#sebastian montoya x reader

[santanasaintmendes]

“typa girl that make me drop dead on the floor. . .”

“this is the only girl that i love and adore, this is the type of love that you can’t ignore. .  .”

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sebastián montoya x driver!reader

warnings: arvid lindblad is done with sebastian being oblivious (in a funny way), let me know if there are any other warnings

type: fluff mainly, sebastian in denial 😔

requested by @pha55ed

a/n: im so sorry this took forever to finish! I have a million other things i’m also doing at the moment and i only for the chance to write this yesterday! I hope you enjoy xx sorry again!

Developing a crush on his teammate was definitely not on Sebastian’s to do list for that season. It had crept up on him so unexpectedly it hit him like a truck to say the least. He'd always had a liking toward you ever since you both became teammates this season. But that had just been a friendly mutual liking, but this?

Absolutely different. 

The first time Sebastian ever met you was at a meeting at the Campos Racing headquarters during the break. He’d been called down to meet his new teammate that would be joining him and Pepe for the next coming season. He hadn’t heard much of her but that she was guaranteed to add more competition to the grid. As Sebastian entered the building that had become like a second home to him over the last year he passed the front desk, greeting the lady there. But just as he was about to go up the stairs he paused, attention caught. At the glass window he saw a girl waving up at something. He frowned, she was getting frustrated, that’s when he realised that she thought the giant window panes were the sliding doors. 

He chuckled to himself before walking to the doors and sticking his head out, the girl was cursing at the window with an agitated look on her face. Her eyebrows knitted and hands balled up as she shook her fists angrily.

“Looking for the doors?” he interrupted, you turned to him eyebrows raised, the anger disappearing from your face instantly. There was a long moment of silence before the two of you burst out laughing. He recognised you from the Instagram post Campos Racing has posted when they announced your join to the team.

“Day 1 and I’m already embarrassing myself.” you joked, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you joined him inside. Sebastian let a smile overtake his face as you stuck out your hand for a shake. 

“I’m Y/N L/N.” 

He took your hand and shook it.“Sebastian Montoya.” he grinned from ear to ear. Your face lit up and that’s when Sebastian knew that you were sure to be a great teammate. 

You guys had been halfway into the season when Sebastian invited you over for dinner with his family. Neither of you thought much of it so you agreed, it was just dinner . . .  with his family. To be fair his Mother had been the one to ask him to invite you over for a meal, so on a Wednesday when you’d both been on the flight out to Barcelona he invited you for dinner the next week. 

By that time the two of you had gotten to know one another pretty well considering the fact that you were both teammates and spent a lot of time together. But Sebastian liked you so it was fine. . .  not like that, well he wasn’t really sure yet. But when you came over for dinner that week he knew he felt something for you, he just wasn’t sure exactly what. 

Maybe it was because his mother absolutely adored you or that you got along well with his sisters or that you complimented his father’s cooking. He didn’t know. 

“Ahora entiendo por qué hablas tanto de ella.” (Now I understand why you talk so much about her).

Sebastian’s train of thought was crashed by his younger sister Paulina who was wiggling her eyebrows at him from across the table, a giant grin on her face. Sebastian quickly glanced over at you, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that you were still talking with his Mother and Father. His other sister Manuela nudged him playfully, “Estas tan enamorado, dios mio.” (You’re so in love, my god.) she grinned, looking over at you who was still oblivious to their little gossiping.

He shook his head. 

Was he in denial?

Perhaps, but his sisters most certainly didn’t need to know that. You guys were friends, nothing more, nothing less. He was trying his best to remain professional, for both of your sakes. If you guys were to be a couple it would certainly raise a lot of questions and create unwanted drama. Maybe it was better that you both just remained friends.

“No sean chistosas.” (Don’t be silly) he scoffed, but Paulina rolled her eyes, she knew better. 

“Somos tus hermanas, sabemos más que tu. Y yo se cuando estas enamorado.” (We’re your sisters, we know more than you. And I know when you’re in love.) she batted her eyelashes at him all knowingly, being the annoying younger sister she loved to be. 

Sebastian looked over at you. Whatever these things he felt for you were sure to go away soon, he was sure of it. 

Watching as you helped his Mother wash the dishes or play fetch with his dog certainly didn’t help at all. The way you smiled and your whole face lit up when you looked over at him made his stomach do flips and his heart felt like it was going to shoot out of his chest and fly away. He felt like a 5 year old girl when he was around you. Yet he still wouldn’t admit he had feelings for you. It all seemed too weird, too foreign to him. And it definitely didn’t help that his friends insisted that he had a massive crush on you. 

Pepe looked down at him as if disappointed, his hands on his hips and a disappointed scowl on his face. 

“What?” Sebastian asked, his arms folded across his chest as he leant back into his chair. 3 sets of eyes stared at him as if he should’ve known exactly what they were talking about. 

Dino sighed and met eyes with Arvid who was sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to admit you like her?” Arvid asked, clearly wanting to get straight to the point. Sebastian frowned, “Who?’ he asked, making all his friends groan. 

“I will quite literally punch you in the face if you’re being serious right now.” Arvid warned with an eyebrow raised. 

“Okay. . . fine. But I’m not sure what you want me to do about it.”

“Bloody hell this is going to be harder than I thought. Someone hold me back before I throw him through the window.” 

“Wait, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He’s just kinda hopeless with girls. We can help him though, right?” Pepe asked the others, ignoring Sebastian’s offended frown. The other boys nodded in agreement, mutters of yes’s passing around.

“You have to ask her out.” Dino looked at Sebastian, his face dead straight, giving him a scare. He never thought his friends would take this so seriously. To be honest he wasn’t even sure how he got into this situation.

“Uhhh, I don’t think so.” he laughed nervously, looking around at his friends.

“What do you freaking mean, I don’t think so?” Arvid asked, clearly getting agitated by the minute. “Have you seen the way you look at her, or should I say have you seen the way she looks at you? It’s like you hung up the freaking stars or something.” he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. 

“Look, even if I did ask her out, what if we break up? What then?” Sebastian asked, there was a moment of silence. 

“Well that’s just a chance you’ll have to take.” Pepe said slowly, instantly cringing at how bad it sounded. “Yeah no. Never say that again.” Arvid told him, Pepe winced. 

“Duly noted.” 

The three boys looked at Sebastian who had never felt more distressed in his life. He most certainly knew that he liked you, it had just happened he wasn’t even sure how. It was all making sense now, why he would linger around after sim racing just to talk to you. Or arrive at the same time as you to races just to see you. 

He now knew, he liked you. 

He liked everything about you, the way you smiled, the way you laughed, the jokes you telled, he liked you. And it had been obvious to everyone but him. Hell even his sisters had known it before him. 

“I do like her,” it felt so relieving to finally admit it out loud, “and I think I want to ask her out.” he admitted slowly. 

“Asi es!” Pepe clapped him on the back, a giant grin on his face. 

“Go find her now.” Pepe told him as he pushed the trailer door open, everyone’s jaw dropped and their eyes seemed to pop out of their heads as you stood at the door. Like a deer caught in the headlights you were frozen. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, you just so happened to pass at the wrong time. 

“I was . . .  was going to knock. . .” you trailed off, meeting Sebastian’s gaze who was still stunned. 

“Well, my job here is done. I’ll leave you to it.” Arvid stood up and saluted Sebastian before passing you and disappearing. “Have fun.” Dino smiled, winking at Sebastian as he patted your back and followed after Arvid. 

“I know I said I’d be with you through everything but I’m not staying for this, sorry.” Pepe joked as he ran to catch up with the others, leaving the two of you in silence in the trailer.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” Sebastian blurted out, you frowned. He felt like he wanted to run out the trailer door and never look back. 

“No wait. I mean, I did but you’re making this 10 times harder by not saying anything.” Sebastian looked at you helplessly. You couldn’t help but laugh at how lost he seemed to be. You’d liked Sebastian since the day you met him, everything about him just seemed to pull you in. His humour, his looks, his personality, his dumb jokes that weren’t funny at all. The way he was with his family, you’d never seen a guy so close with his siblings before. And it only made you like him more.

“That’s okay, we don’t have to say anything.” you said as you took a step closer to him, unable to keep a smile off your face. Sebastian chuckled, “You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?” he said as he pulled you closer to him.

“I do, actually.” you joked, as you locked eyes with him. They looked like shiny pools of honey under the sunlight that peeked through the trailer door.  Your hand came up to his cheek as you admired his eyes, his arms slinked behind you and around your waist as he pulled you closer. 

“Oh, you’re hilarious.” Sebastian murmured sarcastically, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Why thank you.” you whispered as you closed the gap between you, catching his lips with yours. If only the two of you had confessed earlier- 

“LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO!” a voice screeched with a gleeful laugh, making the two of you turn around, frowning. Three heads peeked out from behind the trailer door, Pepe with a giant grin on his face before he got hit over the head by Arvid. 

“Well now you’ve ruined the moment.” he scowled. 

“Sorry guys, go back to kissing.” 

a/n: i hope you enjoyed, have an amazing day xoxo santanasaintmendes

[bad268]

Ik it says no specific character but I am on my knees for sebastian montoya (mans gen z personified)COuld we get a driver reader and him and the reder inviting him to go to prom maybe beause he couldnt go to his?(Ik this is oddly specify and i am sorry you dont have to tdo this )

Drive Me to Prom? (Sebastian Montoya X Driver! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (yo so the whole specific characters thing was so people would stop requesting characters I don't write for anymore, but anything regarding f1/2/3 drivers, I will DROP EVERYTHING FOR THEM lol)

Warnings: cheezy promposal

Pronouns: First POV (I/me), but fem-ish reader (wears dress mentioned but not actually talked about)

W.C. 1605

Summary: The reader tries to surprise Sebastian with a Prompoasl, but it does not go according to plan.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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It was something really random to find out. While Sebastian and I were filming a video for the team’s YouTube channel, one of the questions asked about extracurriculars in school. It was a harmless question, really! But somewhere, somehow, we got on the topic of school dances.

“I was able to go to homecoming this year, and I think my prom is coming up soon,” I answered enthusiastically. 

“I never actually went to my prom,” Sebastian admitted. My head shot over to him, confused. He looked even more confused at my reaction, “What?”

