#ralf x reader

[bad268]

Best to Worst to Best (Ralf Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Nope, this was supposed to be an Inktober blurb but I liked the plot too much lol (Also, this is my 100th full-length fic, so yay!)

Warnings: Weddings, toxic cousin mentioned

POV: Second POV (You/your)

W.C. 1567

Summary: Sometimes, things need to be improvised.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was supposed to be the best day of your life. Your wedding day. Everyone always told you that it would be the best day of your life. However, it didn’t feel that way. Anything and everything that could have gone wrong, did.

First, your photographer was late. That was fine. They were extremely apologetic, and you forgave them because traffic was out of their control. Then, your bridal party lost your shoes. That was almost not fine. Thankfully, you had the same shoe size as one of your friends, so they let you borrow theirs. It's not a big deal yet, but you were starting to get suspicious. Next, your toxic cousin, whom you only invited because your aunt and uncle pressured you, spilled red wine on your ceremony outfit. That was not fine. You almost called it off then and there. You did not consider yourself crazed when it came to your wedding, but red wine on white did not mix. Finally, and the cherry on top, you found out that the press had found your location, shared it online, and now, the place was swarmed with fans. That was it.

“Just call it off,” you cried as you stormed out of the en suite and into the adjacent room where most of your party was sitting. “It’s all gone to shit.”

“Just take a breath, no need to do anything rash,” your right-hand person consoled as you sat on the bed. “It’s the best day of your life-”

“Some funny way of showing it huh?” You snapped, shooting up as you felt everything pile on top of you. “Everything is ruined and if this is supposed to be the best day of my life, what does that say about the rest of my life?”

“Calm down,” your parental figure tried to put their hand on your shoulder, but you stepped back. Even though you wanted comfort, no one in this room could have provided what you wanted. You wanted your fiance.

Blissfully unaware, Ralf was having a blast with his friends and family in their suite. Funny enough, it wasn’t your fiance who felt something was off first. It was his brother of all people. Paul was super close to you. Not only were you the perfect match for his brother, but you were the best race engineer he could ask for. He was also the one who set you up with Ralf in the first place. He liked to joke that he chose his favorite sibling. At that moment, however, he knew something was wrong, so he went to investigate.

He left the suite, not that anyone noticed; they thought he was getting something given that he was the best man after all. He ended up running into your right hand person who was frantically running around. They briefly ran through everything that had happened, and when you asked for a minute to yourself, no one could find you. 

“Such idiots,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the building, and immediately spotted you sitting on the steps. He noticed that you were still wearing one of those silk robes that your friends bought you as a joke because they would make great pictures, and he wondered what all happened. He quickly sent a text to Ralf before moving to take his jacket off, placing it over your legs as he sat next to you. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“It’s supposed to be the best day of my life, Paul,” you cried and you leaned into his side and he pulled you into a hug. “Not to sound superficial or anything, but everything’s ruined.”

“What do you mean? Everyone is still here for you,” Paul tried to help, but it did not make much of a difference.

“Everyone’s here, but that’s making it worse!” You almost shouted. “If I had picked the right wedding party, someone would have remembered my shoes. If I had a backbone, I wouldn’t have invited my stupid cousin, and my outfit would not have been ruined. And if I had kept everything better hidden, the press wouldn’t be swarming the ceremony location. It’s all ruined, and there is nothing we can do about it.”

“Maybe I’m not the right person you need,” Paul insinuated as he heard the door opening before he started to pull away.

“No, Paul, he can’t see me right now. It’s still our wedding day, and it’s superstition,” you tried to pull him back down.

“Oh, so you are still open to getting married today?” Ralf chuckled as his friend led him carefully down the stairs. You turn around, wiping the tears from your eyes, and you see him walking blindly with a tie around his eyes. His friend and Paul helped Ralf sit down beside you as you laughed half-heartedly.

“Wasn’t this the tie you wore on our first date?” You pointed out as you played with the loose ends of it and held Ralf’s hand with your unoccupied hand.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, but yes,” Ralf replied as his friend and Paul went back into the suite. He held your one hand in both of yours as the hand that was twirling the tie moved down to rest against his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles and said, “I know this isn’t the wedding you wanted or even planned, but we can still make it work.”

“How?” You responded fast as tears filled your eyes once again. You wanted to wipe them away, but it just felt like there was no point. “How would we ever make this work? The press swarmed my dream venue, and my outfit was completely ruined. It may be superficial, but it was what I wanted.”

“We improvise. Remember our first date?” He said. As if it were that easy, you thought, but replied that you remembered it. Of course, you did. “The original plan was dinner at the fancy restaurant you had been dying to try. However, I made the reservation for the wrong day, so we went mini golfing. That was all improvised.”

“I always wondered why you were overly dressed up for mini golf,” you chuckled absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I found out when I was driving to pick you up. I called to confirm and they said it was for the next week,” He chuckled with you. “We did end up going there for our second date, but if you think about it, our relationship started on improvisation. We can start our married life the same way.”

“Okay, Mr. Improv, how do you suggest we move forward?” You said, finally coming around to the idea. You also moved to pull the tie off his eyes only to see his eyes squeezed shut. “What are you doing? I want to see your eyes.”

“I’m not supposed to see you,” He replied seriously, but after being met with nothing in response from you, he peeked one eye open to see you staring back at him with a smirk. He opened both of his eyes after that, placed a small kiss on your nose, and said, “Did you still want to wear white?”

Two hours later, you found yourself in the backyard of your soon-to-be-in-law's house in an outfit that was definitely not wedding attire. Ralf ruined the surprise that he was taking you to Greece for your honeymoon, and he found an all-white, linen outfit that he thought you would like for the trip. That’s what you were wearing. 

He sent his groomsmen to the house to set up chairs for those closest to you while he helped you get ready. There was a tree in the backyard that acted as the perfect arch, and his parents had flowers growing in the yard. Sure, this was not what you originally hoped for, but it was as close to the original plan as you could get. 

You walked down the makeshift aisle with your parent, and when you reached the end, your parent placed your hands in Ralf’s. You stood there for a second, lost in each other’s eyes before you both realized something at the same time.

“Who is marrying us?” It was funny, really. Neither of you thought of the officiant throughout the chaos, but it seemed to be the most crucial part of the day.

“I cannot believe that’s what we forgot about,” You laughed. This time, you weren’t stressing. Maybe it was because you would look back at this day and think it was funny. Or maybe you thought Ralf had something else up his sleeve. “Did you think about this?”

“I thought through everything else,” he laughed with you along with most of your family. 

“You are lucky I think of these things,” Paul said as he stood up from beside his parents to stand between you and Ralf. “Guess who got their officiant license while you were both running around.”

“I knew I made the right choice choosing you as my best man,” Ralf chuckled as he gave Paul a pat on the back and pulled him into a hug.

“And I knew I made the right choice becoming your race engineer,” You pulled Paul into a hug as well before going back to where you were standing, ready to be married. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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yourusername: sick of hot girl summer, i am now hunting for a bf 😞 (i dont want to pay for dinner)

bestie01: am i not good enough for you 😢 → yourusername: ofc you are, but we're both broke girl

fanpage01: are there any requirements to apply??? → yourusername: be hot and rich, preferably blonde → olliebearman: 😞 → paularon_: bro???

paularon_: so instead of a job,,, you want a man...? what happened to feminimism? → yourusername: you can't even fucking spell it

aronralf: submitted my application, how long till you reply? → yourusername: asap for you 😆 → paularon_: BRO????? WHAT???? → paularon_: (Y/N) HE IS TWENTY SIX. → fangirl01: i always knew she liked older guys → fangirl02: who DOESNT lilke old guys???

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yourusername: alexa, play "bags" by clairo 🪞 🫵 🤣

bestie01: ummmm??? caption??? second photo???? call me rn → yourusername: i am literally that song bruh

fanpage01: bags is a fucking banger → yourusername: agreed!!! (but i can't stand relating to it) → fanpage02: wdym by thattttt...?? → fanpage03: (Y/N)?!?!?!?!?

kimi.antonelli: i have an extra clairo ticket, wanna come? → yourusername: OMFG??? YES!!! → fanpage04: kimi being a clairo fan is so real → fanpage05: waitttt, kimi x (Y/N) is kinda cute → fanpage06: HE IS 17?!!?!?

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bestie01: ARE YOU JOKING?!?!?!! I HAVE A FINAL THAT DAY. 😢 → yourusername: NOOOO :C

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paularon_: I like Clairo now, I'm also free tomorrow → yourusername: then why didn't u just text me?!!?? → paularon_: Oops?? I can pick you up tomorrow

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yourusername: CLAIROOO!!!!! <3

bestie01: AHHH YOU'RE SO LUCKYYY

bestie01: wait... what is that last slide...

bestie01: UHMM HELLO???? WHAT.

fanpage01: IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH??? → fanpage02: so ur telling me she got a man who LIKES CLAIRO??? green flag → fanpage03: wait is it kimi???? → fanpage04: No wayyyy he's still 17 and she's 19 → fanpage05: I meannnn that's not too bad, he literally turns 18 in a week → paularon_: I'll answer you guys cause she's too scared: it's not Kimi

paularon_: I had fun :) → yourusername: me too :) → paularon_: See you next week? Don't ditch me or else I'll kms → yourusername: hmmm that's kinda tempting → paularon_: :(

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[delusionalgirlswatchf1]

“We ain’t angry at you,do you hear me? We ain’t angry at you.”[Paul Aron x reader]

Y/N looked at the result once again and sighed. They were waiting for p1 or p2 but all they got was that stupid dnf sign.

It was now official that Paul lost the 1st place in the leadership. Everyone in Hitech was devastated and sad. Y/N was able to say it by looking at their faces. Though the saddest person was undoubtedly Paul. Y/N started walking to his driver room and knocked,but no answer came.

“He wants to be alone. At least for now.”

That was Ralf speaking,Y/N nodded. Ralf patted her shoulder and went back to the meeting room. Y/N sat down next to the door and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

She waited until she couldn’t tell how long she waited.

The door opened slowly and Y/N looked at the person who opened it. It was Paul.His usual smile was long gone on his face and his eyes were full of sadness. There were multiple signs of meaning he cried. Paul noticed Y/N and sighed as he let her in.

“Ralf told me you were waiting for hours now. Is there something you had to say?”

Paul’s voice were far from recognizable from all of the crying. He stood in front of Y/N and waited for a response.

The only response he got was the tightest hug in the world.

Paul relaxed as he buried his face onto her neck. Y/N played with his hair slowly as she made sure he was comfortable. After the long hug session they both sat down and Paul put his head on her shoulder.

“I fucked it up,Y/N.”

