direction where you’d been playing with Ollie.

“Mom, am I going to the school as Ollie?” you asked, looking up at your Mother. She chuckled softly before nodding, “As a matter of fact, you are.” 

Those golden words were what made you unbelievably excited to begin at your new school. You had barely been able to sleep with the thought of seeing your new friend again, so on that Monday morning you bounded down the stairs to the kitchen. “Good morning!” you greeted both your parents, taking a seat at the dining table, legs swinging off the chair impatiently. 

“Someone’s excited for their first day of school.” your Mother hummed as she set a plate of pancakes in front of you. You nodded, “I get to see my new friend.” you replied as you stuffed your mouth with your breakfast. 

You were basically pulling your Mother through the front gates as you scanned the sea of other children in the same uniform as you. The uniform also happened to be grey, it complimented the terrible weather perfectly. Your eyes fell onto the brown haired-freckled boy from two days earlier, you ran up to him, “Hi Ollie.” you smiled. A giant grin took over the boy’s face, “Y/N!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Where one of you went, the other followed right behind, Ollie helped you adjust to your new school, showing you around and never leaving you by yourself. As the years passed the two of you only became closer, though you would soon find out that that wasn’t the greatest thing. 

13 and 13

As the two of you grew into teenagers, things began to change and not always for the better. Ollie and you still remained close friends, having dinner at one another’s house on Friday’s, walking home together after school and occasionally spending afternoons playing Mario Kart with Ollie’s siblings. Your families were also extremely close now courtesy to both you and Ollie, his younger siblings becoming like your own. But the worst thing? 

You’d caught feelings for Ollie, it had been so sudden almost like it had crept up on you, taking you by surprise. You didn’t understand. It felt so wrong. 

One day out of the blue it hit you like a pile of bricks, you just couldn’t stop staring at him. Absolutely enchanted by him, his chocolate brown hair, those pretty freckles that you’d memorised on his face. 

Ollie was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, so how come you felt these things for him?

To make matters even worse for little 13 year old you, Ollie liked another girl. A girl who absolutely hated your guts. 

What had you done to her? You didn’t know. 

You and Ollie had been having a sleepover when he told you about her, her name was Estelle Ogilvy. She was gorgeous and untouchable, by far the prettiest girl you’d ever seen. You didn’t hold a candle to her and you knew it too. Ollie had been hopelessly in love with her since the start of high school when he shared science and maths class with her. Time and time again he would ramble on about her to you, completely oblivious to your feelings for him. You could only nod along wishing it was you who he was talking about. That’s just how it was, you were stuck in a bubble of unrequited love. So all you could do now was watch from afar as Ollie ran after a girl who you just knew would never like him as much as he liked her. 

15 and 15

Ollie’s karting career really took off in the last few years and you couldn’t have been prouder, those feelings for him still lingered around but you’d come to terms that he’d never like you in the same way. Because there he was, still stuck on chasing Estelle. You couldn’t blame him, and maybe that’s what you were always just supposed to be, friends. 

Yet you were jealous, something you refused to admit. Jealous of Estelle because oh how you wished to be talked about so fondly by Ollie. To always be on his mind, to be the girl he liked and would never shut up about. You still didn’t understand why you felt this way, in your mind it made absolutely zero sense. Then why did it feel so right when you were by his side, almost like you belonged there next to him? But Ollie being Ollie could just never get a hint whenever you tried to subtly let him know. It sucked because there’s nothing worse than loving someone who’ll never love you the same way. 

18 and 18 

It got worse as the years passed, your feelings for your best friend would just not go away. No matter how hard you tried, how hard you tried to find another boy to fawn over, your gaze would always fall back on Ollie. But he was dating Estelle now, he was in Formula 2 now. It almost seemed like an eternity ago when you first met him in the library just down your street. An eternity ago when you would attend his karting races, cheering the loudest for him in the stands. All of that was now in the past. You barely even saw him now that he had dropped out of school to pursue his career in Formula 2. Now all you could do now was watch from a distance as he looked the happiest you’d seen him in ages.

He was spectacular at what he did, you would watch him race on TV every week no matter what hour the race was or even if you had school the next day. 

Yet inside of you there was a giant hole, a hole that Ollie had left behind when he abandoned you. Abandoned was a bit of a stretch but it was the only word you could use to sum up what you had felt when he left. Ollie had to move to Italy for his career, news that he hadn’t even told you in person, you had to hear it from his Mother. He’d taken your hands in his at the airport as he waited to board his plane and promised you he’d stay in touch, that he’d call every week but here you were with the last time you’d spoken to him being over a month ago. 

You refused to be the first one to reach out to him, you felt like he owed you that much effort at least. So you waited  . . . and waited only for the world to keep spinning while you were stuck in the past. That was until you finally realised that you had never meant as much to Ollie as he had to you. 

19 and 19 - present day 

“Y/N! WAKE UP OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!” your Mother’s voice echoed up to your bedroom, rattling the glass in the window frames. You groaned as you groggily sat up, pulling open the curtains only to be greeted with dark overcast weather, rain pouring down outside. You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you dragged yourself out of bed. It was your second year of university studying mechanical engineering at the biggest university in Chelmsford. It proved to be difficult with its endless nights of staying up doing work but you knew it would be worth it in the end. 

Your university never failed to confuse you and make you late for class with all of its giant identical hallways. You ran down the corridors, heels clacking on the marble floor until you came to a stop at the door to where your lecture was for that day. Slipping through the door you weaved through the seats of the auditorium to find an empty seat. Luckily for you, your friend Bianca saved a seat for you. 

“Thanks.” you whispered only to be shot dirty glares by the students around you. You winced as you looked ahead at the teacher in an attempt to catch on what he was droning on about. Bianca gently nudged you, passing her phone to you. You frowned, eyebrows knitted as you looked down at the screen. A notice on Ferrari's official instagram with Ollie’s face plastered above the words “Oliver Bearman to race in Jeddah this weekend for Carlos Sainz.” 

You narrowed your eyes and huffed, passing the phone back to Bianca who smiled nervously. “What was the point of that?” you whispered, leaning closer to her. Bianca sighed, “You’re not fooling anyone, I know you still have unresolved feelings for him.” she whispered back only to get a loud shushing sound from a nearby student. 

Bianca shot them a glare before turning back to you, “You have to go, I don’t care what you say. You are going. This is his Formula 1 debut, whether you’re still friends with him or not you’ve got to be there for him.” she whispered-shouted, looking at you sternly. You sighed, leaning back into your chair, shaking your head. 

“It’s not the same anymore. He’s clearly forgotten about me, the last time we spoke was last year and he’s been back home 4 times in the last 12 months.” 

Silence hung in the air, only the voice of the teacher rambling on and on about something you still hadn’t caught on about. 