“Two things,” I started, “One, you wanted to go to your prom? And two, you just decided not to go?”

“I mean it’s a standard thing with high school. I would have liked to go, I guess,” he laughed in response. The disappointment in the second half of his response was easy to detect, “And two, I also had a race the week of my prom. Even if I wanted to go, I couldn’t.”

Thus, the plan began. Since I knew my prom was going to be on a week we did not have a race, and I knew I wanted to go, I was going to ask Sebastian to prom (not like I would want to go with anyone else, but y’know).

The first thing I needed to do was coordinate with his parents and friends. His parents were more than willing to help, and they even volunteered to take him suit shopping inconspicuously. I said they didn't need to because the dress I found was a dark navy blue that matched perfectly with one of the suits he already owned. Then his friends were easy to convince. They were already busy visiting family as the date fell while we were on a break, so they had no problem with not making plans with Sebastian.

Next, I had to plan with the team. There was no way I was letting them schedule us for another last-minute, meaningless meeting during prom. They were (surprisingly) okay with it, as long as we agreed to come in two days later for a promotional video and simulator work which I had no problem with. 

Finally, the last thing I needed to do was ask him. I should not have been nearly as nervous as I was, but I wanted it to be perfect. I has so many ideas for how to ask him, but I knew I wanted to be cheesy and try to connect it to racing. I ended up deciding on a sign that I would take to the next race since we had one more race weekend before prom. The sign read, “Can you drive me to prom? I don't have my license.” I also printed pictures of our cars to put on the corners. It’s in reference to the fact that Sebastian has his normal driver’s license while I only have my super license. 

The race I decided to ask him was at Imola, one of our favorite tracks. We both qualified well (him at P1, me at P3), and I won the sprint race with Sebastian in P2. It was the first 1-2 of the season! We had a break between the podium and the media panel, so we were able to head back to our team trailer after a brief photo shoot. We both split off to different sides of the trailer to take showers and change into comfortable clothes. 

Sebastian immediately laid flat on the floor once he was done, and when I came out, he pulled me to lie next to him with a laugh. A couple of the staff chuckled at our antics, but let us be. 

“That was a pretty good race,” he said quietly with a yawn, “I don’t want to do interviews.”

“It was a great race, and you don't have to, technically,” I responded just as quietly. He looked skeptical before I elaborated, “You could just pay the fine if you really don’t want to go.”

“No, I just like whining about it,” he chuckled, pulling me deeper into his side as he buried his face in my hair. “Plus, I would never turn down a panel with you by my side.”

“You mean you by my side,” I laughed pulling away to make eye contact. “Last I checked, I was the one that won the race, Mr. Montoya.”

“Ah, right,” he joked, “We should actually start heading over now. We can pick up a smoothie or something on our way over. My treat for you winning fair and square.”

“Is that supposed to be condescending?” I joked back, moving to stand up and brush off my clothes. I held out my hand to help him up, him immediately taking it and standing up but not letting go as he pulled me into his chest for a hug. “Is this your apology?”

“No, the apology is that I’ll also get you a smoothie and food,” he responded, placing a kiss on my nose. “Did you put my wallet in your backpack earlier?”

“Yeah, you asked me too,” I chuckled, pulling away slightly to kiss him for a moment before moving back to point toward my driver’s room. “I need to grab my phone if you want to grab your wallet from my bag.”

“On it,” he said as he kept my hand in his and led us to the room. We split off, him grabbing my bag from the desk and me going toward the bathroom where I had my phone charging on the counter. Before I head back out, I checked a couple of notifications until Sebastian called out to me, “Hey, Y/N, what’s this?”

I walk out and see him reading something and I instantly know what it was: the poster. I immediately reached to grab it from him, hiding it behind my back despite knowing that he’s already seen it and read it. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“You were going to ask me to prom?” He asked in disbelief.

“I was going to do it after the race tomorrow,” I admitted, “but now it’s not a surprise.”

“Ask me now.”

“What?”

“I said,” he paused as he wrapped his arms around my waist, one arm pulling the sign out from behind my back, “Ask me now.”

“Seb, you didn’t get to go to your prom, and I have my prom next week. You have a driver’s license, and I only have my super license. Maybe you could drive me to prom?” I asked as I leaned back, still with his arms around my waist, and held the sign up. “And we can dance if you want to.”

“I could not imagine going with anyone else,” he laughed, pushing the sign down so he could kiss all over my face. We basked in the moment for a couple of minutes before hearing our managers calling our names. “I guess that’s our call, isn’t it?”

“I mean we could just not answer and sneak out the back,” I suggested, gesturing toward the door that lead to a staircase directly toward the pack of the paddock. “We could just take the fine.”

“Do you really want to pay the fine when we have no real reason to miss the interview?”

“Not really, but I am hungry, so I’m weighing my options.”

“Come on,” he chuckled as he pulled me toward the normal door, grabbing his wallet on the way and propping the sign up against the wall before walking out. When we got to the main section of the trailer, we found our managers talking on the phone. 

“Nevermind, we found them,” my manager said to the person on the call as they hung up. They both looked at us suspiciously before asking, “Do we want to know what you were doing in Y/N’s driver’s room together?”

“You say that like we did something wrong,” Sebastian pointed out. The look on our managers’ faces told us that they definitely thought we were doing something in there. “Wait, no we did not do what you think! The worse that we did was contemplate just taking the fine.”

“Okay, no,” his manager laughed, “we are not taking the fine. We were trying to find you because you need to do a post-race photoshoot and eat before the panel.”

“Oh, we already did the photo shoot,” I pointed out. “We did it before we showered and changed. Plus, we were just about to head out to get smoothies.”

“Make sure you get real food too, please? The last thing we need is one of you passing out during the interview. You’ve got 2 hours!”

“Got it,” Sebastian shouted behind him as we already started running out of the trailer toward the array of food stands. We slowed down once we reached a shaded table off to the side of one of the stands. Sebastian pulls out my chair, allowing me to sit first before pushing it in and taking the seat across from me. “Looks like we’ve got extra time to kill, so what do you want to get? My treat.”

“Is that supposed to be condescending?” I joked, leaning forward in my seat.

“Shut up or I won't buy you anything,” he pressed with an eye-roll. “Now, what do you want?”

“Well-” I started.

“No, don’t turn this on me,” he immediately interrupted, “I’m trying to congratulate you on your win.”

“And I want a smoothie, so you choose the actual food!” I retorted. “Second place is not easy either, so you choose the food.”

“You’re a menace.”