“Paul,no-“

“No,listen okay? I fucked it up cause this season was all I had. All I had. There wont be a round two or a second chance. I dont have an academy back up or enough money for f1. Hell,it will probably my first and last season on f2. Under all of this conditions,I should have been better. I could have been better. I know I could. Im so fucking disappointed in myself. So does everyone else.”

Y/N took a deep breath as she felt a tear on her shoulder. She thought if she could take all of his pain and made it hers,she would.

“I know what conditions you are in and I get what you feel but you should stop putting yourself under pressure all the time. Not everything is your fault,sometimes car sucks. And you are only a rookie,Paul. You have been doing great,you are great. Everyone knows this,We know you are trying your best. We ain’t angry at you,do you hear me? We ain’t angry at you.”

Y/N felt more tears on her shoulder as she held Paul’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t go too hard on yourself,I love yourself.”

Paul let out a small chuckle to that. He raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her eyes.

“Thank you for understanding me so well,I needed this today.”

“Anything for you,champ.”

Paul smiled and put his hand on her cheek. Two teenagers kept smiling at each other until the door opened.

“Am I interrupting something or..?”

“Ralf!?”

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, more than friends

“No hot chocolate for complainers,”

The grand house where the Arons had grown up always took on a special atmosphere when the holidays arrived, ringing with the sound of festive bells.

Anna would head to the kitchen, mixing cocoa and milk to prepare a warm and delicious hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Paul decorated the Christmas tree with his mother, and Ralf played with his niece and nephew. Every year, that little bit of hearth and home they created on those chilly days managed to mend everything bad that had happened over the year.

But this time, there was a third figure standing between Margit and Paul.

“Could you hand me the angel one, darling?” asked the Estonian woman, turning to the girl beside her. The girl’s task was to carefully unwrap the ornaments from their protective coverings. Paul jokingly referred to her as his personal elf—a figure everyone had come to know as an essential part of his life and the small light that sparkled in his eyes.

It was special to see her there. The fact that she stood before their family tree in a pair of pajama pants and one of her favorite sweaters was proof of how important she was to Paul, and consequently, to everyone close to him.

“Thanks,” Margit said as her fingertips brushed against the girl’s. Nearby, the Formula 2 driver was wrestling with a tangle of lights Anna had planned to put at the entryway, muttering under his breath every time he thought he was about to untangle a knot—only to make three more.

“Need help?” she teased, her glasses slipping down her nose, earning a less-than-friendly glance from the blonde.

“Was it four or six spoons of cocoa?” Anna asked from the kitchen.

“It depends on how many mugs you’re planning to make,” the guest replied, placing a hand on her hip while passing ornaments to Margit, who had a nearly geometric precision in arranging the baubles on the tree branches.

Paul’s sister quickly counted the people in the room and checked the kitchen cupboards for the number of mugs available. It didn’t take long to realize there weren’t enough.

“Give mine to the kids,” the girl offered with a smile as she admired a family ornament featuring little Ralf and Anna holding a one-year-old Paul in their arms.

“We’ll split,” Paul suggested. He had finally managed to rewind the tangled lights and was now leaning against the kitchen island, observing the work his mother and the girl were doing.

“Hold on, everyone,” Anna quipped. “You literally yelled at me two years ago for taking a sip from your mug.”

Paul sighed, running a hand through his soft, springy curls before stepping behind the girl to bother her, sneaking ornaments from her box.

“The purple one now,” Margit called out, moving on to the higher branches of the tree. But the girl couldn’t find any plain purple ornaments to fit on the tree, despite searching through all the wrapping and unopened boxes.

“Purple?”

“Yeah, it should be plain. It was Anna’s favorite when she was a kid because she could see her reflection in it.”

The girl turned toward Paul, who was now sitting on the couch with his knees apart, a playful smile on his face as he tossed the purple bauble into the air. He caught it with his muscular arms under the snug sleeves of his blue shirt, pressing his lips together each time he tried to catch it, and waited for her to catch him red-handed.

“Paul Aron,” Margit said firmly. “If you break it, I’ll break you.”

Ralf stifled a laugh, pretending it came from the animal noises he was making while reading to his niece, all while stealing a glance at his mother’s murderous glare aimed at her youngest son.

“Let me put it on,” Paul said, tilting his head back against the cushions of the dark couch, feigning innocence. The girl, seated on an empty box nearby, stretched her back with a sigh.

“I’m done,” Margit said with a laugh, stepping down from the small stool that had helped her reach three-quarters of the enormous Christmas tree. She walked over to check on the hot chocolate preparations with Anna, leaving Paul to his “artistic” expression.

He was deeply focused, biting his lower lip gently and crossing his arms as he considered where to place the purple ornament as though the fate of the world depended on it. Finally, after setting up the second-to-last box of decorations, he stepped back, proud of the result.

“It’s perfect, huh?”

“It looks awful,” she replied, pointing out the stark contrast between Margit’s side—carefully arranged by size and color, embodying a sense of order tied to family memories—and Paul’s, which was more chaotic and clearly guided by emotion rather than aesthetics.

“Are you seriously saying that?” he asked, feigning a wounded expression.

She burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she leaned on one of his broad, muscular shoulders for support. Paul watched her, amused by her infectious laughter, her tears of joy making her eyes sparkle.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to say between fits of laughter, but every time she accidentally met his blue eyes, she started laughing again, spreading her contagious mood to the rest of the family.

“You’re so not sorry,” he retorted, placing one of his large hands on the opposite side of her head to pull her closer to his chest as they both gazed at the tree.

“It could use a woman’s touch,” said the eldest Aron brother’s wife, walking in with a tray of cookies she’d picked up while out shopping.

Paul sighed dramatically, then glanced at the girl, his gaze lingering for a moment. He saw how carefree she looked in that instant, how much good she brought to him and his family, who had embraced her as one of their own long ago.

“What?” she asked, noticing his unyielding stare.

Without a word, the Estonian slid his arm beneath her legs, effortlessly lifting her onto his shoulder so she could reach the tree where he had placed the decorations.

“Stop it! I’m heavy, you idiot!”

“No hot chocolate for complainers,” he teased, his hand firmly gripping her left thigh as she comfortably sat on his shoulder, stretching to adjust a few ornaments.

“I’m serious, Paul.”

“So am I.”

“Damn right he is,” said Ralf, raising his head from the book his niece had been covering him with.

The girl ran her hand through Paul’s soft blonde curls while reaching with the other to place the final touches. Anna poured the hot chocolate into the mugs as Paul whistled a cheesy Christmas tune, pretending not to savor the moment. He could have carried the weight of the world with her by his side.

“How does it look?” she asked as Paul stepped back to admire the tree from another angle.

“Did you get a picture?” Margit whispered to Anna, who nodded, phone in hand.

“It’s good, but I’ll never admit it’s better than mine,” Paul quipped.

She scoffed as he shifted her forward, still holding her a few inches off the ground. She smelled of home. She looked like home. And how beautiful she was, with the lights reflecting in her eyes?

“Hurry up, it’s getting cold,” Anna said, calling them to the kitchen island.

“Weren’t we splitting?” the girl asked, noticing Paul’s face already buried in his mug.

“Oh,” he muttered, reluctantly offering the mug, a streak of chocolate on the bridge of his nose, making her smile.

Across the room, the Aron niece sat on the eldest pilot’s back, kneading his cheeks like dough.

“I know Uncle Paul likes her,” she whispered sweetly. “But don’t tell her—I want him to say it.”

“I think they both know,” Ralf replied, stroking her blonde braids.

not proofread or anything, so there might be a few errors💫

[imaginesig]

"I just don't understand / how you don't miss me / in the Black Dog"

Ralf Aron x singer!reader

SMAU

After 3 years, is your relationship as dreamy as it looks?

All songs mentioned are linked at the bottom. Originally I planned this to be a Zak O'Sullivan smau, but then I figured Ralf's age fit better (I also wanted to write for him anyway so its fine) but any ideas for Zak are appreciated

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f2_updates: beloved couple Y/n L/n and Ralf Aron were spotted in the paddock today to supports Paul Aron

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user1 they look so good!!

user2 Ralf might not race but they're gonna show up like he does

user3 best dressed couple

user4 my fav (unofficial) wag

user5 idk if it was planned but the monochrome black and whit fits ate

user6 right?? Like they weren't matching but it was coordinated nicely

user7 that made it cuter honestly

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Caption: so proud of you @/paularon_! I'm so happy I got to see your podium in Monaco in person and celebrate with you

ynln

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ynln: little bro got a podium AND Zak won, officially the best trip to Monaco ever!! I'm so so proud Paul (and Zak, what an incredible race). I couldnt have asked for a better tour send off 🖤🤍

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paularon_ thank you for coming!! It means the world

ynln I'd never miss if possible 🫶

zak.osullivan thank you!

ynln this was def one for the books!! But don't party to hard

aronralf stunning ❤️

ynln ❤️

user1 im choosing to take the heart colors as a sign that their outfits were pre-coordinated

user2 awww not her celebrating Zak too 😭

user3 she cheered so hard the entire time

user4 Y/n really became a grid mom for the prema (current and former) boys

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caption: (2) pre-show date at our spot @/aronralf

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caption: Ma armastan sind @/ynln ❤️❤️

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ynln

Ma armastan sind ka

thank you so much for coming!! It felt good to know you were watching ❤️

nothing is more beautiful than watching you do what you love

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caption: you're a killer @/ynln

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ynln

that picture is so cute!! Please send it to me

*1 image*

you were fantastic

thank you!! It means a lot you flew out to be here

you would and have done the same for me

zak.osullivan posted a story!

caption: you're a star @/ynln!!!

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caption: 💜🤍🩵 @/ynln

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caption: @/lettiemng, I had a magical night with you! Thank you @/ynln

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caption: great music, great night @/ynln

ynln

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ynln: London, thank you for being an amazing opening crowd!! It is always so special to know that this entire set was a surprise and get to experience your reactions live!! Next stop, Dublin 🫶🫶

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aronralf ❤️💜

ynln ❤️💜

sarbinacarpenter looks amazing! I cant wait to go

gracieabrams loving the purple!!

user1 how am I supposed to be normal knowing this concert was attended by her grid family

user2 omg the confetti!!!

user3 I cannot wait for my show

user4 ugh im so upset the US leg is so far away

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Time Skip-- a couple shows later

Time skip- a few more shows

ynln

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ynln: Paris what a lovely crowd you were!! This last show has made me not want to break at all, but alas I must rest up before the US leg begins 🫶🫶

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user1 fingers crossed this break helps her relax and let the "Begin Again" incident be a one time thing

user2 yay!! I was missing Y/n and Ralf content

user3 my show is coming!!!

user4 get your rest, it is deserved 👏👏

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ynln

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ynln: same time next week??

