jennwritesf1
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jennwritesf1 · 2 months ago
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hi guys! I have NOT forgotten about the rookie season series, I’ve just rewritten it three times, and I’ve decide to rewrite it again!! (we love procrastinating to the point you hate anything you write and feel you need to rewrite it)
quick info- this is going to be a multi-part series, featuring fem!reader navigating her rookie year. it’ll be platonic!f1 grid x reader and undecided!rookie!love interest x reader.
anyways, I’ve decided on a layout/chapter progression I like so I think it’s gonna stick this time. but, I’m trying to get some background down for the reader, and I’m struggling trying to decide her nationality/ethnicity (yes ik these are two different things but just for simplicity I’m including both).
also- I’ve included the countries / languages I have the most knowledge on, so if you don’t see a specific country it’s because I don’t have much knowledge on it!
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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Hiii this is my first time requesting a fic from someone but I need more isack hadjar fics. I was wondering if u could do a fic about like cuddling with him??? Idk if that makes sense but like waking up in his arms or cuddling together in the paddocks while he takes a quick Power Nap
hii!! thank you for the request! I’m honored to be writing your first request, lmk what you think! <33
I sleep so I can see you | isack hadjar
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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i sleep so i can see you | isack hadjar
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requested? : yes! based on this request
summary : isack hadn’t been sleeping well, and it finally catches up to him during a race weekend, where he finds himself falling asleep anywhere you are.
disclaimers : second pov (you/your); fluff; google translated french; slightly suggestive (if you squint), not proofread
word count : 1.8k
a/n : thanks for the request! hope this lives up to what you were wanting! I did change it up just a bit, but I think it still has what you were requesting! <3
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Isacks world was full of constant noise. Noise from the media. Noise from the paddock. It was just something that came with the profession, something he had to constantly deal with. Continuous noise.
Which is why he cherished the quiet moments he spent with you. When the sun had set and the city had fallen quiet. When even shared whispers seemed too loud and hushed laughs echoed in the silence. Being wrapped in your arms, listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, was all Isack needed. You were all he needed.
That’s how you found yourself now, in Isacks hotel room with his head tucked under your chin and arms wrapped securely around your waist. It was late, far too late for him to still be awake on a race weekend, but the longer he laid in your arms, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your embrace, the wider awake he found himself.
“You’re still awake?” You mumbled, half asleep yourself. You mindlessly brought a hand up to brush through the back of his short curls, a small smile making its way to your lips as you felt his body relax impossibly closer to your. Isack only hummed in response, causing you to sigh as you turned over to read the clock, 1:34am.
“Isack, love, you have to get in the car tomorrow,” you said, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. The room was dark, only a faint stream of purple light flooding in through the crack in the curtains. “Talk to me,” you added in a quieter voice, “I don’t want you driving while sleep deprived.”
Isack took a moment to answer, hesitation written all over his face. “Just jet lagged,” he said after a few seconds, burying his head back in your neck before you were able to respond. “I’m going to sleep,” he added, although the words came out muffled.
You adjusted slightly, and then began to run your hand up and down his back in slow, soothing motions. You could tell there was more running through his mind than just jet lag, but you weren’t going to push if he wasn’t ready to share.
“I love you,” you whispered again after a few minutes, and you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist.
“je t’aime (i love you)” he mumbled, voice much quieter than it was before. Before too long, you felt his breathing slow, becoming short, shallow breaths, and his grip loosened, signaling he had finally fallen asleep.
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When the morning came, Isack found himself hurriedly getting ready because he had slept in. Sleep was still etched on his face as you two made your way to the track, and even though it was a short ten minute drive from the hotel to the paddock, Isack still managed to fall asleep.
His head lulled on your shoulder, and his hand was intertwined with yours. His warm breath fanned against your neck, and his trainer, who was sat in the front of the car, made sure to grab a few pictures to later use to poke fun at him.
If you thought the car ride was all, you’d be wrong. After Isack attended to his morning media duties and practice debrief, he was quick to locate you in the teams hospitality, and drug you off to his drivers room.
“Isack, you can’t nap,” you said with a laugh once he told you why he was dragging you away. “You have to get in the car in like, an hour,” you added, but that fell onto deaf ears as he shut the door behind you. “This is just going to make you more tired.”