“I try.”

~~~~~

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[pha55ed]

Everything I Know Abt Love || JMM21

type :: fluff tw/cw :: dumbass painfully oblivious!reader (their so me-coded) summary :: reader has been crushing on pepe since they were children, but is trying to get over their crush with a different driver. but that's impossible because it's fucking josep maria marti.

request :: can you write smth with pepe marti :D was thinkin something along the lines of the song “everything i know about love” by laufey. heavy mutual pining with an eventual confession and pure fluff <3 ur page is so nice and ur writing is so so so good 🫶 (AHH thank you so much! <3 you're so sweet!)

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yourusername : Alexa, play So American by Olivia Rodrigo

yourbestfriend : YOU GOT ICECREAM WITHOUT ME???

yourbestfriend : wait a minute... 🤨

yourbestfriend : IS THAT A MAN....???

yourbestfriend : IS THAT P...?

yourbestfriend : Noooo girl i need to update you so bad

jakcrawford : Your flavor looks like charcoal dust LMAO

yourusername : it looked purple under the store's lighting 😭😭

christianmansell : where's my thank you???

sebastianmontoya : what... 😀

pepemarti : same... 😀 sebastianmontoya : im coming over christianmansell : wait why??? sebastianmontoya : YOU CAUSED THIS YOU IDIOT

The date with Jak was sweet, almost perfect. He picked you up and called you beautiful, gifting you flowers. The entire time he was respectful, listening to you, and making you laugh. He was cute too, curly brown hair and an adorable smile. Everything should led to you liking him. Yet you couldn't.

The entire time you were still stuck on Pepe. Thinking about how Pepe would have gotten you flowers, but in your favorite color. How Pepe's hair was much softer despite being shorter. Not to mention that Pepe's smile is your favorite thing ever. It's not Jak's fault, he was lovely in every way possible. But you just couldn't imagine loving anyone else beside Pepe.

You grew up with Pepe, meeting at 11 year olds from watching your brother in karting. The rest is history. You met his friends and quickly formed a quad, with Pepe, you, Sebastian, and Christian. Throughout your entire childhood, you had a fat crush on him. But you could never tell if he liked you back or not.

But to Chris and Sebastian, it was painful to watch you both. They could tell that you both liked each other, maybe even loved each other. But you both were so awkward with each other that it seemed like you were friend-zoning each other.

Like for example, Chris and Sebastian tried to set you up both up by making a fake hangout. They planned a whole day of going to the beach and eating dinner, only for them both to get "sick" last minute. So it was just you and Pepe alone for the whole day, going to the beach and a fancy dinner.

Yet you guys still managed to turn one of the most romantic scenes into the most goofy and awkward. Collecting seashells, seeing who can hold their breathe longer underwater, and making a mess at dinner like you two were just clumsy and awkward best friends. When in reality, both of you were on the verge of a heart attack every time you accidentally touched.

So now you were stuck, alone in your room. Torn between either moving on or sticking with Pepe.

You barely had any time to think to yourself, because the very next day you were forced to attend the boys' Racing Sponsor party. Although you never liked going, it was fun with your friends and the food was always amazing. The only major cons was that the party was filled with business people trying to network and get new sponsors, but they usually left you alone once you just said you were a friend of the drivers.

So now instead of being alone in your room, with your thoughts eating away at your brain - you were alone at the large dining table. Seb promised to stay by your side, but he was pulled away by his engineers to try and talk to a fancy gasoline company so they could sponsor him. Chris also promised to stay besides you, but he was also forced away to go to a special engineering company. Pepe and Jak were also busy doing a ton of interviews and connections, they were very sought after.

You sighed, unable to help but just sit in your boredom as you picked at your food. Now you were wishing that those annoying business men would try to talk to you again just so you have something to do. Using your phone wasn't an option either, 1. because it's rude to do and 2. because your dress didn't have pockets so you stupidly gave it to Seb to hold onto.

But just as you were about to count the petals dead floral centerpiece in front of you, Jak sat next to you. Fuck, you thought.

"Hey!" He said, wearing a black tux just like everyone else in the room. "You look so bored haha"

His small chuckle was charming and cute, he was so "boy-next-door" coded. Jak's curls were a bit more defined and his suit had almost no imperfections on it. He obviously paid deep attention to his suit. You watched as he started to fiddle with his tie slightly as he sat next to you. It was clear he was a bit nervous around you, trying to put up a good first impression still.

"I can't lie, I am a bit bored." You say with a smile at his attentive nature. "I'm just waiting for it to be over so we can all go out and play games at Chris's house."

"We?" He asks, quoting you before connecting the dots as to who 'we' was. "Oh! You, Pepe, Chris, and Seb, right?" Jak tilts his head slightly, like a dog.

You simply nod, taking a mental note of how much of Jak resembles a golden doodle. One of the cute golden doodles, not the ones' with ugly human eyes. You wanted so badly to like him. It wasn't like you weren't aware of how cute and sweet he was. Yet your brain just wouldn't allow yourself to feel a spark between you two.

"Well uh, would it be okay if I joined?" Jak asked nervously, looking in your eyes.

Before you could answer, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Although you hated how embarrassing it was to admit, you could already tell who was touching you just by the fingertips and vein on the back of the hand: Pepe Marti.

"NnnnooOOO!" Pepe said, making you want to laugh but you knew it would hurt Jak's feelings. It was clear he had quite a few drinks, most likely due to the businessmen always pressuring the drivers to have a few shots. Mainly so they could take advantage of their drunken state and get them to sign any deal they wanted.

"Oh uh..." Jak sat their awkwardly, looking at how close Pepe's body was to yours despite him hovering above your chair. "Hi Pepe,,,"

"Hi JAK!!!" Pepe said, quite loudly, "Or should I say JAK - ASS!!! Hahaha,,, ha..."

Pepe's entire fucking head and neck turned to you, trying to see if you laughed at his awful joke. When he sees that you didn't laugh, his smile instantly died. You could tell that he was cringing at himself.

You knew you needed to get Pepe out of the room, before he does anything stupid. So you quietly excused yourself from Jak, apologizing for Pepe's lame joke. Although Pepe was perfectly able to walk over to you and Jak, all of the sudden he began to act as if he's never walked in his life. So he clung onto your waist, using that as support while you both exited the party.

It didn't make much sense for him to hold your waist for support. Holding onto your shoulders or even your head would make much more sense - but he insisted on holding your waist. But you weren't going to complain when he hand perfectly fitted there. And you definitely weren't going to complain when he was pulling you closer to his body on instinct, as if he was a magnet attracted to you.

You struggled to get his tall body into your small car. But you did it. Now you had to struggle with getting the buckle on him. Not that he's fat, far from it, he's quite lanky and lean. The struggle came from the fact that Pepe was insisting that he should drive. That the man should always drive the woman home. He even drunkenly giggled and said, "If I driveee, then we couldd kiss at red lightssss!"

He said that while looking up at you with a shit eating grin. As if he was trying to see if you would blush at his joke, which you did. And as if his cute giggle and smile weren't enough, he did a stupid little fist bump in the air after making you giggle, as if it was an accomplishment. He has never ever been this flirty with you, making you unsure of how to handle him.

You can't help but laugh even more at his stupid acts. And from your laughter, Pepe finally sat still for once. He was stuck in his seat, staring at you, completely star struck. His big dark eyes starring up at you while you giggled, he looked as if he's seen the Northern lights. His lips were slightly parted, mainly because he was tired from fighting you away from buckling him, but also because his breathe was genuinely taken away from his lungs.

And that's when you felt something click in you.

At that exact moment, when Pepe was looking up at you with big puppy eyes and kissable kips - you realized that you would never ever be able to replace Pepe. You would never be able to settle and date Jak just to move on from Pepe. Because in one single moment of Pepe barely saying anything, he made you feel more cherished than Jak did within your entire day. Because in one single moment of Pepe's eyes staring in yours, you felt your heart pound faster than it ever did when Jak gently held your hand at night.

You knew you needed to tell Jak soon. Although you knew that you and Pepe weren't an item yet, you were determined to get him to be yours. And for the first time within almost a decade - you felt as if you had a chance with him.

As you dragged Pepe behind you, you safely managed to get him up the stairs and into his apartment. It was a cozy place, with tan and beige furniture decorating the place. There were photos hung up of his friends and family, shelves filled with comic books and gifts from fans. It felt warm, homey despite it not being your home.

Due to Pepe's strong grip on you, as if he was glued to you, you were forced to throw him roughly onto his couch. You sighed out of relief from finally getting him to settle down. You were beat, ready to go sleep asap. Meanwhile Pepe was the exact opposite. He was still giggling and giddy despite there being nothing funny happening.

His smile was permanently on his face, but you weren't complaining. As you slumped down next to him, you could still smell the alcohol in his breathe. He lazily threw his hand on your thigh, looking at you before saying "You're so farrr".

The lazy grip he had on your thigh quickly turned into an overpowering grip, as he easily pulled you all the way close to him. Even though he got what he wanted, you being right beside him, his hand didn't leave your thigh. You were left in shock, never ever seeing this side of him. He's been drunk around you before, but never this drunk. You're lost on why he felt the need to get so drunk today, especially when he knew being drunk was a huge no-no at sponsor parties.

When Pepe saw your eyes widen, he instantly copied your expression. His hand left your thigh in a flash and he scooted away from you by a foot. "I'm sorry, did you not like that???" He asked, his words not slurring as much.

"No no, it's okay." You said as you looked at him, his shoulders relaxing at your words. You wish you could say the same, your shoulders were killing you now from having to bring Pepe up a whole flight of stairs.

Rolling your shoulders didn't help the ache, making you slightly wince at the soreness. Pepe, despite still being drunk, could tell it was because of him. He looked guilty, scooting a bit closer to you.

"I'm sorry," He said softly, the most gentle you've heard him all night. "I shou' have gone home on my own."

You shook your head, "Definitelyyy not, you would have crashed your car into a family of five or something."

"Better than hurting you," He said almost in a whisper. You watched his face scrunch up. He let out a light burp and threw his head back onto the couch. "God I feel awful already."

On instinct, you were about to get off the couch and get him some pain medication. But Pepe's arm shot out, blocking you from getting up.

"Not physically." He says, "But,,, mentally."

You tilt your head slightly, confused at what he meant. He looked into your eyes, able to tell that you had zero clue at all what he meant. A sigh left his lips, as if he was tired despite him being the one that got dragged up a flight of stairs and a ride home.

"I'm sure you'll feel awful physically soon." You say, "But why do you feel hurt, mentally?"

"I just," Pepe's voice was stuck, unsure of how to word himself. He let out a few murmurs but it wasn't actual words. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making him unable to speak or if Pepe just didn't know how to word what he was thinking. You were assume it was both.

He knew he wouldn't be able to outright state what he was feeling, so instead he opted for questions. "(Y/N), be honest with me." You nodded, shifting in your seat to face him. His tone sounded serious. "How do you feel about Jak?"

You assume he must have felt awful mentally for his rude jokes to Jak. "Oh, Jak is cool. If you're worried about your joke to him, I'm sure he'll just brush it off."

"Are you close now?" Pepe asks, completely ignoring your answer to his question. "After that date you guys had, seemed like fun." He says, his eyes not looking at yours. As if he was too scared to make eye contact with you.

"Um, it was fun. But I mean, I didn't feel a spark or anything-"

"Don't lie."

You were frozen, unsure of what to say. "I'm not lying...?"

"I see how you laugh at his jokes, how he looks at you, how you smile at him." Pepe says slowly, "Do you think you like him?"

His tone was so serious that you were caught off guard. But you knew the answer to his question now, thankfully you realized it this night. "No, I think we're just gonna be friends. He seems super sweet and nice, but not for me-"

"Then who is for you?" Pepe asks, this time looking at you. There was no smile on his face, instead a look of investigation. A look that seemed as if he was trying to put a mask on, to protect his feelings from getting hurt.