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user1 LYRICS?? Y/N DO YOU SLEEP??

user2 fr girlie is supposed to be on break and rest but here she is writing

friend1 same time every week??

ynln omg please

friend2 its been so great having you home!!

ynln ive missed it so much

friend3 you so owe me an uno rematch

ynln its on

user3 no Ralf?

user4 lets not assume anything, she went home and he's probably busy with racing responsibility, plus its only half way through her break im sure they'll be together soon

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f2_updates: Paul Aron and a mystery women have stopped by to cheer Paul Aron on!!

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user6 oh he brought a friend

user7 they didnt look to romantic so thats my hope

user1 ok ik we collectivy agreed not to stress about the Y/n crying situation but between that and now her not being seen here is getting to me

user2 wdym Y/m missed a Paul race?? Y/n never misses a Paul race??

user3 great results today!!

user4 always a good day when the Aron brothers are in the paddock

user5 thats my championship leader!!

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ynln

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ynln: I have missed you guys so much I decided to gift a piece I wrote first half of my break to hold us all over until we get this show back on the road. It's a piece that I didn't expect to write but I did! "The Black Dog" will drop tonight at midnight

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zak.osullivan a masterpiece I know it

user1 the black dog?? like her and Ralfs special spot??

user2 she read the twitter rumors and said "let me put these to rest real quick"

user3 im so excited, no one loves a RalfY/n love song like me

user4 it'll make a great addition to my playlist

user4 I love the golden look

user5 its very summer

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ynln

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ynln: I have been overwhelmed and moved by the support for "The Black Dog." The healing process has been greatly aided by your love. I decided to give into the urge to release the songs written during this tour and break in an EP. Enjoy my new EP "Golden Days" out midnight!!!

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user1 I fear I won't be able to take more heartbreak

user2 beautiful visuals

user3 do we think its called Golden Days because she's looking back on those days

user4 omg and despite her getting to be home and see old friends its still not as light as it appears

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ynln

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ynln: thank you Saint Louis for a warm welcome back!! It's a new leg and a *slightly* new setlist. It was an honor to go on this emotional rollercoaster with you all and I cannot wait for Madison Square Garden 🫶🫶

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user1 best night of my life

user2 when I tell you I screamed by head off when she added the new songs

user3 I dont know if ill survive my show

user4 what a intimate setting it was, her emotions were raw and she connected with the crowd in the high and low parts

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caption: I've spent these past few days in New York (and a pilgrimage to see Harry's banner) just thinking about how blessed I am to get to play a sold out show at MSG!! If you asked little me, I never would have imagine id be on a completely sold out tour much less MSG!! Its a dream come true, and tonight lets rock 🫶🫶

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f2_updates: F2 drivers have seen entering Madison Square Garden in New York alongside Ralf Aron with potential new girl. Rumors saying that plenty familar faces were going to spend a bit of their summer break to celebrate singer Y/n L/n's accomplishment now seem to be true

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user7 OMG GLASSES PAUL HAS BEEN SPOTTED

user1 stop this was so sweet until the very last slide

User8 fr Prema family Reunion ruined

user9 I would've been just fine with Zak, Dino, and Paul- ralf could've stayed home

user2 the way id burn his house down if I could

user3 awww the videos of Dino and Elvira dancing to the opener are adorable

user4 fr when will it be my turn

user5 the audacity to bring your new girl to your ex's show

user6 fingers crossed Y/n doesn't know (until after at least)

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ynln

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ynln: what a night! I dont know how ill move on from finally accomplishing a childhood dream, but after some celebration im sure ill manage. Thank you to everyone in the crowd tonight, you were electric 🍾🫶

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friend1 the cowboy hat >>>

taylorswift my imagination didnt give that mashup justice!! You were amazing

dinobeganovic best way to spend summer break

zak.osullivan officially becoming a groupie

friend2 you are a star!!

sabrinacarpenter congrats babe!!!

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Begin Again by Taylor Swift

The Black Dog by Taylor Swift

loml by Taylor Swift

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift

Come Back... Be Here by Taylor Swift

The Great War x You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift

The Black Dog x Come Back... Be Here by Taylor Swift

[httpiastri]

❣️I dont know if this is really a prompt, but could you write “aha!” moments for Paul, Pepe, and Ralf? Like when did they realize they wanted to date their person, what made them have that “aha!” moment. Thank you for considering this request.

❣️ – send me a prompt and one/a few drivers and i'll tell you how i think they would react!!

paul aron

paul's "aha!" moment is when he realizes how comfortable he is around you. it usually takes a lot for him to open up, and he doesn't do it with just anyone, so the fact that he feels so naturally relaxed with you makes him understand his feelings for you.

the exact moment comes one day when you're just casually spending time together at your apartment after he has come back from a race weekend. he's exhausted, his body aching with sore muscles and his mind crying out for some rest. usually, he would prefer to just be alone at home and sleep it off – but for some reason, he has come to enjoy being with you instead. there's just something about the way that you cook your signature dish for him without him even having to ask, the way you brush your fingers through his hair as he's snuggled to your side... the way he lets himself laugh so wholeheartedly to all of your jokes (even the not so funny ones). he realizes that he can let his guard down around you, which in turn makes him realize how special you are to him and how much he wants (needs) to keep you in his life.

pepe marti

pepe can be a whole baby when he's sick. it's not something he himself has realized before, and he hasn't believed his parents or sisters when they told him so. but when he's sick and he suddenly has you there to take care of him, he realizes how annoying and childlike he must be.

it's in one of these moments that pepe realizes his feelings for you. he's been sick with a fever for days, barely able to eat or do anything other than sleep. but oh how much better his life became the second you stepped in through his door and told him that you'd help him out. you cook for him, you help him take his meds, you keep the apartment clean... all of it despite the fact that he's clinging onto you like a baby 99% of the time.

he feels so guilty because you're spending so much time just on him when you have millions of other things you could do for yourself; but at the same time, he loves it and he almost wishes he could spend the rest of his life like this.

ralf aron

the thing that makes ralf realize that he likes you is the fact that you seem to get along so well with the people in his life.

he adores the way you act around his family; the way you became friends with his siblings in no time, the way you play around with his niece and nephew like they're your own younger siblings, the way you're so polite yet relaxed around his parents. he loves the fact that his mom loves you, and he's thankful that his dad approves too, because his family is important to him and he needs someone who fits right in.

the first time he brought you along to a race, he was so relieved to find you fit right in there, too. if you're someone naturally extroverted, he's thankful that you show off your bubbly personality on the side of the track aswell. and if you're naturally more introverted or shy, then he's pleasantly surprised to see the way that you seem so comfortable around his team despite how nervous you were before. the fact that you chat to his teammates without any issues, that his engineers and other team members adore you, and that the first thing he wants to do is search for you in the crowd when he's done racing...

the way you look so natural by his side, like your part in his life is no big deal, no matter where or when. seeing you in his life, he realizes that you're the missing puzzle piece to fit right into his side.

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp (Prologue) ls2

masterlist next chapter

words: 796

warnings: cursing, implied violence and character death, it's literally the opening scene of scream so use your imagination

notes: i promise these specific characters have been chosen for plot-related reasons. i love kimi, it made me sad to hurt him, but it's worth it for the story i promise 😪 hope you enjoy this teaser! i'll get to working on the main plot real soon i promise 🤞also if you see any mistakes please let me know. english is my first language, i'm just fucking stupid

“Mum, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m literally 18 in August.” … “No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell at you, but I’m not a kid. He doesn’t even do anything; he just sits on the couch, watches TV, and eats all of the good crisps.” … “Yeah, I know I said I don’t need him, but what’s the point of even having him here if he doesn't do anything?!”

“Kimi, pipe down a bit, will ya?”

“See? Did you hear that?” … “I’m not even being that loud!” … “Okay, yeah, that was loud, but it was because I’m pissed off, Mum.” … “That’s not even a curse word!”

“Mate!”

“Sorry, Ralf.” … “What? Are you kidding me? No, I’m not gonna call him ‘Mr. Aron.’” … “Yeah, whatever.” … “Sorry. Yeah, have fun, love you. Bye.”

Kimi hung up the phone and sighed dramatically. “I’m 17 years old,” he whispered to himself in the way one does when they’re angry, but don’t want anyone else to hear, while he fake kicked the wall.

After several minutes of pantomiming a temper tantrum, Kimi sat down at his desk. He could hear the disgusting crunches of crisps being belligerently chomped on by an open mouth from downstairs harmonizing with the bickering voices of Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago on the television.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath and unlocked his phone. Just as his finger was about to press the call button on his friend Ollie’s contact page, the screen went black, except for two green and red buttons and white, medium-sized lettering displaying who was on the other end of the line: “Unknown Caller”.

Spam, he immediately concluded and clicked the red button without hesitation. But, again, before he could select the FaceTime option, the Unknown Caller screen returned. Annoyed, he quickly answered and brought it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked tiredly. Maybe it was some distant relative who thought it was his birthday or something?

“Hello,” the voice on the other end echoed.

“Hello? Who is this?” he demanded, already out of patience. The last thing he needed on this already tragically boring evening was to get stuck on the phone for an hour with someone who claimed to have changed his diapers when he was a baby.

“Oh, you know who it is. We’re good friends,” the voice replied, this time with an eerie tone that made his skin crawl.

Before Kimi could answer, the sound of a bowl clattering to the hardwood ground made him turn his head to the open door. “Fucking dumbass,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” the voice seethed.

“What? Oh, not you,” Kimi rushed to explain, “my stupid babysitter.”

“Babysitter?” it asked him, chuckling.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning back in his chair. “Shut up. I meant-”

“No, I know what you meant,” the other line interrupted. “I know all about you…”

This made Kimi sit back up in his chair. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” It simply stated.

“Alright, is this a joke? You guys know I don’t like shit like this; it’s not fun-”

“This isn’t a prank!” the voice hollered.

Kimi fell out of his seat at the sudden noise, hitting his shoulder on the edge of his desk.

“Pardon my tone,” it apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just don’t like when I’m not taken seriously.” Kimi could hear the bitterness seeping in toward the end of the sentence.

“You didn’t startle me,” he lied, getting up from the floor.

“Oh, don’t you try and deceive me,” the voice reprimanded with a snicker. “I see everything.”

Kimi’s heart fell to his now standing feet. “...what did you just say?”

“I said, ‘I know everything.’”

“No, you didn’t. You said…” At this realization, Kimi dropped his phone, not even bothering to end the call, and rushed out of his bedroom. Prank or not, he was freaked the fuck out and wanted to leave. Right. Fucking. Now.

As he made his way down the stairs, he abruptly came to a halt before he reached the bottom. On the floor in front of the couch lay a mess of crushed crisps and a haphazardly tossed wooden bowl from his cupboard. No Ralf. With shaking limbs, he descended the final steps to inspect the scene further.

“Mike! Mike! Mike!”

Kimi turned around so quickly he almost lost his balance. His heart settled when he realized it was just the stupid movie playing on the television. He promptly grabbed the remote and turned it off.

