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2024 f2 boys when you’re on your period | f2 grid picks! x afab!reader

i tried to keep is as gender neutral as possible, i hope you enjoy! i’m still not over this season tbh, so this is me celebrating all the wonderful we made watching f2 this year! most iconic podiums, best battles and the most amazing lineup. it was a pleasure to enjoy this ride with all of you

pairing(s): ollie bearman x afab!reader, kimi antonelli x afab!reader, zane maloney x afab!reader, paul aron x afab!reader, pepe marti x afab!reader, luke browning x afab!reader;

warning(s): mentions of blood?, periods in general, maybe innuendo?

ollie bearman | prema—> haas f1

surprisingly shy about it!

doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, since you’re so sensitive and sore all over

figures its better to not say anything when you’re having an outburst

just watches you with puppy dog eyes and whisperes “can i do anything for you?”

you either burst into tears or scream at him for being so clueless and then also cry into his chest

so he just makes tea

he doesn't really know how to cook, but the british upbringing made him an excellent tea brewer

or so he tells you, knowing it makes you roll your eyes and chuckle

kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg petronas

so so eager to do anything for you!

but kimi might be quite confused about things, especially if you have some weird cravings lol

he’s going to joke about those brownies or steaks, even if you get mad with him, he doesn’t understand he overstepped until you’re really upset with him

so desperate to get you to forgive him

my boy is panicking

turns into a real-life teddy bear

too scared to say anything and trusts that physical contact with do the talking for him

would put on your favourite movie and press kisses all over your cute face until you pout

"please don't pout, tesoro. can i do anything to make you smile again?"

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

takes this time as an opportunity to get to know you even better

long talks when you can’t sleep bc of cramps and soreness

makes it a point to ask about everything and anything you might need during this time

absolutely ridiculously in love with you, this guy, i swear

has a list of things to do before you get your period

"why would you have a period tracker on your phone?"

he's totally unfazed if you scream at him, which angers you even more and then burst into tears, because why is he so??

he would kiss belly, especially if you're ticklish, just to make you smile a little

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

actually enjoys this immensely

he feels useful and that makes him feel good about himself and your relationship

snack run? watch him storm out of the apartment in seconds

blood stain? more than glad to wash your covers

takes this opportunity to bring more blankets and tuck you in

would go absolutely feral if you're particularly sensitive during this time

has to touch you all the time, just to make sure nothing bad happens to you

right? hm, sure. totally not bc he wants to see you squirm a little, nope

pepe marti | campos, redbull academy

resident boyfriend material

but so so smug about it!!!

would be disgustingly overprepared and proud of himself, bragging about what a great partner he is

especially if you get emotional about it (hormones can be rough ugh)

stops yapping once he realises you’re serious and in need some comfort

you’re in his lap in seconds, his warm arms hugging your frame

i would picture him shirtless, trying to give you as much warmth as he can as you cuddle into the late hours of the night

luke browning | hitech —> f2

that’s, my friends, a classic gentleman

he’s quite known for being close with his family, very down to earth, and mature

so i think that attitude would extend to taking care of you during those few difficult days

i picture him calling his mum to ask how to be there for you

he's very perceptive, any gaps in his knowledge are quickly filled by his keen observations and eagerness to learn

would search the internet for cramp remedies and end up with some oddly specific ridiculous one

it's either a miracle or a total disaster, but he manages to bring a smile to your face every time, so he's satisfied

let me know if you'd like more content like that or any drivers you'd like me to write for

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Painfully Oblivious || F2/F3

type :: crack/angst tw/cw :: none contains :: ollie, kimi, paul, dino summary :: reader is completely oblivious to the guys' crush on them, no matter how hard they flirt - made as driver!reader in mind but can be ignored - inspo: glue song by beabadoobee f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || more here!

Ollie Bearman | 03

Flirting is already hard enough for Ollie, but you make it 100x times harder

He literally has no clue on how to get you to understand that HE LIKES YOU

Ollie usually flirts in subtle ways, like slightly lingering touches, complimenting your outfit, doing small acts of service, etc

Only problem is, you don't notice them at all

And when you do notice them, you just assume he's a super nice and friendly dude! :D

One time you were complaining about how cold it was, especially since you forgot your jacket

Ollie instantly took off his jacket and gave it to you, not saying another word out of shyness

But your dumbass thought he just wanted him to hold his jacket...

So you and him were walking side by side, with you carrying his jacket in your arms whilst still complaining about how cold you are

Ollie looked at you, dumbfounded, how could you not piece together to wear his jacket???

So he had to explain to you to wear his jacket,,, and that he was giving it to you on purpose,,, not for you to carry around,,,

You literally went:☝️😲💡 OHHH!!!!

He laughs it off, helping you put on his jacket (which was extremely oversized on you)

Yet still, you have the audacity to jokily say: "Haha this is so rom-com! It's just like those movie scenes when the guy likes her and then gives her his jacket hahaha"

Ollie looks at you deadpan,,, he regrets liking someone who oblivious...

But he's fallen too deeply to back out, so he's stuck pining after someone who's dumb as shit

Maybe one day he'll confess, but not yet, not for a very long time

Kimi Antonelli | 04

Getting a crush on someone is kind of new territory for Kimi

He's extremely realistic, and he knows that relationships most likely won't work when being so busy with racing

But for some reason, his brain completely malfunctions every time he sees you, it's as if you rewired his entire mind

He hates it, but he can't help but smile every time he's around you

Following old traditions and media is basically what he tries to do to get you to understand his feelings

But you're so blinded and naive that you can't piece it together

One time he got pole position after a super exhausting race, giving him such an adrenaline boost that he got the balls to ask you out

He asked you out to dinner, which you said yes to eagerly

And he was on top of the world, he’s never felt luckier: to not only win a race but to win over his crush???

He gets dressed super nice, does his hair, and even gives himself a pep talk

The dinner between you both goes amazingly, and he’s over the moon

That is, until you say: “Where’s everyone else? No one else came to your Winner Dinner? :(“

And he literally wants to strangle you…

A great dinner that lasted almost two hours of chatting and eating great foods

Connecting on so many different topics, relating to each other

So he face palms, making you confused as hell? Cause what you asked wasn’t odd in your eyes???

But he gets so frustrated that he just says, “No one else came because this is a DATE!!!”

And instantly you’re like 😧, blushing even. You had zero clue and were too dumb to piece together that all of this was a date

He can’t even be mad at you because he finds your obliviousness kinda cute - but he does hope you get the hint that he likes you from then on

Paul Aron | 17

Everyone knows Paul is a bit of a player, but contrary to popular belief: it’s not on purpose

Ladies just throw themselves to Paul, which is super understandable

But Paul literally has no clue how he has so much rizz despite him doing literally NOTHING to earn their affection

(It’s because he’s gorgeous and flirty on accident)

Despite how many girls like him, for some reason he can never get you to like him,,, or at least acknowledge he likes you

He’s been pretty forward with his crush on, the most forward out of all of the guys by far

Giving you flirty compliments, always searching you out in crowds to talk with you, being possessive over you when anyone else tries to get your attention, even remembering what you said you liked so he can buy it for you

He’s basically already your boyfriend, just without the title and without you knowing

And he kinda likes it? But also hates it?

He loves not having the complete title of a relationship so he’s not fully committing

But he also hates it since he can’t stop feeling jealous when others hit on you or when others crush on you

So he decides to just blatantly ask you out, hoping you’d finally understand that all this times he’s been trying to pin after you

He sets an entire day dedicated to you. Giving you a beautiful flower bouquet, taking you to your favorite restaurant, and even taking you on a night walk on the beach

It’s extremely cheesy, but he doesn’t even care

So at the end of the day, when he’s dropping you off - he goes for it

He kisses you in his car, right in-front of your house, exactly like every rom-com movie to ever exist

He does it because he knows there’s no way words will get through you dumb pea brain that he actually likes you

So when he gently removes his lips off yours and looks at your shocked face, he’s hoping you say you like him back

Or even better, he hopes you kiss him again

Dino Beganovis | 01

You two are kinda in the same both, you’re both insanely oblivious to your feelings to each other

Dino only realizes he likes you after Ollie and Kimi point out how much happier he is with you: as if he’s on cloud 9 the second you’re in his vicinity

He’s in denial at first, he asks Paul and Paul straight up says: “I thought you two were dating already???”

