#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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I'm Waiting for the Right Time || PA17

type :: fluff tw/cw :: none summary :: when you've finally given up on chasing paul so you try to move on, but he won't allow it for some reason? bestfriends to lovers - inspo is bags by clairo obv f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || more here!

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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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yourusername: so last minute but who wants to watch me cry to Bags IRL at the Clairo concert?!!?!!?!!?!? (pls im beggin on my knees)

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

fanpage01: clairo x (Y/N) collab when!?!?! → yourusername: im a poser,,, i cant play guitar LOL → ralfaron: i can show you → paularon_: GO AWAYYYYYYYYYY

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_: :(

aronralf: So you got with my mini-me? → paularon_: I'm taller, buffer, and hotter than you → fanpage06: WAIT... WAITTTTTT

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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!?”

[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

f2_updates

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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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aronralf posted a story!

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

aronralf posted a story!

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

paularon_ posted a story

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!!!

dinobenganovic posted a story!

caption: 💜🤍🩵 @/ynln

olliebearman posted a story!

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

juanmanuel posted a story!

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

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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 🫶🫶

f2_updates

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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

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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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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 (Coming Soon)

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

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

Jenson Button

You're Cute --W.C. 940 (Coming Soon)

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

Untitled --W.C. ? (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

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

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[clemswinecorner-socials]

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

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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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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 😭

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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

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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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[clemswinecorner]

Future of the team [Ralf Aron]

Summary: You're Paul Aron's trainer/coach whatever at Prema and may have a relationship with his brother (that supposedly no one knows about, but Rene and Angelina obviously notice)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: a little suggestive but no actual smut, alcohol. also swearing but that's not unusual

*Someone* complained about the lack of Ralf fics and I got inspired. Also in honour of Paul going to F3 hihi

Ok so I could’ve stopped this at some point but decided to keep it going and now its way longer then i intended… Have fun!

Sidenote, Ralf and Paul obviously talk estonian to each other but those parts are written in English for obvious reasons (me not being Estonian and you probably not being Estonian either)

Honourable mention to @louisaamz who helped giving me inspiration, wouldn't have finished this without you :)

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"Paul! Do you have time for me right now or does race prep have to wait until we’re literally on the grid?" Paul looks behind him as you call his name. He waits until you catch up, leading you towards the Formula One paddock. "I have to pop in at Mercedes, but that won’t take more than five minutes. Don’t worry, I already planned to be back at Prema with you in fifteen," he says as you walk next to him. "Alright, cool. Meet you back at the garage then? I don’t have my F1 pass with me right now," He nods before he goes through the security. "See you in 15!" He says before heading off. "You better!" You walk back to the Prema garage, seeing Ralf walk the other way. He stops you to ask "Hey, have you seen-" before he can finish his sentence you interrupt him. "He’s at mercedes. He’ll be back at the garage in 15 for his race prep," Ralf smiles at you, thanking you silently. "I’ll just talk to him then. Hey, tonight is still good right? 10.30? I’m having dinner with Paul and some drivers," you nod. "Yeah, Angelina and Rene asked me to join the team, but I think 10.30 is good. I’ll text you if it gets any later," he nods and smiles. "Weren’t you going somewhere? I’ll see you in 15," He smiles as you do a casual handshake to say goodbye. "You better," you smirk at his choice of words.

Paul stands in front of you with his face to the wall, catching the tennis balls you’re throwing at random speeds. You liked these exercises, because they weren’t too much physical work but still helped with (both your and Paul’s) reaction time. "Oh fuck," you mumble as the one you’re catching manages to slip from your finger. "I go it," You hear a familiar voice and you turn sideways for a few seconds to smile at Ralf. You communicate in silence about both throwing the balls to throw Paul off (it supposedly is to test his reflexes better, but really it’s an excuse for him to stick around). "Hey, stop just looking at each other, that’s worse than if you’d be constantly flirting. Just throw the damn balls, which clearly neither of you have," he mumbles the last part and you and Ralf look at each other with a knowing smirk- if only he knew. "You had to talk to Paul, no?" You ask, recalling what he said earlier. "Oh, yeah. Ma called, she wants us to get grandma a gift here. We have her birthday the day after we get back, and she thought something from Italy would be nice," You and Paul continue his exercises as they chat about their family birthday gifts and what not in a mix of english and estonian, and you find yourself occasionally looking at the older one of the pair a little too long.

That night you knocked on Ralf’s door at 10.40. "Hey," You smile as he opens the door, already stepping aside for you to come in. "I’m going to be honest, I may have had a few glasses of wine. Not that I'm like, extremely drunk, I'm just definitely not sober. I kind of wanted to go to my room but I don’t trust myself with my key, could you come along so I don’t lock myself out or in?" He laughs at your statement as you try to find the best words, dropping your bag on the desk. "Sure. You could just use some of my stuff, you know? Same team after all," You chuckle, grabbing your key and handing it to Ralf. "Yes, but I need underwear. I’d appreciate a shirt though, so I can drop off my dress as well," He smiles, handing you the shirt he already had hanging over the chair. They came back to the hotel fifteen minutes before you, so he’d already changed into gray sweatpants and a somewhat tight black shirt, perfectly showing his muscles. He handed you a simple white one with the prema logo, a little oversized on you but it fit perfectly. "C’mon, what room are you in?" He grabs your hand as he slips his own keycard in his pocket.