But when he looked at the reflection of the black tinted glass, he could see something behind him. Something out of the ordinary. He squinted to try and make out what it was.

“Aw, you don’t like scary movies?”

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[ship268]

BAD268"s Drivers (Random) Masterlist

!! I have expanded beyond just WEC, so this is just random drivers lol !!

Ralf Aron

Best to Worst to Best --W.C. 1567

Skip to That Part --W.C. 1270

New Team Principal —W.C. 1285

This Isn’t a Date? —W.C. 1092

Surprise! --W.C. 1135

Bound to Happen --W.C. 1094 (Coming Soon)

Untitled --W.C. ? (Coming Soon)

Taylor Barnard

None yet

Jenson Button

You're Cute --W.C. 940

Juan Manuel Correa

Racing Hearts and Scholarly Pursuits – W.C. 1749

Untitled --W.C. ?

Arthur Leclerc

Queen of Monaco–W.C. 4108

4+1 – W.C. 2113

Teenage Heartbreak Queen –W.C. 1992

That Should Be Me --W.C. 1091

Zane Maloney

Everyone But You --W.C. 1143 (Coming Soon)

Clement Novalak

Rush –W.C. 386

Enchanted --W.C. 463

Untitled --W.C. ?

Theo Pourchaire

Second Place– W.C. 1342

Kimi Raikkonen

Demon – W.C. 327

Logan Sargeant

All I Ever Wanted –W.C. 1759

The Light Behind Your Eyes –W.C. 1338

Lesbian –W.C. 483

Mick Schumacher

Angel –W.C. 395

Frederik Vesti

None yet

Sebastian Vettel

Map –W.C. 338

Connor Zilisch

None yet

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Sponsor - Paul's posts

See Y/N's posts, Ralf's posts up soon

Paularon_

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paularon_ business partners! so happy about this collaboration with fhih and @/yourusername. for the past few months you’ve been a great friend and you’re so good at what you do. i'm so lucky to have both a best friend and an incredible business partner in one person! thank you for believing in me <;3 tagged yourusername

posted february 6th, 2023

yourusername brb crying yourusername thank you so much paul <3 aronralf welcome to the family y/n randomfan this is so sweeeet prema_racing let's go😎 noccoeesti 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼 premafan y/n’s aesthetic🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

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Paularon_

Bahrain

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paularon_ first race of the season✅

posted march 4th, 2023

paulsfan let's go babyyyyy mercedesamgf1 on to the next💪🏼💪🏼 premafannn ❤️❤️❤️ yourusername well done champ! zak.osullivan nice sunglasses mate paularonfan it was good to see you race again! and more to come tomorrow :))

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Paularon_

Monaco

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paularon_ trackwalk thursday

posted may 25th, 2023

dinobeganovic_ trackwalk thursday without me 🙄

paularon_ not my fault you were late 🙄

fanofarons ralf and y/n bonding as paul takes insta picture

yourusername we were genuienly trying to discuss something for the next race but paul didnt let us 😭

yourusername cant wait for the raceeee premafan i will always be obsessed with pauls instagram

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Paularon_

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paularon_ winner winner yn gets us dinneeeeeeer tagged fiaf3, prema_racing, mercedesamgf1, yourusername

posted june 4th, 2023

yourusername i love spending money because you won pls win more often🥰 ynstan y/n implying she will get them dinner every race win is so rich ceo of her as she should frederikvestiofficial good job today 🙏🏼 paulfans let's get it!!!! so proud of you🖤💙 aronralf let's go olliebearman can you buy me dinner too when i win? @/yourusername

yourusername yes omg

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Paularon_

Barcelona, Spain

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paularon_ vacation with the aron's tagged aronralf, annaaron_, yourusername

posted july 26th, 2023

paulsfan aww the aron parents cute🥹🥹 ralfandpaullover yn coming on the family vacation racingfan hope you're enjoying the time off yourusername this is a big slay yourusername my fav arons in one post!! (mrs aron and anna)😍😍 zak.osullivan have fun mate!

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Paularon_

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paularon_ he might get the kisses but i get all the money (since you're publicly together now here's some digustingly cute pictures i took) tagged yourusername, aronralf

posted august 10th, 2023

yourusername stop paul these are lovely🥲🥲 juanmanuelcorrea_ theyre so gross

yourusername dont lie you love having us as parents

paulsfan OHMYGOD??? THIS IS SO CUTE yoursibling youre so right for taking her money ynlover these pictures omg racingfan yn being pauls sponsor, bestie and now in law is just so funny aronralf 💜💜

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[oscpias]

Hey, I was thinking if I should start writing imagines ans oneshots too...

At the moment my favourite drivers are:

Oscar Piastri

Logan Sargeant

Paul Aron

Ralf Aron

Zane Maloney

I’m going to add more drivers as it goes but for the beginning I would write for my favourites

[itsskyvoltage]

The Serendipitous Café

Pairing: Ralf Osphe x female! reader

Warning: None

Masterlist

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Y/N L/N had always loved the quaint little café on the corner of Maple Street. Its rustic charm, with its mismatched furniture and eclectic décor, offered a sanctuary from the bustling city. She spent many afternoons there, lost in her books and the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

On one particularly crisp autumn afternoon, Y/N pushed open the café’s door, the familiar bell jingling overhead. She greeted the barista with a warm smile and ordered her usual – a caramel macchiato and a blueberry scone. As she waited, she noticed a new face behind the counter, a tall man with messy dark hair and piercing green eyes. He was chatting animatedly with the barista, his laughter filling the room.

“Here’s your order, Y/N,” the barista said, handing her the tray.

“Thanks, Jenna,” Y/N replied, her curiosity piqued about the new arrival.

She found her favorite corner seat, a cozy nook by the window, and settled in with her book. As she sipped her coffee, she couldn’t help but steal glances at the man behind the counter. He seemed so at ease, so full of life, and there was something about his smile that made her heart skip a beat.

After a while, the café grew quieter, and the man made his way over to Y/N’s table. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, holding a cup of coffee and a pastry.

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but intrigued. “Sure, go ahead.”

“I’m Ralf, by the way. I just started working here,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N,” she replied, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

They fell into easy conversation, talking about everything from their favorite books to their dreams and aspirations. Y/N found herself laughing more than she had in a long time, and Ralf’s enthusiasm was infectious.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow inside the café, Ralf looked at Y/N with a twinkle in his eye. “You know, I think I’m going to like it here,” he said softly.

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. “I think I will, too.”

Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Ralf fell into a comfortable routine. They spent many afternoons together at the café, sharing stories and dreams over cups of coffee and delicious pastries. Y/N found herself looking forward to their conversations, her days brightened by Ralf’s presence.

One chilly afternoon, Y/N arrived at the café to find Ralf waiting for her with a mischievous grin. “I have a surprise for you,” he announced.

“Oh? What is it?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the café.

They walked down the street to a small park, where Ralf had set up a picnic under a large oak tree. The sight of the cozy blanket and the array of snacks made Y/N’s heart swell with joy.

“This is amazing, Ralf,” she said, settling down on the blanket.

“I thought you might like it,” he replied, sitting down beside her. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

They spent the afternoon enjoying the crisp air, the vibrant fall colors, and each other’s company. As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, Y/N felt a sense of contentment she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Ralf,” she said softly, “thank you. This means a lot to me.”

He looked at her, his green eyes reflecting the warm light. “You mean a lot to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere.

In that moment, Y/N realized just how much Ralf had come to mean to her. He wasn’t just a friend; he was someone special, someone who made her heart race and her soul sing.

Winter had arrived, blanketing the city in a layer of snow. The café was warm and inviting, a refuge from the cold. Y/N and Ralf continued to spend their days together, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

One evening, as they were closing up the café, Ralf turned to Y/N with a nervous look. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

“What is it, Ralf?” Y/N asked, her heart pounding.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I care about you, Y/N. More than just a friend. I think I’m falling for you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She had felt the same way but had been too afraid to admit it. “Ralf, I care about you too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across Ralf’s face as he took a step closer to her. “Really?” he asked, his eyes shining with hope.

“Really,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing.

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away as Ralf leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and tender, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions they had been holding back. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling of pure happiness and contentment.

When they finally pulled away, Ralf looked at Y/N with a wide smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Me too,” Y/N said, her heart soaring.

They stood there in the quiet café, their hearts intertwined and their futures suddenly looking a lot brighter. In each other, they had found something special, something worth cherishing.

With the arrival of spring, the city came alive with color and new beginnings. Y/N and Ralf’s relationship blossomed, their love growing stronger with each passing day. They spent countless hours together, exploring the city, sharing their dreams, and creating beautiful memories.

One sunny afternoon, they decided to visit the local botanical garden. Hand in hand, they wandered through the vibrant displays of flowers, their laughter mingling with the chirping of birds.

“This place is beautiful,” Y/N said, breathing in the fragrant air.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Ralf replied, squeezing her hand.

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. “You always know how to make me feel special.”

“That’s because you are special,” Ralf said, stopping to face her. “Y/N, I never thought I could be this happy. You’ve brought so much joy into my life, and I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she looked at Ralf, her heart overflowing with love. “I feel the same way, Ralf. You’ve made my life so much brighter.”

Ralf smiled, pulling her into a warm embrace. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Ralf,” Y/N replied, her voice filled with emotion.

They stood there, surrounded by the beauty of the garden and the promise of a bright future together. In each other’s arms, they had found their true happiness, and they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

As the years passed, Y/N and Ralf’s love only grew stronger. They faced life’s ups and downs hand in hand, their bond unbreakable. They celebrated each other’s successes, supported each other through hardships, and cherished every moment they spent together.

On a warm summer evening, under the twinkling stars, Ralf proposed to Y/N in the same park where they had their first picnic. With tears of joy in her eyes, Y/N said yes, her heart full of love and excitement for their future.

Their wedding was a beautiful celebration of their love, surrounded by family and friends. As they exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

“You are my everything, Y/N,” Ralf said, his voice choked with emotion. “I promise to love you forever and always.”

“And you are my everything, Ralf,” Y/N replied, her heart bursting with happiness. “I promise to stand by you, to love you, and to cherish you, forever and always.”

As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the room erupted in applause and cheers. Y/N and Ralf looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that they had found their forever in each other.

Their love story, filled with serendipitous moments and beautiful memories, was a testament to the magic of true love. And as they embarked on their new journey together, hand in hand, they knew that their love would continue to grow, forever and always.