“That Estelle girl, she’s clearly using him. You were his best friend, surely that means something to you both.” Bianca tried again but it wasn’t any use. There was no purpose in bringing up something that you both had clearly tried so hard  to forget about. 

So then why were you here booking a flight to Jeddah to watch your old best friend debut in Formula 1? 

It was something you couldn’t answer and didn’t want to. 

The thing that you hated the most is that you didn’t even think twice before booking those tickets. 

How could you care so much about a person who had so blatantly forgotten about you?

Deep down you knew the answer, it was because to you Ollie was like your home. He was the first person to make you feel like you actually belonged somewhere, he never abandoned you to eat lunch alone at school, he never cancelled plans once you made them, he was a good person, a good friend. 

Or at least he was. 

Were you insane? The answer was yes, yes you were insane. Being here was so crazy; it nearly made you want to turn around and jump on the next flight back home. You were standing in line to go through the gates when you heard someone call your name. You secretly hoped it was Ollie but much to your disappointment it was . . . Arthur?

Ollie had introduced you to Arthur back when they had raced in Formula 3 together. You hadn’t seen him in forever. 

“Arthur?” you questioned as he pulled you into a hug, you hugged him back before pulling away, still unable to believe it was him. 

“I was about to ask what you’re doing here but that would be dumb.” you confessed, only noticing now the massive crowd that was surrounding the two of you. Arthur chuckled before nodding in the direction of the gate, “C’mon, I can get you in, you’ll be my guest.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you began but Arthur was already pushing you through the gates. Walking back onto a race track was like taking a breath of fresh air after being in a car for a long time. You used to accompany Ollie to all of his karting races each weekend in Chelmsford, so being in the stands had become like a second home to you. 

“Are you here for Ollie?” Arthur asked as you walked in the direction of the motorhomes. You caught yourself before you could answer too irrationally, “No, I’m just here to watch the race.” you shrugged, realising how dumb that sounded as soon as it left your mouth. No good person would fly all the way to Saudi Arabia to watch a race if there was a Grand Prix in their own country.  If you wanted to “just watch a race” you could’ve watched it on TV or gone to the Silverstone GP. Arthur only hummed, you knew he had already caught on, it was so obvious it made you want to dig a hole and jump in. 

“Anyways,” you quickly said, eager to move onto a different topic.

“Anyways.” Arthur agreed, looking at you, eyebrows raised. “You can’t fool me, I’ve known it since the moment I met you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “What am I going to say to him?” you asked, looking to Arthur for help. He shrugged, “No clue but you might want to think of something quickly because he’s walking over right now.”

“Y/N?” 

You blinked as you came face to face with the person you wanted to see so badly for the last year and now that you were here facing him it felt like all the air in you had gotten sucked right out. He looked  the same since the last time you saw him. In the last year you wanted to hate Ollie so much but it was impossible because you still loved him and that was the big terrible truth that you refused to admit. 

“Hi. Ollie.” you said, to not let the jumble of words that you’ve kept in since the last time you saw him spill out. Arthur sent you a quick salute, “Gotta go, I’ll see you afterwards, Y/N.” and with that he left you with Ollie in silence. 

“What are you doing here?” Ollie finally asked, he was acting so . . .  so normal. As if nothing had changed between the two of you.

“I’m here because I’m your number 1 fan, remember?” you scoffed, looking up at him. A reminder of the time when you were both 10, Ollie gifted you a t-shirt at Christman with the words: “Ollie’s No.1 fan.” plastered on it for you to wear to his karting races. It was sure to be buried deep in your wardrobe somewhere. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah you are.” guilt written all over his face. 

“Why’d you leave me then? Tell me the truth, did I do something wrong? Was I too normal for you?” you asked, questions pouring out of you. 

“We were best friends, how could you just leave me like that? Do I mean nothing to you? Because you were everything to me, my best friend, the first person who made me feel like I actually mattered to someone, so tell me, why did you abandon me?” 

Silence hung in the air as you stared up at Ollie. You wanted answers, perhaps it would be the only thing that would let you move on from him. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. This was so. . . so unfair. You wanted to yell, scream at him even so he could feel even a fraction of the pain you’d felt in the past year. 

“So that’s it? You don’t even have an explanation?” you asked him, your voice shaking with anger it made your throat ache as you blinked back tears. 

“I waited and waited for you to call me, to even send a message but that was a mistake. You’ll never love me in the same way that I love you.” 

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, Ollie finally meeting your eyes as the three simple words left your lips. 

You’ll never love me in the same way that I love you.

The world stopped like everything had been put on pause as you realised your mistake. You felt like you’d gotten hit on the head with a cricket bat. 

“I have to go.” is all that left your mouth as you turned around. The ground was moving like a spinning wheel - a blurry mess of colours. It made you sick to your stomach as you walked away, your cheeks flushed hot and your forehead sticky with sweat. Ollie didn’t even call out for you, nor run after you for an explanation because it was so blatantly clear what you’d just confessed to him. 

You wished you could hate him, hate the fact that he’d left you, forgotten you like an old stuffed toy, you hated that he didn’t love you. 

You sat on the curb, clutching your knees outside of the entrance to the racetrack wallowing in self-pity. Wiping away tears that just kept falling down your face much to your distaste. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the buildings, the sky now a deep shade of orange. You stared at your feet, it was dumb, you should’ve known that coming here to Jeddah was a mistake. Ollie had moved on, something that you hadn’t done in the last year. You felt so stupid, why did you believe you could repair your friendship?

Why did you-

“Excuse me?” a voice interrupted your train of thought, you quickly wiped your tears and looked up to see Arthur standing beside you, a pitiful smile on his face. You looked away, “What do you want?” you grumbled, folding your arms across your chest bitterly. Arthur sat down beside you, watching you closely as you stared at the trees in the distance. He sighed, “The race is about to start and Ollie’s not coming out of his driver room. Estelle said she’d be here but she’s not and he’s locked himself in.” 

The words hung heavy in the air, “And what does that have to do with me?” you asked flatly. You knew exactly what he meant. But you weren’t going to do that, you were done with Ollie and everything to do with him. 

“You know exactly what it has to do with you. Did you really think Ollie forgot about you that easily? You’re dumber than I thought.” he quipped unhelpfully. 

“Thanks,” you muttered miserably, Arthur winced. 

“What I meant is that you can’t give up this easily, you and I both know how stupid Ollie can be sometimes.” 

You chuckled softly, letting a tiny smile creep onto your face. Arthur wasn’t wrong. When you and Ollie were both 8 you invited him over for Easter to make coloured eggs. It resulted in 20 cracked eggs on the kitchen tiles when Ollie accidentally knocked them off the bench. The two of you had stared at the mess on the ground before bursting out laughing until you were both in tears. It was safe to say that you both spent the next 2 hours scrubbing the tiles and the yolk that had stained the grout in between them. 