You knew the answer to this question to. But you weren't able to say. All you were able to do was stare into Pepe's eyes, watching them soften as he looked at you. You swallowed and broke the eye contact, feeling too intimate to keep staring into his dark eyes.

While you were looking away, Pepe scooted back close to you. Your knees touching. Although your head was still turned away, too flustered to look at him and unwilling to give him an answer. Pepe was staring right at you, his entire torso turned towards you to examine your whole body and features.

You didn't want to turn your head around and face him. You could tell that if you did, your faces would be only a few inches away from each other. Close enough to make your breathes touch each other faces. Although you were trying to look away from him, his hand gently reached for your face. There was no pressure in his grip, instead it was lightly guiding your head to face him.

Now your faces were close, eyes locked in, and bodies only a few inches apart. You looked at him, holding your breathe in fear that it stank from eating. His eyes and face were no longer tense, it was soft and looked as if he was pleaded. It looked as if he about to beg you for something, which he did:

"Please, please say it's me." He said in a whisper.

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Pepe Martí x childhood best friend!reader

Summary: Five times pepe wanted to tell you, his childhood best friend, about his feelings and the one time he finally did.

this request 🫶

⚠️Tw: fluff, fluff and fluff, not recommended for people with diabetes bc of all the sugar in it, sebas and chris being the best matchmakers, idiots in love

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

(pepe's version)²¹

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"We keep this love in a photograph,

We made these memories for ourselves,

Where our eyes are never closing,

Our hearts were never broken,

And time's forever frozen, still"

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This year's autumn seemed to appear earlier than usual. Flame-crowned trees were losing their leaves, somewhere among the split chestnuts and capless acorns. The wind was raging outside the window, humming some chaotic melody to the rhythm of the raindrops tapping on the window. Fog covered the gray sky, making it difficult to see even the tip of your nose.

Pepe layed on the couch at your house and watched some boring movie, while you looked for more blankets. Your parents left for some banquet you had no idea about, leaving you to watch the house and Pepe, being a perfect boyfriend decided to keep you company. The evening promised to be a quiet one, filled with cuddling under a warm blanket.

"Pepe, look what I found!", you said, rushing into the room with excitement in your eyes. "Our photo album!"

You joined him on the couch, resting your head on his chest and opening the old book.

The Polaroid in your hands showed you as kids, playing in the playground. Pepe remembered it really well. It was the first memory he had of you.

The sun had already risen to the highest pedestal in the sky, and its rays spread pleasant warmth on the faces of people who decided to leave their apartments. Birds chirping could be heard from virtually every tree in the area. It was one of the most beautiful July days.

The laughter filling your little hearts, when he pushed your swing, was heard on the whole playground. He saw how much happiness his actions were giving you and even then it was the most beautiful view to him. Without much thinking about it, he went and picked up the biggest daisy, he could find. Your smile was as bright as the shining sun, when he gave it to you. The innocence of this moment was captured by your mothers, sharing knowing looks.

He was just a kid then, but he still loved you, before he even knew what love was.

"I still have the daisy, you know?", you smiled fondly at this memory.

"Really?", Pepe looked at you, suprised that you still kept it after all this years.

"Yeah, wouldn't trade it for the world."

You took out another Polaroid from the old album of your mother. It was a picture of you two by the lake, smiling from ear to ear.

Your family's lake house was something both of you adored. Going there every summer, when Pepe was done with racing for a while, was an unspoken tradition.

The quietness of the night was something you both needed. A moment when it could be just the two of you, without your families trying to sneak into not their business. Pepe loved this peaceful moments with you. He could finally be with someone, that didn't see him as a driver, but just as him, your beloved best friend.

The summer wind was sending chills through your body, making you shiver a little. That night, the stars danced in the moonlight, admiring each other in the reflection from the still lake. The wind hummed softly, joining the chorus of crickets from the nearby forest. The night was peaceful. That's why you decided to leave the bustling house and take a walk.

You were laughing at one of Pepe's jokes, missing the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. You sat at the shore of the lake, enjoying the calmness of the night.

Pepe was talking about his recent race, when he felt your head falling on his shoulder. His whole body froze. Of course, he was familiar with your touch, but this time it felt different, more intimate. His mind was racing with thoughts, when he looked at you, basking in the comfort of his presence.

Have you always looked so pretty? Have your perfumes always been so intense? When did your skin become so soft? Why did his heart start to beat so fast suddenly?

"You know, I wouldn't imagine someone else as my best friend", your quiet voice got him out of the whirlwind of his thoughts. "You're literally my favourite human being."

He felt blush creeping on his cheeks. You too were his favourite person in the whole, wide world, but he stayed quiet, not able to put what he felt in right words. He put his head on top of yours, while his hand delicately caressed your arm. The atmosphere between you full of innocent, teenage love, that you weren't even aware about yet, while the moment stayed forever hidden in the arms of the silent night.

You smiled fondly at one of many sweet memories you had with your boyfriend. Pepe looked at you, laying comfortably in his arms and wondered how it had ever occurred to him that it was just friendship.

Your eyes landed on the next photo and your cheeks started hurting almost immediately from the big smile, while Pepe let out a groan of embarrassment. Said photo showed you, him and none other than his two lovely best friends, Chris and Sebas.

The noise coming from the racing track seemed to disappear amid the laughter of two young boys. They just watched their friend pathetically drool over his life long crush. It was funny that neither of them realized their feelings yet. Looking at each other, they knew they couldn't just leave them alone.

Giggling, they snuck up behind Pepe.

"Are you going to look at her like that for the rest of your life, or are you finally going to stop being a coward?" Sebastian asked, and poor Pepe almost had a heart attack because of him.

"Just before you do that, look in the mirror. You're drooling so much that she might think you have rabies," said Chris, appearing at his other side. "Seriously, mate, this is pathetic."

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, Pepe, always the oblivious," Sebastian clucked disapprovingly. "I honestly feel sorry for you."

"Pepe, my dear, has it ever occurred to you, that you might have a crush on her?" teased Chris, laughing at the whirlwind of thoughts in Pepe's eyes, and then adding dramatically. "If you keep burning a hole in her back with your staring, I'll feel sad. You've never looked at me like that."

Sebas cackled loudly and Pepe wanted the ground to swallow him whole, looking at you in panic to make sure you hadn't heard the two of them talking. After a moment, he sighed with relief, missing your little smile.

They were just making fun of him.

Right?

And even if they were right, he couldn't risk it. Your friendship meant too much to him.

Now, he couldn't ever imagine not being in a relationship with you. It was almost like you were made for each other. His perfect, other half. And both, Sebas and Chris, still teased him about that.

"They really are matchmakers, huh?"

"Somewhere in their idiocy there is a way, i guess", said Pepe.

You nudged him, your heart melting, when you heard him laugh. After all this years together it was still your favourite sound. The next Polaroid was fairly new, but your favourite memory.

It was one of the warmest nights in May. You were spending it in Pepe's apartment, doing your weekly movie night. This time you decided to bake a pizza and Pepe offered to help. It was going well, until it was time to decide what to put on it.

"Pizza without mushrooms is not a pizza, Pepe", you said with a frown on your face.

"Pizza is indeed a pizza without mushrooms", said Pepe, mimicking your high-pitched voice.

You sighed dramatically at his antics. You weren't going to leave it like that. Before Pepe could react, he was hit in the face with a handful of flour. Your giggles woke him up from his initial shock.

It was war.

His apartment was a complete mess after you were done. You were sat in the middle of it, laughing like little kids.

Being completely honest, Pepe didn't have anything against mushrooms on pizza, but you looked so cute when you were angry. He just couldn't resist it.

You were laughing at the whole situation, when he tried to fight the urge to kiss you. He couldn't be that selfish.

"You know, I was right", he said, the smirk evident on his face.

You send him a dirty glare. Some things never change. The next photo was his favourite. The hug after his maiden win. A memory he will forever hold close to his heart.

It was a very warm day. The sun was high in the sky and the earth was bathed in its rays. The temperature rose more and more with each passing hour. It wasn't an ideal day for racing, but it was still better than if it rained.

Pepe was a little nervous about the race. In fact, he didn't even know why. He was starting from pole position, the car felt good and he liked the track. But there was something that made his nerves practically eat him from the inside. Normally, your presence calmed him down in an instant, but this time even that didn't help. At these moments his habit of snapping his fingers was activated. You literally had to hold his hand to get him to stop.

When it was time to get into the car, you thought your hand would fall off from the strength with which Pepe was gripping it.

“Pepe, if you don't stop squeezing my hand so hard, the blood won't get to it,” you whispered, making him immediately let go.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking at you with the eyes of a beaten puppy. You sighed, turning to face him and cupping his face in your hands.

"I don't know why you're so nervous, because you're rocking on this track, but I want you to know that no matter where you finish, me, your whole family and all your fans will be proud," you said, looking him straight in the eye. "Now go out there and show everyone their place."

Pepe's heart was filled with emotion when you finished speaking. All the nerves were gone, replaced by pure lust to win. And in that moment you knew, he was really going to show them all their place.

You sat staring at the screen the entire race, biting your lip from the mounting tension in the garage. One lap. That's all there was left for him to win. Pepe was truly amazing. The ease with which he maintained the lead was something that could not be described in words. You had to be there to feel it. It was as if he and the car were one. You loved watching him fulfill his dreams.

The crowds roared as he crossed the finish line. His radio was filled with shouts from his team members wanting to congratulate him. He couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. After a rather unhappy half of the season, he won. He was finally able to stand on the top step of the podium as the Spanish national anthem played in the background. His maiden wins in formula two. It was a surreal feeling.

He didn't even realize he was still in the car until Franco Collapinto, who finished in a second place, patted him on the helmet. He immediately jumped out of the car, blindly taking off his helmet and Baclava, to the sound of his team's cheers. Everyone wanted to hug and congratulate him. You were no different. When his eyes landed on you, crying your eyes out, he couldn't stop himself, crashing you in the tightest hug you ever felt. But it didn't matter.

Your hands found themselves on each side of his face, while you brought him closer. With your foreheads aganist eachother, you said, your voice breaking, "I'm so proud of you, Pepe."

At that moment, all of his self-control evaporated and just as he was finally about to kiss you, he was pulled away for the weigh-in.

Fate has a funny way of doing things.

When he finally stood on the highest step of the podium, his national anthem playing and spanish flag spread across his back, he felt, that the years of though trainings and many sacrifices were worth it. And when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd, looking up at him like he hung the stars with mascara smudes under your eyes, he felt the fear of ruining your friendship slowly vanishing, at least for a while.

The last photograph was taken only few hours after the previous one. You were laying on the bed in the hotel room, exhaustion clearly visible in your eyes after celebrating half the night.

Even though the sun had long since left its pedestal, giving way to the moon, the night was still warm. The stars sparkled in the sky, and their beautiful glow fell inside through the large hotel window.