*This is the first time I wrote a fanfic. Hopefully you enjoyed it.*

[bad268]

Hey, could you write something with Ralf Aron? Like y/n is around the age of 24 and still studying but like she lives in another country. And since he‘s racing again they haven’t seen each other in a long time y/n decides to ditch uni work and surprises him at Spa? Maybe with the help of Fred Vesti who was his teammate for this race

Thank you <3

Surprise! (Ralf Aron X Student! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Clearly (I love them! Also, I'd be down to write for Fred too <3)

Warnings: showering together, and implying yall are having sex in the bathroom (spoiler, you're not)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1135

Summary: The reader finally has time to surprise Ralf at Spa with the help of Fred.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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When Ralf told you he wanted to switch from team principal back to driver, you were concerned at first. You were just about to start your master’s degree at your dream university, and you knew you would have very limited time to visit him. It was already hard enough when he was the principal, but now, he was the driver. That changed everything! You had never missed a race he was in, but sometimes, you need to put yourself first.

You both did your best to call every day, but it was hard sometimes with the time zones, race sessions, and class times. It was hard, and you really started to miss him after only a month of texts. You missed his voice. You missed his face. You missed his arms around you. You missed him. Period. 

Well, it seemed like the racing gods were looking down on you during the week Ralf was racing at Spa, and you were notified that your university was having a power outage. All of your classes were moved online for the foreseeable future, so suddenly, you had the time to go see him race. As soon as you saw that email, you looked for the first flight out and booked it. Then, you messaged one of your friends, who agreed to pick you up and help you get into the racetrack unnoticed. Fred Vesti, one of your friends from when you worked with Ralf at Prema and one of Ralf’s current teammates, agreed to take care of everything for you.

You landed the next morning, and true to his word, Fred was there at the airport, ready to take you straight to the track for the practice session. He told you how Ralf was doing a stint, so he didn’t even know that Fred took his rented car. The team didn’t care; they got the car for the team to use. 

You both laughed and caught up until Fred pulled into the car park. Fred led you through the gates without getting spotted. How he did that, you’ll never know. You made it around to the garage right around the time you saw Ralf’s car coming down the pitlane, and you knew this was your chance. You ran to the back of the garage where the driver’s room was, and you laid out on the couch, acting as if you had been there for hours. Within seconds, Ralf was walking through the door, taking his helmet off in the process and not glancing your way.

“How was the session?” You spoke up, thinking he just didn't see you.

“Could’ve gone better,” He replied as he brushed you aside. He just continued taking off his racing gear and pulled off the top half of his racing suit. “The car was oversteery and off-balanced the whole time, but they’ll get it figured out for your stint.”

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea to put me behind the wheel,” You joked with a laugh in disbelief, “Do you know how many tries it took me to get my normal license?”

“Thought you got it on your first try?” Ralf questioned as he finally looked over to you, and his eyes widened as he ran over to you. He threw his body on top of you entirely, crushing you between him and the couch. “When did you get here? How did you get here? Do your professors know?”

“Power outage at school, so classes are back on Zoom for the foreseeable future, and you seem to forget Fred is one of my closest friends from Prema,” You chuckled as you started trying to push him off of you, “Can you get up? I can’t breathe, and you’re all sweaty. Cute but sweaty.”

“I was going to take a shower, but now you’re here,” Ralf replied as he rolled the two of you over so you could rest on his chest.

“Me being here means you won’t take a shower?” You asked as you arched an eyebrow at him when you lifted your head up. “Absolutely not, Ralf Aron. You are getting in the shower, and we are going back to the hotel. I already got approval from the team to take you away for the rest of the day.”

“I’ll get in if you join me,” Ralf countered as he sat up, moving you to sit on his lap and tightening his arms around your waist.

“No funny business, mister,” You threatened with no real heat as you pointed a finger at him before giving him a kiss when he nodded in response. All too soon for Ralf’s liking, you pulled away. “Alright, let’s go. We have a schedule to uphold.”

“What schedule is this?” Ralf questioned as he stood up, still holding you. He walked you to the bathroom and set you on the counter while he took off the rest of his racing suit and fireproofs. “I wasn’t aware of any schedule.”

“I didn’t tell you, that’s what,” You laughed as you followed suit in taking your clothes off too. Ralf started the shower and waited for it to get up to temperature, expecting you to continue. You walked into his open arms, wrapping yours around his shoulders as you played with the hairs at the back of his head. “I made reservations for dinner. Is it a crime that I wanted a date night?”

“I’m paying, though,” Ralf laughed as he got into the shower, holding his hand out to help you in.

“Of course you are!” You said with fake enthusiasm. “I paid to get here. Of course, you’re paying for dinner, at least.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Ralf teased with an eye-roll as he pulled you under the water with him.

“No, you’re lucky I love you,” You countered, pushing back a little to get your head out of the direct stream of water. “I wouldn’t fly out to meet some random person. You should feel special.”

“Trust me, I feel very special,” Ralf chuckled as he pulled you back under the water and into a kiss. When you pulled away, you tried to look up at him, but every time you did, water would hit your eyes.

“Is this what it’s like kissing in the rain? Movies make this look so much more romantic.”

“We can test that out whenever you want,” Ralf pointed out, “We’re in Belgium! It rains every other minute here!”

“Please don’t be doing what I think you’re doing in there!” Fred yelled from the other side of the door. “We all have to share this bathroom for the weekend!”

“Surprise, Fred!” You shouted with a smirk. You found joy in teasing Fred any chance you could, and this was no exception.