"You look very handsome, by the way," You whisper in Ralf’s ear as he opens your door. At this point you’re fully in his personal space- not that he minded. You would get touchy and clingy when you had a few drinks, with Ralf especially. "Thank you. Now get in the room, then we can get back," he says as he tries to push you away from him a little. You smile, but both freeze as you hear a door open. "What are the two of you doing here?" Ralf immediately turns around at his brother’s voice. "She forgot her key at the track, so I kept it in my room for her. She came to pick it up but had a few wines, so I just wanted to make sure she’d end up in the right bed," you quickly thank god for Ralf still being sober and able to come up with a lie that quickly. "Go change, I’ll get you a glass of water in a minute," he says and you nod, making your way in. Ralf looks back at his younger brother, who raises his eyebrows, as he closes the door. "I’m just making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid," he sighs, and Paul just shrugs. "We both know she could’ve walked herself, she’s not that drunk. Tipsy at most," Ralf decides not to make a big deal out of it- his brother had a point after all. "She asked me to walk her because she didn’t trust herself to not lock herself in or out. I’m going to get her a glass of water, just go to sleep. You have a race tomorrow," Paul hesitates before he opens his door. "I just… If there is more going on, please just… Be careful. I don’t want her heart broken again. I don’t want to see her or you hurt, especially not because of someone I also care about. I’d like to see you guys together, I just hope neither of you mess it up," before Ralf can form a response, his younger brother has closed the door.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble with your toothbrush still in your mouth. He smiles before spitting out his toothpaste. “Don’t thank me, I’d take care of you even if you were a baby,” he pauses as you look at him with a questioning look. “Ok, wait, no, that sounded wrong just- I’ll always try to take care of you whenever you can’t, because I want you to feel good. Even if it means making sure your drunk ass goes to sleep with brushed teeth and in a sleep shirt instead of the teamwear,” you glance down at your his shirt you’re wearing and raise your eyebrows. He playfully rolls his eyes. "Well, that’s not your teamwear, is it? It’s an old one and it’s mine. Remind me what you usually sleep in?" You blush at his statement, mumbling "your shirts". He smirks as he moves out of the small bathroom, as you finish your night routine- skipping half of it due to your tired and tipsy state. You walk back to find Ralf sitting on his usual side of the bed already, scrolling through his phone. You smile at the view, him casually sitting there waiting for you, and snap a quick picture. You put your phone on the bedside table, slipping under the covers. You put your head on his lap, and he lays his phone next to him to look down at you. You close your eyes for a second, not seeing Ralf still looking at you as with his arms wrapped around you. "Feeling the alcohol again?" You hum, still not looking at him, just allowing it to hit you again. "You know, I like you a lot," You mumble as you finally look at him. He chuckles, "Well that’s good 'cause I like you a lot too," he makes you smile. You move from his lap, allowing him to slide down as you both lay on your sides. You move towards him, giving you a kiss. Although it’s a bit slow and tired, it’s great as ever. You smile, moving on closer to him. You make your way to his shoulder, pushing his T-shirt away. You kiss his shoulder, sucking lightly when you feel him shiver. Y him a fast but strong kiss, moving down not long after. "Wait, wait, wait," You stop immediately, looking up at him. He looks at you and for a second he almost regrets stopping you, wishing he wouldn’t have to say what he says next. “Sorry, just… Not tonight. You look beautiful, tonight though, really,” he softly grabs your face and you move off him. “Oh, I thought you’d be up for it, since-“ He interrupts you and pulls you closer. “I am, but I don’t want to do anything with you after drinking. I know you’re perfectly fine and not extremely drunk but it’s just that we’ve never talked about this, and that’s fine but I feel like I’m taking advantage if you’re not 100% sober and I am. We can tomorrow, if you want to, and we can kiss a whole lot right now cuz I like that too, alright?” You almost melt at his words, nodding along. “You know I’d always tell you if I didn’t want something, right? Because I know how much you respect me. This just shows how perfect you are,” you say, close to his face with your lips almost touching. "Mhm. Just want you to be comfortable," He rubs your arms and you lazily smile. "And I just want to kiss you."

The next morning you wake up with an arm around your waist, though that hadn’t become unusual on a race weekend. You rub your eyes before tapping your phone to check the time- 7.37, plenty of time until either of you have to be at the track. You close your eyes and lay back down, moving closer to Ralf. He lets out a soft groan, mumbling something you assume is along the lines of 'what time is it' against your shoulder. "Not even 8," you whisper as you pull yourself up a bit, running your hand through his hair. He looks up at you, still half asleep, with a content smile. "Is it cliche to say I could lay here for hours?" You mumble as you look at him laying on your chest. He sits up just enough so his face is in front of yours. "Is it cliche to say I’ve imagined moments like this since I first met you?" You chuckle as you look away. "No you haven’t, it took us 6 months and Paul forgetting his boots to properly meet," He rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Alright, I might have exaggerated," it’s quiet for a second as you hold eye contact, eyes occasionally dropping to the others' lips. Ralf grabs your hand, fingers intertwined, as you put your lips against his (or he puts his against yours, you’re not quite sure). The kiss is what you’re used to from Ralf- passionate, sweet, soft, hot and wanting at the same time. As the kiss gets more heated, Ralf pulls away for a breather. "Thanks for saying no yesterday by the way, not a lot of guys would. However, now i’m completely sober and I still want you the same, so…" Ralf chuckles as he looks at the nearest phone for the time. "We have to be at the track in over 3 hours, I’m 100% in. I guess not being a driver does have perks like arriving at the track later," you look at Ralf, already thinking about what was to follow. You smirk, "We’ll take our time then."