“I don’t care, I’m tired now,” he said, pulling you down onto the rather small sofa, which you knew neither of you were going to be able to get comfortable on. Immediately his arms found your waist and his body was pressed to yours. With some slight adjustments, you were able to get into a semi-comfortable position.
“Isack, this looks so bad,” you said after a moment, a small laugh bubbling out of your lips. He lifted his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “We disappeared into your drivers room, for nearly an hour,” you said, raising your eyebrows.
It took him a second to get what you were implying, but you could tell when he did. His eyes slightly widened, and heat rushed to his cheeks. He shook his head, the corners of his lips curving up. “I mean, I’m not opposed,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
You only laughed, shaking your head. “I changed my mind, go to sleep,” you said, causing him to laugh as well. You didn’t have to tell him twice though, because just a few minutes later his body had relaxed completely against yours. Despite the blinding lights that you were unable to turn off, you had been able to nod off as well.
Although not for long, a loud pounding on his drivers room door startled both of you awake, Isack nearly falling off of the sofa completely.
“You locked your door too?” You asked, sleepily shaking your head with a laugh. “They’re never going to let me near you.”
“Oh hush,” he said, running a hand through his hair and pulling his jacket back on before opening the door to reveal his race engineer, Pierre Hamelin, who had a very unamused look on his face.
“Espèce d'idiot(you idiot)! Where have you been? FP1 starts in ten minutes!” He scolded, pointing a very annoyed finger at your boyfriend, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. It was only then his eyes land on you behind Isack, gathering both his and your things. “Oh,” was all Pierre said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
Isack looked back at you, then back to his engineer, a look of panic on his face as he realized you were right with what people would assume had happened. You could only chuckle as he scrambled to try and explain it wasn’t what it looked like, but you could tell no amount of explaining was convincing Pierre.
“Get changed for FP1, then after that you’re banned from your drivers room,” Pierre said after a moment, shaking his head as he glanced back to you again.
“You, out,” he said, pointing from you to the garage behind him. His voice was stern, but there was no real malice behind his eyes, he was just trying to get Isack to get in the car with no distractions.
“Yes sir,” you said with a small salute. You gave Isack a quick kiss in passing before making your way out of the room and into the garage.
If you thought banning him from his drivers room would stop him from falling asleep, you’d be wrong again.
After the practice session and media duties, Isack once again located you, this time in the back of the garage, chatting with a few of the engineers. You were sat up on one of the counters, and Isack was quick to join you.
He was never big on pda, but you could see the tired look in his eyes, so it didn’t shock you when he laced his hand with yours and let his head fall on your shoulder.
The garage was loud, and the lights blared in his face, but your voice grounded him. He let his eyes close, focusing solely on your voice as you talked about the restaurant the two of you had ate at last night, and before he knew it everything else had faded and he’d fallen asleep yet again.
You hadn’t realized at first, until the two engineers you were talking to began to laugh, pulling out their phones to take blackmail pictures.
You just smiled, leaning your head on his. How he had managed to fall asleep in the middle of the garage you weren’t quite sure, but as long as he was content, so were you.
He was able to nap a bit longer, but was eventually woken up for debriefs and FP2. By the end of the day, he was rushing you out of the paddock, hand laced with yours as he drug you to the car.
You had half expected him to fall asleep in the car again, but he hadn’t. By the time you guys got up to your shared hotel room, you were now the one with tired eyes and slow movement.
You made quick work of your night routine, skin care, brushing your teeth, and changing into pajamas, before joining Isack in bed.
A content sigh left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours. You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before relaxing further against him.
“Let’s actually sleep tonight, yeah?” You mumbled, eyes already closing. Isack began rubbing small, soothing, circles against your waist, humming in agreement.
“je t’aime,” he whispered, to which you were quick to whisper back. After that he fell silent, pulling you just slightly closer as he too closed his eyes, trying his hardest to fall asleep. A few minutes of silence passed, only the quiet hums of cars outside and your breathing filled the air.
With you in his arms, Isack felt content. The worries that flooded his mind last night was long forgotten, instead filled with just you. The warmth of your skin on his, your shallow breathing that fanned against his next, the feeling of your arms around him, it was comforting to him.
A few more minutes passed, and then-
“Love?” Isack said, his hushed voice drawing you from near sleep.