You layed turned towards it with your eyes closed, enjoying the silence after a night filled with alcohol and club music. Pepe was lying right next to you. So close, yet his thoughts were far away. He was kicking himself for not having the courage to tell you how he felt earlier, and the fear of destroying so many years of friendship came back. It was slowly destroying him from the inside. He looked at you and his heart immediately started beating faster. You were wearing only his t-shirt. He loved this view. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or something else, but he started talking.

"You really don't know how hard it is for me to pretend that you're just a friend to me. Friends don't feel about each other the way I feel about you. And words can't express it. I could spend ages trying to describe it and it still wouldn't be enough. From the time I saw you as a child until now, I've spent every moment loving you, even before I knew what it was", his heart felt lighter after this confession, and after thinking for a short while, he added: "I really would give away everything for just a kiss."

"Then do it."

Your quiet voice made him nearly faint, but after processing your words his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.

"What?"

"Kiss me, dummy. It's rude to keep a lady waiting for so long."

He looked deep into your eyes and seeing absolutely no trace of hesitation, he finally leaned in, sealing your lips in a kiss. It was a feeling taken straight from the cartoon world, somewhere between a story like Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella. Two souls destined for each other were finally able to become one, strengthening the bond they had nurtured over the years. Two halves finally becoming whole. The feeling of unrequited love finally vanishing away. Deep dwon he always knew you were bond to end up together.

In the end, you really kept your love in the photograph.

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Author's note: yes, this is me manifesting pepe's win

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more than enough – jmm21

you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.

genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort

pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya

warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk

word count: 2.6k

author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)

this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.

also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)

"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"

the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"

pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"

"i must've forgotten to tell you."

"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"

"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."

"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"

you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."

the biggest understatement of the year.

you hate your birthday.

for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.

you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.

it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.

you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.

"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."

your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.

the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."

you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."

he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."

"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"

to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."

"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.

your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.

"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."

"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.

pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."

nora snorts. "what? of course she does."

"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."

pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.

but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.

"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"

"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"

"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.

pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."

nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."

"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."

"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."

you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."

pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.

but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.

most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.

pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.

his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.

the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.

pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.

he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."

it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-

the cake on his lap.

you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...

but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.

pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.

he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.

"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"

you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."

he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.

"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"

pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.

he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.

hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.

but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.

baby steps.

"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"

he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.

"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."

"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."

birthday? eleven.

the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.

"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."

"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"

you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"

"ooh, garlic! thank you!"

pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"

"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."

you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.

"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."

"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."

"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."

[n0vazsq]

avia's masterlist !

── "not shy of a spark, the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark . . ."

oneshot ── ★

smau ── ⯌

── ★ driver x reader ::

── F1 ::

oscar piastri #81

. . . way of the heart ★

lando norris #4

. . . pretty boy ★

carlos sainz #55

. . . prank wars ★

charles leclerc #16

. . . forever mine? forever yours ★

max verstappen #1

. . . forgotten series ★

. . . underneath the (ice) sheets ⯌

yuki tsunoda #22

. . . nothing yet!

esteban ocon #31

. . . nothing yet!

kimi raikkonen #7 (young)

. . . pas de deux ⯌

sebastian vettel #5 (young)

. . . nothing yet!

daniel ricciardo #3

. . . nothing yet!

liam lawson #30

. . . nothing yet!

franco colapinto #43

. . . nothing yet!

jenson button #22 (young)

. . . nothing yet!

logan sargeant #2

. . . nothing yet!

── F2 ::

josep maria marti #21

. . . nothing yet!

paul aron #17

. . . the art of forgivness ★

zane maloney #5

. . . nothing yet!

ollie bearman #3

. . . nothing yet!

andrea kimi antonelli #4

. . . nothing yet!

arthur leclerc #65

. . . forgotten wishes ★

── F3 ::

sebastian montoya #11

. . . nothing yet!

dino beganovic #1

. . . nothing yet!

arvid lindblad #3

. . . nothing yet!

── F4 ::

alex powell #80

. . . nothing yet!

dion gowda #50

. . . nothing yet!

rashid al dhaheri #14

. . . nothing yet!

── FRECA ::

rafael camara #5

. . . romeo and juliet ⯌

── Series' ::

forgotten series | mv1

forgotten; until my last breath | pt.1 forgotten; the pain of love | pt.2 forgotten; heartbreak, a deathly thing | pt.3

. . . nothing else yet!

── ★ other x reader ::

── Football ::

. . . so american | arda güler x reader ⯌

. . . the stars were ours | pau cubarsi x reader ★

── Actors ::

. . . nothing yet!

── Musicians ::

. . . nothing yet!

── ★ driver x driver ::

── F1 ::

current grid

. . . gone forever | eo31 x dr3 ★

. . . falling short of the mark | op81 x ls2 ★

2010s grid

. . . moon, a hole of light | jb22 x sv5 ★

[pxperplxnets]

Hiyaa could you do the dating headcannons but with Sebas?💜If not its okay :)

dating sebastian montoya would include:

-sebas is the loml

-his love language is definetily touch

-he likes to hold you

-big cuddling fan

-he also loves showing you off

-like on tik tok or instagram or literally any app

-filled to the brim with you content

-he would do girlfriend photodumps

-post a bunch of pictures of you totally randomly

-i also think sebas is the friend that takes pictures of everything

-like oh, you're eating a mango? picture you're sleeping? picture you fell on your ass while walking? picture

-also would post the dumbest pictures/videos of you

-”sebas, i am literally running around in circles!” “no, you are CUTELY running around in circles”

-this man does not sleep

-at least not when he is supposed to

-3:30 am energy sprouts

-i dont know if thats how people call them but you get the idea

-thats why he has so many pictures and videos of you doing stupid shit

-he adores bringing you to races

-motivates him to do better

-he is such a family guy as well

-he would want you to get on with his family so bad

-like he would set up "play-dates" for you and his sister

-even though you are a bit old for play-dates

-if you speak spanish his life is complete

-if you dont he’ll teach you

-he would call you nick names in spanish

-he just knows that you like them so he does

-and tell you cheesy pick up lines in spanish

-”tan bonita y sin novio?” (so pretty and without a boyfriend?) “sebas, you are my boyfriend”

-that one doesnt sound that good in english but bear with me

-I think he would really value your opinion

-like if you said not to cut his hair he wouldn't yk

-once again 10/10 experience

-would recommend

-sebastian marry me pls

-i speak spanish

-i'll cook

-i'll clean

-i'll do anything you want me to

-just give me a chance

-also had @myplantregulus help with this one

[romanwho]

Sebastian Stan x Reader (Spooked)

Scenario: You and Sebastian are best friends and spend the day goofing off

WARNINGS: none, just fluff

Word Count: 705

sorry ahead of time for any spelling/grammar mistakes

“Oh my god!” you shouted as you ran towards a giant box of light sabers, sliding part of the way there. You pulled out one of the toys and swung to face your best friend Sebastian.

He stifled a laugh. “Y/N, we are in public,” he tried to scold you.

In response, you pressed a button on the toy light saber, causing it to light up with a whoosh noise. Your jaw dropped with excitement. Sebastian threw his head back in laughter at your child-like demeanor. 

You pointed the light saber at him. “My name is Inigo Montoya,” you recited. “You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

“That’s not even Star Wars!” Sebastian shook his head.

You shrugged. “It felt right.” You lunged and poked him in the stomach, hoping to provoke him. It worked.

“Oh, you are so on,” he challenged before grabbing a light saber for himself. The two of you dueled until a store employee came by and asked you to stop. You guys apologized and returned the toys, but erupted into a fit of giggles as soon as the employee was out of earshot.

Sebastian put his arm around your shoulders. “So, we played hide and seek, smelled all of the candles, and had a light saber fight. You ready to leave now?”

You looked at your friend and nodded with a playful pout. With that, the two of you strolled out of the store and headed towards your place.

You plopped down on your couch and kicked off your shes, Sebastian following your lead.

“Alright,” Sebastian said, rubbing his hands together. “What do you wanna watch?”

You leaned your head back on a pillow. “Uhhh, I was kinda thinking a horror movie.”

“What?” Sebastian scoffed. “Y/N, you hate horror.”

“I never said I hated it. I just, haven’t seen a lot of it,” you defended yourself. Sebastian stared at you with one doubtful eyebrow raised. “I’m serious!” you continued. “C��mon, Seb. It’s October, Halloween season. I wanna get in the spooky spirit.”

“Fine,” Sebastian agreed. “But if you get scared, I’m not cuddling you to make you feel better.”

You rolled your eyes. “We need snacks.” You jumped up and skipped to the kitchen. You grabbed as much as you could hold - chips, oreos, pretzels, popcorn, skittles- the essentials. You came back into the living room and dumped the snacks into Sebastian’s lap.

“You really know the way to a man’s heart,” he joked as he ripped open the package of oreos and dug in. You plopped back down onto the couch and Sebastian started the horror flick he picked out.

You overestimated your ability to handle horror and struggled to hide your fear from Sebastian. He stuck to his promise of not comforting you... for about 10 minutes. Soon enough, you were practically in his lap, burying your head in his shoulder at ever jump scare while he laughed at you.

The credits began to roll and Sebastian had to basically peel you off of him. “Wanna watch another one?” he asked, challenging you.

Being the stubborn person you were, you replied, “Bring it on.”

Sebastian smirked. “You pick this time. I’m gonna make hot chocolate. Do you want some?”

“Always,” you replied with a large yawn.

“Someone’s tired,” Sebastian teased.

“I’m not tired!” you protested, showing your stubbornness again.

“Right,” Sebastian said sarcastically. He rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen. He emerged 10 minutes later, a mug in each hand, and found you sound asleep on the couch. He sighed, put the mugs down, and picked you up with ease. He had a lean build, but he was still the strongest guy you knew.