“Yeah.” you said softly, looking at the sun that had been swallowed by the top of the palm trees, the stars in the sky beginning to appear as you sat in the light underneath a lamp post. 

“So?”

“Okay, I’ll get him out of the room but after that I’m out of here. I want to go home.” 

Arthur gave you a quick thumbs up as you raised your hand to knock gently on the door to the driver’s room. There wasn’t a reply, only dead silence and that’s when you heard it, crying from inside the room. 6-year-old you would’ve kicked down the door and done anything to get to your best friend. But here you stood outside the room, sending hopeless glances at Arthur who was standing behind you. 

“Ollie?” you called out hesitantly, the crying halted and there was another long moment of silence. You pressed your ear up against the door, waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah?” his shaky voice replied, you breathed a sigh of relief. You turned around, beckoning Arthur to leave you both, he only nodded, mouthing ‘OK’ as he slipped down the hallway. Turning back to the driver’s room you took a deep breath in, you didn’t want to go in. You didn’t think you could face him after what happened earlier. 

“You came,” he said as your hand rested on the handle of the door but there was resistance, it was still locked. 

“Of course, are you okay?” you asked, immediately regretting asking as soon as it left your mouth. You cursed yourself silently as you awaited Ollie’s answer. Soft sniffles came from the other side of the door, “Yeah.” he finally replied quietly but loud enough for you to hear from the other side of the door.

What were you supposed to say to get him out of the driver’s room?

“Everyone’s waiting for you, you can’t stay in there forever.” you gently reminded him, sighing as you sat down, back leaning up against the door. There was another long moment of silence as you rested your head on the door, stretching your legs out for comfort. 

“I don’t think I can do it.” he said, taking you by surprise. The Ollie you’d known wasn’t afraid of anything, he was confident in almost everything he did, almost it seemed. 

“Oliver, you’re being crazy. You are by far the most talented driver I’ve ever seen.” you told him, staring at the roof of the building as you heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “You’re just saying that because you’re my girlfriend, Estelle.” 

You froze as if you’d just been stabbed by icicles, Ollie thought you were Estelle. 

Of course. He’d been expecting her, Arthur had told you before. You scoffed to yourself quietly, you would’ve stood up and left if it wasn’t the fact that you were here to get Ollie out of the driver’s room he had oh so nicely locked himself in. You let out a soft sigh as you racked your brain for what you should say to him. 

“I’m not. It’s the truth, Ollie.” you told him with a heavy heart, feeling as if you were just setting yourself up to get your heart broken all over again. You took a deep breath in, “You are such an amazing driver it’s literally insane, not only that but you’re by far the kindest, most selfless person I know. It’s crazy that you think you can’t do this, because I know that you can. Ferrari chose you to drive for them for a reason, they know what you’re capable of, everyone else does too. I see you and you’re extraordinary, you have this spark inside you that’s amazing. And . . . maybe that’s the reason why I love you. I always have, and when I had the chance I should’ve told you but I didn’t because your friendship has always meant more to me than my own feelings.” you let out a shaky breath, words weighing down on your chest.

“You’re a good person, Ollie. You’ve earned a chance to show the world just how great and insanely talented you are, are you really going to throw it away?” 

You blinked back tears, who knew you could get so emotional after giving such a life changing speech?

You rubbed your eyes gingerly and cleared your throat, allowing yourself to breathe. It was time to leave now, Ollie would have realised by now that it was you who was speaking to him and not Estelle. As you began to get up, leaning against the door for support you heard a click!

Oh shit, was the only thought that went through your mind as you lost your footing and fell backwards, the door frame offering you no help at all as you grasped at it helplessly. You stared up at Ollie as you laid at his feet, a million thoughts racing through your mind. He was in his fireproofs with his race suit tied around his waist as he looked down at you, eyebrows knitted. There were tear stains on his flushed cheeks as he stared at you with those wide brown eyes you’d seen among the books all those years ago. 

“Y/N?” 

a/n: sorry if it was so quick and rushed i just wanted to post something! Thank you if you got the end, ik it was super long for no reason, so thank you! Please let me know what you think, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you and have an amazing day xx

[parkerloves]

FINALLY || JMM21 x GN!Reader

paring: pepe marti x partner!reader

type: smut

request?: yess based on this one

summary: Pepe had a lifelong crush on you, he wanted you to be the person he started it all with, and when you two finally started dating, you decided to make sure it was the perfect first time.

word count: 1.8 K

fc; n/a

warnings: reader is wearing a dress,+ 18, sub!pepe, virgin!pepe, soft!dom!reader?, dry humping, porn with almost no plot, protected penetration, teasing, dirty talk¿ and pet names (baby & pretty boy)

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You had been waiting a few weeks to make everything happen in the way he deserved, after all your boyfriend deserved something special considering that he had saved even his first kiss for you, and it wasn't that you didn't want to touch him from the first moment, it was just that you wanted it to be something special for him.

So you waited for the summer break, knowing that much of it would be spent with you because it was the little quality time you got to spent together, and on one of those days while he was at the gym you took it upon yourself to put your little plan into action.

You had decided to go out to eat, and you decided to put on that dress that he had confessed to you that drove him crazy and left everything at home ready to only have to leave the house when your boyfriend had already changed from the gym.

“Wow… yeah I will never get tired of this dress” he said giving you a little spin and kissing you.

The rest of the night was as amazing as ever, him being first and foremost the reason you couldn't stop smiling and you being the person he had wanted for as long as he could remember.

As always the ride back to your house was by uber, and his lips were glued to yours as soon as you got in the car, because although Pepe respected above all that you wanted to be something private it seemed impossible for him not to be able to kiss you all day.

His hand went to your waist as soon as you gently opened your mouth to let his tongue enter your mouth, something you didn't always allow but he never stopped to wonder why, he just accepted it.

When you two arrived at your house between kisses and small touches, your hand soon went to the collar of his shirt to pull him towards the inside of your house.

“Please” Was the only thing you could hear coming out of the boy's mouth when you were finally inside and he pressed his body to yours with an air of need "I want to- fuck" He murmured against your skin with a moan at the slightest contact he had at that moment "Please I need you"

You smiled against his lips at his words, knowing that he had been trying to get to anything for a few weeks now and he was finally going to get what his body was screaming for.

“Someone has no patience huh?” you smiled before leading him to your room amidst more kisses and inexperienced touches from Pepe, as this was the first time you were letting him go through with it all, but he was too into the moment to wonder why.

A smell that he did not usually identify with your house reached the boy's nose, causing his lips to part from yours for a moment, looking for the origin of that change, and it was then when his gaze came to your room, seeing what you had prepared just for him.