“Hm?” You hummed, not bothering to move or open your eyes. You were way too comfortable in your current spot.
“I can’t sleep.”
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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there’s orange juice in the kitchen - pt 1 (f1 drivers)
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summary : you ask the drivers to peel an orange for you (or the orange peel theroy)
disclaimers : second pov (you/your), gn!reader, use of pet names
included : alex albon, charles leclerc, isack hadjar, kimi antonelli, liam lawson, oliver bearman, oscar piastri, yuki tsunoda
a/n : first full-grid blurb, lmk what you think and if you’d like to see more! pt. 2 will contain f2, reserve, and indycar drivers. I can also add drivers so if you want to see someone not listed lmk! <3
yes this is reposted, switching accts around
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alex albon
“Hey Alex,” you shouted from your shared kitchen, whilst setting your phone up against the far counter. You made sure it was recording, then grabbed an orange and waited. A few moments later your boyfriend came into the kitchen, eyes glued to his phone.
“Yeah?” he asked, shutting his phone off and setting it on the counter as he shifted his attention to you. A smirk spread across his lips once he saw the round fruit in your hand, and before you could even ask he was saying, “let me guess, you want me to peel the orange for you?”
You paused, eyes squinted as you slowly nodded your head, holding the orange out. He took it and began to peel it, glancing up at you every few seconds and quietly chuckling. “You’ve seen this trend haven’t you?” you asked after a moment, a playful sigh leaving your lips as he nodded. 
“You’re so chronically online it’s scary.”
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charles leclerc
You had seen a trend circling around tiktok of people asking their partners to peel an orange for them; the orange peel theory. After seeing a few of your close friends posting their own videos, most of which were ridiculously funny, you decided to also hop on the bandwagon. 
You discretely set your phone up in yours and Charles shared living space, then quickly grabbed an orange from the kitchen. When you re-entered the living area, you saw Charles sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. You sat down next to him and held the orange out to him.
“Could you peel this for me?” you asked, a smile threatening to break out. He set his phone down and reached for the orange, a pleasant smile on his lips.
“Of course, cherie,” he said as he began to pull the peel back. You sat there, a little taken back, as he peeled away in silence. You had expected some playful bickering, maybe confusion, as you’d seen in so many other videos, but you got none of that. Instead, Charles happily peeled the orange for you, even taking the time to pull off the little white strings. After he was finished he handed the now peeled orange back to you, a triumphant look on his face.
“Thanks,” you said, squinting your eyes skeptically. “Have you seen the trend?” you asked as you popped one of the slices in your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he shook his head. You then proceeded to explain the trend to him, showing him a few videos of your shared friends doing the trend as well.
“So did I pass?” he asked after a moment, to which you laughed at.
“Yes, you passed.”
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isack hadjar
The orange peel theory had been going viral on social media, and the VCARB marketing team wanted to hop on the trend. So, while at preseason testing, they sent you and an orange Isacks way, filming the interaction from a distance. 
Isack was sat outside the teams hospitality with a few of his engineers, going over data from his morning session. You felt a little bad interrupting them, but at least you could blame the marketing team. Isack offered you a sweet smile once he saw you approaching, pulling the chair out next to him, for you to take a seat. 
Before you could ask, or even try to hand him the small orange, he had plucked it from your hands and began to peel it. You sat there, stunned, as he continued talking with his engineers, mindlessly peeling away. A few of his engineers gave him confused looks, looking between the two of you, but Isack paid them no mind.
He had the orange peeled in no time, then turned back to you with the sweetest look on his face as he handed it back. You chuckled as you took the orange, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 
Safe to say the clip went viral.
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kimi antonelli
Your boyfriend was known to be a bit oblivious at times, so when you found the orange peel trend, you thought it would be funny to try it on Kimi. You set your phone up, then grabbed an orange from your kitchen and called for him.
“Kimi,” you said with a smile as he rounded the corner, “can you peel this for me?” you asked, holding out the orange. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking from you to the orange, and then back.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused. “Why can’t you peel it?” he asked, making no attempt at grabbing the fruit from your hand.
You chuckled, still holding out the orange. “Kimi it’s just an orange, can you please peel it?” you continued, watching his face become even more confused. 