And now Dino is having a crisis because OH MY FUCKING GOD HE LIKES HIS BEST FRIEND??? THIS WHOLE TIME??????

So now he’s super nervous around you, he can’t even mutter a word to you without looking away

Your eyes have suddenly gotten 10x times prettier, as if they were a black hole sucking his soul in

Your hair is suddenly so much shiny and soft, making everything else in the world seem rough and coarse in comparison

Everything about you is stunning, and he can’t get you out of his head

He wants this crush phase to be over, but you won’t allow that since you’re too blinded to see that he likes you

It makes him go crazy because he’s so anxious of you not liking him back and possibly ruining your whole friendship

But every driver encourages him to make a move and test the waters - which takes him weeks of planning of how he’s gonna do it

So, while you two were having your usual movie night: he made his first move

He stretches his arm and rests it on your shoulders, basically side hugging you

But you confuse his action as wanting popcorn, you shove a handful of popcorn into his hand and smile at him

He smiles back, kinda disappointed his flirting didn’t work but he tries again

Being super risky, he decides to put his hand on your thigh

And you look at him like: 🤨 what? meh,

And go back to watching the movie without caring at all

All he does is just sigh and take his hand back, he decides he'll just try again a different day

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ollie bearman x reader, tripping over thin air

~ from hand scribbles series (tell me an oddly specific situation/state of mind and I'll rec/write a fic about it)

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!"

situation : "trying to be nonchalant and mysterious in front of ur crush and tripping on air and falling face down"

Her.

Three letters—the signature of both a blessing and a curse for Ollie Bearman.

Maybe it wasn’t that dramatic from his point of view. After all, the Brit was one of the sweetest and most easygoing guys on the grid, and his relationship with that girl felt like the most natural thing in the world. But without even realizing it, when a distant switch flicked in his head—one he never even thought existed—she became his biggest problem.

They had been through everything together. Ever since they met, it was clear they completed each other perfectly, in their shared similarities and their many differences, bringing a lighthearted atmosphere wherever they went. Whether it was grabbing a questionable kebab from the little spot near the school where he had studied after training with Thomas, or heading off for a weekend getaway together—sometimes with Kimi, or the friends they had in common.

And the best part? There was never any need to impress each other. No last-minute outfit upgrades, no spraying on the most expensive cologne, no planning vacations in luxury resorts or dining in Michelin-starred restaurants. Because all they needed was their bond—that invisible thread that tied them together, woven through sweet smiles and effortless laughter.

But that switch had flipped in Ollie’s head, and from the moment it did, he couldn’t ignore the voice reminding him that he had fallen for her. That he wanted only her by his side.

And that was a massive problem.

Because when you’ve known the simplicity of friendship—the unspoken words, the inside jokes that make you laugh in a crowd of a million—you also know that most people who fall for their best friend, especially one they spend so much time with, feel like it’s the end of the world.

In a way, it was the end of the world for the Brit. He stopped texting her as freely as before, second-guessing every word at least a thousand times. His laughter turned nervous when she was around. He found himself trying to impress her at every chance—only to earn the sharp, teasing remarks that were so characteristic of her.

He felt the pressure.

Whether it was about friendship, life goals, or simply the championship he was competing in.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he needed to prove himself—not just to the world, but to her. And if that meant playing it extra cool, then so be it.

"You’ve been awfully quiet," she said, hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, a scarf wrapped around her neck, and a small bag of M&Ms tucked in one of them as they walked along the row of team tents.

"Me?" Ollie furrowed his brows, rolling the family pass Hitech GP had given him between his long fingers as they waited for his little brother’s British F4 race at Brands Hatch.

"You have. Which is weird, because you never shut up," she teased.

"Maybe I’m just focused."

She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his deep brown eyes. He was much taller than her.

The wind had tousled her hair, which still looked impossibly soft despite being tied back in a small bun. She tucked her chin deeper into her scarf, shielding herself from the crisp autumn air that made spectators in England’s racing season prone to sore throats.

"Or maybe you’re just stressing."

"About what would I be?" he asked, wetting his lips, his thick accent making her nose scrunch up in that way she always did when he spoke.

"I don’t know, maybe the championship," she said with a shrug. "Hadjar, for example."

"Isack? What has he got to do with me?"

"I’m just assuming, it’s cool," she relented, shrugging again as the wind picked up. Mechanics rushed to secure the team tents as the cars rolled in from qualifying, and the first drivers jumped out for a quick debrief before the afternoon race.

"So what’s your pre-race ritual these days? Aside from stressing," she asked with a playful grin, her eyes flickering toward the rising stars of the sport—the same eyes that had led him straight into the most dangerous trap of all.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. A little stretching, mental prep… getting in the zone."

She frowned slightly.

Was he really just making small talk? Missing her playful cue entirely? And what was that tone?

"Mental prep." "Getting in the zone."

"Mmm. And the ‘zone’ is working for you?" she teased, confused by his behavior.

"Clearly," the driver answered with a fake, cocky grin just as, in the distance, Thomas and Leo Robinson approached, helmets in hand, coming to say hi.

And then it happened.

The great curse that bore the name of that girl—with her sweet smile, her youthful eyes, and the carefree spirit of someone who lived life as if nothing was too big to weigh her down.

Ollie’s foot caught on absolutely nothing.

No cracks. No cables. No loose pavement. Nothing. Just pure, unfiltered betrayal.

And so, his six-foot-something frame lurched forward, as if shoved by an invisible outfielder standing on the sidelines, watching his demise with a chest full of satisfaction.

Anyone else, sensing an imminent fall, would have thrown out their hands, relying on reflexes developed after too many childhood tumbles.

But not him.

He thought he had it.

He didn’t.

"Oh my…"

It was happening both too fast and unbearably slow, and she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into laughter. The thud of his body hitting the asphalt was so loud that a few mechanics turned around to check if whoever had fallen was still in one piece.

"…Is ‘tripping over air’ part of the ritual?" she asked as Thomas walked up, giving her a playful nudge on the shoulder.

"Yes. It’s for balance," the younger Bearman quipped, watching his brother—who had fully surrendered to fate—lie face-down on the ground, one cheek pressed against the cold pavement. A lifeless sprawl, as if he were the tragic victim of an unsolvable crime.

He knew.

He had just eaten pavement in front of the entire paddock. And, worst of all, in front of her.

"Mmm. Seems very effective," she grinned, offering him a hand.

Ollie refused.

As if the last shred of dignity he had left begged him to get up on his own, brushing the dust from his knees with great determination.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, a smug grin plastered on her young face, and he knew—he knew—that she would never let him live this down.

"Maybe that’s why you lost traction in the last race. Should’ve tripped in the garage before quali—" Thomas smirked, setting his helmet down on a cart in their team’s tent while Leo sipped from his water bottle.

"You are literally the worst person I know."

As the boys kept talking, she walked a few steps behind them, hiding her laughter in the warmth of her scarf while a painfully embarrassed Ollie scrambled to come up with an excuse for what had just happened.

As if she didn’t already know.

As if she couldn’t see that it was just a dumb, desperate attempt to prove he was on the level of those fighting for a championship, the ones who passed their driving tests on the first try, the ones who could always be there for the people they loved.

He had nothing less than them.

And she knew it.

Just like he did.

Just like they both knew that, sooner or later, for one reason or another, that switch would become something more than a curse.