You took very seriously the fact of making that special for him, leaving the room illuminated and scented by some candles (which he himself had chosen without noticing it) plus some flower petals from the flowers that he had been giving you and had fallen over time.

“Glad you like it” You chuckled softly as you noticed how the grip he had on your waist tightened gently and his face went back to hiding in your neck.

“You didn't have to do this.”

“But i wanted to” You kissed his cheek before grabbing his chin to make him look at your face, noticing a soft blush on his cheeks "Now, relax… Let me take care of you" You kissed his cheek again as you led him to the bed.

When he was seated and you were on his lap, it was a matter of a few seconds before his lips met yours again, slipping his arms around your waist to keep you close to him.

Though he didn't put up any kind of resistance when you gently pulled away, as it didn't take him long to notice how one of your hands slipped under his shirt, causing a faint moan to escape his mouth, which got lost in the kiss he was still holding almost desperately.

But Pepe's attempts to keep the volume low began to fail as your lips moved to his neck and your hands began to unbutton his shirt, as there was no longer anything with which he could silence his little sounds no matter how much his lip was caught by his teeth to create a barrier of sorts.

“Don't be shy baby, i want to hear you” You said gently biting his neck, which caused just what you were looking for a whine to come out of his mouth ‘There it is, just like that’ You murmured moving your hands up to his chest to lay him down on the bed.

“Don't be a tease” He practically begged you as instinctively his hips lifted, seeking contact with yours.

“But you look so so cute like this” You replied as you began to unbutton his shirt at a pace that was killing him at that moment.

Pepe's hips rose against yours again, seeking even a little more contact, and this time just to make his situation worse, you moved yours in time with him.

Your hands finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his chest in your view, which although it was something you had already seen countless times the view improved when you had him under you with his eyes closed and his mouth ajar.

“Such in a rush, pretty boy?” you said running your hands down his torso knowing that whatever he was doing you were provoking it.

“Stop- joder- the teasing” He asked opening his eyes softly to put them on you although they soon closed again when your hand rested on his erection "No no no no, please, I need you, need to feel you" His words were cut off by the whimpers that came out of his mouth every time he received any kind of contact from you.

“My baby needs to feel me around him so bad huh?”

“Yes, please, plea-, please, please, I've waited enough” He pleaded with a higher pitched tone of voice than usual and pressing his erection against your body "let me be inside you".

You decided without giving him what he was looking for, getting rid of his pants and underwear before doing exactly the same with your clothes, although in a much slower way, being able to notice Pepe's pleading gaze running over your body.

Finishing with that little torture you returned to the bed, sitting on his lap and causing for the first time your naked bodies to touch, which made you both moan at the contact before bringing your lips together in a kiss.

“Let me put on this first” You murmured into the kiss as you put on a condom you had left on the bedside table in your room on purpose before bringing your lips together again.

You brought Pepe's hands to your waist as you moved your hips up so that you were finally over his cock, letting him get the slightest bit of contact with your entrance that was already begging for attention as well.

You broke away from the kiss long enough to be able to look at him, you wanted to see his face at the same time as you began to lower your hips on him, causing his moans and grunts to join yours.

“That's it, you're filling me up so good” You said once you were fully seated in his lap and he threw his head back again in pleasure, causing you to have to grab his chin to bring his eyes back to you.

“M-move? Por favor?” his head was already starting to go fuzzy and when that happened the two languages he spoke the most would come together in his head, luckily you had known him for long enough to know what he was saying at the time

For once you decided to heed what he was asking the first time around, bringing your hips back up before dropping them against his, a gesture he reciprocated as soon as he understood what was going on.

“God, you feel so- joder, too good” He sat up just enough so he could hide in your neck, but since you didn't want to lose eye contact you grabbed his chin to make him look at you while you kept moving your hips.

It seemed impossible for Pepe's mouth to close at that moment, it was always between open and little sounds that tried to be words came out of his mouth.

To avoid being so loud, his lips stuck to your skin, softly kissing your shoulder and collarbone while his eyes tried to stay on you despite the over stimulating sensations he was feeling at that moment.

“te quiero- i love you, please no pares, don't stop” Your eyes had closed for a moment so you could immerse yourself in the sensation, but you couldn't help but open them again as a smile graced your face as you listened to you

“i love you too baby, you're doing so good.”

You knew it wouldn't last too long as it was his first time, so when after a minute you felt him tighten inside you, you decided to speed up your movements a little.

“hold it for me pretty boy, let me cum with you” You whispered looking down at him from above, winning for a moment his gaze, which was pleading and above all full of pleasure.

He nodded softly before moaning at the intensity of your movements, wrapping a little tighter around your hips and letting you move at whatever pace you wanted, now focusing all his strength on doing what you had asked him to do.

It was costing him hell to do as you asked, as it was not only what he was feeling, but every moan that came out of your mouth knowing that he had provoked it drove him crazy, every time he heard how his hips bumped against yours he knew he wouldn't hesitate much longer.

“I-I'm close, estoy muy cerca, are-are you close?” he asked almost in a stammer as he kept kissing your skin, but he didn't even need a verbal response when without warning your hands went up to his cheeks so you could kiss him again.

That was the last thing he could take before he cummed, letting a little cry choke in your mouth as you slowly slowed your movements, always leaving little kisses on his mouth.

“That was- It was- god, i love you so much” He murmured against your lips as he wrapped his arms around you and lay back down on the bed with you on top of him, pulling out then inside of you.

“I love you too baby”

[ayrtonswnna]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"DELULU" texting au.

⠀2025 rookies x diana pereira (female!rb rookie!oc) platonic.

author begs you: send a request ʚɞ masterlist here

crack — dalia spends too much time online and is decided she needs to live her own grid romance. the nonsense escalates.

warnings: pure platonic and young drivers acting dumb. swearing, F2 plots, just for the funzies.