He carried you to your room, careful not to wake you, and placed you gingerly on your bed. After covering you with a blanket, he studied your peaceful face. He had always thought you were beautiful. However, your long friendship had shown him that you were so much more than that. You were strong, funny, caring, and so much more. One day, he hoped to tell you exactly how he felt about you.

But for now, he simply leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

First Sebastian Stan fic, woo!! Hope you guys enjoyed this one :)

Feel free to message me any requests you have!

[bad268]

hiii! any chance you could write a Sebastian Montoya enemies to lovers fic? in my Sebas era at the moment 🤩🥳

Because of You (Sebastian Montoya X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient I loved this request!)

Warnings: road rash, injury, mentions of being attacked, hurt/comfort, “i had nowhere else to go” i hate myself

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 2015

Summary: Classic enemies to lovers with Sebas

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Racing was my life. For as long as I could remember, I was racing, and I was racing well. I rose through the ranks relatively quickly going straight from karting to single-seater championships within two years, and I was already catching the eyes of different Formula 1 teams.  

One thing is for certain: I had my fair share of haters. One of which was someone I looked up to while karting who then turned out to be my teammate in F4 and FRECA at Prema and eventually, in F3 for HiTech. That person would be none other than Sebastian Montoya.

It was all fine when we first met during preseason testing for F4. We were getting along great, found some common interests, and he gave me some tips and tricks he used to prepare for a race. All was well until the season started, and I started winning. 

It was like I was no longer a friend but a competitor, so I did what I always did and reciprocated the acts. If he was going to be cold to me, I would be cold right back. I was taught to never waste my time on people who didn’t deserve it, and when he ran me off the road during a crucial race of the FRECA season, I saw red.

“You gonna run me off the track again, Montoya?” I teased as we both walked out of the HiTech garage toward our new cars for free practice in Spielberg for the F3 race. “I don’t think the bosses would appreciate that, honestly.”

“If you stay out of my way, we won’t have a problem,” He sneered, rolling his eyes as he finished doing up his race suit. 

“Oh, trust me. I plan to be nowhere near you,” I laughed as I pulled my balaclava over my head and started preparing the straps to my helmet. “Besides, it’s not like I have a problem with keeping my nose clean.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed given that you crashed into Gabriele last week,” Sebastian mocked, pointing out my DNF from a couple of weeks ago.

“Because you turned wide!” I exclaimed, slamming my helmet down on the table. “You turned into me, and I took evasive action. It wasn’t my fault. You were the one that got the penalty, dumbass.”

“At least I finished the race,” he snickered as he turned to walk toward his car. 

“And at least I can run in the top 3,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. 

“Mind saying that a little louder?” Sebastian snapped, turning to face me as he came to stand directly in front of you.

“I said, at least I can run in the top 3,” I stated firmly, not backing down from his threatening stance. “At least I can say that I’ve won in Monaco. I’m keeping up in the title fight, and where are you? Oh, right! Down in 14th. Our gap is almost as bad as Alonso on Stroll.”

“My car is shit, and you know that,” he seethed, getting up in my face as he pointed a pinger at my chest. 

“Excuses, excuses. We have the same fucking car, Seb,” I pointed out as I glared at him. “We all have the same fucking car, so don’t blame the team for your shitty driving style. Maybe if you knew how to drive, you would keep up.”

“You two can fuck later, get in your cars!” Dino shouted from the next garage over as he put his helmet on.

“Shut up, Dino!”

~~

The race went great for me. I secured pole position, scored third in the sprint, and won the feature race. These points shot me up from third to leading the championship. I was on top of the world. I decided I was going to celebrate for the night before I left for the next race. 

I was walking through the streets of Monaco pretty late at night. I was pretty sure I knew where I was going but it was also my first time in Monaco. I should have followed the map closer. I don’t remember if I walked into a bad area or if it was some crazy haters. All that I remembered was them yelling at me.

“You’re stealing a seat from people who really deserve it!”

“You’re never going to win the championship!”

“Gabriel deserved that win! You’re just in his way!”

“Undeserved! You’re just lucky!”

At some point, it got physical, and they didn’t stop until they heard sirens in the vicinity. I was breathing heavily as I picked myself up off the ground, immediately taking notice of the soreness across my face and my limbs. Somehow, I limped my way back to the hotel I would need to check out of in the morning. 

I got into my room, and as soon as I saw my reflection, I broke. It hit like a ton of bricks (and looked like it too). I slid down the wall, letting it all out. Maybe I didn’t deserve to be in F3. Maybe I didn’t deserve my seat. There are definitely more talented drivers out there. Heck, Ollie swept the weekend at the last race in Baku, and I couldn’t get past Fornaroli for second in the sprint. Maybe they were right.

I took a deep breath, stood up, and moved toward the restroom to get a good look at the wounds and clean them. My right eye was black and bruised, there was a large gash on my eyebrow, my lip was bleeding, and don’t even get me started on the road rash on my arms and legs. I was going to need some supplies to clean these up.

I grabbed my room key and walked out to the hall. Hopefully, Dino or Paul would be in their rooms. Across the hall was Dino’s room to which he didn’t answer. I sighed, already knowing if Dino didn’t answer, he probably already left, and chances are Paul was also gone. Still, I moved over a door and knocked on Paul’s door. Of course, he’s gone too. 

They were the only people I talked to on the grid, and I was not about to swallow my pride and go to the lobby for a first aid kit. Just as I was about to head back into my room, I saw a light flash from under a door. Specifically, Sebastian’s door. How desperate was I going to get for this first aid kit? Enough to ask my sworn enemy for help? Yes. 

I sighed, walking up to his door. I hesitated before knocking. What was he going to say? What if he laughed? What if he just slammed the door in my face? What if- I didn’t let my mind run anymore as I hurriedly knocked. It took a couple of seconds, but a confused Sebastian opened the door. As soon as he registered it was me, his gaze hardened until he took into account my appearance, his eyes softening almost immediately.

“I had nowhere else to go,” I whispered as I bit my lip, already expecting him to turn me away. “Do you have a first aid kit I can borrow?”

“Who the fuck mauled you?!” He all about shouted as his jaw dropped.

“Shut up,” I hissed, covering his mouth as I pushed him into his room. I closed the door quickly as I flipped us, so I was leaning into him against the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You’re gonna wake someone up.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically as he pushed my hand away from his face in annoyance but quicking wincing as he heard my hiss of pain as he rubbed against one of the road rashes on my arm. He sighed as he dropped his voice to a softer tone, “Sorry, it’s not every day your teammate shows up at your door bloody. Forgive me for freaking out.”

“No, it’s a valid response,” I admitted, stepping back to give him space. That’s when I notice his eyes looking me up and down, taking in all of the injuries. “I just need alcohol and bandages if you have any.”

“Here, hop on the counter,” He offered, leading me into the bathroom. “I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to help me jump up as the rashes on my legs had started scabbing and it was getting difficult to bend them. We fell into a comfortable silence, surprisingly, as he started addressing the wounds on my legs first. As he moved up my legs, he would glance up at me, making sure I was comfortable with what he was doing, causing me to nod almost every time. The one time I didn’t nod immediately was when he got back to my hips and grabbed the end of my shirt. “What if there’s a rash on your side? Or something with your ribs?”

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with taking my shirt off in front of you, Seb,” I said, honestly. “We’re constantly at each other’s throats. Who’s to say you won't make a comment about my body?”

“I would never,” He defended, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. How about I just lift it and do a quick check? If there’s nothing, we move to your arms.”

“Quick check,” I pressed, sending him a pointed look, “Nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” he smirked, pulling up my shirt a little and his eyes grew wide immediately. “So, good news and bad news. Good news, there’s no rash. Bad news, you are fifty shades of back and blue.”

“You’re kidding,” I gasped as I tried to turn around and look at my reflection, but quickly felt the pain from turning, causing me to hiss in pain again. “Okay, I believe you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He stood directly in front of me but refused to meet my eye.

“Why would you be sorry? It’s not like you did this,” I asked. He had no reason to apologize for something he didn’t do. “If anything, you’re making it better.”

“I just- if I had been nicer, if we had been friends, if I had gone out with you tonight, none of this would have happened,” he admitted. “Instead, I was in here, watching a movie while you were out getting attacked. I just feel like I could have prevented this somehow.”

“That is out of your control,” I told him. Of course, it was! “You can’t control how people feel toward me. You can’t control the haters.”

“But if you had someone with you, the haters probably wouldn’t have approached you,” he explained, finally meeting my gaze. “I could have protected you.”

“That’s sweet of you, but you hated me when I left the track. There’s no way you would have risked yourself on my behalf.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a fine line between hate and love,” Seb admitted. “Maybe I was jealous of your success. It’s hard being compared to my dad all the time, and I was finally doing good. No offense, but you came in out of nowhere and started dominating. I don’t know if I was just jealous or envious.”

“Really? I’m here because of you!”

“What?”

“You were my idol, Seb,” I chuckled. “I saw you at a karting competition a few years ago, and because of you, I started karting. I was so excited to race with you, and it was awesome getting to learn from you ahead of the season. Then, you just flipped, and I didn’t know what I did. All I knew was that suddenly you hated me, and I reacted back.”

“You’re here because of me? And because of me, we became enemies?” 

“Yeah, but because of me, we could be in our lover's arch,” I slipped in, jokingly. At least, it was supposed to be jokingly. Sebastian didn’t take it as a joke as he immediately leaned in and connected our lips in the first of many kisses.

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Dream (Sebastian Montoya X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Day 1 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 386

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/Redbull announcement)

It’s been years since I was in the paddock. It was weird being back after so long. I almost missed it, but it also brought back a lot of memories. 

The promotion videos I made with Gabriele, stupid challenges with Gabriel, pranking the engineers with Dino, and antagonizing other drivers with Sebas. It was so fun racing with Sebas in F4 since I raced him in karts. We practically grew up together and we were the best tag team. All of those memories brought a smile to my face.

And then I remembered why I couldn’t be with him anymore. The last time I was on any track was at Valleluga 2020 during my Italian F4 campaign. That race, unfortunately, led to my immediate and untimely retirement from motorsports. The rain mixed with the need to finish in the points was not a good mix, and I was paying the price.

Now, I got a position with my old racing team, Prema, as a photographer, and today was my first day back on a track since the accident. 

I had just finished up taking promotional pictures of Ollie and Fred after their qualifying session, and I was on my way to the F3 paddock to do the same with Dino, Paul, and Zak. I did not make it that far into the pitlane before someone was shouting my name.

“Y/n?” They yelled from one of the garages. I turned around to see who it was, and I was met with a Redbull race suit. He hadn’t changed a bit. “This is a dream. There’s no way you’d be back on the track.”

 “No, you’re not dreaming! I’m here in the flesh. I gotta pay for my medical bills somehow, Sebas,” I laughed, pulling him in for a hug. I immediately retracted, feeling the coldness of the suit. “Why are you still in your suit and why is it wet?”

“I’m taking pictures with Dino and Gabriele since we qualified together,” He started explaining. “It’s wet because the team dumped water on Gabriele and me.”

“Ah, I’m so happy you guys are all doing good!” I exclaimed. “I saw that Gabriel is winning the championship now too. I’m glad you guys are fulfilling your dreams.”

“And now, you’re here with us! You’re not leaving anytime soon.”