“Why? Have you done something to it?” He then asked, taking a step back as he inspected the orange. You began laughing much louder than before, watching as he began to look around your kitchen. He then spotted your phone set up against a vase. “Hey, why are you recording? What's wrong with the orange?”
At this point you were lost in a fit of laughter, Kimi laughing along with you nervously, still not fully convinced there wasn’t something wrong with the orange. You took a moment to compose yourself, explaining the trend to him, which he still didn’t fully understand, so you had to explain it yet again.
“Oh,” he said after you ahd finished explaining it for the second time. He paused, looking at you in silence, before his face suddenly light up in understanding. “Oh,” he said again, now seemingly understanding the trend.
“Wait, so can I still peel it?”
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liam lawson
Redbull was known for their interesting social media videos, and you asking Liam to peel you an orange was just another idea put forth by the media team. You made your way to Liam, orange in hand, with the social media manager following behind you, recording. 
“Hey babe,” you said as you approached him, handing him the orange, “can you peel this for me?” 
He looked between you, the orange, and the camera off to the side. “You want me to peel this for you?” he asked to clarify. You nodded your head, trying to keep a straight face as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” he asked with a confused laugh.
“Because I asked you to?” you retorted, catching the disapproving look he gave you. 
“It’s just an orange, you can peel an orange,” Liam said, trying to hand the orange back, but you simply pushed his hand back.
“Exactly, it’s just an orange,” you said with a smile, “so peel it.” He gave you a suspicious look, but began to peel the orange with an exaggerated sigh. Every few seconds he would give both you and the media manager a side eye, waiting for either of you to tell him they got the video and that was enough. But neither of you ever did, you just waited for an entire minute as he struggled to peel the orange.
He finally got the last bit of peel off, and began pulling the slices apart. He looked up to you, a triumphant smile on his lips, before popping a slice of the orange in his mouth, and then another.
Your jaw dropped, a laugh of disbelief leaving your throat. “Liam Lawson, that orange was for me,” you scolded, but the smile on your face gave away any real anger. Liam smirked, shaking his head as he put another slice in his mouth.
“Then you should have peeled it.”
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oliver bearman
You finished setting up your phone in the kitchen, hiding it behind a small vase of flowers Ollie had gotten you the other day. You then grabbed an orange from the bowl on the counter, and called Ollie into the room.
“Hey Ollie, can you peel this for me?” you asked, handing him the orange. 
“Yeah,” Ollie respondded, taking the orange from your hand to begin peeling it. At first you thought it was going to be a cute video of Ollie peeling the orange for you, no questions asked, but you were wrong. You watched as he struggled for about thirty seconds to even start the peel, and then every time he went to pull back the peel it just broke off. 
He pulled the orange closer to his face, trying to work out how to efficiently peel it. You thought for sure by the huffs of frustration he would have given up, but you guys were nearly three minutes into what should have been a minute long video at most, and the orange was still only half peeled.
“Your adorable, but let me do it,” you said after a moment, grabbing the fruit from his hands and effortlessly peeling the rest of it. 
“Hey, I almost had it,” he said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, causing you to laugh as well.
“Yeah, I should have been able to eat it by tomorrow.”
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oscar piastri
It was the second day of testing, and Lando had sent you a tiktok of someone asking their partner to peel an orange for them, begging you to ask Oscar and let him record it. So, as the lunch break came around, you located an orange and made your way to the McLaren hospitality. 
Lando caught your eyes before Oscar had, and you held up the orange slightly to show him. An excited smile spread across his face as he whipped out his phone, trying to record his teammate sat across from him without being too obvious.
“Mind if I join you?” You asked as you approached, placing a hand on Oscars shoulder as you moved behind him to take a seat besides him. 
“Never,” Oscar said with a small smile, watching as you sat down. You sat there for a moment, fidgeting with the orange before turning to Oscar again.
“Could you peel this for me?” You asked, and not a second later Oscar had taken the orange from your hands and began to silently peeled. You and Lando looked between eachother, sharing a confused look. You were both positive Oscar would have said no, not wanting to get his hands sticky with orange juice before having to get in the car.
“I’ve seen the trend,” Oscar said after a moment, taking his time to peel the skin back, then also pull off all the little strings. “But I would peel an orange for you even if I hadn’t,” he added, pausing a moment to meet your eyes.