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Hii, you could do something for Paul. where the reader is an Alpine driver, and all the fans start joking that Paul is joining this year's wag. I don't know, I feel like it would be a lot of fun for both of us

wag or reserve driver? -p.aron

summary: the world sees how you respond to paul being announced as a reserve driver

pairing: paul aron x alpinedriver! fem! reader

a/n: thank you for requesting :)

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alpinef1team

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alpinef1team We are thrilled to announce our reserve driver for 2025 will be Paul Aron! Runner up in the tense 2024 F2 title fight, we can't wait to see what he does for us this year. 🩷

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youruser WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH -> user7 she's so me -> user928 she gets me on a very deep and personal level

pierregalsy 🩷

youruser omg his hair is this picture... -> alpinef1team plz stop thirsting in the comments -> youruser prolly not...

user73 MY BOY! HE'S MADE IT OUT

oscarpiastri welcome to the big leagues buddy :0 -> user82 no way we gt oscar commenting on an alpine post before GTA 6. -> paularon thanks oscar :) -> youruser so you reply to him but not to me????? -> paularon you're beside me.

user81 y/n is so unhinged i love it

user92 @.alpinef1team what was y/n's reaction? -> alpinef1team totally normal :) -> paulron they're lying she burst into tears and I had to calm her down. -> youruser i hope you don't race at all this season.

user02 PAUL ARON IN AN F1 SEAT BEFORE GTA 6

user8 didn't know they were announcing wags now? -> liked by alpinef1team

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paularon

liked by youruser, alpinef1team, pierregasly, and 765,352 others

paularon Wow. What a dream to be part of a Formula One team such as this. Thank you for the opportunity, thank you for the support, and thank you for taking a chance. Let's go racing. 🩷

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alpinef1team our favourite wag :)

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youruser

liked by paularon, pierregasly, landonorris, and 765,873 others

youruser does this bitch always have to copy me???? KIDDING! Yay, Paul is in F1! I'm so proud of my wonderful boyfriend to be coming into the big leagues with me! (ps, i'll pretend to be sick so you get a turn, but only if you actually make the fucking bed, yeah?)

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paularon thanks baby 🩷

user85 i in fact did not beat paul aron to y/n y/l/n comments...

user6 THEY'RE SO CUTE

user02 thank you queen for these wonderful photos of our man -> youruser just doing my duty ladies 🫡 -> paulron i'm just your boyfriend -> user7 incorrect, we're actually married! -> paularon ?????????

alpinef1team love for our favourite driver and wag :) -> paularon ???? I'm your reserve driver??? -> alexlabon nah mate you're just her wag -> youruser HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH -> paularon 👎

user9 the cutest couple together in one team!

pierregasly you're such a trendsetter -> youruser ikr

user6 is that photo from his first win in F2 when he ran over to y/n and hugged her so tight and then kissed her in front of everyone??????? -> paularon Yes, she took that one before I did all of the things you are describing. -> user62 MY Y/NPAUL HEART

landonorris @.paularon make sure franco doesn't steal your girl...🫢 -> youruser sadly I'm into blondes... -> paularon sadly??????? -> youruser no babe i love you just... blonde duded are the lowest of the low. not u tho... ha ha.

francocolapinto vamos! 🩷 -> youruser paws off my man -> francocolapinto i wish there was an eyeroll emoji -> youruser bitch there is 🙄 -> francocolapinto 🙄🙄 -> paularon 🙄🙄🙄🙄

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youruser

liked by paularon, pierregasly, zakbrown, and 1,248,937 others

youruser so i got a podium in australia? wtf? anyhoo, back to work for next week!

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paularon that's my girl! -> liked by youruser

user664 DID YALL SEE THE WAY SHE RAN OVER TO PAUL? SHE LITERALLY JUMPED OVER THE BARRIER TO HUG HIM. UGH I'M SO FUCKING SINGLE

pierregasly MY TEAMMATE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! -> usr9 pierre is such a girls girl

kikagomez my girl ❤️ -> youruser my queen

oscarpiastri podium in an alpine, do i hear goated? -> youruser WINNING HIS HOME GP? DO I HEAR CHAMPION? -> landonorris just say you hate me. -> youruser i fucking hate you. -> landonorris oh... nice.

user92 the way he was looking at her on the podium ❤️ -> user7 he's so pathetic and in love i need to fuck him. -> youruser me. -> user7 GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?????? -> youruser in my own comment section? I wonder.

alexalbon GOATED -> youruser ALBON IN THE POINTS? P5? GOATEDDDDD

user8 i love how the whole grid loves her, she's like their collective little sister ->liked by lewishamilton, fernandoalonso and lancestroll

user234 anyone want to talk about the last slide or? -> youruser idk i ship it -> zhouguanyu same lowkey -> logansargeant same highkey -> user782 LOGAN SARGEANT PROOF OF LIFE?

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paularon

liked by youruser, alpinef1team, oscarpiastri, and 2,176,573

paulron ok i guess i am her wag

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youruser yeah, you're getting it tonight 😈 -> liked by paularon -> francocolapinto PAUSE -> user8 Y/N! -> oscarpiastri omfg please be normal -> pierregasly 🐶 -> landonorris my eyes! -> youruser ok mister netflix and chill. -> user637 LIKED BY PAULARON? bitch why are yall FREAKYYYYY

user347 they're so fucking cute i cannot

user892 he's so in love with her it's insane

zhouguanyu she's literally my goat -> paularon mine too -> arthurleclerc weirdly enough, mine too -> liked by charles leclerc -> fredrikvesti same...

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Kimi Antonelli x Vet Student Reader

face claim: Claudia Cook Gomez

Yn is a vet student who is juggling her life with supporting her formula racing boyfriend. The idea was sent to me by an anonymous user!

"tesoruccia" = little treasure

"tesoro" = treasure

ynln (private)

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ynln you'll never guess who just qualified for an internship next year 😊

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bestie so so proud! You've worked so hard and defiantly earned that internship

ynln I love you!!

friend1 celebration time? @/bestie @/friend2 @/friend3

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bestie celebration time.

friend2 I got the drinks!!

friend3 my place for dinner tomorrow?

ynln ugh I love you guys!!

kimi.antonelli so beyond proud 🤍

ynln 🤍

olliebearman this is so cool!

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lettiemng love you!!

ynln love you too!!

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kimi.antonelli Congratulazioni, ti amo 🤍 (congratulations, I love you)

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ynln 🤍🤍

olliebearman best vet ever in the making 🤩

user1 omg she studying to be a vet

user2 ugh she's so smart

user3 and from the crumbs we get she's gorgeous

user4 Yn I wasn't aware of your game

prema_team thats our girl 👏👏

dinobeganovic 🤓🐶💉

susie_wolff go girl!!

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ynln posted three stories!

captions: (1) The final stretch 🥴 (2) we're done!! @/friend1 @/friend2 @/friend3 (3) 📚➡️👙

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so so proud tesoruccia

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next time me, you, Yn, Estelle??

Sounds great, maybe our next long week at the factory?

Sounds like a plan!!

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Share - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,155 Summary: Ollie just wants to cling to his girlfriend after being away from her for weeks. Their nephew has a different idea. Note(s): Slightly NSFW, Clingy Ollie, Set After Jeddah 2025 (ik ik), oh and this is inspired by the vids of guys coming home and wanting to kiss their wife only for their son to be like, no, that’s my mom!

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Ollie lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door to the apartment behind him.

He was finally home.