~~~~~

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[santanasaintmendes]

what it’s like to date them ~ f2 + sebastian montoya edition

masterlist

drivers included: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, dino beganovic, sebastian montoya and arthur leclerc

type: fluff & a tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentioning of jumping off a cliff (ollie) , small sexual innuendo (sebastian) , mention of making out (ollie), if any of those make you uncomfortable please keep scrolling!

photos are found on pinterest & all credits go to their rightful owners!

a/n: it’s my first time trying something like this so feedback is appreciated! i love sebastian montoya so i just HAD to include him. likes and reblogs are always appreciated, enjoy xx

Ollie Bearman

being ollie bear man’s girlfriend is no easy task

he’s constantly travelling around the world and sometimes being in a relationship is unrealistic for an f2 driver like him

but to be honest ollie would rather jump off a cliff than not have you by his side

the two of you are the exact embodiment of sleepy gf x cuddly boyfriend

whenever ollie gets the chance he flies you out to watch him race

late night walks together are a common thing for you both

LEGO DATES OF COURSE (reference to cosmic girl records)

cute good morning voice messages (HIS SLEEPY VOICE IS TO DIE FOR)

he’ll randomly send you photos of what he’s doing whether that’s photos of his meals or him at the gym he loves to keep you updated

in the EXTREMELY rare occasion you guys fight he’ll never EVER let you guys go to sleep without making up (and out 😌)

he loves gifting you flowers and he’ll keep one so he knows when to buy you another bouquet

he’s a goner when you play with his hair while cuddling

y’all hold hands under the table ALL THE TIME

he’s like your own personal photographer, constantly taking photos of you for your instagram or his

he 100% smiles when he reads your texts if you’re far away back home

sometimes it’s so bad that kimi and dino will tease him about it all day long

sings to you. badly, but you’re too nice to tell him he’s got a bad voice

you guys love watching movies together, whether it’s old movies like top gun or the latest ones like deadpool and wolverine

sometimes yall just sleep on the couch together

of course, ollie being the true romantic he is, loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, dancing in the rain, gives you his hoodies, the list could go on forever

facetiming and messaging 24/7

you guys could honestly talk forever, the conversation always flows so easily between you guys

y’all know that one scene in tangled where rapunzel and eugene are in the boat on the lake with the lanterns and eugene’s admiring rapunzel? LITERALLY YOU GUYS

i’d say, Ollie’s love language is 100% physical touch and quality time

homeboy CANNOT keep his hands of you, so you’ve either always got your fingers intertwined or his hands are around your waist or on your back

honestly? you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend and ollie for a better girlfriend 💖

Kimi Antonelli

they say italians are one of the most romantic people on earth and kimi never fails to prove that to you

kimi has you laughing all the damn time with his habit of cracking jokes all day, sometimes the two of you will be sitting in silence, make eye contact and burst out laughing

he loves loves loves calling you cute names in italian, amore, bella, tesoro

he loves teaching you small phrases in italian

100% you guys are idiots to lovers, you both are lost in your own little world with humour only the two of you guys understand

kimi ALWAYS makes time for you, even when he’s tired, hes always up to call or cuddle no matter the hour

you’re a sucker for his italian accent 🇮🇹

you love playing “Bella Ciao” on full blast to wake him up from a nap

AND TRUST, at first he’s always grumpy

but he can never stay mad at you for long it’s always ends up with laughs and tickles

kimi texts you the funniest most random things

once you woke up to a text from kimi that read: do you think penguins get angry

safe to say you had to explain for the next couple of minutes to kimi that it was impossible to know because he kept hitting you with the “but why” card

he loves sending you memes that are definitely not funny just to see what your reaction is

he loves to tease you ALL the time

you guys love to take the silliest photos together

exactly like blake lively and ryan reynolds, the two of you have a good social media presence which often includes making fun of each other and joking around. it makes the fans go crazy and love you two even more

yall have shared playlists fr and kimi just loves annoying you by adding the most weirdest songs like the barney theme song or the bill nye the science guy song

he gifted you a CD player once and he loves giving you CD’s he makes with songs he thinks you’ll like

he once told you he’d step on a LEGO for you

you guys love to attend concerts when you have a chance

dating kimi can sometimes be a walk in the park and other times not the easiest

comforting kimi after a bad race is always hardest because he’s such a dedicated and passionate driver

but there’s nothing that you can’t fix, if that’s just holding him while he’s upset or just sitting with him while he speaks, you’re there for him every time

and he loves you for that, you’re both teenagers but he’s 101% sure that one day he wants to marry you, and you? you’ve known it since the moment you met him

Dino Beganovic

dino may be the funniest guy you’ve ever met

he loves seeing you smile and each time he makes you laugh or smile it’s like an achievement

dino’s also an athletic guy, always in the gym or going on hikes in whatever country he’s in at the time

and he drags you along every time

sometimes it’s a pain but it’s worth it when he has the biggest smile ever when you guys reach the top of the mountain or exit the gym

dino’s an excellent cook despite what his friends may claim

he cooks for you any chance he gets

when you first found out Dino was swedish you nicknamed him IKEA boy just to annoy him

leaving you at home is the hardest thing he has to do and sometimes coming back is even harder, but you always make sure to stay up for him so when he walks through the front door you’re there to welcome him home

you find the fact that his name is ‘dino’ hilarious so you’ll randomly send him “🦖”only for him to reply with “🖕”

if there was one phrase to describe the two of you, it would be enemies to lovers

the first time you ever met dino was when your mutual friend arthur introduced you to him, and instantly you didn’t like him

you honestly never figured out why, maybe it was because you were jealous of how confident and smart he was?

yes, that’s probably it

and when you guys first met, the feeling was mutual, dino didn’t exactly like you either

but because of arthur who was whole heartedly convinced that he could get his two best friends together, you eventually began to feel things for dino and guess what?

he felt the same

it didn’t take long for you guys to get together

and arthur made a lot of cash in the process considering the whole grid had made a bet with him

you hold it against him till this day

but nevertheless it was the best choice you’d ever made, becoming dino’s girlfriend

he’s a gentlemen through and through

you often fly out to surprise Dino at his races and its always worth it to see his ginormous grin when he sees you

you guys definitely have your rough patches in your relationship but you both work through it together every time

you guys love going on cute coffee dates, especially to the cafe’s in Sweden, the two of you have a mission to find the best cafe there

he loves taking you to museums when you both visit his home

he loves telling you stories of his childhood and hometown since the two of you both grew up in different places

before dino you’d never believed you could ever fall for someone like him, and he proved you wrong yet again

Sebastian Montoya

he’s not f2 but i just HAD to include him, he’s my cutie patootie fr

if there was on word to describe sebastian it would be oblivious

you had a good fat crush on him for a solid 3 years before the two of you got together

he just could never get a hint

you tried your best to subtly show that you liked him but he’d brush it off as you being overly kind or something like that

both of your families were super close so you basically grew up together

you were the same age as him so you were the closest out of everyone in the family

it wasn’t until your 15th birthday when Sebastian took you by surprise and confessed he had feelings for you

how could he not? you were stunning and basically his best friend. childhood friends to lovers, are you joking?

you always accompanied him to any karting competition or tournaments, you were and still are his biggest fan

sebastian is like a dream come true

he’s hilarious and sweet and caring and you could go on and on about how

he’s such a charmer, especially with his words

he loves calling you cute names in spanish such as cariño, mi amor, bebe, angelita, hermosa and so many more

dating sebastian is like you always though it would be like

he’s the loyalest guy you know

he loves going to the gym and he’ll send you photos whenever he’s there

you both have a habit of calling each other before you go to sleep, talking about how your day went or what you had for dinner that day

you’d think with both his parents being able to cook such great colombian food he’d be a great cook but you’d be wrong

sebastian nearly once set your kitchen on fire when he tried to fry an egg which goes to show just how bad of a cook he is

so you take the reins when it comes to cooking your meals when you eat together

sebastian’s probably the funniest guy you know, humour comes to him so naturally you’re almost jealous

yeah, you guys fight more than you’d like to admit, but he’s always the first one to apologise and pull you into a hug, peppering you with kisses

he’s like a giant teddy bear if they were absolutely ripped and had the biggest biceps you’d ever seen

sebastian often has to go away and he wishes he could take you along every time so when you get a chance you always accompany him

flights to wherever he’s racing that weekend is always fun

once you tried to convince him to do a face mask with you on the flight but he wouldn’t budge

sebastian loves touching you, not always in a sexual way but even sometimes just soft touches or holding hands is enough for him

kisses, kisses and more kisses

he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair

if you accompany him to the gym he’s definitely showing you off

whenever the colombian football team is versing another team you always go for the other team just to annoy sebastian

you guys often post each other on your instagram stories, usually including a joking insult

if you’d told your 13 year old self that you were dating sebastian she would not believe you at all, and well maybe dreams do come true

Arthur Leclerc

you never ever thought you’d end up dating charles leclerc’s little brother

the first time you met arthur was in a supermarket at 9pm, you were rushing around, late to a party when you crashed head on with a stranger

that stranger just so happened to be arthur leclerc, you recognised him immediately as he bent down to pick up all his groceries that had fallen on the ground

you realised you were standing there gaping, you immediately apologised and helped him pick up his shopping

arthur was taken by surprise when he looked up to see such a . . . mess. to say the least

your mascara was poorly applied and your outfit was NOT it at all

it nearly made him laugh at the absurdity of it all, and yet as he continued to watch as you apologised he was stunned by your eyes

they were well, gorgeous.

he asked for your number much to your surprise and well the rest was history

arthur is by far the most sweetest and handsomest guy you’ve ever met

he helps pick out your outfits for the day without complaint, always helping you put on your heels when you guys go out for dinner

arthur loves to be by your side 24/7

whether it’s to make sure other guys don’t get the wrong idea or just because he loves being in your company he’s always with you

but of course because he’s a formula 2 driver his job requires him to travel a lot

which often means you’re left alone, it sometimes poses to be difficult for the two of you, especially you and it sometimes ends with you guys fighting

but there’s nothing that the two of you both can’t overcome together

he looks at you like you hung up the stars 🤩

arthur loves making you laugh, it’s like he could high on just your laughter

so any chance he gets to make you laugh, he takes it and honestly it only makes you love him more

matching outfits? definitely.

cute french nicknames, mon amour is a favourite for sure

arthur loves to gift you things, whether it’s perfumes, clothes, handbags, if you linger too long on something while you’re shopping, best to know that it’ll appear in your apartment in the next week

he absolutely loves to take you on the craziest dates ever, bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming with sharks, anything that’s completely crazy? definitely.

maybe it was fate or something like that, but arthur’s grateful that you crashed into him that night in the supermarket, looking like a mess, you couldn’t have looked prettier in his eyes.

a/n: AHHH! So that’s brings us to the end, thank you for reading if you got to the end!

[bad268]

Out-of-Pocket (Pepe Marti X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (ily zep also happy race week!)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 869

Summary: Out-of-pocket grid walks and podcasts

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

The first race of the season was one for the books. The energy was high, the excitement was through the roof, and all of the drivers were ready to get back to racing. As someone with a moto racing podcast, you were having a blast in the paddock. The plan was you were going to do a Martin Brundle-style grid walk, asking random questions to whatever drivers you could find.