“Oh, and you’re not as discrete as you think you are Lando,” he added, shaking his head at his teammate who was rather obviously filming the interaction. “I know you’re recording.”
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yuki tsunoda
A trend circling tiktok had been popping up on your page for the past few days, and you decided it would be a funny video to try with your boyfriend, Yuki. So, you grabbed an orange and set up your phone in the living area, waiting for him to come and join you.
Shortly he made his way into the room, sitting down next to you. You didn’t give him a chance to even say hello before you were shoving the orange in his hands, a playful smile on your face.
“Peel this for me?” You asked, watching as he took the orange, but gave you a skeptical look. 
“What? You can’t peel it yourself?” He asked, but began peeling the orange anyways. “Are you that incapable? It’s just an orange,” he continued, an amused smile on his face as he peeled away.
You lightly shoved his shoulder, jaw dropped in mock disbelief at the insults. “Yuki, I just asked you to peel an orange,” you said with a playful laugh.
“I mean, I knew you were dependant on me,” he continued on, a smirk plastered across his lips, “but this is a whole new level.” He finished peeling the orange, stealing a slice for himself, before handing it back to you.
“I’m never asking you to do something for me again,” you said with a laugh.
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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‘cause you’re all i need | ollie bearman 
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replay song : chemicals - matt hansen 
summary : a knock on your door leads to a night of shared feelings
disclaimers : second pov (you/your), fluff
word count : 1k
a/n : for 🐈‍⬛ annon! kinda surprised this song is as low as it is bc I love matt hansen. even got to see him live twice this year!
yes, this is reposted, I’m switching my accts around
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Your apartment was quiet, only the sounds of the wind blowing in warm summer air through your open window echoed through the walls. It was late, the shining of the moon and stars in the sky above representing it, and the last thing you had expected was a knock on your door. It was soft, but still jolted you awake from where you had fallen asleep on the sofa. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, turning your head towards the door, positive you had just imagined it, but then, there it was again. Three soft knocks echoing through the halls. 
Hesitantly, you got up from your spot, pulling a blanket across your shoulders as you softly made your way to the door. You leaned up, glancing through the peephole before opening the door, still confused as to who was knocking at your door at one in the morning. You were pleasantly shocked to see a familiar pair of brown eyes on the other side, and you quickly pulled the door open. 
“Ollie,” you said with a tired smile, stepping aside to let him in. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t flying in until Tuesday.” You shut the door behind him, turning the lock in the process, before turning your full attention to him. He looked tired, his hair disheveled and bags under his eyes. He was in casual clothing, and had his travel bag slung across one shoulder. 
“I know, but I had to tell you in person,” he said, setting his bag down as he took a step closer to you. “It’s going to be announced this weekend, but I wanted to tell you,” he added, a large smile on his face.
“Well tell me then,” you said with a small laugh, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “You’ve come all the way here at one in the morning, so it must be exciting.”
“I made it,” he said quietly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. His hands found your upper arms, grabbing onto you gently as if to ground himself. “To Formula One, I made it,” he clarified, excitement evident in his voice. 
Your eyes widened, mouth slightly parting. You knew he was in talks about a seat for next year, and while you hoped, for him, that he would sign, it was still surprising to hear that he did. 
“Oh, Ollie, that’s great,” you said, matching his excited smile as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms loosely wrapped around his torso, as he found their way around your shoulders. “Who did you sign with?” You asked after a moment, pulling back just enough to look up at him.
“Haas,” he answered, “they’re going to announce it this weekend, with it being my home race and all,” he explained, falling silent. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself wrapped in the quiet of your apartment. Your chest began to swirl, nerves seemingly appearing out of nowhere. 
“Ollie,” you said after a moment, your voice almost a whisper, “I’m so happy for you, but that can’t be the only reason you flew in two days early, and came knocking at my door at one in the morning,” you kept a soft smile, watching as Ollie’s eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, before finding yours again.
“No, it’s not,” he admitted, and in that moment you felt the air between the two of you shift, a sudden tension falling between the two of you. His demeanor changed, and he seemed nervous. His arms around your shoulders loosened, and his eyes kept darting from you to anywhere else in the room. 
“Ollie,” you began softly, pulling out of his arms. You were worried that you were causing him to feel uncomfortable, but almost immediately after Ollie’s hands found yours, gently holding both of them. “What’s up?” You asked, now feeling a bit nervous yourself. 