He knew he was going to be exhausted after his first ever triple header as a Formula 1 driver but then as if everything in 2024 hadn’t been enough, more surprises and drama had cropped up just one race in and left him nearly scrambling for the final two.

But now he was home and would get to see his girlfriend after the last few grueling weeks.

“Ollie?”

He smiles, “Yeah, it’s me!”

Toeing off his shoes, he kicks them out of the way and steps out of the small entryway into the living room and the breath gets knocked out of him.

God, she was gorgeous.

He nearly runs to her, throwing himself onto the couch beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbles.

Her fingers comb through his hair, “I missed you to bear.”

He pulls away a bit, lips already puckering up a bit when tiny hands are smacking against his side. He jerks away and then a small body is wiggling between him and his girlfriend, legs kicking at him.

“Mine!”

“Noel!”

Ollie looks at the toddler in between them, surprised to see a glare on the normally happy three year old's face.

“Hey buddy.”

He waits for the angry face to turn happy, for the exclamation of ‘Uncle Ollie’ but it doesn’t happen. Noel turns completely away from him, wrapping himself around her.

“What did I do?”

She gives him a sorry look, reaching out to hold his hand where conveniently Noel can’t see. “He’s decided that no one is allowed to touch me. He nearly screamed Joe’s ear off yesterday when Joe tried to hug me goodbye.”

“Oof. How’s Hil feeling about that?”

She rolls her eyes at the mention of Noel’s mom. “She thinks it's great, which is why I’ve had him every day for the past week.” Seeing Ollie’s look, she nods. “Yeah, Joe isn’t happy about it. But they leave today and Joe is off for three days, so I will be off.”

“So, I’ve got to share until bedtime?”

“No share!” Noel chimes in and it’s cute, Ollie even gets it. He loves hugging his girlfriend, everyone and their mother calls him clingy, but he can’t help but already feel tired of it and it’s barely been ten minutes.

He can share, he has shared his girlfriend's attention and affection, but he can’t help but just want her full focus after three and a half weeks away. He hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet and the thought makes him frown.

“No cause papa is gonna be here early. I think I remember something about going out to eat and the park.”

It’s funny to watch the way Noel seems both excited about it but also displeased, already knowing that his favorite and only aunt won’t be coming with.

“Hey, Noel.” His voice is gentle and he pokes at his shoulder. “Could I get a hug from my favorite kid?”

He fully expects Noel to refuse with the way he’s managed to wiggle himself onto Y/N’s lap, but he slowly moves off her lap and hugs him.

“Hi buddy.” Ollie says, hugging him tight. “You been having a fun time with Auntie?”

“Mine.”

“I don’t get to know what you guys have been up to? Have you played race car?”

Noel’s eyes light up and he shakes his head. “No! I want to play!”

Ollie grins, easily standing up and picking him up. His neck aches a bit, but he ignores it as he puts Noel on his shoulders and begins to pace around the living room in laps.

Giggles fill the room and he can’t help but smile, occasionally spinning or making a weird turn that makes Noel claps his hands together before asking him to go faster.

It’s only when he starts to get dizzy that Ollie stops, moving him off his shoulders and holding him upside down.

“I hope he hasn’t been like that long.”

“Papa!” Noel shouts and Ollie quickly rights him and puts him in Joe’s arms.

“Only for a few minutes.” Ollie jokes.

Joe shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, as long as it was only a few minutes.” He looks over at Y/N. “How was he?”

“Good, like always. Still clingy though. He told Ollie that I was his.”

Joe has to stifle a laugh, well aware that Ollie had probably hated that.

“I got to hug her for I think five seconds.”

“Better than me, I got to for maybe a second yesterday before nearly losing an eardrum.”

Ollie sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Tough luck, mate.”

“Very. Alright, bud say goodbye to Uncle Ollie and Aunt Y/N.”

Noel pouts a little and extends his arms out towards Y/N who is now standing.

“Goodbye Auntie.”

She hugs him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bye Noel. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Bye buddy.”

“Bye, Uncle Ollie.”

As soon as the door shuts, Ollie whirls around and is tugging her close, their lips pressing together.

It’s a frantic kiss, desperate, and Ollie can’t help the way his hands slip under her shirt, pressing her closer as his fingers dig into her bare skin.

It doesn’t stay a kiss for long. Clothes fall onto the floor and they barely manage to make it to the bedroom, the bed only a few steps away, but they end up on the floor, bodies pressed as close as they can get.

“Fuck, Ollie.” She breathes later, laying on top of him.

He lets out a breathless laugh, kissing her sweaty brow. “I told you I missed you.”

“You fucked me twice. There’s missing me and then there’s that.”

“Is it bad I want to go again after dinner?”

“If you don’t go again after dinner, you're sleeping on the couch.”

He grins, pressing another kiss to her skin. “Fantastic.”

His fingers trace shapes along her back as they both slowly get their breath back, hearts slowing to a better beat.

“Y’know,” She breaks the silence after a few moments. “You’re going to have to share me.”

“I do share you. I just did with Noel.”

She laughs, kissing his chest. “Yes, and I’m so proud of my clingy bear. But I mean, if we ever have kids and we have a boy. He’ll probably be just like you.”

Ollie feels his heart speed up at the idea of them having kids. He can see it in a few years after they’ve been married and are in a house. “Just like me?”

“Yeah, loves me to bits and never wants to be away from me. Your smile, hair, love for racing. Just a mini Ollie.”

“I guess if it’s our kids, I can learn to share you.”

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premise. it's a hot summer day and franco plays with his deck of cards. he's the only source of entertainment around and he decides to turn to a game of strip poker. definitely not a bad idea when he's been the man you've been pining for years, right?

prompt # “He was just my summer boy”, "Don't go… not yet, not now, preferably"; secret relationship, pining, body worship additional tags # Angst, Feelings, Open-Ending, Flirty Franco Colapinto, Implied Fuckboy Franco Colapinto, Franco May or May Not Be Also In Love With You, Smut with Feelings wc # 2.5k

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You’re convinced that you've done something bad in your past life. 

During races, you see the wall more often than the car in front of you. Again and again, you fail actually to score points in your career. Barely a second driver, they say. You know that parts of it are true. Every day, you live in fear that the seat you fought so hard to get will slip away from your grasp. 

If not that, then it’s your ability to score a proper relationship. You want to love—it’s barely a want anymore, it's a need—and you think to yourself how much you want to give to someone you truly care about. Yet it’s never that easy. Your heart breaks, their heart breaks, your heart is not into it, their heart is not into it. An endless cycle you scratch and tear away from. It leaves you bleeding and you yearn for more.

But then again, it’s not someone you’re looking for, is it? It’s someone specific.

Someone you just wish your eyes could stray away from.

It’s never that easy. You’ve been cursed from a sin you did in a past life.