And it would finally become what they both truly wanted—something that didn’t need to impress or prove itself.

"Fuck."

Thomas and Ollie turned, just in time to see her stumble, struggling to keep her balance with wide eyes—realizing, too late, that the invisible outfielder wasn’t done messing with them.

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!" Ollie taunted.

She flipped him off in response.

this is such a me thing... (requested!)

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hi!! can i request a clingy paul aron x reader? kinda similar to what you wrote for kimi antonelli. maybe him being extra clingy when he finally gets home after a long day or early mornings? tysm!! i love your works

Hold Me (Paul Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (Thank you love <3 it's kinda short but i didn't wanna make it too close to Kimi's)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 893

Summary: After a bad weekend, Paul wants to be held by you.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Paul never considered himself a clingy person, but even he could admit that his thoughts were borderlining it. He just could not focus all day, and all he wanted was to be as close to you as humanly possible. You had gone home for the weekend for your sibling’s graduation, and you had gotten back to your shared apartment right after he left for the race weekend.

He would say that he just missed you. Not seeing your significant other for just over a week when you’re used to walking up with them every day will make you yearn for them.

He had a long day on the track, and he just wanted to be held by you. With staring on the front row, having to retire from the sprint the day before due to a technical problem, and getting caught up in a midfield drash during the feature race, he was just done. Thankfully, he had booked his flight home for only a few hours after the race. This would give him time to attend the debrief, do some media, and dip out of there. Granted, the debrief was quick because his races were short, and the media was not nearly as extensive as it would have been if he’d finished either race. 

Paul was silent as he left the track. He was silent the entire way back to the hotel, silent as he packed his bags, silent as he rode to the airport, and silent almost the entire flight home. He did not feel like engaging in small talk with people, so he did not speak until spoken to. Plus, he knew that when he landed, he would be one step closer to you. He just had to get through the painstakingly long time it took to get to you. 

Your apartment was not too far from the airport, but he never wanted you to pick him up when he landed at such a late hour. He had worked it out that Ralf would pick him up, but you messaged Ralf separately because you also could not wait for Paul to get in. 

You thought it would be funny to make him a “welcome home” sign to hold up in the airport, so you had been working on it during the day. It had all of his favorite colors and streamers on the bottom. You were sure it would catch his attention.

So there you were, standing in arrivals. You could have looked better, but it was nearly midnight. To be honest, you were planning on just going to sleep as soon as you both got home. You had on one of Paul’s hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, but it was comfortable. You checked the status of Paul’s plane and moved to get the sign ready when you saw that the plane landed a few minutes ago. You would be seeing him shortly. 

Paul was ready to hurt someone. He was tired from the race, his eyes burned, and his head hurt. All he wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed with you, and not do anything for the foreseeable future. He grabbed his bags and made his way off of the plane. He knew his home airport like the back of his hand, so he was able to walk to arrivals with his eyes almost entirely closed. When he finally made it to arrivals, he briefly scanned the small crowd, looking for his brother, but when his eyes landed on bright colors and streamers, he chuckled to himself.

“Awe, someone’s family must have really missed them,” He thought before looking at the person holding it. 

You saw his gaze on you as he closed his eyes, took a breath, and walked faster toward you. You put the sign on the ground as he set his bags down, and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, hiding his face between your neck and shoulder.

“Hi baby,” You whispered as you hugged him back and ran your fingers through his hair. “I missed you. Did you like the sign?”

“It’s cute,” He said curtly, holding you tighter against himself. You let the silence fall between you as other families reunited and left, but you two stayed still. It was clear to you that he needed this.

“Are you ready to head home?” You asked after everyone else had cleared out. You tried to pull away from Paul, even if you were still within arm's length, but as soon as you moved, he whined. “Baby, how am I supposed to get us home if you won't let me go?”

“Can you just hold me? We can call an Uber or something, but can you please just hold me?” He asked in a quiet, almost timid, tone. It was not one you were used to hearing from him, so you were immediately concerned.

“If this is about the race, don’t even worry about it,” You tried to comfort, “There will be more races. You are not defined by your race results.”

“No it’s not that,” Paul responded as he tried to bury his face as deep into your shoulder as possible. “I just really wanted to see you, and I couldn’t. The race result just made it all worse, but I have you now, and I don't plan on letting you go.”

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The Oliver Oakes 2025 HiTech Alpine drama - a time line

You may have been wondering what has been going on with Oliver Oakes, Alpine, Briatore and everyone else involved. Well, you're lucky, because I have collected and put together the currently most detailed time line that you can currently find below 👇

In green are all the parts that are most definitely correct and proven

In yellow are the parts that are likely and have been mentioned before, but aren't 100% proven

In red are those parts that are allegedly true or speculations but without much proof

Keep in mind though that I'm also only human so there could be mistakes or things missing but I do my best to be as close to the truth as possible.

Let's get into it;

19 November 2014 - Hitech Grand Prix Ltd is founded by David Hayle and Oliver Oaks

2016- 2017 + 2019 - 2020 - Nikita Mazepin drives for HiTech in multiple championships

2016 - 15 February 2022 - Dmitry Mazepin, a russian oligarch owns 75% of HiTech. His companies 'Uralkali' (a russian chemical company) and 'Bergton Management Ltd.' (a Cyprus-based investment company) sponsor the team and have shares in their name

24 February 2022 - Russia invades the Ukraine, Mazepin is one of the businessmen invited to the Kremlin to meet with Putin only hours after the invasion begins

8 March 2022 - Dmitry Mazepin and Nikita Mazepin are put under sanctions by the UK government and European union

11 March 2022 - Oliver Oakes formes a new company; 'HiTech Global Holdings Ltd.' and takes control of the whole of HiTech, without any payments being made to Mazepin for his 75%

8 November 2022 - british Labour MP Liam Byrne questions if Oliver Oakes is a proxy for the Russians to still do business in the UK (he does question, but if he's right? No clue so far)

February 2023 - HiTech registers interest to become am F1 team, is not under the FIA accepted submissions though

August 2024 - Oliver Oakes is announced as the Alpine team principal, replacing Bruno Famin, allegedly leading the way for a HiTech overtake of Alpine

April 2025 - allegedly, the F2 cars are seized before leaving Jeddah where F2 had driven the 19/20 April. There are only little clues for this though, especially as F1 academy had driven the same weekend and later 3/4 May

1 May - 3 May 2025 - William Oakes, the brother of Oliver Oakes, listed as director of HiTech Grand Prix on Companies House is taken into custody and charged for transfering criminal property and being in possession of large amounts of cash in the UK

4 May 2025 - allegedly Oliver Oakes flies to Dubai

6 May 2025 - Oliver Oakes resigns from his role as a team principal for Alpine. Allegedly because of disagreements with Flavio Briatore about the driver line up, but for this there is no proof.

Currently (9 May 2025) it seems as if the Oaks have been involved in being proxies for the sanctioned Russians. This will obviously have a big impact on the world of Motorsports and HiTechs current future is unclear

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What if I told you Alpine’s star drivers were never part of the real plan?

The full story behind the team’s secret takeover and recent collapse—our two best drivers are now in a very uncertain position.

Oliver Oakes, a former racing driver turned entrepreneur, had a dream: to bring his junior team, Hitech, into Formula 1.

But he didn’t have the money.

Enter the Mazepin family—Dmitry Mazepin and his son Nikita—who were already involved in Hitech and backed by major funding from Uralkali.

Oakes needed investors, and Dmitry Mazepin seemed like the ideal partner.

Nikita raced for Hitech in GP3 and F2, always supported by his father's financial power.

Together, Dmitry and Oliver had a bigger plan: take Hitech to F1. The pieces were falling into place—until things got complicated.

Fast forward to 2024.

Alpine was at its worst: a slow car, management in chaos, and financial instability.