“I realized something, after signing with Haas,” he began, his tone filled with a sincerity you’d never heard from him before. “I never would have got here without the support from everyone around me, including you,” he gave your hands a gentle squeeze, pausing for a moment to choose his next words carefully. 
Under the soft glow from the lamp on the side table, you could see his cheeks flush a light pink. You smiled, returning the gentle squeeze, feeling heat rise to your own cheeks. You had a small inkling you knew where this conversation was headed, which caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. Nothing prepared you for what he said next, though.
“I love you.”
For the second time that night you felt shock wash over you. You were stunned, not quite expecting to hear that. Your cheeks were burning, and you felt like your chest was about to burst. You couldn’t help the smile spread across your lips, an overwhelming feeling of warmth beginning to settle over you. 
With a sudden burst of confidence, you leaned up and gently placed your lips on his. It was soft, almost tentative, but soon enough his arms wrapped around your waist, while yours found his cheeks. Years of pent up emotions and unsaid words all poured out in one kiss. 
You pulled away first, resting your head on his chest and simply enjoying the moment. Wrapped in the quiet of the night, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was clicking into place. 
After a moment, you began to quietly chuckle, the realization of the situation finally settling in. 
“What?” Ollie asked, gently running one of his hands through your hair. 
“I can’t believe you flew all the way here and came knocking on my door at one in the morning just to profess your love for me,” you said, looking up to meet his eyes. 
Ollie quietly laughed, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Well, it was worth it,” he said, “you are worth it.”
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the way you felt in my arms | kimi antonelli
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requested? : yes! ‘hey there! could you pls write one where reader is ollie’s sister and kimi and her have been sneaking around dating for like 6 months or so. and then ollie catches them.’
summary : an accidental sleepover exposes your secret relationship with kimi to your brother
disclaimers : second pov (you/your), bearman!reader, rather fluffy in the beginning, not proofread 
word count : 2k
a/n : thank you for the request! I love writing for kimi atm, so if anyone has any kimi (or ollie) requests send them in bc they are likely to get done fast lol
yes, this is reposted, I’m switching my accts around
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MEXICO GP WEEKEND
When Ollie had first introduced the two of you, his little sister and his best friend, he made it pretty clear that he didn’t want anything to happen between you two. You and Kimi had clicked instantly, finding you had a lot in common, and it didn’t take long for your friendship to grow into something more. You were hesitant to get into a relationship with Kimi though, knowing how upset Ollie would be, but that didn’t last for long. Some flowers and a promise to keep it secret was all the convincing you needed.
That's how you found yourself in Mexico, standing outside of Kimi’s hotel room at 10:30pm on a Thursday, blanket and snacks in hand. You quietly, and quickly, knocked on the door, adrenaline high as you glanced at the door to the right, which was where your brothers room was. You had gotten pretty good at sneaking around in the past six months, but you were still nervous of your brother finding out every time you did.
You worries quickly melted away as the door opened and you were met with a large smile. You matched his smile, quickly making your way into his hotel room. You set your blanket and the snacks you had grabbed from the corner store on his bed, then turned towards Kimi. His hair was damp, a few curls splayed across his forehead, and he was dressed comfortably. 
“Hi,” Kimi said as he made his way to you, arms wrapping around your waist. Your arms instinctively reached up to wrap around his shoulders, and you could feel him relax under your embrace. He pulled back after a moment, and it was then you could see how tired he was. Your eyes softened as you reach a hand up to run through the back of his damp curls. 
“You look tired, do you want to reschedule?” you asked, to which Kimi quickly shook his head to. You gave him a small smile, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty because you knew he had had a busy day with media duties and team meetings, and he had to be at the paddock early tomorrow. “Are you sure? It's okay,” you added.
“No, no,” He said, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, before stepping around you to the bed, though his hand found yours and he pulled you with him. “And, I have your favorite movie,” he added, turning to you with a wide smile as he turned his laptop towards you to show it already loaded up on the screen.
Your heart swelled at the small action, seeing your favorite movie, which you knew Kimi was not a fan of. “You hate that movie,” you said with a laugh, following him around the side of the bed, grabbing your blanket in the process. 