Someone who didn’t have the same privilege of arriving a little later, was Paul. Paul, who was currently knocking on your (Ralf’s) door. "Who’s that?" You ask as you stand in the open bedroom, grabbing two towels as you get ready to hop in the shower. Ralf, currently only wearing underwear, quickly throws on a shirt. "Might be Paul, go in," you quickly go in and lock the door, vaguely hearing a conversation after Ralf opens the door. "Do you have my gloves?" Paul asks in Estonian, Ralf quickly answering he’ll take a look and closing the door before Paul can get in. He gets the gloves and gives them to Paul, who stops the older Aron from getting back in without any talking. "Hold on, hold on. You’re not wearing pants." "Yeah, I’d prefer to put some on but I was gonna shower." "Is that why your shower’s running?" Ralf stares at him trying to form a sentence. "Your hair’s all over the place as well, your bed too I'm guessing?" Ralf doesn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact. "Listen, Ralf, I really don’t care who you’re screwing, just don’t fuck up too much with anyone. And for what it’s worth, don’t ruin things with Y/N.” Ralf nods as Paul lets the silence fall. “Do you know where she is? I knocked on her door but she didn’t open." Paul restarts the conversation. "Yeah, probably sleeping. She mentioned before she’ll sleep more when she had something to drink, but she’ll wake up from her alarm. I still have a pass, so I can check in an hour if that’d make you happy." Paul nods, "Alright, thank you. Well, I’ll see you at the track," Paul says his goodbye. "Don’t fuck up!" He says one last time, before Ralf retreats to the room with Y/N in it.  

"Oh, by the way, thanks for yesterday. Especially for making me drink water, absolute life saver because I know I wouldn’t be bothered to," he chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as you close one of the fridges in the Prema garage. "Just taking care of my girl," he mumbles, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Must be one lucky girl you have,” you hand him a water as he raises his eyebrows with a smile. “Is it cliche to say i’m the-“ you don’t let him finish as you remove yourself from his grip. “Yup. In the morning I can excuse it but just take the compliment. C’mon, we have to watch your brother win this shit,” You start walking away as he jokingly rolls his eyes, missing the lovesick look he gives you afterwards.

You smile at the screen as Paul approaches the last corner. He led the race lap after lap, quickly catching up again after his pitstop and absolutely dominating the race. You look next to you, where Ralf is sitting, quickly moving his eyes back to the screen. You’re standing a little behind the lined up chairs, following the race closely in between Rene and Ralf. “He’s doing it,” you lean in closer, seeing a wide smile appear on Ralf’s face again. “He is. Who’s going on the podium with him?” He asks out of curiosity, and you look around. “Rene, are you going to the podium with him?” Rene nods as he looks at you, “Of course, it’s a first race win tradition!”

Next thing you know you’re standing behind the barrier, holding Ralf’s hand behind it as Paul parks his car behind the number one board. You both have wide smiles on your face as Paul jumps out of the car running towards the team. You and Ralf let go of each other as he hugs him, and you look at them with a smile. “Good job!” You say as he hugs you. You see the smile in his eyes through his lifted visor as he thanks you. You give Dino, who made his way up to third, a quick congrats when he’s celebrated with the team as well. As the two are rushed to the cooldown room, you make your way over to below the podium with the team. You and Ralf walk closely, arms touching each other as Ralf uses his hands to talk about something that happened during the race. Angelina walks behind you, filming everything for the LAP (as usual)- after it was posted you’d find yourself watching back the small moments from you and Ralf throughout the weekend. The podium ceremony goes by, and you sneak a glance at Ralf looking up at his brother on the top step, with the Estonian anthem playing. You squeeze his hands and he looks at you with a smile. After a lot of proud looks shared between the two of you the podium ceremony is over, and before you know it you’re back at the Prema garage with a soaked Paul and Rene. Despite the many cameras and people, you and Ralf stayed very close to each other. Maybe it was the buzz of the win and the happiness radiating through the garage, but for a while you didn’t worry about anyone noticing what’s going on between you two. You were just happy to be there together, celebrating a win. Paul was still buzzing from the adrenaline (and a little bit of champagne) and didn’t pay any mind to the two of you. Rene, though, was very aware of it- he’d known the both of you for years, he’d obviously noticed how you got around each other. He was gossiping with Angelina, who updated him about how close you were during the podium ceremony, showing him the footage of you looking at each other. He glanced at the two of you, you with an arm around him and his around your waist, as Paul and Dino describe their best laps in detail. "I think they’re going to be like us when they get married, managing a race team together. It fits them," Rene tells Angelina, and Angelina smiles. "You’d give them Prema?" He hesitates for a second before answering. "I didn’t say that, but… Maybe, if they want. We’ll see if it goes that way, but I’m not against it," he quickly changes the subject as you approach the two. "What are you two gossiping about this time?" You tease the married couple, and Angelina laughs. "Just the future of the team," you give him a curious look. "Do tell, what do you have in mind?" Rene looks at Ralf with a slight smile and then back at you. "You’ll find out eventually."

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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

[bad268]

Heeeyyyy🙋🏼‍♀️Could you maybe write something for Ralf Aron?