Flavio Briatore was brought in. His mission? Save Alpine’s finances and, reportedly, prepare the team for a future sale, maximizing its value.

Briatore’s first move?

Cutting costs—laying off nearly 400 employees, closing Renault’s F1 engine factory, and switching to Mercedes engines by 2026.

He wasn’t just improving Alpine’s performance. More importantly, he was making the team look profitable.

Oakes was recruited to stabilize operations and ultimately fulfill his dream of becoming an F1 team principal.

The plan was clear: Alpine would be sold to Hitech, and Oakes would take the reins.

Phase 1: Briatore and Oakes prepare Alpine for sale.

Phase 2: Renault scales down its F1 presence; Hitech takes control.

Phase 3: Alpine rebrands as Hitech F1, with Oakes as team boss and his own driver (Aron) in the seat.

What would’ve happened to Pierre Gasly or Franco Colapinto? That was never made clear.

Oakes' dream collapsed when his brother was arrested just days before his unexpected resignation from Alpine.

His brother had been linked to a financial operation involving Dmitry Mazepin and was reportedly found in possession of criminal proceeds tied to the Mazepin family.

That arrest derailed the plan to buy Alpine.

The money to finance the deal had reportedly been routed through a shell company in Cyprus to bypass sanctions against Russia.

Now? The plan is dead.

Here’s the harsh truth:

Colapinto, Gasly, and even Doohan might not have been as important to the plan as fans thought.

Their role was likely limited to keeping Alpine looking competitive while Oakes and Briatore worked behind the scenes.

No driver is truly safe.

Not Gasly, not Colapinto.

To be clear—this isn’t about Jack Doohan.

Briatore is ruthless. In his world, financial results come first, sporting results second.

In Formula 1, it’s never just about racing—it’s about money and politics.

And sometimes, not even the best drivers can save themselves.

Source: Inside Alpine

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Won them over | LB7 x Reader

pairing . . . luke browning x gf!reader

summary . . . When you visit your family gathering with your secret boyfriend, you never expected him to get along so well

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . my school is starting tomorrow so update schedule might stop a bit </3 i'll still be uploading but less often so yeah! also ignore the shit colour coordination on the moodboard

. . . Luke showing up at your family’s party wasn’t exactly part of the plan. Scratch that, your family didn’t even know you had a boyfriend.

You’d been holding off on telling them, because, well, you’d seen how they interrogated every single person your cousins brought around. And Luke? He was perfect, but he was also a racing driver, which you knew was going to ensue about a million questions.

The party was in full swing when you walked in with Luke trailing behind you. Your mom’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw him.

"Who’s this?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron, even though she wasn’t cooking. It was her nervous habit.

"Mom, this is Luke," you said, bracing yourself. "My boyfriend."

As if there was a record scratch, everyone within earshot turned to stare. Your dad’s jaw tightened, and your grandma’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline.

Luke, ever the charmer, extended his hand to your mom. "Mrs. (L/n), it’s really nice to meet you. Thanks for having me."

Your mom blinked, clearly not expecting the manners. "Uh, of course. Nice to meet you too, Luke."

But the interrogating started almost immediately. Your uncle cornered Luke by the drinks table, holding a beer like it was some kind of truth serum.

"So, you’re a race car driver? That’s… interesting," he said, his tone dripping with skepticism. "How’s that work as a career? Seems risky."

Luke smiled, completely unfazed. "It’s definitely not the typical job, but I love it. There’s a lot of strategy involved, and the teamwork is amazing. Plus, it taught me how to improve my focus."

Your uncle nodded slowly, like he wasn’t totally convinced but also couldn’t find a reason to argue.

Meanwhile, your grandma had Luke in her sights. She’d sat herself on the couch like the queen of the castle, and when Luke came over to introduce himself, she gave him the once over.

"A race car driver, huh?" she said, squinting at him. "How fast do you go?"

"Over 200 miles an hour sometimes," Luke replied, and your grandma’s jaw dropped.

"Lord have mercy. Do you have life insurance?"

Luke laughed. "Yes, maam. It’s part of the job."

By the time dinner rolled around, Luke was doing surprisingly well. He’d helped your mom carry a stack of plates, made your younger cousins laugh with a story about his first time driving a go kart, and even managed to get your dad to crack a smile.

But the ultimate test came when your grandpa, a man of few words but strong opinions, called Luke over to sit next to him.

"So, young man," your grandpa began, his voice gruff. "What’s your deal?"

You almost choked on your drink, but Luke didn’t even blink.

"Well, sir, I’m here because I really care about your granddaughter. She’s smart, funny, and honestly the best part of my life. I just want to make her happy."

Your grandpa stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Good answer," he said gruffly, and that was that. Approval granted.

By the end of the night, your mom was packing up leftovers for Luke to take home, your cousins were begging him to come back for the next party, and your grandma was telling everyone he’d make a 'handsome groom someday'.

But of course, things couldn’t stay entirely smooth. After dinner, you and Luke snuck away to the back porch for a breather. The house was buzzing with your family’s chatter, and you needed a moment to yourselves.

"You’re handling this way better than I thought you would," you said, leaning against the railing.

Luke grinned, leaning in closer. "You doubted me?"

"Not exactly," you teased, "but they’re a lot to deal with."

"They’re great," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But I do kinda miss having you all to myself."

His voice dropped just enough to make your cheeks flush. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you; soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his hands found their way to your waist, holding you close. "I wasn’t kidding," he murmured. "Having you all to myself is the best part of any day."

You let out a soft laugh, your arms looping around his neck. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he replied, his grin widening. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world, made your heart skip a beat.

Before either of you could say more, he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one deeper and slower. The sounds of the party drifted into the background, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the way he made you feel like you were floating.

"You know they’re probably wondering where we are," you said, pulling back just enough to speak, though you didn’t make any effort to let go of him.

"Let them wonder," he said, his voice teasing but his eyes full of something softer. "I’m not done with you yet."

Luke leaned in, hand brushing your cheek, and before he could kiss you for the third time, you heard a voice interrupt you.

"Ewww!" the voice rang out, snapping you both back to reality. You turned to see your little cousins standing by the doorway, their faces a mix of shock and disgust.

"We’re telling!" one of them shouted, already turning to run back inside.

"Wait, wait!" Luke said, holding up his hands. "What if I make a deal with you?"

The kids paused, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What do you mean?”

"How about… another game of football after dinner?" Luke offered, and their eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really," he promised. "But only if you keep this little moment a secret between us."

The kids huddled together, whispering furiously, before turning back with matching grins. "Deal!"

As they ran off, you turned to Luke, half amused, half exasperated. "Bribing kids now?"

He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Whatever it takes to keep your family from eating me alive."

"You’re ridiculous," you said, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

When you both finally went back inside, it was like nothing had happened.

Your cousins were busy showing off their 'secret' knowledge to each other, your mom was arguing with your dad about which dessert to serve next, and your grandma was already asking Luke if he’d like to take home some leftovers.

"Well, that went better than expected," you said on the drive home, leaning your head on Luke’s shoulder.

He grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. "Told you I’d win them over."

And honestly? You weren’t even surprised. Luke could charm just about anyone, even your family.

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17/05/25 (Kym Illman)

[wangleline]

I'm working on a new turbo banger

[anniekin]

here’s the rundown, from my deep dive into whatever the fuck is going on with alpine:

disclaimer, not sure if which parts of this are entirely accurate so don’t just take my word on it.