He flashed you a sheepish smile, pulling you onto the bed with him. “Yeah, but you love it,” he said, his tired eyes finding yours. You both cuddled up under your fluffy blanket, his arm wrapping underneath your waist and your head leaning on his chest. He grabbed his laptop, placing it where you could both see the screen, then played the movie.
It was quiet nights like these that you cherished, nights that were becoming too far between for both of your liking. It was rare either of you went on public dates, trying to hide your still new relationship from both the media and your brother. You hadn’t originally set out to hide it from Ollie for as long as you had been, but the more Ollie noticed how close you two had gotten, the more he doubled down on not wanting you two to be anything more than friends. You did plan on telling him soon, but for the time being both you and Kimi loved that your relationship was just yours. The sneaking around, only seeing each other after dark, stealing glances from afar, kisses behind closed doors; it was exhilarating.
Not even ten minutes into the movie, you had looked up to comment on something, but saw Kimi was asleep. His features were calm and he looked so relaxed, you couldn’t help the small smile that made its way across your lips. You stayed like that, just admiring your sleeping boyfriend, for a few more minutes, before reaching down and closing the laptop, moving it to the other side of you guys. As comfortable as you were and as much as you wanted to stay, you knew you couldn’t. All your stuff was back in your room, and Ollie would be looking for you in the morning. 
As carefully as you could, you tried to slide out of Kimi’s arms without waking him. You had nearly managed to when you felt his once loose grip on your waist tighten before pulling you back to your previous spot. You chuckled as you looked up, meeting his tired, still half-asleep, eyes. 
“Stay?” he asked quietly, his voice only a whisper. You smiled, but shook your head, knowing that you couldn’t. Kimi sighed, but didn’t move.
“Love, I can’t,” you said, chuckling as he huffed. “I don’t have any clothes,” you added.
“Wear mine,” Kimi said back, eyes now closed as his hand gently ran up and down your side.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure Ollie would love to see me rep Mercedes,” you retorted, earning a small chuckle from Kimi. 
“He wouldn’t suspect a thing,” he joked, earning a quiet laugh from you. A short silence fell between the two of you, and for a moment you had thought Kimi had fallen back asleep. After a moment, he spoke up again. “You’re so relaxed, I can feel it. You don’t want to leave,” He said, still trying to convince you to stay.
You looked up again, seeing a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and couldn’t help the smile that then tugged at yours. You laid your head back on his chest, pulling the fluffy blanket back around your body.
“No, I don’t,” you admitted. You didn’t plan on staying the whole night, just until Kimi fell back asleep, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen unless he thought you were staying. 
Or at least, that was the plan. 
But the longer you waited in the dark and quiet room, cuddled up to Kimi, the more your eyelids began to droop. Every time you were sure Kimi had fallen back asleep, he’d mumble something to you or move his hand up and down your side again for a short time, letting you know he was still awake. Eventually, you just couldn’t keep you eyes open any longer, and you eventually drifted off to sleep. 
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You were startled awake by a loud banging at the door, followed by a shouting voice. You picked your head up, tired eyes meeting a confused Kimi, who was patting around the bed for his phone. You looked around the still dark room, but paused when your eyes landed on the window, seeing the sky painted with shades of pink and orange. It was morning and you were still in Kimi’s hotel room.
“Kimi, we need to go!” a familiar voice shouted through his hotel door, followed by a series of loud knocks. It took you a minute before you realized the voice was your brothers.
“Shit,” you cursed, eyes wide as you turned to Kimi, who was mirroring your expression. You shoved his shoulder, trying to tell him to get up, while you gathered your blanket and jumped up from the bed. 
“What do you want me to do?” Kimi asked in a not-so-quiet whisper, texting Ollie from his phone to say he’d be out in a minute. You folded your blanket in your arms, setting it in the corner of the room, before turning back to him, shrugging your shoulders. 
“I don’t know,” you sighed, grabbing your phone to see a few texts and missed calls from Ollie. “Oh, he knows,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself but Kimi had overheard you as he was trying to quickly get ready. 
“What?” Kimi asked, appearing at your side as you showed him the texts, which were a mix of ‘did you oversleep?’ and ‘where are you?’. His hand found your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe he doesn’t, you could just wait here until we leave,” he suggested.