The summer heat presses down on you like a heavy blanket. It’s the type of heat that makes you crave to be on the beach and get breezy from the ocean’s air. Yet here you are, sprawled on Franco’s couch in his apartment. The balcony air a cool replacement as the AC is busted to its core. You told Franco to get it fixed before the summer break yet here it stands, barely working, and the two of you easing yourselves in with cold beer in the afternoon.

Franco sits cross-legged on the floor, shuffling a deck of cards with the perfection of a gambler. His hands move with practised precision, the cards flicking through his fingers. It gives off a mechanical feel—the sounds, the movements, every gesture of it done with an easy expression resting on his face. He’s looking at it as if he’s disinterested.

“You’re staring,” he says, eyes gazing onto yours from the reflection of the TV.

You laugh, kicking his head with your feet. “Of course I am,” you admit, “you’re my only source of entertainment right now.”

His laugh makes you hate him. It’s deep, it’s light, it’s endearing, it’s cocky. All the things you love package into something you hate. “So,” he leans back on his hands, gazing onto you as the deck of cards resting on his thigh, “What do you think of strip poker?”

Laugh or cry? Kick him or kiss him? The options feel endless.

“You’re serious?” you snort, not expecting him to want to play that sort of game with you.

He doesn’t break eye contact. Not even for a second. “Dead serious,” he shrugs, “We’re both hot. We’re both bored. We can have fun—” he lists out with his fingers—”get cooler, and then laugh at how small your tits are, cool?”

Another kick is thrown to his head. He laughs as he avoids it knowingly this time. As much as you hate the little piece of shit, you’re too endeared to him to think otherwise. “Whatever. I’m drowning you in cold water if you get hard over these small tits.”

Franco laughs and the game starts. 

It starts normal between a game of just the two of you. He places the cards down and you continue your rounds until—you win. The first game ends and he’s smiling at you like he just hasn’t bet his top and his watch on the line.

“Don’t get distracted now,” he warns, like he knows you.

You roll your eyes, getting rid of your 10 and your 8 to place it back in the deck. “Yeah, yeah. This game is rigged anyways, you can’t wait to just strip down.”

“Isn’t that the fun part?”

In the second round, you make a point to not look at him. Your cards are shit low and the community cards are even shittier for you. With your best poker face, you bet your panties.

“Woah,” Franco laughs, fanning himself with his free hands. “Mama, you are not holding back.”

“Yeah, better than getting rid of my top first, you slut.” Franco laughs at that and bets his own boxers to match yours. It continues as well as you thought it would and in the last round—he wins.

Standing, you give him the show to undress without pulling down your shorts. His eyes fix on yours like it’s trying hard to respect the way you shimmy out of it. It’s heated, it’s in need (need of what? Any female body? You?) and it’s a trap that will set you back decades apart. You’ve wanted this man for God knows how long that it has to be against feminism.

“You may as well bet your bra next,” he shuffles the deck once more, laughing as you sit down, “not like anything is going to show, peanut.”

“Fuck you,” you snatch your two cards away from him—two Diamond Aces, score—”say that shit again and I’m going to rip your cards apart.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” 

He’s not sorry at all.

By the last round, you’ve raised your bet not only to your bra but to your shirt and your socks—yes, socks count. The two of you argued for maybe five minutes and said you were wearing already more clothing than he was; it’s true, you just talked louder than him to win.

However, as you place down to create a Three of a Kind, the little piece of shit pulls a fucking Flush.

“Oh come on!” 

Franco laughs at your demise and blows a kiss. “You get way too cocky in this game,” he says, taking your cards. “So, are you playing the rules or not?”

Stripping down in front of the man you’re very anti-feminist about? Jesus fucking help you.

Something about the room boils down. As the shirt comes off first, then the bra, there’s a contradicting heat that breezes past your entire body. Franco looks—and of course he would—and it’s the type of look he passes to the women you know he would fuck in the club. It’s the type of look he’d have as he flirts with interviewers. The look he has when he says he wishes that they should bring back grid girls.

It’s fucking filthy and you are keen to be in his attention.

“Getting distracted?” you play your ground,

and he makes his turn, “Get your cards, peanut.”

You can’t hear an ounce of teasing in his words.

The game that’s supposed to battle the feverish air only does nothing but burn your heart. You can feel him staring and something about it makes you only crave more. To him, you’re probably just another woman. Sure, you’ve been friends for how many years, but you’re just another pair of tits, right?

You don’t know who actually wins, but he’s stripping off both his shorts and his boxers like he folded.

“I told you,” you start, voice barely hanging on to any part of your sanity. “You’re getting distracted. He smiles and it looks almost painful. There’s nothing to him right now but pure want—pure, unadulterated, fucking want. You take one look at your cards and you fold too.

You almost hesitate. Yet, your fingers are precise as you reach for the waistband of your shorts. Franco doesn’t rush you. He just watches, his gaze heavy, intense. When you finally slip them off, he lets out a low, appreciative noise.

“Perfect,” he breathes out, mother-tongue slipping in nicely, “you look very beautiful, peanut,” he murmurs, stepping closer. His hands reach out, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “I think it’s time we stop playing this game, no?

“Tell me you want this too,” he says, his lips brushing against your ear.

You’re a mess. With trembling hands, you wrap your arms around his neck, “I do. So fucking do it, Franco.”

Franco doesn’t waste another second. His lips crash into yours. The kiss is deep and hungry, his hands roaming over your body like he’s trying to memorize every curve. He’s kissing you like his heart belongs to you. Your lips are in sync as it takes and take from each other. You melt into him, hands tangling in his hair as you kiss him with pent-up passion.

His lips make a path to your neck, your collarbone, and to your tits. His tongue darts out to taste the sweat on your skin. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, hands cupping one of your tits as the other is fondled with his tongue. “So pe—perfect, hm?”

You huff, “Thought it was… was too small?”

He’s laughing into your skin and you feel faint teeth graze your nub. “Never too small, bebé. Like a perfect fit to my mouth, see?” You tilt your head back as he mouths at your nipples, playing it in perfectly as his fingers twist and pull gently—it moves back and forth on pinching and caressing the tip.

“See?” Franco looks up at you when he pulls away, smiling ear-to-ear like a cat who got the cream. “So perfect for me.”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you breathe out.

A sound plays on his lips that was an in-between of a chuckle and a huff. He lifts you up with a smile, laying you gently on the couch. His hands and mouth are everywhere. Every touch feels like a prayer, and every jolt of pleasure is like a cardinal sin. A moan slips as you feel his hands knead your ass.