Let’s take this back to 2022. Dmitry Mazepin (father of Nikita Mazepin), was a 75% owner of HiTech, until 9 days before Russia invaded Ukraine (suspicious) where he signed over his shares/ownership entirely to Oliver Oakes who then held the remaining 25%. Oliver alongside his brother take full ownership of HiTech. NOW NOTHING COMES FOR FREE IN THIS WORLD #corruption. So the Mazepin family uses the Oaks as a gateway to continue doing business in the UK after they were banned for being in direct relations with Putin. This year HiTech was planning to put a bid in to become a F1 team (not anymore I guess). And during Miami (the race weekend, Friday apparently), Oliver Oaks’ brother (who was listed as Director of HiTech GP) was arrested and charged with “transferring criminal property” and not only that he was found with a large amount of cash on him. Oliver Oaks, as soon as the race finished, resigned and fucked off to Dubai and no one knows his exact location as of this moment in time. once again, disclaimer, this is what ive gathered from what’s been brought to light about the situation.

[chanelnumbermine]

2024 f2 boys when someone else compliments you | f2 grid picks x gn!reader

since u liked the previous part so much, i decided to write a little more and added franquito! he has a special place in my heart after this season (mentally i’m still in imola sprint). i’m very open to learn about more drivers and add them to the list! have a nice read!

pairing(s): ollie bearman x gn!reader, kimi antonelli x gn!reader, zane maloney x gn!reader, paul aron x gn!reader, pepe marti x gn!reader, luke browning x gn!reader, franco colapinto x gn!reader;

warning(s): itty bitty possessive behaviour, mostly cuteness!!

ollie bearman | prema —> haas f1

squeezes your hand and smiled politely

"thank you. they really do light up every room."

he says dryly and tries to shrug off this weird feeling in his chest

becomes a little stiff and after a while he asks

“do random people compliment you like that often?”

you shrug and smirk, seeing he’s a little jealous

“they were right, you look stunning. i should say that more often”

andrea kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg pertronas

he’s already a little flustered because you came over to see his family

you click with them instantly

"uh, thanks mom. i say it every day."

to him you’re the sweetest prettiest person ever and he sometimes forgets that other people can also see that

it’s just hard to remember about the whole world when he’s in your presence

you’re his and he’s fully yours, and he’ll spend the rest of the day clinging to you

he’s nott that good with words, but very good at making you feel loved

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

i bet it was one of your friends who complimented you

and paul? tries to outdo the other person with compliments

"you're not just radiant, darling, you look literally ethereal. you know, your eyes ere like the moon. so big and shiny."

thinks he's smooth

he's not

but he's adorable as hell, grinning like and idiot and spewing nonsense just to make you laugh

you'd have to kiss him to shut him up

“i was supposed to make you blush, not the other way around…”

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

awkward as hell

could be even a little insecure

why would anyone dare compliment you? do they think they have a chance with you?

he tries not to show it, but is not good at it

"aww, are you pouting?" you teased him

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck nervously

"what, me? you're seeing things"

please reassure him!! he’s the sweetest bunny

pepe marti | campos, red bull academy

"yeah, of course my baby looks beautiful tonight."

goes full on protective mode

could become sarcastic, maybe even passive-aggressive

"i knew this day would come. i have to fend off other admirers."

you laugh and poke his arm

"must be so hard having a beautiful partner, huh?"

huffs playfully and kisses your forehead

luke browning | hitech —> f2

he was joking around with his friends when one of them made an innocent cute comment about your looks

“i know, right? they make me look better just standing next to me”

tries to divert the attention from you

on the outside he seems quite normal, but inside he’s seething with jealousy

like, why would anyone feel the need to point out the obvious???

sneaks his arm around your waist

peppers your face with kisses when you have a little time alone

franco colapinto | mp —> williams racing

whatever the circumstances, he goes into full yapping mode

franco takes seizes every opportunity to brag about who he managed to pull

"right!! you see, mom, they bake the best cookies. one time, when we were in madrid, we ate those cinnamon buns i like so much and..."

he just wants everyone to know you're the best person he's ever had the privilege to meet

he wants to share all the best memories with his family! and has no filter

"no, sis, we weren’t drunk that much… oh, you’re totally right amor, we were, sorry”

the compliments are flowing from both sides, its very natural and franqui doesn’t get worked up at all

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Is It Casual Now? || F2

type :: angst tw/cw :: suggestive/smut (paul) contains :: ollie, kimi, paul, arthur summary :: things that the boys do that make you question your entire relationship with them and yet they act like it was nothing - inspo: "casual" by chappell roan, literally the entire song - i know this song is for the girls but,,, shhh

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Ollie Bearman | 03 Inviting you to all of his family events

Yet again, for the 4th time this month, you were leaving Ollie's house after having dinner with his family. That's not even counting the times you've gone out with his family to their beach house, their family events, and other places. You even dropped off his little brother to school at times when the family was busy. It was almost as if you were part of them.

At first, you thought it was in a best-friend way, but as the months progressed you couldn't help but feel an increase in tension between you and Ollie. How he looked at you first when he heard a funny joke, how he brushed the hair behind your ears when you ate pasta, or how he'd rest his head on top of yours when you were both waiting for his family.

You hated to admit it, but you fell for him hard, and you were confident he had fallen for you too. Besides the small gestures, the way he treated you has been sweeter than he's ever treated anyone else, even his ex girlfriend.

He started to buy you clothes that coincidentally matched his, perfect to wear when you hangout with his entire extended family. The matching rings you both wore on your right hand's ring finger, almost as if it was a promise ring. The way he called you beautiful under his breath whenever he would pick you up.

The signs were all pointing to one idea: he likes you.

So you finally took the first step, since you knew Ollie has always been quite shy with his crushes. As he opened your car door for you to exit, you stared into his eyes. Despite being pitch black outside, his eyes were still shiny somehow. It's as if God purposely gave him the sweetest and softest eyes ever.

Without thinking, you gave him a swift peck on the lips, hoping that it was good enough: you've never really kissed anyone before. You left the kiss with a small smile while Ollie was left in shock. Hoping he would kiss you back, just like the movies you've seen, but instead he did the opposite.

"Uhm..." He says, raising his hand to whip his lips from your touch. The way his fingers pushed harshly against his lips, like he was disgusted from the small peck. Instantly your heart broke, feeling the panic rush through your veins of possibly ruining your friendship.

But, still, as if Ollie had the heart of a saint he noticed the panic in your eyes and how you flinched back from his movements. "I-I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way." He says softly.

You heard him clearly, his words repeating in your head on loop. But you couldn't process it clearly. How could he not feel the same way when he just dropped you off from dinner with his family? How could he not feel the same way when you two slept in his childhood bed together since he refused to let you sleep on the cold couch in the living room?? How the fuck could he not feel the same when he literally said, "I love you", while brushing your hair as you two got ready for his great-grandfather's FUNERAL together???

It didn't matter, you guess none of those weeks mattered to him either. You ran inside, hiding from him for weeks on end, unable to face the embarrassment and humiliation you felt.

bad ending! | good ending!

Kimi Antonelli | 04 Spending hours alone teaching your Italian

Something Kimi loved to do for you, without you even needing to ask, was care for you in so many ways. So when you expressed how you felt so left out since you didn't understand Italian, he had no hesitation to volunteer to become your personal tutor. This was a dream come true, since he's always been a secret crush of yours.

You saw this as an opportunity to get closer to him whilst gaining a new skill. But looking back on it, you most likely would have never said yes if you knew it would end with you crying your eyes out.

The private sessions started out innocent, just visiting his house and learning basic phrases. But as the weeks and months passed, it became deeper, more intimate. The way he would gently touch your knees together as you studied. The way he would playfully steal your pencil and draw small hearts with your initials together. The way he'd stare at your lips while you spoke Italian, only to say that he could never get tired of you speaking.

It didn't help that as the more intimate the sessions became, the more he insisted that you study in different places. Like him taking you to a fancy Italian restaurant so you could practice ordering in Italian, only for him to introduce you as his girlfriend to the waiter. Even pushing it further to gently hold your hand for a minute as you laughed at a joke he told.