“I regret ever helping you get here.”

~~~~~

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[lechrts]

What Are We. ✷ Paul Aron

Pairing: Paul Aron x Friend!reader

Summary: When all signs start to point that maybe you guys are more than friends.

Word Count: 2.1k

Vera’a Voice! Free time for me!!!! Which means I get to write and get down and dirty and grind. (Write.) this blurb is for my bbg Ellis. Hai. Suhhhhh. ok now adding this bit but I already wrote everything so its too late but im giggling bc I just searched and learned estonia is not that much of a warm beachy country oops. Ok Bye. my b. OH WELL.

The long-awaited summer break was something you had looked forward to since the season began. Climbing the ladder as a media intern in motorsports had been tough, but landing your big break in Formula 2 made every late night and early morning worth it.

It was one step closer to your ultimate dream.

Sure, it had been thrilling, but also more stressful than you’d ever imagined. Capturing the perfect shot, fumbling with your camera settings at the worst moments, and racing against deadlines—it was far from easy.

But despite the challenges, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Being young and working as an intern came with its own unique perks too—like getting to know some of the drivers on a personal level.

Not even a year ago would you have ever thought you’d be on a little friend vacation to Estonia with people like Paul Aron or Dino Beganovic and a couple other beloved interns that you had the pleasure of meeting.

And if you told yourself seven months ago you’d be in this scenario, you’d actually laugh.

Paul had been thoughtful enough to organize this entire trip, excited to share the beauty of his homeland with everyone.

Even after traveling halfway across the globe for this sport, Estonia easily ranked as one of the most stunning places you’d ever seen.

It was day two of this unforgettable getaway, and the late afternoon was approaching fast. The group had spent the day soaking up the sun at the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and enjoying the luxurious villa you’d all pitched in to rent for the week.

But now, it was time for something even more special—Paul was finally taking you all to see his true home, where his mother had prepared a dinner that promised to be just as warm and inviting as the country itself.

Dinner in Paul’s family home was as cozy and picturesque as you’d expected. His mom had gone all out, setting the table with traditional Estonian dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas. Paul was effortlessly charming, introducing everyone to his siblings, Anna and Ralf, and making sure no one felt out of place.

You’d always known Paul had this way of making people feel special—it was part of his personality, the charm that came so naturally to him. To you, he’d always just been Paul. Sure, he was flirty sometimes, but that was just who he was, right? Nothing more.

Or so you thought.

The meal was going smoothly until Anna, his sister, casually leaned across the table and asked, “So, how long have you two been together?”

The entire table froze for half a second before erupting into giggles and suppressed laughter.

Your fork clattered against your plate as you nearly choked. “What?” you sputtered, eyes darting to Paul for backup. “We’re not—no, no. We’re not together.”

Anna blinked at you innocently. “Really? You sure? Because I would've thought—”

Ralf snickered, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, the way you two act—it’s like, I don’t know, kind of obvious?”

Your face burned, and you glanced at Paul, who had leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He wasn’t rushing to clear anything up either.

What an idiot.

Before you could stammer out another denial, Paul’s mother chimed in, her voice light but curious. “Paul, you never told me you had a girlfriend?"

Your jaw dropped. “I’m not his—”

Paul cut in smoothly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ema,” he said, addressing his mother, “Don't worry, I would've told you.”

The laughter at the table got even louder. Dino, seated to your right, practically doubled over as he tried (and failed) to keep his drink from spilling. One of the others whispered something that sent him into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry, but this is too good,” Dino said, wiping at his eyes. “You should see your face right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, your cheeks blazing. “We’re just friends!” You insisted again, though the way everyone at the table was grinning made it clear no one believed you.

Paul leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax,” He said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You’re enjoying this,” You quietly gritted through your teeth back, side-eyeing him.

He shrugged, completely unbothered as he whispered. “A little.”

The laughter slowly died down, but the tension lingered. You tried to focus on your plate, but it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest or the way Paul kept sneaking amused glances at you.

It was just Paul, you told yourself. The same Paul who flirted with everyone, who loved teasing you, who couldn’t possibly mean anything by it. But tonight, under the warm glow of the dining room lights, surrounded by his family and friends, the line between teasing and something more felt blurrier than ever.

And the way he winked at you before taking another bite of his food only made that flutter worse.

Soon, the evening had settled in beautifully, the Estonian coastline bathed in hues of amber and violet as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon.

After dinner, the group returned to the villa, laughter and chatter filling the spacious living room as everyone settled into their version of post-dinner relaxation. Dino had taken to challenging the others in a card game, while the rest debated over who would make the best DJ for the night.

You had excused yourself after a while, craving a quiet moment away from the lively energy. The villa's balcony called to you, with its perfect view of the shore and the gentle sound of waves rolling against the sand. The cool evening air kissed your skin as you leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze fill your lungs. The horizon stretched endlessly, the water shimmering under the soft glow of the moon.

For a while, you simply let yourself get lost in the serenity of the moment, your thoughts wandering back to the chaos of dinner. The teasing, the tension, the way Paul’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. You shook your head, trying to brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics.

It was just Paul.

Or was it?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to the balcony slide open until Paul’s voice broke through the quiet.

"Got room for one more?"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him step closer, joining you anyways, his familiar smirk in place. He leaned against the railing beside you, his arm brushing lightly against yours. The touch was subtle, barely there, but it sent a small jolt through you nonetheless.

"You okay?" He asked.

“Just needed a little air.” You glanced at him, half-expecting him to move away, but he didn’t. If anything, he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he didn’t notice—or maybe he did.

For a while, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the distant waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either. The day’s events had left too much unsaid.

Finally, Paul broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone a little hesitant, “I almost planned this trip just for the two of us.”

You turned to him, surprised. “What?”

He gave you a small, self-conscious smile. “Yeah. I wanted it to be just us. I thought it’d be nice to show you where I’m from, spend some time together without… racing being in the way.” He let out a quiet laugh.

“But Dino found out, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Said it’d be too obvious, especially since we aren't, you know…”

“Together?,” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on the shoreline. “Yeah. And I couldn’t really argue with him.. he said I could've scared you off.”

Your heart was racing now, the implications of his words sinking in. He’d wanted this trip to be just the two of you? You hadn’t even realized he’d thought about you like that.

“You actually planned this for us?” You asked, your voice soft.

He shrugged, his smile a little shy. “I wanted to show you something important to me. I thought maybe it’d mean something more.” He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “But I guess I didn’t do a great job of getting my point across.”

You blinked, the memories of all the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you during race weekends were suddenly flooding your mind.

You’d brushed it off every time, chalking it up to Paul just being Paul.

But now…

“I guess.. I didn’t realize,” You admitted quietly.

Paul chuckled, his arm brushing yours again as he leaned a little closer. “Yeah, I got that impression. You’re not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to certain things.”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Oh, come on!" You nudged your arm against his, now even closer than ever.

"Okay, maybe I’m a little oblivious. But in my defense, you flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you’re serious?”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “I do flirt a lot. But not like this—not with you.” His voice dropped slightly, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten.

“You’re different.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Paul shifted, turning to face you fully now. “Look, I’m just going to say it." He laugh, probably feeling embarrassed it's taken this long to properly ask you.

"I’ve been trying to make it obvious that I’m interested in you, but maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong way.” He let out a breath, his lips quirking into a now nervous smile. “So… what are we? Because I know what I want us to be. I’ve known for a while now. And it sucked having to deny to my family that you're my girlfriend.” He paused.

"And you have no idea how badly I wanted it to be true." He laughed softly again, shaking his head.

“I want this—us—to be something more. I’ve been dropping hints for months, and either you’re really good at ignoring them, or I’m terrible at this.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was and how genuine he was.

“I just… I didn’t think you've ever been serious,” You admitted.

“Well, I am,” He said simply, his voice steady now. “And I don’t want to dance around it anymore. Let me take you on a proper date. Just us. No Dino, no friends, no interruptions.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at you—open, vulnerable, and completely earnest—made it impossible to say anything but yes.

“Okay,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he let out a breath of relief, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he pulled back. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”

As the waves crashed softly in the distance, the two of you leaned against the railing once more, shoulders touching. This time, the spark between you wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a promise of something new, something real—and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

comments , likes , & reblogs are appreciated ! ^_^ kinda fw this one!!!! Ur Welcome Ellis Baef.

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.10

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: The journey of Y/n's pregnancy...

Warning: pregnancy/ mentions of throwing up/ mention of birth/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 2.1k

When she found out she was pregnant, Y/n was the happiest she’d ever been, but this happiness quickly faded into worry. She and her baby daddy were celebrities, her pregnancy was going to be all over social medias, her baby too. Callum and she talked about it and decided they wanted to keep it private. They told the cast that she was pregnant, because they should know, and their press tour wasn’t over. Yes, Master of the Air was out already, but the interviews didn’t stop. During the first weeks of her pregnancy, it was easy to hide, her belly was flat, and she didn’t have any symptoms. But as she was in her 7th week, she started to get morning sickness.

-

She tried to listen to all the questions and the answers of her co-stars, but she felt like throwing up. Luckly for her, the microphone wasn’t attached to her, it was a microphone that she held in her hand. She put it far away from her, so the public won’t hear her humming, it was a tip Callum’s mom gave to her to prevent her from throwing up. But it didn’t work. ‘’Nate, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I must go to the bathroom’’ she tried to hide her sickness in her voice. She got up and walked quickly backstage. ‘’Yeah, we can take a break, after Nate’s answer of course’’ The interviewer said. ‘’Oh, I was done, we can take a five-minute break’’ he said. Y/n was running to the bathroom, but an assistant was running next to her with a trash bin, in case she didn’t make it. She pulled the trash bin as she sat on a chair to empty her stomach in the trash. Callum walked up to her and pressed his hand on her back, to support her. He held her hair as she continued to puke her guts out. ‘’I’m sorry, I tried not to, but – ‘’ she threw up again. Austin and Anthony walked up to the couple; Nate was behind them. ‘’If my answer was that bad, you could’ve told me’’ he joked. Y/n looked at him, rolling her eyes before wiping her mouth with a tissue.

-

For the first few months, she succeeded in hiding her condition, but when her belly started to grow, it became harder. Her outfits became more baggy, which the internet found weird since she was always beautifully dressed. Some fans started to speculate about Y/n being pregnant, but the rumours stayed low. But when she reached mid second trimester, she decided to stop doing interviews, it was too risky. Now, the fans started to speculate, even the actors were asked questions about her not being with them anymore. They dodged the question and protected the secret of their colleague. Callum found it difficult, when she was with him, he could make sure that she was okay, now she was at home, he found it hard.

-

‘’The fans can’t stop asking about you, I think you should come to the next interview’’ Callum said, looking at his girlfriend, who was 8 months pregnant, with twins. It’s been a long time since she was in front of a camera, but he was right, the fans were becoming too much, and she should make a public appearance. ‘’Yeah, where’s the next one?’’ she asked, pushing on her arms to sit on the couch. ‘’It’s tomorrow, and it’s close, not a long drive’’ he said. ‘’Good, because the twins won’t be happy with me, dressing up and moving that much’’ she laughed. Her pregnancy was going well, because her doctor told her that if she wanted to go back to work, she could.

-