It’s not like you were just another girl, aren’t you? He’s moaning your name with every little touch. He whispers to you, “A cute lil’ body. So perfect, and I can touch you just like this. Just like this, I can kiss your perfect body.” His tongue slips into something deeper that you can barely catch. Years of karting together makes you only recognise a few words. Yet, all you can hear from him is a mumble of praise and worship. All the things that make you weak to him.

“You’re so wet,” he growls, a finger slipping in. “All for me.”

“All for you,” you breathe, your hips grinding against his hand. “All for you, Franco—!”

Franco lets out a low groan. A second joins in, curling just right to make your back arch off the couch. His thumb brushes against your clit, and you cry out. It rubs in hard and slow rocking motions, his other hand guiding your hips on how to move. You want to take his face in a kiss yet he’s focused on marking your body with his lips.

“Dios, I need to be inside you,” he says, voice desperate.

You think, weakly, how you’ve wanted to be inside his heart for so long. “Me too,” you beg because sex is the only way you know how to be close.

He doesn’t make you wait any more than you should. His fingers pull out and he rubs you a few more just to watch slick coat the inside of your thighs. He uses it as his lube as he rubs his raw cock in the puddle. It gets you whining and whimpering as he teases you all the same. When he finally pushes in, a drawn-out moan is punched out of you.

“You feel so good,” he moans, staying still until you don’t clamp down around him. It’s hard. You’re moaning his name and he’s kissing your neck and he wants more of you and you want more of him. The entire thing gets you weak. Franco bites just below your collarbone and you put a hand around his shoulders.

“Franco,” you wrap a leg around his waist, grinding his cock deeper. “Fuck me, Franco. Come o—hnggg fuck!”

His hips thrust in full as he’s hitting your spots in all the right angles. You cling onto him needily as he pants into your ear. The man fucks you like he’s wedded you—the kissing, the praise, the caressing of your body.

“Good girl, amor,” he gasps, “Have such a tight grip on me. So fucking good. My best girl, always making sure I feel good, hm? So—such a tight fucking pussy my bebé makes me feel like the luckiest m—fuck, man… in the world.”

He’s a fumble of words. Franco can barely form another sentence as he presses open-mouthed kisses on your body. You can barely feel your legs at the speed he’s going at. When you open your eyes, you can barely see the focused gaze he has through his curls. He looks at you—as if he can just feel you staring—and smiles.

“I’m close,” you whisper, watching as he moves closer.

“I want to kiss you,” he confesses, like he hasn’t done so already, “I want to kiss you like you’re mine.”

When you come undone before him, it’s with your lips intertwined. He’s coating your mouth in his own saliva as he moans your name. The lack of air can be confused with the harshness of his kissing or the intensity of your orgasm. Either way, he kisses you like he wants to (like you’ve wanted to, for years). It’s the type of orgasm that pulls him in as well, quickly pulling out just to cum on your stomach.

Even when the moment ends, he’s still kissing you. Franco cradles your body like he was meant to hold it. You are putty in his arms because you deserve this. You fucking deserve this. The way his lips move, the way his attention is solely on you, the way you played all your cards—you deserve this much.

It’s hell when he pulls away. Both of you catch your breath with your eyes gazing into each other. The longing you felt alone doesn’t feel so lonesome now. He starts, “That was…” yet his words break.

“Decent,” you finish, a coy smile on your face.

Franco mimics it. You laugh as he pulls you into his arms and flips your positions. “We should’ve done this sooner,” he says, a hand on your ass to keep you still.

“Really?” you hum, your fingers drum lazily on his chest, “I don’t know if I would’ve fucked you if you were still all pimply and oily.”

He laughs—the sound honest to God vibrates through your body. “Not like I would’ve fucked you either, actually. You were a bit too timid and, ah, finding for true love with too many men.” He laughs, like your past torture was just a joke, “Seriously, why would you ever fall in love with an Italian?”

You don’t answer him. Maybe you weren’t really in love with the Italian—or the French, or the American, or the Brazillian. Maybe they could barely hold up even as a temporary replacement. You look into Franco’s eyes—and he just looks into yours—and you know they could never hold a candle to the name your heart is beating in Morse code for.

“Franco,” you start with no end, the question and the answer and the confession falling too soon.

He murmurs, “I know,” like he does know. And he answers, like he speaks Morse fluently, “Me too.”

You don't really want this moment to go. He holds like he's assuring you that he'll stay, he'll just fucking stay.

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FOOTNOTE ────── i had such a slump last night but this one came out so easily that i was like damn. also, i finally properly learned how to play texas hol em!! balatro trained me well to understand the card rankings so now i'm out here using new knowledge to write strip poker. this was such a fun fic and it made me realise i really do just see franco as a fuck boy. not like he's helping stop those accusations. anyways, hope ya'll liked fifty shades of feelings

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Okay but the prompt 'when they always feed you their last bite' screams Ollie Bearman to me :]

Can I request that maybe with the reader being George's younger sister 🤭🩷

pookie bear (man) ollie!!

Date night with Ollie was always a calm and relatively lowkey affair - the two of you preferred to stay home and spend time just the two of you rather than go out and have him and sometimes you be hounded by paparazzi, you loved George, but you hated the publicity that came with being his sister. George had agreed to let you go over to your boyfriend's house on the condition that you stayed six feet apart at all times and that there was no funny business between the two of you, only the latter of which you agreed to, becausehow else were you going to watch blue planet together if not cuddled up beside each other under your weighted blanket which he begged you to bring over?

You were both sitting on the couch, the last of your Italian takeout in the cartons in your hands as you leaned into your boyfriend's embrace, his arm around you as your back rested against his chest, a discarded episode of the inbetweeners playing on the TV before you would settle down for your favourite documentary.

"What did you get?" You asked him, trying your hardest to make out what the last of his chosen dish was, something you knew he'd spend a good couple hours convincing his trainer that he never had.

"I don't actually know, I think its some sort of spicy sausage pasta," He laughed as he realised he actually had no clue what he had ordered - Meanwhile you tried your hardest to hide the blush that was creeping over your cheeks, you weren't sure why his laugh made you blush so much, but it had such a major effect on you it almost felt embarrassing. "Do you want to try it? I don't think I'm going to finish it." He offered you with a smile, holding the last of his food out to you on the fork.

"I'm not having the last of your dinner, Ollie," You pouted, despite how appetising the pasta looked, you weren't going to give in that easily. Ollie grinned at your pout, he teased you relentlessly about it, citing that you were so obviously the spoiled youngest child.

"Come on love, stop with the cute little pout, I know you want to try it," He teased you, trying not to laugh as your pout hardened and you furrowed your eyebrows at him in a futile attempt to portray anger. "You're so cute when you try to be mad." He grinned as he watched you finally cave in and pushed yourself up, taking the fork from his hand, you ate the pasta that was forced onto it, coughing as you found of how really spicy it was.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"