Or when he insisted you should come to his best friend's birthday, so you could practice conversing in Italian with a bunch of different people. And while you chatted with others, he would "grade" your Italian, meaning he rested his hands on your waist the entire party as you spoke to others: clearly establishing you belonged to Kimi.

Or when he begged you to meet his family so you could practice even more, despite being completely fluent at this point. But you went along anyways, with his hand resting on your thigh throughout the entire dinner. His eyes and smile widening every time you spoke, as if he was so proud to be able to show you off to his parents.

Or worst of all, how you refused to call you anything but "amore". Your name was never spoken again by him, only "amore". And looking back at it, you felt so stupid. So stupid to smile so brightly when he called you it, as if you no longer claimed your real name since him.

But you knew that "amore" wasn't commonly used with romantic partners, but instead "tesoro" was. You never wanted to push him on the subject, just assuming he got used to calling you so early. It's not that you minded "amore", but you wanted to test the waters and possibly playfully tease him like how he does to you: oh how wrong you were.

"Kimi," you called for him softly as you rested in his bed whilst he was busy packing for his next trip. His head peaked up, but his eyes stayed focus on his packing. "Why do you always call me "amore" and not "tesoro?"

Instantly, he let out a light scoff, as if you've said something that was basic common sense. He shook his head, still smiling from your statement as he kept packing, not even bothering to answer your question.

"What's so funny?" You say, copying his smile, completely innocent to his actual reason for his smirk. You thought it would be a sweet reason, maybe that he got used to it so fast or that "tesoro" didn't suit you.

"(Y/N)," he says finally looking at you while wearing a smirk, "Tesoro" is for girlfriends only." His smile spoke so many words to you.

Confused, your eyebrows furrowed, "But, are we not girlfriend and boyfriend...?" You said which made Kimi's eyes copy yours, except he was even more confused than you.

"Pfft, what?!" He says, you thought his smile couldn't get wider, but it did as he let out a chuckle, "I'd never date you,"

Instantly, a bang was heard in your heart. It was a critical hit, fatal damage onto your mind. The whiplash you were feeling from just one sentence alone was so overwhelming. As if he couldn't read how hurt you were he pushed even further,.

"Why...?" He asked, looking at you with a slightly concerned face but his smirk stayed on his face, "You didn't think we were actually together, did you?"

bad ending! | good ending!

Paul Aron | 17 Multiple one night stands

Being Paul's teammate for this year was filled with so many fun memories. You were scared at first, worried that you wouldn't be able to get along with him since he seemed cold. But the more you two talked the more you found in common.

Slowly, those forced bonding sessions became natural: even pushing you both to hangout outside of F2. One of your favorite things to do was to follow him to the club and watch him DJ. It was a side passion he had, even jokingly saying it's his backup plan if driving ever goes wrong.

But after one night of partying and getting wasted, you woke up in his bed. Not too odd since you've crashed at his house before, except you were both naked and cuddling in your sleep. When you both woke up, for some reason, neither of you screamed or freaked out. Almost as if you've both been wanting this but never had to guts to admit it. Despite knowing it was against the rules for you to date, you both didn't care.

That one night stand turned into teammates-with-benefits extremely fast. It was awkward at first, having sex while sober was completely different from being shit-face wasted. But despite that, you still felt comfortable with Paul: something that men barely made you feel.

Those nights became so common that even Hi-Tech began to get suspicious of how close you both were, but you constantly shrugged it off as "team bonding". But it so much more than that, much much more.

Unlike other one night stands you've had, it was as if Paul was actually your boyfriend. Telling you how beautiful you looked instead of "sexy" or "hot". Giving you small kisses across your face as you both calmed down from an intense round. Leaving markings on your chest and stomach to create a smiley face as a joke because "who will see?". He even allowed you to do the same, because once again, "who will see?". Establishing how he wasn't doing this with anyone else, and you knew it was wrong, but you were so happy when he admitted that.

Yet again, you two were laying down together in his bed, breathes unsteady from what just happened. His hand was caressing your face gently, as if he cherished you like a gem. His eyes stared into yours, but it didn't feel awkward at all, as if he was reading your soul and you allowed him. The way his lips were stuck in a soft smile as he looked at you spoke thousands of words to you.

So you did something stupid, something that goes against friends-with-benefits 101: asking what you are.

Paul's face quickly dropped his gentle smile and he had a puzzled look on his face, as if you just asked him an impossible math problem. His hand retracted from your face, like you were a hot stove that he touched on accident. The entire mood of the room shifted from loving to tense.

He got out of his bed, putting on his navy blue boxers as he didn't even bother to look up at you as he spoke. "(Y/N), you know we can't date." He says nonchalantly as he put his shirt back on, hiding the scratches you left on his chest. "It's against our contract."

Ironic, since you're there in his bed, naked. Ironic since this is the 10th time in a week that he's texted you to come over. Super ironic, since he was just mumbling how he wouldn't mind letting you have his kids one day. Ironic.

And yet you still felt so stupid. Stupid for asking, stupid for assuming that the man who just kissed you and worshipped you would actually love you.

bad ending! | good ending!

Arthur Leclerc | 65 Refers to you as his girlfriend to scare away fangirls

Being part of the infamous Leclerc family meant a lot of things, such as having girls throw themselves at him every chance they got. Arthur couldn't go to a single event without leaving with at least 20 girls numbers, not even counting the amount of men he also pulled. So one day, as a joke, he asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

And you, as a joke, couldn't help but agree, loving the thought of being a fake WAG. The thought of the free gifts, being able to pull off the craziest prank ever, that'd be so fun and funny. So you agreed, agreeing to his stupid joke that ended up ruining your friendship.

It started out easy, giggling as you both bought overly corny and cheesy matching outfits. Getting a gold plated necklace with each other's initials on it, as if you were claiming each other. Even going as far to get ugly pillows with photos of each other on it, something you saw only the corniest couples do.

It was so much fun, so fun to pretend to be a cheesy couple. So much so, that you even took it further than just buying little items and started to act as a couple. Arthur said, the fans would never believe you two were dating if there wasn't at least a pinch of PDA. So, as you both interlocked fingers for the first time, you both chuckled nervously, despite both of you having partners before, it felt different together. As if a secret underlying want has been fulfilled, but you both never spoke about it.

But hand holding wouldn't satisfy the fans, is what Arthur said, you needed to go even further. So Arthur took you on a few dates, which didn't feel too odd since you were close friends beforehand. But the scenery, the hand holding, and the forced acting made the "fake" date feel slightly more real. The way he called you stunning as he stared into your eyes whilst wearing the all black outfit you picked out for him, and you wearing the black dress he choose for you.

But dates wouldn't convince the fans fully, is what Arthur said, as he gently grabbed your face in the moonlight whilst taking a night ride on his boat. He stared into your eyes, as if he's been wanting this for ages, as if he's cherished you for decades. You didn't fight back, going along with this "acting" you both were committing to. So when his lips pressed onto yours, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, which he quickly copied.

As you withdrew from the kiss, the moonlight reflecting into his hair and face, as if you two were in your own galaxy far from everyone else. The calm crashes of the cold water against the boat was the only sound for miles, if you didn't count how fast your heart was beating as you stared at him. As if he felt the same, he gently reached for your hand, his skin soft and warm, as he placed your palm on his chest: his heart rate was even quicker than yours.

As months passed, this silly "joke" became more and more real. As you casually kisses his cheek after he won a race. As he brushed your hair with his fingers as you fell asleep on his chest. As he gushed about you to interviewers that ever asked about his love life, instantly describing how beautiful you were, inside and out.

So, when you two sat alone on his boat again, staring out into the moonlight, your head resting on his shoulder, you sighed. A sigh of contentment, but also uncertainty. But Arthur knew you well, like the back of his hand, so he reached for your hand on instinct.

"Everything okay?" He asked, his touch still as warm and soft as the first time you first interlocked fingers.