“Jak!” You shouted, running up to your American friend who was walking with Ollie and Kimi. “Can I ask you guys questions for the pod?”

“Don’t say tyre deg,” Jak joked as the other two nodded.

“That's a tequila shot, Jak,” You laughed. “Anyway, I don’t have any on me so, Jak, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you found a dead body in your hotel room?”

“That’s so random, but I would call my team, I guess?” Jak responded, confused about where the question came from.

“Good to hear you trust your team, sounds like you guys will have a good year,” You stated. “Does this mean you are getting along well with your new team?”

“Yeah, I love the team, and I think we’re gonna do well this year,” Jak beamed. 

“Thank you, Jak. Now, Ollie,” You moved the microphone over to Ollie, “You hit me as the type of guy who needs beauty sleep.”

“Where is this going?” He laughed.

“Why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I’ve seen the LAP videos, and you don’t look very beautiful when you wake up,” You teased him.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” He gasped in disbelief, “As if anyone in your opinion looks good waking up unless they’re Pepe!”

“Hey, no need to call me out in my own podcast here!” You jokingly scolded. “I ask the questions. Now, why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I need to know.”

“Maybe it’s not about physical beauty and more about mental beauty,” Ollie quipped. “Ever think of that?”

“No, I did not Aristotle,” You replied sarcastically. “Thank you for bestowing your great mind upon us, oh great one.”

“With pleasure,” Ollie jokingly bowed as he left to follow Jak.

“Kimi! The new man on the block! Tell me, how many pennies do you think would fit in your car?”

“At least five,” Kimi answered immediately and seriously.

“Fair point, thank you,” You replied just as seriously as you moved on to your next target, running after him. “Dennis, do fish drown?”

“NO!” He shouted, started by your sudden appearance. “No, I looked this up and drowning is inhaling water. Fish breathe water, so unless they stop moving and water blocks their gills, they can't drown, but they can suffocate on water.”

“Damn, thanks Bill Nye the science guy,” You said sarcastically as you moved on, beelining for one of your favorite F3 drivers to ask questions to. “Sebastian Montoya, I have a question for you.”

“I love these,” he said to himself before leaning into the microphone and shouting, “Hi Pod!”

“Don’t! I’m the star here,” You joked. “Anyway, if you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you weak or strong?”

“Neither, you’re gullible,” He answered.

“Oh, that's a dollar word, look at you go!” You chuckled as you moved on once again. This time you ran into a world champion. “Fernando! My favorite Spanish driver!” You shouted as you ran over to him but not before whispering into the mike, “Lies, Pepe is my favorite.”

“We all know Pepe is you’re favorite, no need to flatter me,” He laughed.

“Well, at least we’re all on the same page,” You dismissed. “In your opinion, what is the worst mode of transportation?”

“Roller skates,” He said after a moment. “The ones with the wheels in a line.”

“What do you have against roller blades, Nando?” You chuckled, genuinely curious.

“I just never learned how to ride them,” He laughed.

“Fair enough, thank you!” You said as you heard back to the Campos garage, knowing Pepe was probably finished with his interview by now. You saw him sitting on the couch in the driver’s room that he shares with Isack, scrolling through his phone. “And here we find the friend of the show, Pepe, in his natural habitat; hiding from everyone.”

“You do know I can hear you,” He chuckled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh shit, I thought he was deaf,” You whispered into the microphone, but still loud enough for him to hear. You moved into the room and sat beside him, leaning into his side. “I have a real question for you.”

“Something tells me it’s not a real question, but go on.”

“How does it feel to be in a relationship with the most out-of-pocket moto racing podcaster on the planet?”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” He replied as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “You should talk to Clement to get on Screaming Meals. I bet that would be the most chaotic episode ever.”

“Don’t give me any more ideas,” You groaned. “Also, I’m trying. James said no.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

In honour of u predicting Arvids wins this weekend I have a request for u 😭😭

If possible could it be a kind of part 2 to passenger princess but if not its fine

Anyways his gf comes to Silverstone and he has this great weekend and prema says she's good luck and is saying she needs to come to every race now and reader starts to get shy and blush and arvid is like "yea she is"

His Good Luck Charm (Arvid Lindblad X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (don't tell me i predicted it lol don't make me more delulu)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 909

Summary: Maybe Arvid's "secret girlfriend" is a good luck charm.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 1

~~(^@/Arvid’s insta from May 26, 2024)

It was her first race. She had a general idea of what to expect, but this was so much more than she ever could have imagined for Arvid. When he won the sprint, she was over the moon! Her first race attending with Arvid, and he wins? Hell yeah! She knew that the feature race would be harder since he was starting down in tenth place, but she jokingly told him that if anyone could do it, he could. Then, he won the feature. To say she was ecstatic was an understatement. 

She ran out of the garage with the rest of the Prema team to Parc Ferme and straight up to the gate where Arvid would pull up behind the first-place slot. She was pushed up against the barriers by the team and she knew he would run and jump into his team. Well, she wasn’t exactly prepared to be almost knocked over by him when he jumped over the gate almost entirely on top of her. Thankfully, the team caught him and tried their best to redistribute the weight.

“Hey don’t crush our good luck charm!” Rene chuckled as he pulled her over to not be completely covered by Arvid’s body. “We need her in Hungary!”

“Woah woah!” She interrupted in protest when all of the team erupted in agreement, “I didn’t say I was doing a world tour! I still have school!” She felt her face grow hot under the newfound attention from the team. The team quieted down as they all looked at her, letting Arvid stand on his own, so he could wrap his arms around her separately. She felt like she was under a spotlight as she turned into his chest before whispering, “I just came for his home race.”

“She is our good luck charm,” Arvid chuckled, looking down at her as she hid further into his chest as she shivered. From more attention or the weather, he didn’t know. He wrapped his arms around her tighter as he ran a hand along her arm to help her heat up as he turned to look back at his team. “She has her studies though. I’m sure she’ll make an appearance another time this season. We still have plenty of races, and I’d rather save her charm for races we need the luck in.”

“I second that,” Dino said as he came up to the group after he parked his car and got weighed in. “Maybe next time, I can get some better luck!”

“I make no promises,” She mumbled before pulling away from Arvid so he could go up for the podium celebration. She gave him a brief kiss before he was ushered away, and she split off with the rest of the team towards the podium. She stood beside Dino, Gabriele, Sebastian, Luke Laurens, Tim, and the rest of the team as they all cheered when their friends walked out. When Arvid came out, she threw everything out the window as she screamed to her heart’s content. She shouted with a laugh at the end, “That’s my boyfriend!” 

The rest of the boys around her join in with similar shouts about Arvid being her’s or they were claiming Arvid as their friend. As soon as he was announced, they all started in it together, causing Arvid to look straight at them and laugh. He blew a kiss to his girlfriend as he tripped on his way up to the top step, smiling sheepishly before taking his hat off for his anthem. Arvid stood proudly on the top step in front of his people for the second time this weekend as he muttered the lyrics of his national anthem. 

Toward the end, he looked down at his friends, his team, and most importantly, his good luck charm. His girlfriend, who was already looking up at him with tears in her eyes, stood with the rest of the crowd, staring up at him with so much endearment and love. She was beyond proud of him every week, but this was a different feeling for both of them.

After the podium celebrations and after pictures were taken, he ran down the stairs. There she was, waiting for him right off the side with her arms open. Arvid did not hesitate as he immediately handed his trophy and leftover champagne to his engineer as he ran into her arms. He swung her around a couple of times before gently setting her back down and just swayed with her as he buried his face in her neck. 

“I’m so proud of you,” She said softly as she planted a kiss below his ear. She pressed her hands more against his shoulders. “You drove amazingly this weekend. Maybe I’ll let you drive Baby.”

“You’d let me drive Baby?” Arvid gasped, pulling away slightly to look at her. Her face held a level of seriousness that Arvid decided to snatch up. “I’m driving us to celebrate tonight.”

“Works for me, but if you’re drinking, I’ll drive us home,” She chuckled as Arvid turned out to lead them toward the car park. She pulled out the chain-filled keys to her beloved Honda Civic from her pocket before holding them out to him with a mock sigh, “I guess you’ll need these.”

“I’m breaking so many laws,” He mumbled as he ran off to the driver's side, completely leaving her in the dust.

“Hey! Where is my passenger princess treatment?”

~~~~~

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[santanasaintmendes]

Masterlist

Social Media AU:

!Cosmic Girl Records! ^ a smau series in which y/n accompanies her boyfriend Ollie Bearman to races while beefing with the 2019 rookies (mostly lando) and charles

Headcannons + Preferences

what it’s like to date them ~ f2 + sebastian montoya edition

^ what it’s like to date formula 2 drivers: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, dino beganovic, sebastian montoya (f3) and arthur leclerc

Fics!:

coming soon. . .

The Adventures of Loverboy and Twinkle Toes (lando norris x reader + enemies to lovers)

^ they’re high school sweethearts but once they both get into f1 can their love withstand the pain and pressure?

Ollie Bearman

“ i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight” (ollie bearman x reader + childhoodfriends to ?)

^ being in love with your best friend sucks. what happens when you’ve been by his side through everything and he calls you by another girls name?

“i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight” Part2!

Pepe Marti

“crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby. . .”

(pepe marti x reader)

^ you and pepe have a cute teenage love most would be jealous of, but with you both doing your own things, is it as perfect as it may seem?

Sebastián Montoya

“typa girl that make me drop dead on the floor.” (sebastian montoya x driver!reader)

^ sebastian’s your teammate and everything is strictly professional between you. . .right?

under no circumstances will my works be reposted on wattpad or ao3 or any other platforms. nor will there be any reposts, translations without my permission. if i wanted those i would do it myself, thank you!

[majusialikesfastcars]

Hi!

My name is Maja and I'm obsessed with motorsports, especially formula one. I also love writing, so I decided why not combine it.

My fav drivers are:

in f1, lewis hamilton <3, lando norris, george russell and alex albon

in f2, pepe martí <3, paul aron and kimi antonelli

in f3, dino beganovic and arvid lindblad <3

in f4, thomass štolcermanis<3, dion gowda and alex powell

retired drivers, kimi raikkonen, jenson button and sebastian vettel and nico rosberg<3

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

Masterlist

I can write about any driver, so send requests which one would you like to see 🫶