Like y/n and he are together and y/n surprises him at a race after a long time in which they didn’t see each other?

New Team Principal (Ralf Aron X Parent! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Clearly (hehe i love this)

Warnings: Not a warning but gender not specified (referred to as Baby Ash) or how the child was born. Could be natural or adopted.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1285

Summary: A surprise visit from the new team principal? Who's that?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You both knew taking care of a newborn was going to be time-consuming and eventually, Ralf would need to go back to work. Thankfully, Baby Ash came home during a break in the calendar, so you had Ralf’s full attention and support for the first three weeks. Looking back, it was great having your husband there every day because it made caring for your new child easy, and you were able to get a schedule set up before he would inevitably go back to work.

Alas, it did have to happen. You were prepared for it, but that did not make it any easier when you had to drop Ralf off at the airport. He did still have a team to run for the race weekend. Then for the next weekend, and the next. Then it was in-season testing and another race weekend. It was just nonstop. 

Facetime only did so much for keeping in contact. Especially with timezone changes, it was hard to find times when you, Ralf, and Baby Ash were awake at the same time. That’s when you decided you would plan to surprise him for one of the races. 

There were a couple of races coming up that you could, theoretically, do. You also got approval from your doctor to have your baby fly, so all was set. You wanted to surprise everyone, so you told no one. Not even Paul, who said he would help you if you wanted to fly out.

Surprisingly, the flight was not bad. It was only about 3 hours, and Baby Ash slept the entire time. It could not have been any easier. You got in and out of the airport in no time, and you got a taxi to the hotel you knew Ralf was staying at. That’s when you called Paul.

“Hey, what’s up?” Paul said immediately after he answered the phone. He was lying on his bed in the hotel room he was sharing with Ralf while Ralf had to get to the track early for a meeting.

“By chance would you have Ralf’s room key?” You asked as you moved to the side of the lobby.

“I am in Ralf’s room, why? By chance would you be trying to surprise Ralf this weekend?” He asked, already getting up and running toward the elevator and going down to the lobby. As soon as he saw you, he ran up to you, hugged you, and immediately took Baby Ash from your arms, “No way! Ralf’s gonna freak out when he sees you!”

“That’s the plan,” You joked as you followed him up to the room so you could drop off your luggage, feed and change the baby, and freshen up before heading out to the track. It was fairly easy to get through security. Paul took you through the back where you knew a couple of the guards, so they let you through without much resistance other than looking through your baby bag for safety reasons. 

You two immediately booked it to the Prema garage where Ralf was still in the meeting, so you thought of a funny way to surprise him. What better way to surprise Ralf than to set Baby Ash up with some headphones on the pit wall?

Baby Ash had started sitting up all my themself recently, but you still wanted to have something or someone around them just in case something happened. You notice JM Correa sitting in the garage listening, so you enlist his help.

“Juan, I’ve got a proposition!” You asked as you walked up to him. He took his headphones off when he saw you approach him, and stretched his arms out, asking to take Baby Ash. “If I put headphones on Baby Ash and set them up at the pit wall, will you make sure they don't fall and pretend they’re your new boss? We’re trying to surprise Ralf.”

“I’m so down!” JM responded enthusiastically, causing Baby Ash to giggle as they wiggled in his hold. “I’ll set them up while you hide. I heard the meeting just ended, so he should be here any minute.”

“I’ll just hang back in the garage,” You chuckled as you reached out to briefly grasp Baby Ash’s little hand. “I want to see his reaction.”

“Better record it,” JM laughed as he walked over to the pit wall to set Baby Ash on one of the chairs, facing the endless screens. He also put a pair of headphones on their head, sizing it as close to their head size as possible, before taking a quick selfie of them together. He also loaded up one of the screens to the Dancing Fruits video, so she would have something to focus on.

All the while, Paul was waiting outside the meeting room for Ralf. He had been texting you back and forth and knew the plan. He was going to lead Ralf to the pit wall to find Baby Ash before you would pop out. He was just putting his phone back in his pocket when Ralf walked out in a rush.

“Hey, Ralf!” Paul said as he ran to catch up with him, “When were you planning to tell me there’s a new team principal?”

“There isn’t one?” Ralf answered with another question as he slowed down to walk in step with Paul. “What do you mean?”

“I heard there’s a new Prema team principal,” Paul explained, remembering the script you had given him, “I think they’re on the pit wall with JM now.”

“I’ll just call Rene,” Ralf replied with a frown as he started to pull out his phone. “He’ll know what’s going on.”

“Rene is busy with the F3 race going on,” Paul thought of quickly as he pushed Ralf’s phone back down. “The race just stared and you know Rene doesn’t look at his phone during a race. Why don’t we just go see who it is on our own? How bad can it be?”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ralf mumbled as he sped-walked towards his, well not his anymore apparently, garage. He saw JM standing beside someone in the chair, but he couldn’t clearly see who it was. Ralf took a deep breath so as to not sound too bitter before he walked over. “Is this the new team principal?”

“Yup,” JM said enthusiastically as he stepped aside, so Ralf could see who was sitting there. That’s when he knew this was a joke and his eyes fell upon his Baby Ash, wearing his headphones. All three of them broke out in laughter as Baby Ash played with the chord attached to the headphones before giggling along with everyone. That’s when Baby Ash looked up and saw their father and reached their arms out for Ralf to hold them. Ralf promptly picked them up and bounced them in his arms. 