She was nervous, but the guys were so sweet. They were backstage, waiting for the interviewer to call them. ‘’It’s nice to see you back!’’ Ralf said, smiling. ‘’Thanks, I missed you guys’’ she breathed out. ‘’So please give it up for Austin Butler, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle, Nate Mann, Ralf Laur, Barry Keoghan and the wonderful Y/n Y/l/n!’’ when the crowd heard her name, they made so much noise she thought the walls were going to collapse. But when they say her pregnant belly, the sound level exploded. Y/n smiled and waved at the crowd. She sat next to Callum and Austin. After minutes, the crowd finally went silent. ‘’Wow, you guys missed me that much?’’ Barry joked; he missed the last interview. Everyone laughed and waited for Y/n’s replies. ‘’Yes Barry, they were screaming for you’’ she teased, looking at him. She winked at the crowd and smiled. ‘’How are you, Y/n?’’ someone in the crowd yelled. ‘’I’m heavily pregnant with twins, thank you very much, how are you’’ she replied. The public laughed. ‘’Joke’s aside, I’m really great, I’m happy to be back’’ she said. The interview went well, but now, it was time for the public to ask questions. ‘’Before we start with the questions, please respect my private life, I will gladly answer your questions, but don’t push it’’ Y/n said. ‘’Hi everyone, I wanted to ask what’s a character trait or habit that stayed with you after filming?’’ the fan asked. Y/n raised her brows, the question was really good. The cast looked at each other, wondering who was going to go first. ‘’Well, Rose is a complex character. Uh, the thing I learned with her is that everyone is not invincible, it sounds stupid, but we often think that people, especially selfless people, can break sometimes and as a person that puts others first, it made me realise how important talking about it is. It might not be clear, but yeah, we’re all humans and you don’t know what people are going through.’’ She said, trying to be clear. The guys nodded. She smiled as she felt her babies kick, they were agreeing with her. Others answered and the microphone was passed to another fan. ‘’Hi, Y/n, Callum, how do you deal with the attention you’ve been getting since the beginning of the press tour?’’ one of the fans asked. They both looked at each other. ‘’It’s a lot, and we try to contain it, so it doesn’t affect people around us, like when Y/n posted the pictures on her Instagram and people were speculating about it, we had to ask Graham Norton to talk about our show, because that’s why we’re doing interviews, promote Master of the Air. So, we like it, but it can’t take too much in our lives’’ Callum said. ‘’That’s mainly one of the reasons why I came here today, people were only asking questions about me. So, we love it, but like Callum said, we love the attention, as long as it doesn’t become too much’’ she added.

It was time for the last question, fans were respectful with Y/n’s pregnancy, and she was grateful for it. ‘’Hi, Y/n I love you so much! Can I ask about what changed since you’re pregnant?’’ the fan was so sweet. ‘’Hi, uh, other than my body, my mentality changed a lot. I’m slowly realizing all the responsibilities that’s going to come with having twins. I also started to understand what parents mean when they say that it goes too fast. So, I’m understanding that I’m going to be a mother and it’s going to change me forever. But my body is the main change’’ she laughed. ‘’Do you know what you’re having, yet?’’ Anthony asked. ‘’Yes’’ she looked at Callum. ‘’We’re having two little girls’’ he said. The crowd cheered on the couple. ‘’Awn, do you have names yet?’’ Austin asked. They both nodded. ‘’We’re going to keep it secret until they come out, but yeah, we got it all figured out, the only thing that we don’t know is who the godfather is going to be’’ Y/n said. Barry and Anthony lifted their hand at the same time, making everyone laugh. ‘’You’re the godmother of my son, me!’’ Barry exclaimed, making Y/n laugh even more. ‘’We’ll come back to that later’’ Callum said, since his girlfriend was laughing too much, and wasn’t able to speak.

-

Austin sat at the end of the table; they were going to tell him that they wanted him to be the godfather. ‘’Why does this feel like an interrogation’’ he laughed. ‘’Sorry, we have something to ask you’’ Callum starts. ‘’Um, we want you to be the godfather of our girls’’ Y/n says, smiling. ‘’Are you joking?’’ he asks, smiling. ‘’No, we’re serious. You’ve always been there for us, and we want you to be there for our girls.’’ Callum explains. Austin’s eyes fill with tears as he nods. ‘’I would love to be the godfather of the babies you’re carrying’’ he says, looking at Y/n. When Austin stops talking, Y/n feels the babies kick, and they kick hard because she can see her belly move. ‘’I think they approved our choice’’ she laughs as she shows the two men the fight that’s taking place in her stomach.

-

The closer they were from the due date; the more Callum was freaking out and the more calm Y/n was. Frankly, Callum couldn’t understand how she was calm, she was about to push two babies out of her and looked like she came back from a Spa in Bali. ‘’Callum, honey, you’re giving me a headache, calm down. Everything is fine, I’m only 2 centimeters dilated, they can put me in the hospital when I’m at 3, we live 8 minutes away. It’s going to be fine’’ she giggled, seeing her boyfriend pacing around the living room. ‘’You are being too calm and it’s stressing me!’’ he said, looking at her. Y/n smiled and tried not to laugh. When she felt another contraction, she gave him a look, telling him to come sit down next to her so he could support her. But since he was stressing her, she asked him to go in their room and get her a new shirt, she was sweating. She breathed her way through it and timed it. She got up to walk around the house, in hope of making the contractions painless, but when she stood up, her water broke. ‘’Honey, don’t panic, but my water just broke’’ she shouted to Callum, he was in the other room. ‘’WHAT? IT’S HAPPENING?!’’ he yelled from their bedroom. ‘’Yes, it is’’ she replied.

-

Daisy Rose Turner and Ophelia Mary Turner, that was the name of the two newborns. Callum was holding Daisy, and Austin, who Y/n called to help Callum calm down, held Ophelia. Y/n was sleeping, the labour and delivery went on for 11 hours, she was a trooper. She did get the epidural, but her body was tired. Callum was so happy, he called his mom, telling her that his girls had her names as a middle name was something he was looking forward to ever since they decided on their names. When he broke the news, his mom immediately started to cry. Telling her son how proud of him she was and how excited she was to be a grandmother. ‘’Kaia was right, your children are so beautiful’’ Austin whispered. Callum smiled and looked at his daughters. ‘’Like their mother’’ he whispered back. Minutes later, Y/n woke up, she was still tired. ‘’Hey, how did you sleep?’’ Callum asked. ‘’Good, where are the girls?’’ she asked. ‘’The nurse took them to do their tests, Austin followed them.’’ He reassured her. She was traumatized by the baby kidnapping in Jane the Virgin, that was something she said to Callum very early in her pregnancy: You always follow our baby. In this case, babies. ‘’Thank you for making me a father, that’s something I’ve always dreamed about and I’m so grateful that you’re the mother of my girls.’’ Callum said, kissing her hand. Y/n was smiling, tears of joy immediately fell on her cheeks. ‘’And I’m ecstatic that you’re the father of my babies. I love you, Callum’’ she said, with a gentle voice. ‘’I love you too, Y/n’’

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, no labels

- “I’m carrying my body weight in presents, so shut it"

The magic of Christmas was something special—something that could mend relationships, make adults feel like children again, and bring together those who had drifted apart.

Colorful ornaments adorned towering Christmas trees, hiding the gifts underneath just a little. And if Christmas was spent with family, it became even more beautiful.

The girl Paul was closest to had caught the last flight to Tallinn before heavy snow temporarily slowed down the flow of passengers at the Estonian airport. She had settled into the beautiful villa where the boys lived. She loved Christmas, the preparations that came with it, the wonderful smiles of children, and all the little things that brought her joy.

She was the kind of person who was content with very little, always smiling beneath the glasses she wore to avoid straining her eyes—the same eyes Paul never got tired of looking into.

They hated putting labels on themselves or talking about their relationship. Between them, everything was so simple that trying to define it felt like an unnecessary complication for something so pure and clean. They had met by chance and continued to see each other between video calls, with the occasional late-night message when one of them had fallen asleep and the other needed to talk.

And so, an extra place was added at the table that year. Despite her mind telling her to spend the holidays with her family, as she always had, her heart needed to enter that home and experience something new. Everything was new for her there, except for a few people who had grown accustomed to discovering new parts of her—and adoring every one of them.

Perhaps some would call it a bold move to invite her to something as important as Christmas with the family, but as everyone thought, there was nothing more transparent than the affection she had for the Estonian driver, his family, and their traditions—not to mention the huge smile that lit up her face when she saw the children. They were so blonde they looked like a little team of angels.

“I really, really want to help,” said the girl as she sliced bread on a wooden cutting board, ready to set it on the table. Margit, who wanted her to enjoy the evening without lifting a finger, tried to dissuade her.

“If I were you, I’d let her,” Paul chimed in, stealing a breadstick from the container as he walked behind the women of the house and Ralf, who was checking whether the evening’s first dish was cooking properly.

She turned, giving him an amused look, her hair tied back in a messy bun with strands of her bangs slipping loose onto her forehead.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the Estonian said, crossing his arms and leaning his lower back against the kitchen counter.

“I’m not violent or anything, I swear,” she said, raising her hands in mock innocence toward the driver’s mother, who responded with a sweet, elegant laugh.

“I have something to say about that,” Paul teased.

“Have you decided you’re a pain in the ass?” Anna shot back, trying to chase her brother out of the kitchen by pushing and holding him by the arm.

“Everybody hates me. I’m done,” he declared, stealing another breadstick behind his back as he disappeared through the door to lift one of his nephews into the air. The child had been loudly calling for Uncle Paul.

The atmosphere was beautiful. From the kitchen island, Margit, Anna, and the family’s new addition could see the entire living room, where an explosion of joy brought color to an otherwise minimalist home.

All the children were seated around the tree, with one of the more distant uncles dressed as Santa Claus telling stories, while the Aron cousins worked on drawings that the kids would later sign.

Ralf had connected his phone to one of the speakers scattered throughout the house and started playing a Christmas playlist, making the girl wrinkle her nose.

But the best part was sitting down to eat together. The children sat at their own table, engrossed in a conversation about the latest cartoon to watch, while the adults discussed various topics.

One of the evening’s focal points was the girl herself. Sitting next to Paul, she answered an endless stream of questions from everyone. She was having fun, watching how Paul’s grandmother got emotional at every one of her answers while gently stroking her husband’s hand with her thumb.

“You’d make a perfect couple,” the elderly woman blurted out, pushing her glasses up her nose to get a better look at them. Both smiled, a hint of shyness softening their carefree expressions.

Paul passed her the dishes, asked if she’d like something to drink, and, when speaking with relatives in Estonian, would place a hand on her shoulder and whisper a translation before resting his chin on her head.

At Christmas, Paul changed a little. Amid the noisy table, he withdrew into himself, speaking only when spoken to, his gaze often fixed on the children’s table where they played. But that year, she had managed to make him an integral part of the group, encouraging him to open up and join the conversations with that radiant smile of hers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked while Anna had already whisked away the dishes to prepare for one of their family’s beloved traditions.

“Good,” she replied with a smile, looking into his eyes.

He ran one of his large hands through her hair, letting it slide to her shoulders, and smiled back. The way she looked at him—it was what anyone would call “the look of love.”

After a few rounds of the family game, everyone got up and moved to the large living room, ready to open the first gifts with the children, all of them returning to a childlike state themselves.

The girl had ended up in an armchair near the tree, with one of Paul’s older brother’s sons on her lap, giving her a perfect view of the whole group.

The girls tore through wrapping paper, revealing dolls and dresses with tulle, smothering their relatives in kisses and tying ribbons around their wrists, pretending they were at a ball.

On the other side, the boys, more focused on messing with Paul and Ralf’s hair, patiently awaited their turn to do the same, while the boys’ father tried to figure out where Margit had hidden the gifts.

“Go and set the table for Santa,” Margit said with a smile, gesturing for the kids to grab the milk and cookies from the kitchen island.

“Come with us!” A dozen excited, slightly sleepy children grabbed the girl’s hands, making her wrinkle her nose in amusement as they led her to the kitchen island, where the older kids grabbed the bowls.

Paul, sitting on the couch with Anna resting her head on his chest, watched her from a distance.

Just as he always did.

He observed the way she moved, telling stories to the children, lifting them up to set the table where they couldn’t reach, giving them high-fives that made their tiny hands disappear in hers.

She was full of nostalgia—that was something he had learned.

And seeing her like this made him so happy that he couldn’t even express it, warmth spreading through his chest and his lips curving into a soft smile.

“Why do I feel like if I ever brought a girl home, you wouldn’t love her as much as you love her?” joked Ralf, placing his hands on their mother’s shoulders.

“We love everyone the same,” she said, stroking one of her son’s hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you enjoy someone’s company as much as hers,” Ralf continued.

“She’s a good girl, she is,” nodded the father of the Arons, making them smile as she returned to the room with a child in her arms and the others following behind.

She looked at everyone, letting them know the table was ready for Santa Claus, and then softly rubbed the back of one of Paul’s little cousins, who was just moments away from falling asleep.

The mothers took their children to bed, changing them into pajamas with little reindeer on them and making sure they were sound asleep before returning.

“Who’s in charge of Santa tonight?” asked Anna, stretching her arms as she got up from the couch.

“Paul,” said Margit, patting his shoulder as he stood.

“Yes!” whispered the Estonian.

Christmas Eve was the one night, besides the kids, where he had no desire to sleep at all, and staying up late to put Santa’s presents under the tree and do something special made him genuinely happy.