“Maybe,” you said with a nod, although you had a feeling that your brother did know. You and Kimi had both been m.i.a all morning, it wasn’t that hard to put two and two together. “But you have to get going,” you said, helping Kimi gather his things. You leaned up, placing a quick kiss to his lips, before shoving him towards the door. You then quickly ducked behind the wall, sitting back down on the bed out of sight. 
Kimi cracked the door open just far enough for him to be able to slide out, but was stopped by Ollie before he could. Ollie had his arms crossed, eyes moving from Kimi to try and peer into the room.
“Who were you talking to?” he asked, looking back down at Kimi, who was shaking his head.
“Uh- myself?” he said as more of a question, trying again to step out of the room, but the taller brunette across from him didn’t budge. 
“Mate,” Ollie began, an unamused look on his face, “is my sister in there?”
Kimi was silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be one of the first questions Ollie asked, but that was all the answer he needed.
You buried you head in your hands, sighing. This was not the way you wanted your brother to find out about your relationship. You stood up, figuring that the cat was already out of the bag, and  made your way over to the door, pulling it fully open. Your eyes met Kimi’s momentarily, and your hand found his.
“Look, I can explain,” you started, looking up at Ollie, trying to read his body language, which was seemed to be displeased. He simply shook his head, his eyes darting between the two of you. 
“How long?” he asked, eyes now locked on yours.
“Um- about six months,” you mumbled after a moment, your eyes darting to the floor. You felt Kimi gently squeeze your hand, catching your attention. “I’m sorry Ollie, we were going to tell you eventually.”
“Eventually? In another six months?” Ollie asked with a slight scoff, and for a moment it seemed like he was actually upset. He paused, a sigh leaving his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, I don’t care, it’s just weird,” he said, and almost instantly a tiny weight felt like it was lifted off of your chest.
“Actually?” Kimi asked, having expected a completely different reaction to his best friend finding his little sister in his hotel room. 
“Yeah, I guess,” Ollie said, crossing his arms again. “We’ve got to get going,” he added, looking at Kimi, who quickly nodded his head.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kimi said, turning to you. “I’ll see you at the track?” He asked, seeing as you still had to stop back at your room to get dressed and ready for the day.
You nodded your head, turning to Ollie. “Be nice,” you said, giving him a small glare, as you knew Kimi was about to get a lecture from him on their way to the track. 
Kimi gently tugged on your hand, catching your attention, and placed a quick but sweet kiss to your lips. 
“Woah- I do not want to see that!” Your brother exclaimed, bringing a hand up to cover his eyes as he turned around, causing both you and Kimi to chuckle.
Ollie wasn’t entirely happy about the idea of his little sister dating his best friend, but as long as you were happy, and he didn’t have to see any pda, so was he.
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masterlist | requests are open
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
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RULES
I will not write full on smut. It’s not something I’m able to write. I will, however, write build up/spicy scenes. just not full on smut.
I will write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and just about any other genre/trope.
I write blurbs, one-off and multi-series fics, smaus, and possibly text fics.
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REQUESTS
requests are currently open
to submit a request, head to my ask box and include the driver, scenario/plot/trope, and the type of fic. you include anything else you’d like in the request, and feel free to make the request as detailed as you’d like!
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THE GRID
I will write for the following :
alex albon, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman, dino beganovic, gabriel bortoleto, franco colapinto, isack hadjar, liam lawson, charles leclerc, arvid lindblad, oscar piastri, yuki tsunoda, max verstappen
I may write for the following upon request :
lewis hamilton, lando norris, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, logan sargent, lance stroll
indycar drivers I will write for :
david malukas, pato o’ward, nolan siegel
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FULL FICS
the way you felt in my arms | kimi antonelli
‘cause your all i need | ollie bearman
i sleep so i can see you | isack hadjar
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BLURBS
there’s orange juice in the kitchen | f1 grid
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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hey guys! just a quick heads up, I’m in the process of switching this account around with my fic account.
if you still want to listen to me yap head over to @lildavewrites !
also, acct names will be changing I just don’t know to what yet lol
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jennwritesf1 · 3 months ago
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hey. so after careful consideration I’ve actually decided that I don’t want yuki in the second redbull seat. or isack. or arvid.
please let’s not ruin another young drivers career before it’s even begun.
that second redbull seat is fucked
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