“Is Baby Ash reporting for duty?” He teased the baby as he tickled their belly. “Where’s Y/n? I know Baby Ash didn’t get here on their own?”

“I was off recording,” You chuckled as you walked up behind Ralf, wrapping your arms around his waist as you stood on his other side to gaze at him and your child. Baby Ash was enjoying all of the attention as you booped their nose. “We thought we could surprise you.”

“Well, I’m surprised,” He chuckled as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for traveling for me. You have no idea how much I missed you two.”

“If it’s even half as much as I missed you,” You teased as you leaned up to kiss his lips before leaving a small gap between you, “I have an idea.”

~~~~~

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[itsskyvoltage]

The Serendipitous Café

Pairing: Ralf Osphe x female! reader

Warning: None

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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.*

[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’’

[httpiastri]

take me back to monaco – pa17

the one where you celebrate your boyfriend taking the lead of the championship.

genre: smut

pairing: paul aron x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!!), oral (reader giving), all other typical smut stuff

author's note: a piece for all of us who wish we were still in monaco <33 so so delayed, im sorry, but i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it too!! 💗 (and i knowww they dont have drivers rooms in f2 but... just let me have this okay...)

18+ content below, minors dni!

paul is practically glowing when he makes it down from the podium and into the hitech garage where you're standing. he gives ralf and karl another hug each, before his eyes land on you – and then, he's standing in front of you and pulling you into his embrace in no time.

he lifts you into the air and twirls you around, sweaty forehead pressed into the side of your neck, but you don't mind even the slightest. "championship leader, huh?" you ask when he sets you down on the ground, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

"finally," he answers, cocky as ever, pulling you in for another hug.

his bottle of podium champagne is almost empty when he hands it to you and you can't help but laugh at the guilty smile forming on his lips. his eyes follow the way you lift the bottle to your mouth, adoring the grimace you pull at the bitter taste. he gladly takes the bottle from you when you offer it back, emptying its last contents in his own mouth before placing it on some counter next to you.

"come on," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you away with him as he starts moving through the garage. you don't even have time to ask what's going on – not that you want to, anyway. a championship leader should never be questioned.

the kisses he presses on your lips are hungry from the second he closes the door to his driver's room behind you. his hands waste no time finding your hips, pulling your crotch flush against his. you can't help but gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard-on poking into your thigh. "already?" you ask, eyebrows raised when you pull away from him.

he leans forward to seal your lips again, not wanting to be away from you for even a second. "been thinking about you all race," he lets out, trailing a series of hot, wet kisses down your throat. his teeth slightly graze your sensitive skin and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access.

"and yet, you did so well," you tell him around a hum. "how do you want to celebrate this?"

"i think you know." his voice sends vibrations along your skin. he pulls away, his darkened eyes staring down at you as he places a hand right under your jaw, thumb stroking up and down your throat. "get down on your knees for me, love."

he can tell from your kisses that you're just as needy as him; the way your lips part for his tongue instantly is a dead giveaway, along with the string of whines that slip into his mouth when his thumb presses down harder on your throat. your hands on his shoulders guide him to walk until his back meets a wall, forcing him up against it. without breaking the kiss, you hastily pull down the zipper of his suit, helping him pull his arms free before letting the suit hang by his shoulders.

as much as you love how good he looks in his white fireproof shirt, it covers way too much of his skin, so it needs to come off, too.

you need his help to pull it off his body, the sweaty and champagne-soaked material sticking to his skin like glue. it's a big hassle, but it's all worth it when you hear his sweet laughter as he, too, struggles with his stripping. once your eyes meet the sight of his muscular upper body, you can't hold back from leaning in to press your lips along it. the urgency of it all has his stomach twisting in anticipation, your touch leaving his head spinning.

his skin is sticky in the best kind of way, the sweat-salty and champagne-bitter taste filling your senses instantly. your fingers grasp at his sides as you move further down, your tongue swiping along the creases of his abs, but his hand reaches for your cheek just as you begin kneeling down. "hey, wait a second."

when you blink up at him, his expression is much softer than you'd expected; his gaze is full of adoration, warmth, love. "what's wrong?"

he pauses for a second before shaking his head. "nothing," he says. "i just... wanted to see your pretty face."

"you..." a tiny blush creeps onto your face, though you're sure you can blame it on the heat of the situation. "you're so silly..."

"silly, maybe. but i'm also the luckiest man in the world."

your heart swells in your chest at his words, the situation suddenly growing much more intimate than you'd expected. you and paul are no newbies to a quickie on a race weekend, but it usually never goes quite like this. these words of affection and these love-filled eye contacts are reserved for late-night lovemaking sessions in his apartment or back at the hotel.

not that you mind, of course.

"just... you looking up at me like this..." you try to turn your head away, cheeks heating up at his words, but paul's hand on your face tilts you back. "knowing that you're all mine..."

"all yours."

you seal your words with a few kisses along the hemline of his boxers, before tugging it down just a little bit. then, one of your hands reaches into them, pulling out his dick and letting it spring up against his stomach.

you take him in your hands, moving them up and down along him a few times, and paul groans immediately. when you shoot him a glance, he's thrown his head back, lips slightly parted, and the sight is almost too good to tear your gaze away from. you look down at the other pretty thing, leaning in to press two kisses along one side of his length, then two kisses to the other side, before sealing it with a peck to his tip.