“Goodnight then, and Merry Christmas,” said the middle Aron sibling, giving everyone a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re staying up with me, you know,” Paul said to the girl as he approached her, a grin on his face, arms crossed as he looked down from his height of six feet.

“Why did I already know that?” she laughed, tying her hair back again as the rest headed to their respective bedrooms, leaving only Alpine’s reserve driver to follow her into her room.

They changed into pajamas and crawled under the covers, finally bringing out the gifts they had hidden in plain sight.

In the chaos of earlier gift-giving, no one had noticed that the two of them hadn’t exchanged anything, so now they found themselves doing so in the intimacy of her dimly lit room.

“Do we open them now or later?”

“We’ve got hours before we have to set the gifts, so now works,” Paul shrugged, trying to hide how excited he was to give her his present. He couldn’t bear to wait any longer.

The driver handed her the box he held in his hands, scratching the back of his neck with the other as he watched her begin to unwrap it.

Behind him, one of the house’s large windows opened onto the illuminated porch and gave a small glimpse of the darkness that usually gave way to the forest.

The Christmas lights, a warm white, framed the window and cast a soft glow inside the room, highlighting her silhouette.

He, too, was opening his gift, wearing a loose white shirt with the Grinch on it, his curls lightly tickling his forehead as he pressed his lips together and carefully untied the bow.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she said.

“I thought we were well past that kind of politeness.”

“Oh, I hate you,” she laughed, adjusting her glasses on her face.

And then she saw it. A certificate.

“I can’t read anything,” she said, turning her back to him to catch the light from the lamp on his side of the bed.

Paul took the opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist, pulling her to sit between his legs.

“The star with the following coordinates was renamed on 12/08 by Paul with the name ____.”

She read the inscription beneath the photo of a stunning star against a deep blue background, running her fingers over the thick paper of the certificate.

He had named a star after her.

And that was the most beautiful gift, the most heartfelt declaration anyone could have given her.

“I knew you’d make me cry,” she said, turning to face him.

“Don’t, or Santa won’t stop by,” he teased, wiping her eyes with his thumbs before pressing a playful kiss to her nose.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her chest as though he weren’t twice her size.

And he loved it when she hugged him like that, making him feel so warm and protected—something no one but his family had ever managed to do.

Maybe that’s exactly why she was there that night, celebrating with them, closer to him than people he’d known since he was a child.

“And, by the way, your gifts are beautiful too,” he said, running his hands gently along her spine.

They talked about presents again hours later, lying on the mattress and chatting about anything and everything, just like they always did, trying not to laugh too loudly at the silly memes on their phones.

Their hair sprawled across the pillows, the blankets keeping them warm, the scent of the room was one they both associated with rest days, holidays, and happiness.

It was that soft, cozy smell—a mix of fabric softener, love, affection, and genuine feelings.

Whenever a video was especially funny, he’d wrap his arms around her, trapping her between his biceps to muffle her laughter while trying not to burst out laughing himself.

And before they knew it, the hour of Santa Claus arrived. While he scoured the house for the gifts his mom had hidden somewhere, muttering in Estonian, she grabbed some powdered sugar and made boot prints on the parquet floor.

“There’s one for you and me, too,” said the Estonian, balancing five or six boxes stacked in his arms as he walked without looking where he stepped.

“Watch your feet, idiot,” she laughed, fixing one of the Santa footprints he’d accidentally smudged.

“I’m carrying my body weight in presents, so shut it,” he replied, starting to arrange the gifts neatly under the glowing tree so the kids could easily find them in the morning before breakfast.

“Footsteps done.”

“Santa has to eat the cookies.”

“There’s a ton of them!” she complained.

“You should’ve taught the kids better,” he shrugged, stacking the gifts carefully.

A little while later, Paul joined her at the kitchen counter, biting into the carrot meant for the reindeer.

“Oh, I forgot you’re the healthy one.”

“As if you don’t like the fit version of me.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Ah! Got you. You said yes,” Paul grinned, winking as he washed down the carrot with some milk.

“Shut up, you’ll wake the kids!” she laughed, smacking his chest as she nibbled on a cookie.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured.

And after finishing the feast the kids had prepared for Santa, they walked past the Christmas tree, smiles on their faces and exhaustion finally setting in.

“You’re ruining all the footsteps,” she scolded, noticing that with every step, the driver’s foot came dangerously close to her creations.

He looked down, realizing how close he was, and in his attempt to avoid them, he lost his balance.

But she was there, placing her hands on his hips and helping steady him, even as she herself wobbled uncertainly.

And they laughed.

They laughed.

They laughed.

With powdered sugar on the floor, the taste of cookies still on their lips, and Christmas officially arrived, he cupped her face in his hands, brushing her cheeks gently.

And in the window, they were now reflected too.

Looking at each other with the eyes of love, as the lights illuminated them.

And outside, snow had begun to fall.

~ been working on this one for a few days and if I might say so, it's really worth it. I'm kinda feeding myself my paul obsession, but hey, I didn't find him under my tree so I might as well gift him to you💫

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Dream Girl: Chapter 1 - Brother

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Chapter 2

Pairing: Neytiri x female reader

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When you were told about your older brother, Tom's death, you didn't believe it.

He spoke to you only hours ago. You told the agents; Ralf and Cassidy that.

"I'm sorry, kid," Cassidy told you that while the two of you sat on the couch in yours and Tom's apartment.

When you realized that now, with Tom's death, his Avatar won't be used. Not even for the first time.

Unless...

Tom's twin, your brother Jake, was found and talked to into coming.

You haven't spoken to Jake for a few weeks until then. Your relationship with him wasn't strong like yours with Tom, despite you tried to reach for him a few times, it never work.

Tom, as the oldest Sully, was the one who supported you to follow your dream, the one who was there to hold you when you cried in your parents' funeral. The one who told you to never give up on your hopes and dreams. The one who made his little sister laugh and smile.

He was now gone.

And yet, even though you have your brother Jake, who is identical to Tom, it wasn't the same.

Tom was always there. Jake wasn't.

You wouldn't have been surprised if he wouldn't have showed up to see our brother one last time.

But when you saw him rolling into the building on his wheelchair with Ralf and Cassidy by his side, you were surprised but deep down was relief to see he came.

That night was when you told him about the program, and when you said you will be leaving Earth for this, he agreed to join.

With Tom's gone, it was only the two of you left. Now that his twin, his older twin by five minutes, was now gone, Jake had to step in and be there to look after you.

-

"You weren't at the safety briefing."

You turned to Jake as he rolled down to your side while walking down the hall of the building in Pandora. "Already got one from my mentor," you replied as you placed your bag on top of his and walked behind him to lead him by the wheelchair, "Don't need another."

Jake hummed, "Got it."

"So, find it interesting so far?" you asked.

"Oh yeah," Jake said, "A little bit, that's why I agreed to join."

"Funny, I thought it was because Ralf told you it was paying good," you said, yet smiled a little.

He smiled and looked up at you, "It's only one of the two reasons. I joined in more because you going."

This time you hummed.

"Oh, y/n! Sorry, excuse me. Y/n!" You stopped pushing on Jake's chair and turned to see Norm Spellman, a friend of your and Tom, and also part of the program, running toward you and your brother.

"Hey, Norm," you said.

"Hey," he said as he stopped next to you. He gave you a warm embrace, "I'm really sorry about Tom."

The two of you pulled away, and you gave him a small smile, "Thanks." You looked from him to Jake, "Uh, Jake, this is Norm Spellman, he's part of the avatar program." You looked at Norm, "This is the twin I told you about, my brother Jake."

Norm nodded, "Right. You and Tom are 100% identical." He raised his hand, and Jake shook it. "Nice to meet you. I went through avatar training with your siblings."

"Nice to meet you," Jake said.

"I was about to show Jake the lab, coming?" you asked.

"Yeah," Norm answered.

You and Norm took Jake down the hall until you reached to the lab. "Into the bio-lab," Norm muttered and smiled as the three of you walked inside. "We're gonna spend a lot of time up here. Link… Here's the link room right here. This is where we're connecting to the avatar."

Jake rolled his wheelchair past Norm and toward the three Amnio Tanks where two male and a female avatars were in. You, Jake and and Norm were to drive these bodies. They were grown from human DNA mixed with the DNA of the natives.

You smiled at Max Patel, "Hey Max."

Max smiled at you, "Hey kid. 18 now, you get to try her on finally." You chuckled softly and walked around the tank of your avatar. Max looked at Norm and Jake. "Welcome to Pandora. Good to have you."

Jake and Max shook hands. "Thanks," Jake said. He scoffed as he looked at the avatars. "They got big."

"Yeah, they did," you said as you smiled while staring at your avatar.

"Tomorrow, you could take them out," Max said. He turned to Jake, "Alright, it's time for you to meet your boss for the next six years." He turned to you and stepped closer to place his hand on your back, "I'm sorry. We heard what happened with Tom. You and Jake are okay?"

"Yeah," you answered as you walked beside him toward the link room, while Norm and Jake followed behind. You looked around, "It looks different from the pictures," you muttered.

You looked to the links and saw the psionic link units lifted. You saw Grace in one of them and she groaned a little as she sat up. "Who's got my godamn cigarette? Guys! What's wrong with this picture?" The tech woman rushed closer with the lab coat and cigarette. "Thank you."

You walked faster than the guys and smiled a little at the woman as she took a puff before noticing you walking closer. She hummed and gave the cigarette to the tech woman.

"Grace Augustine is a legend," Norm said behind you as they walked in. "She's the head of the Avatar Program. She wrote the book, I mean, literally wrote the book on Pandoran botany."

"Well, that's 'cause she likes plants better than people," Max said quietly to him and Jake before watching you and Grace hugging, "Or at least one person she likes."

"I'm so sorry about your brother," Grace said as the two of you pulled away. She placed her hands on your cheeks, "How are you now?"

"I'm good," you answered, giving your mother figure a smile.

"So y/n knows that Doc?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, they pretty close, actually," Max answered. "We met her and Tom years ago, when y/n was 15. Yeah, Grace took her under her wing." Max walked closer, with Norm and Jake following. "Here she is, Cinderella back from the ball. Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman and y/n's brother, Jake Sully."

Grace placed her hand on your shoulder, ignoring your brother and focusing on Norm instead, "Norm. I hear good things about you. How's your Na'vi?"

Norm spoke in Na'vi, "'Awvea ultxari ohengeyä, Nawma Sa'nok lrrtok siveiyi." May the Great Mother smile upon our first meeting.

Grace nodded approvingly, and spoke Na'vi as well, "Tsun tivam. Aylì'u ngian nì'it skepek lu." Not bad. You still sound a bit too formal, though.

You chuckled at that, and Norm smiled a little before speaking, "Zìsìt amrr ftolia ohe, slä zene fko nivume nìtxan." I studied for five years but there is much to learn.

"Grace?" you started and nodded to your brother, "This is my brother, Jake Sully."

Grace looked at him, and her amusement had disappeared from her face. Jake nodded to her, "Ma'am."

Grace nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I know who you are, and I don't need you."

Jake raised an eyebrow, while Max frowned a little, "Uh, but--"

Grace cut him off, "Shut it." Max closed his mouth. Grace looked at Jake, "I lost your twin, but I still have the youngest Sully. She will do. Go back to Earth."

Grace turned around and started to leave. Max took a step to follow her, but you beat him to it, pointing a finger to tell them to wait before quickly stopping Grace by your side, "Grace, Grace." She sighed as she looked back at you. "He's my brother, you got to give him a chance. Please, you can't send him back to Earth, he came not just for this project, he came for me."

"Now he cares?" Grace asked quietly.

"Tom's dead, now we only got each other," you pointed out, "You, Max and Norm are the closes thing I have for a family, but he is my brother, please."

Grace looked at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking past you to go back to the guys. You quickly walked by her side and the woman looked at Jake with a look, "How much lab training have you had?"

"I dissected a frog once," Jake shrugged.

You looked up at the ceiling in annoyance. Grace looked from you to Max, "You see? You see? I mean, they're just pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain." She started to walk away again, "I'm going to Selfridge."

"No, Grace, I don't think that's a good idea," Max said.

"No, man, this is such bullshit!" Grace said, "I'm gonna kick his corporate butt. He has no business sticking his nose in my department."

Max looked from you to Norm and Jake, "Here tomorrow. 0800." He gave Jake a look, "Try and use big words."

"Easier said than done," you muttered as you gave your brother a look.

"What?" he asked as Norm and Max walked away.

"What?" you repeated quietly, "Jake, you promised to take it seriously."

"I'm taking this seriously," Jake muttered as he rolled after you.

"No you not," you said.

"Oh come on, y/n," he said and you stopped to turn back and look at him. "You and I both know that Grace doesn't want me around since the moment she laid her eyes on me. Clearly she doesn't like me because I wasn't much around for you like Tom was after our parents' died."

"Yeah, she knows everything," you said and let out a sigh.

"They asked you to talk to me, because I can use Tom's avatar," he said, "They don't want me here."

"I want you here," you said and placed your hand on his shoulder, "It's never too late for us to go back to be a family, Jake. You're my big brother, and I hoped you would come with me, so we can start over again. I want to do that."

"Me too," he said and took your hand in his.

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