"Arthur," You say with a slightly stern tone yet still filled with care. "What is,,, this." you ask him as you moved your head from his shoulder to sit upright to look at him.

He looked confused, as if he couldn't process what you asked. "What do you mean...?"

"This joke," You said, "This fake dating."

You were hoping he would instantly defend himself, possibly saying "fake?!" with an exaggerated tone of disbelief that you could view it that way. You wanted it to be like the romantic movies that you and Arthur always watched late at night. But instead, you two were the opposite.

"What about it?" He said, still confused, not understanding what you were implying at all. "Do you want to stop?"

"Yes," You say but then shook your head, "Well no, but not really??? I can't lie to you Arthur, you know that," You say, hesitating to continue, "But I, I really do like you."

As he heard that, his eyes widened as his body inched further away from you. It was like instinct, the opposite of what you wanted him to do in every possibly way. He shook his head and looked like he was in disbelief, even chuckling lightly to cope.

"(Y/N)," his sweet tone was gone, the way he said you name sounded condescending despite his smile. The same tone men use when a woman doesn't know how to play football or doesn't understand car mechanics, the stupid misogynistic tone you hated. "This is just for PR, you know that right?"

And instantly, you felt disappointment strike you like lightning, as you realized those months of "fake" dating were truly just that: fake dating. Those soft kisses on your lips as he held your hand down the streets of Monaco, all fake. Those matching outfits and necklaces you both wore 24/7, even in the shower and when you slept, fake. Those times he called you the love of his life to those interviewers which made your stomach do flips, fake.

You couldn't help the way that you eyes teared up, dropping down you face without your permission. As if Arthur suddenly did a complete 180, he backed up even further, as if he never had a empathic loving bone in his body. He was shocked, awkward, and frozen. Instead of even offering some comfort, he stood up and looked down at you with pity. He left you alone on the front of his ship, crying into the sleeves of his hoodie that he let you borrow.

bad ending! | good ending!

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[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, no labels

-“You’re snoring. Like, offensively.”

summary : she has two golden balls of mischief now, and she's happier than ever

They say that, for the right person, you’re capable of pushing yourself to the edge of the world and doing things you wouldn’t even consider otherwise.

And that day, Paul couldn’t help but feel like the living embodiment of that timeless cliché, gripping the leather of his steering wheel as he drove down a countryside road in early May—when the sun had started to show itself, but sweaters were still necessary.

He’d left the city behind: the skyscrapers, the modern buildings, trading them for roads that led to open fields full of wildflowers, cared for by farmers who had known each other for generations, with the occasional horse wandering freely through the tall grass, its mane swaying in the wind.

He reminded himself to bring her there, once she had time. He knew she’d love spending the day with the animals.

A random playlist hummed softly through the car speakers while he drove on autopilot, shifting gears with the paddles, missing his favorite passenger—the one who never stayed quiet for more than five minutes and somehow made simple afternoons the most important thing in his world.

There was a disarming calm around the farmhouse he’d driven to—calling in a favor from an old friend of his sister’s, an opportunity Paul had jumped on because it felt perfect.

He walked back to the car with something warm and squirmy in his arms: a little sausage-shaped pup with fluffy blond fur and a tiny pink nose that almost convinced Paul to adopt every single puppy the man had shown him in the barn, right alongside the mares.

“You have no idea how important you’re about to become,” the Estonian murmured, stroking the puppy’s little head as it wriggled in his hands and let out the sweetest sneeze, making Paul chuckle while searching for his car keys in his hoodie pocket.

“She’s going to lose it. I mean actually lose it.” He smiled, placing the puppy on the blanket the old farmer had given him, securing it in the passenger seat so it wouldn’t roll out of its makeshift bundle if he had to brake.

A horse neighed in the distance as he got behind the wheel, and for a second, Paul allowed himself to imagine a future—a farmhouse like this, a beautiful car in the garage, and her, coming home late just to smell the cake he baked before catching a flight around the world.

The car had barely five hundred kilometers on it, still carrying that unmistakable new car smell.

“Don’t you dare throw up in here,” he mock-scolded, one hand on the top of the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, glancing sideways at the puppy every so often. “I just got this car.”

The little golden retriever rested its head on the center console with a soft whine, brown eyes locking with Paul’s.

“…Okay, fine. I’d forgive you,” he grinned, turning onto a narrow road that would take him home through orchards and open fields, chatting to the puppy like he’d known him forever, already certain they’d be good friends.

“You have no idea what kind of life you’re walking into,” he told the pup, waiting for her to get home—Anna had taken her to some sort of market downtown. “She’s going to spoil you rotten. And talk to you like you’re a person. And you’re going to go on more walks than you’ll know what to do with.”

Paul had his feet propped up on the coffee table in the apartment his sister shared with her. The puppy had nestled against his chest, breathing in his scent, comforted by his steady rhythm, while Paul gently stroked his tiny body.

The little thing let out soft, pleased sounds—like it was smiling.

“She’s been talking about getting a dog for months. ‘Just waiting for the right time,’ she says. Meanwhile, she’s got an entire Pinterest board full of dog names and knows exactly which harnesses look best on golden coats.”

He spoke about her like that—his voice soaked in love and affection, using a tone usually reserved for babies, whispering to the puppy that was quickly becoming part of his life just as much as hers.

“God, she’s going to love you,” he said again, watching the pup chew on one of the bracelet strings she’d once tied around his wrist.

It wasn’t just a dog.

It was something she’d wanted—something he knew would make her feel good, really good. The kind of warmth you only feel when you do something for the person who matters more than anything.

And then, the girls came back—finding him standing at the door just as they were putting their shopping bags down.

She was wearing a blue hoodie she’d stolen from him the previous spring and forgotten to give back, her hair tied at the nape of her neck, a few loose strands falling into her eyes, surprised to see him there unannounced.

He’d used the spare keys Anna always forgot in Tallinn and decided to bake cookies while figuring out how to earn the puppy’s trust, who, as soon as they got home, had shown his mischievous side.

“Hey,” he greeted, trying—and failing—to hide the wide smile on his face.

“Paul?” she blinked in disbelief. She hadn’t seen him in months—his schedule kept him busy, and school hadn’t exactly been kind to her either. She hadn’t been able to find the time to hop on a train or plane to visit him wherever he was.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, noticing his slippers and how settled he looked. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”

She was trying not to smile too hard.

“I was in the area,” he shrugged. “Had something to drop off.”

Anna shook her head and disappeared into her room with one of the shopping bags, leaving the two of them alone, hoping her brother had finally made the move she’d been waiting for.

“Every time you say that, it’s something ridiculous.”

“Define ridiculous,” Paul teased, raising an eyebrow.

“So? What are you hiding?”

She crossed her arms over the hoodie, bracelets clinking softly on her wrist—half of them matching the ones on his.

She was trying so hard not to launch herself at him and hold on like he might vanish again for months.

“Nothing.”

“You are literally hiding something. You have ‘guilty puppy smuggler’ energy.”

Paul bit his cheek at her word choice. Meanwhile, Anna leaned against the wall, stealing one of his cookies, watching everything unfold without being noticed.

And then… something stirred inside his hoodie.

A tiny head peeked out from the neckline. Two sleepy eyes and fuzzy ears twitching gently.

She gasped.

“No. No, no, no, Paul.”

He felt his heart swell at the look on her face—arms falling to her sides, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to keep from tearing up.

“Wanna say hi?” Paul pulled the puppy out of the hoodie, holding him up.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Is that…?”

He nodded.

“Is that the puppy? The puppy?”

“Yup.”

“In your hoodie.”

“Yup.”

He placed the little thing into her hands and pulled her into a side hug, his fingers running through her hair while her heart hammered in her chest and her hands cradled the fluffball against her.

“You’re serious?” she whispered. “He’s for me?”