five kisses for five podiums.

your thumb begins to rub circles around his tip, smearing out his precum as your mouth begins to work with little licks up the underside of him. as your lips wrap around him and you finally take him in, he lets out your name in the form of a sigh, his heart pounding hastily against his ribs. a hand slips into your hair, fingers getting lost in your locks and nails slightly grazing your scalp as you take as much of him as you can.

"god, you're..." he says, voice thick and rough as if it takes all his effort not to let the moan in his upper chest escape. "so good..."

when he hits the back of your throat, it takes a few moments for him to remember how to breathe, his head empty except for the thought of you. he looks down at you with a reverent, almost worshipping look in his eyes. he just can't stop staring, the sight of your red cheeks and your lips around his dick making him unable to stop his hips from bucking a little. you can tell he's holding back, trying not to give in and push into you, but he lets out a content sigh once you start moving.

his breaths grow quicker and needier when you pick up the pace, a shiver shooting down his spine as he feels your tongue swirling around him. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip harder and helping guide you ever so slightly, and you blink up at him almost instinctively.

you love seeing him like this; almost vulnerable, as he gives himself up to you completely, fully at your mercy. his adam's apple bobs before he lets out a deep, guttural moan. you hum at the sight, which causes him to let out a babbling mess of your name and a bunch of swearwords, the hand in your hair suddenly pulling you back.

a few strings of saliva connect you to his length when he holds you back, the confused look in your eyes, along with your parted lips, making his heart flutter. his hand moves from your scalp down to your cheek, urging you up to stand again. "i want to... come inside you..." he explains, still breathless. "is that okay?"

"anything for you," you assure him, eyes softening as they see the gentle smile on his lips.

paul's hands find your hips and spin you both around, your breath hitching when he pushes you up against the wall. his lips are back on your neck in just a second, his hands trailing down your body and reaching under your skirt. one hand settles on the inside of your thigh, thumb stroking up and down the skin, as the other pulls your panties to the side to allow him to run a finger along your folds. "so wet already?" he asks, faux innocence in his voice. "just from sucking me off?"

your hands land on his shoulders for stability when his fingers fill you up, eyes fluttering closed as he spreads and curls them. it doesn't take long for him to deem you stretched out enough, pulling out and wiping your wetness all over his cock. you drape your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead on his shoulder once he rubs his tip against your core, before slowly slipping into you.

a curse falls from your lips, a painful yet perfect stretch spreading through you. "feels like... your ego isn't the only thing that grew from that podium..." you gasp, feeling him push in a little deeper.

paul lets out a wholehearted chuckle, letting one of his hands reach up to bring your face off his skin and press a quick kiss to your forehead as you adjust to him. "taking that as a compliment," he mumbles, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with a tender caress. he keeps still for a few moments to let you adjust, before starting his gentle thrusts.

one of his hands holds you up against the wall by your waist beneath your dress, while the other one has a firm grip on your ass. you use your last bits of energy to jump up just a little, hanging both of your legs around his hips. not long later, he picks up the pace, way too needy to go slow right now.

"you feel-" he starts, moving his hand from your waist to where your body meets his, fingers finding your clit with ease. "so- so good..." he alternates circles with little flicks of your bud, and you can't help the sting of whines that fall from your lips. "god, you have to stay quiet, unless... you want my entire team to hear..."

just the thought of any hitech staff – or, much worse, ralf or karl – hearing you makes something boil in the pit of your stomach, your insides involuntarily clenching around paul. you hide your face in his bare chest, letting out a few muffled sounds when he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. it's all getting too much, his pinches and vibrations against your clit in combination with him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump threatening to push you over the cliff at any second. "fuck- i'm going to-"

he feels your breasts press into his chest as you arch your back into him, your walls tightening around him when your orgasm washes over you. you throw your head back against the wall as you try to catch your breath, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. the feeling of your pulsating insides is just way too good, and the moan he lets out when he climaxes is way too loud – but he really doesn't care right now.

he spills his load into you, his hold on your underside trembling when he feels you contract around him one last time. he feels the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out from between you, and he knows already that the cleanup is going to be a mess – but that's just another thing he simply couldn't give a fuck about.

when he finally recovers the energy to open his eyes and look at you, his heart clenches at the sight of your messy hair and dazy expression. "what a day, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "monaco is amazing."

a dismissive sound vibrates from the back of your throat. "it's not monaco. it's all you, baby."

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, friends to lovers

~ "you've got an insanely beautiful smile"

"stop simping over me you creep"

A few timid lights illuminated the frescoed ceilings of a small chapel just outside Tallinn, while in the background, a pair of oversized glasses was strumming a song on the guitar, and she was walking down the aisle. The small blue flowers embroidered on her long, white dress resembled the bows that tickled the arms of the guests, who were rising from the dark wooden pews to watch her. And at the end of the walk, with an almost triumphant smile that hid the emotion making him tremble, the love of her life was waiting for her.

At the back of the church, in the last row, Paul and his companion were trying to stifle their laughter. He kept his chin up and his lips pressed tight, his gaze fixed on a cherub whose halo had been drawn crooked, while next to him, she was staring at her hands, trying to stop giggling.

“Kallis, stop,” his mother touched his shoulder, where a new black suit hugged the body of the driver.

The more they tried to steer their minds away from the image of the bride tripping on the marble floor, or the pastor spilling the wax from those beautiful, fragrant candles on his freshly polished loafers, the more they laughed.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault,” she said, pinching the boy’s arm and flashing a sweet smile at the woman sitting at the end of the row.

“It’s never your fault, darling.”

Paul bit his lower lip, still focused on the idea that the crooked halo could keep him from bursting into laughter while the whole church was silent. As the priest officiated the ceremony and the guests watched the couple from the pews, the two of them managed to compose themselves and enjoy the tender looks of the engaged couple.

“See? When you want to be serious, you’re flawless,” she joked, whispering.

The driver turned, locking eyes with the honey-colored ones in front of him, and gave an arrogant little smirk that made her shake her head. He raised both his index fingers, turning his hands toward her, and she looked at him as if to ask if he was really doing it, then gave in and mimicked him. It was an old childhood game she had taught him while they waited for their order at a fast food restaurant in London, and ever since, he loved challenging her, always losing.

“That’s not fair.”

“Everything’s fair,” she laughed. Every time, she came up with some new rule, and Paul would pout, thinking about the next move as if it were a life-or-death matter.

“Little kids,” Margit shrugged, smiling as she watched them having fun, resigned to the fact that those two wouldn’t stop talking all day.

The church then burst into music, accompanied by the guitar, and the newlyweds walked out hand in hand toward the beautiful courtyard, where the cars awaited to take them to the reception. Paul and she were among the last to leave, still arguing about the just-finished round of their little game.

“See how he smiles?” Anna Aron was talking to her older brother, also a pilot, in a shaded corner of the courtyard.

“They match each other,” he shrugged slightly, watching how Paul stood behind her, hands in his pockets, as if always wanting her by his side.

She still hadn’t quite figured out how she’d ended up at an Estonian wedding, the daughter of an old family friend of the Arons, but something about that fresh, sunny day made her feel light. Maybe it was the white blouse Margit had gifted her, or having that blond guy next to her, who was the true embodiment of the saying “every curl, a whim.” But she was happy. Amid the tufts of little blue flowers, a ribbon tied around her wrist that Paul had taken from one of the pews, and her hair falling softly over her shoulders.

Everyone was congratulating the couple, talking about how beautiful the bride’s dress was and how lucky they were to have such a lovely day for their wedding, while others were already looking forward to the buffet awaiting them.

“Who’s with me?” Ralf asked, spinning his car keys in his hand, while the older brother would be with his family.

“Anna wants to go with Mom and Dad,” Paul said, taking off his jacket, folding it neatly, and draping it over his arm.

“So I’m stuck with you, good,” the older one smiled. “She takes the passenger seat.”

“And I stay in the back like a child?”

Ralf turned, raising his eyebrows as they walked down the tree-lined avenue.

“Exactly.”

The three of them got into the car, following everyone else who was heading to the venue for the evening. She leaned back in the seat, looking out the window as she played with the ribbon the pilot had tied around her wrist.

“Mom’s done with you two.”

“She’s not,” the younger one promptly replied, leaving his jacket on the seat next to him.

Ralf playfully glanced at his brother’s friend, accelerating to overtake the car in front and follow the family caravan.

She found it amusing to see them together, given that the few times she and Paul had met had been at Grand Prix events, and Ralf was often busy in his category on the other side of the world. Among the red flowers peeking through the grass blades and the songs on the radio, while the two brothers chatted and she laughed, the three of them arrived at the reception and joined the Aron family.

“Eat as much as you can, the bill’s on the lovebirds,” Paul whispered in her ear.

While waiting to be assigned a table, the driver took her hair in his hands, pulling it into a ponytail without realizing it, exposing her neck and shoulders. Then they were guided to their table, where they sat to listen to speeches from all the bridesmaids and a short guitar song before starting to eat. She had only been to one Italian wedding, but even just during dinner, she noticed how Estonians were much more elegant and composed than her relatives, who by now would have been dancing on tables. As they ate, the background music kept that light atmosphere that had followed them since the church, and the chatter was soft, making it a really pleasant time to spend in good company.

A little while later, Paul got up, while Anna and Ralf were already busy playing with their older brother’s children, and he approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Wanna dance?”

“Do you even know me?” she didn’t even look at him, knowing he had a smirk on his face and one of his blonde curls was falling over his blue eyes.

“Come on, when will we ever attend a wedding together again?”

He rested his chin on her shoulder, watching his mom talking with a friend.

“I hate that I can’t say no to you.”

Margit smiled, resting her head on her husband’s hand, while by now everyone was dancing, and no one remembered the dinner anymore.

Paul took her hand, leading her to the open space they had created outside the glass conservatory where the tables were, with a light breeze caressing their skin. There too, a few small lights were illuminating the colorful outfits of the guests and a few crystal glasses left with a pair of high heels.

He wasn’t much of a dancer, and like her, he preferred to sit and chat, watching others dance. But when she was around him, he felt as if he were a completely different person, and knowing that one day she might leave as unexpectedly as she had arrived, he wanted to enjoy every moment.

“How do you do this?” she smiled.

“I’ve only seen it in films,” Paul replied, chuckling softly.

The pilot took one of her hands and placed it just where her ribs ended, knowing the height difference was too much for her to wrap her arms around his neck, then grabbed her by the hips, starting to improvise some random steps.

“You’re so bad,” she was laughing, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him, and he felt so good that if he could, he would have taken that light she had inside her and replaced the chandeliers with it.

“Thank you, you’re really good too,” he teased.

There was something in the way they never explicitly said they were friends that preserved that bond, keeping them close. From the outside, it might have seemed a little childish, perhaps strange to those who didn’t live it. But to them, it was refreshing.

“You’ve got an insanely beautiful smile,” he sighed, while all around them, people were dancing, talking, and enjoying the music.

Paul had unbuttoned a few buttons on the white shirt he was wearing, and the hair he had carefully styled in front of the mirror was now free and soft.

“Stop simping over me, you creep,” she smiled, watching him laugh as he looked at the other couples dancing.

In her eyes, there was that blue ribbon, those little flowers the bride had in her bouquet and embroidered on her dress. In Paul’s eyes, there was everything that made her love that day and that would bring back all the light she was seeking in herself.

please do not steal or claim my work as yours, it's my first time publishing here so be kind and enjoy :)

~ not proofread and english's not my first language so there might be a few errors

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fhih_sports Find Health In Help Sports is very excited to announce its multi-year partnership with junior series team Prema racing starting from 2023. FHIH founder y/n y/l/n: "I'm so so so happy about this partnership! I have always loved prema's work ethic as well as the atmosphere they seem to have. They have always been a team that prioritizes giving the drivers and employees a good and comfortable work environment, which Find Health In Health strongly encourages. Glad to be a part of the iconic team! Prema teamboss Rene Rosin: Mental health plays a big part in motorsports, and we're very glad to have started a partnership with the company. Having worked with the organization before and speaking to Y/N multiple times made this partnership an easy decision that we're all very happy with. tagged prema_racing, fhih_sports

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formula2 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 yourusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼 randomuser prema partnering with a woman founded mental health organization focusing in sports? we stan olliebearman such a great initiative, it's so cool to be driving around with fhih on the car!! prema_racing excited about the partnership! ... view more comments

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yourusername Excited to announce that I will be a personal sponsor of FIA F3 driver @/paularon_ from the 2023 season Absolutely honoured to be a part of this journey, as I admire Paul both as a person and racing driver that is able to go many places. Excited to see what you can do and to be a part of this, Paul!

This post is so formal, but on a real note: I can't wait to travel around with you and the team and see you win champ! Excited to see what the season brings. tagged paularon_

posted febuary 6th, 2023

ynfanaccount she’s that succesful that she does not only give a shit ton of money to the W series, she also personally sponsors a (very good) driver + she sponsors/funds so many other things with her companies as well including a race team

motorsportsfan she sponsored the W series? ynfanaccount yes! shes very lowkey about being a huge part of the investors, but she's very open about supporting it

jamiechadwick so excited for you! i'm going to miss your company in the states

yourusername i'm going to miss seeing you! i'll be sure to visist ;)

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Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

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yourusername second raceweek of the season baby! tagged paularon_, aronralf, prema_racing

posted march 17th, 2023

prema_racing let’s get it💪🏼💪🏼 olliebearman dissapointed you didnt put it that beautiful picture of me randomfan it's business and aesthetic your insta really has it all

yourusername the aesthetic what motivates me

randomperson ralf😍😍 paularon_ 🛷?

yourusername slay!

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Jeddah

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yourusername double win baby!! what a weekend. so proud🫠🫠 tagged paularon_, aronralf

posted march 19th, 2023

aronralf 🏆🏆 randomfan the pic of ralf and paul😭😭 dinobeganovic_ looking lovely in the last one @/paul_aron

paularon_ i know

paularon_ thanks for being there this weekend🫶🏼

yourusername always here to support you champ

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yourusername always love (birth)days at the factory! paul also celebrated his wins (!!) that's definitely why I came to Italy, here for work purposes only 100% tagged prema_racing, aronralf

posted march 22nd, 2023

premafan are you sure the reason was work and not ralfs birthday?

yourusername idk am i?

paularon_ thanks mate @/dinobeganovic_ aronralf i thought you said bday post?

yourusername this post is for ralfs bday btw! yourusername that okay? @/aronralf aronralf👍🏼

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Rome, Italia

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yourusername rome vacay with the babes tagged aronralf, paularon_

posted may 10th, 2023

aronralf i thought that second pic was for my mom

yourusername dw she recieved it 👍🏻

fanaccount thank you for providing us🙏🏼🙏🏼 paularon_ where did you get the third picture.

yourusername did a pic for pic with my fav aron

randomfan y/n calling paul and ralfs mom her fav aron is iconic

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Tallinn, Estonia

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yourusername homeboys took me to their homeland tagged aronralf, paularon_, annaaron_

posted june 12th, 2023

dinobeganovic_ where was i?

paularon_ not invited

randomfan paul is such a model 😍🙏🏼 aronralf oohlala otherfan did she just join their family vacation

anotherone i honestly think she went to meet the family🫣🫣 shes been getting close with ralf *emoji*

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yourusername so,, sponsoring paul has some benefits! one of them might be his brother… tagged aronralf

posted august 1st, 2023

aronralf this is how you tell people we're together? randomfan its all making sense now paularon_ youre welcome btw

yourusername acting as if it wasnt my personal choice to sponsor you specifically🙄🙄

otherfan ralf has been posting her for ages how did we not notice😭😭 andmorefans “you specifically” miss girl are you trying to tell us sponsoring paul was all a plan to date ralf

yourusername it might have been taken into consideration

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