She looked up, locking eyes with Paul—those blue eyes she loved so much. The ones that always made her feel like nothing could hurt her and all she needed was a car ride with him and the road ahead.

“I didn’t think you were actually listening,” she laughed quietly, blinking fast to keep the tears in.

“I always listen,” he said softly. “Especially when it’s you.”

And in her eyes, Paul saw something clear, raw, and full of love—so obvious it made his chest ache.

Anna, melting at the doorway, watched the whole scene unfold, overwhelmed by her brother’s gesture and the unspoken bond between the two.

“I might start crying,” she whispered, just as the puppy settled into the little bed Paul had bought, surrounded by new toys and bowls he’d picked out just for her.

“That’s okay,” he murmured, pulling her into a full hug, her arms wrapping tight around his torso, his hand cradling the back of her head, keeping her close.

They didn’t move.

Not when Anna stole another cookie.

Not when the puppy barked softly.

Because in that moment, the way they fit together felt like the most natural thing in the world.

That night, Anna was out of the apartment—off celebrating a friend’s birthday—so the three of them (two humans and one tiny golden ball of mischief) had the entire place to themselves.

They’d ordered a pizza from the restaurant downstairs, and Paul had gone to pick it up in his slippers, wearing the kind of smile that only comes when you feel so at ease, nothing in the world can touch you.

Then, after laying a blanket down on the parquet floor, they sat cross-legged and started trying out names the puppy might actually respond to—just in case it already had a favorite and they didn’t want to disrupt it.

“Waffles,” she offered. “Because her ears are soft and sweet.”

“Aron Junior,” Paul countered. “For legacy.”

She laughed and threw a fry at him, watching the little pup weave between Paul’s legs, hinting she was getting sleepy.

After finishing the pizza and watching the tiny belly rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic motion, they headed to the bedroom, flopping down onto the same bed.

The girls lived in a very quiet neighborhood, so the night felt still, peaceful—and sleep, when they were together, always felt even more restorative.

Paul had collapsed on the mattress, lying face down in a starfish sprawl, sunk deep into a sleep that had him dreaming about the kind of life he’d thought about all day. She, who tended to move around a lot in her sleep, had ended up draped across him, her stomach pressed to his back and her lips brushing against his jaw.

It was around 3 a.m. when she woke up, not quite realizing they were tangled together like that, startled instead by a loud sound breaking through the quiet.

“Paul,” she mumbled, half-asleep. “You’re snoring. Like, offensively.”

Paul tried to turn over, but something was stopping him—and once he realized what that something was, he figured it might be the best thing that had ever pinned him down.

“What?” he muttered, rubbing his face, pretty sure he had never snored in his life.

“That noise. It’s coming from you.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You do. It sounds like a bear trying to breathe through a straw.”

Paul shifted slightly so he could look her in the eyes, catching the soft scent of sleep and comfort her skin gave off—so warm.

But the sound persisted, echoing in the darkness of the room, cut only by the small nightlight they’d left on outside the door to keep an eye on the pup.

“…Okay,” she whispered. “That wasn’t you.”

He put his hands on her hips and gently moved her aside so he could get up and check, rubbing his eyes as she sat up in bed.

And that’s when they saw it.

The dog, lying belly-up inside one of the pilot’s slippers, clearly deep in a dream, tail flicking back and forth, head tilted to the side—emitting the stupidest snore imaginable.

“I was ready to smother you with a pillow,” she laughed as Paul flopped back onto the bed. She lay back down on top of him, wrapping her arms around his well-built torso.

“Guess I’m off the hook,” he murmured, voice raspy from being half-asleep.

“You’re lucky he’s cute.”

Her fingers absentmindedly played with the seam of his T-shirt as she chuckled sleepily and whispered:

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Paul said, pressing a small kiss to her arm where it rested against his.

“You think I’m cute?”

She didn’t move—head resting on one of his broad shoulders, lulled by the sound of his breathing in the quiet of the bedroom.

“I mean… you’re fine, I guess. For someone who steals all my clothes.”

They stayed like that for a while, both knowing, deep down, this was one of those moments where everything shifts—where something changes.

Where maybe, just maybe, it would start to have a name tonight.

Or tomorrow.

“Why’d you really bring him to me?” she asked.

Paul looked at her, adjusting so she rested fully on his chest without being uncomfortable.

The way their legs were tangled together, the way her long hair followed her with every movement, the way his old T-shirt covered her like a blanket—like safety.

He could’ve deflected. Made a joke. Teased her or simply stroked her hair.

But instead, he spoke the way someone does when they’re talking to the person they love.

“Because I wanted you to have something good. Something constant.”

She smiled, her face resting on his chest, wearing his shirt, after he’d come back to her—again.

“You’re good,” she murmured. “You’re constant.”

Paul closed his eyes as the puppy started snoring again, making them both chuckle softly, while that particular kind of silence—the kind that follows a confession—settled in between them.

And there was no need to explain.

Because the simple feeling of spending time with the one person you’d do anything for…

That’s the perfect definition of everything.

I'm just writing paul fluff about lazy and slow mornings, and I know you'll eventually get bored of it but I just need him.

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I love your Paul Aron story with Williams driver and they’re so cute together and can I request one where everyone knows they’re together and they’re always have the reputation of being so cute and young love but she loves making inappropriate comments in interviews and everyone finds it funny or is shocked like how lando said in his interview his favourite date activity is he’s rather not say.

If You Know, You Know (Paul Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I'm glad you liked it! Also, unfiltered love is the best kind of love)

Warnings: unfiltered affection

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1134

Summary: Let's just say, the reader doesn't think before talking (good thing)

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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“Welcome back to the unfiltered podcast where I try to get myself and my friends canceled,” You introduced the episode with a sinister smile like usual. It was your regular intro that fans came to love. You sat in your signature chair, legs crossed and your hands together, resting on your knees, and looked straight into the camera. “Today, I can’t tell you why, but Paul thinks it’s a good idea to join me on here as if he isn’t trying to sell himself to a team.”

“That sounds bad,” Paul chuckled nervously, just starting to see where he went wrong.

“It’s true!” You defended, raising your voice and glaring at him. “You’re trying to find a drive for next year, and you think coming on MY podcast is gonna help you? My podcast, where I just speak, no filter. I don’t even think that’s gonna help you find a drive because that means they’ll try to PR train me! I can’t do the time! They’ll make me dull, or even worse, QUIET!”

“I wouldn’t let them do that,” Paul replied quickly, leaning back into the chair more. “It’d be weird if I didn’t hear you from across the house every once in a while.”

“You never know,” You shrugged, “You never know what money could make a man do. Sometimes you gotta bite your tongue and sell your soul for a job.”

“You’re really making this sound like I’m doing something illegal here,” Paul turned serious as he nervously laughed.

“You’ve done that all on your own, baby,” You brushed off as you rolled your eyes dismissively. “Anyway, we’re moving on now. You threw a fork in my plans, and I didn’t have time to plan a new topic for today’s episode, so I guess you get to join in what I was already planning.”

“And what was that?” Paul asked apprehensively as he eyed you over the microphone. “Should I be worried?”

“A little bit,” You teased lightheartedly with a smile, “We’re playing smash or pass F2 edition!”

“Oh god, what have I joined?” He sighed to himself as he rethought his entire life’s choices that led him to that point.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” You groaned as you rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t make me sound like the weird one on my own podcast.”

“I’m just saying I don’t look at other drivers on the grid and think if I’d hit it,” Paul pointed out quickly.

“Or let them hit you,” You snapped back just as fast, “We don’t judge in this household.”

“I would never let someone else hit me,” Paul groaned.

“You’d let me, right?” You replied bashfully as you batted your eyes at him. He only glared at you, but there was no heat (that you could tell) behind his eyes. “If you’re not gonna answer me, we’ll start it off with a bang. Paul Aron, smash 100 percent. I’d hit it, and I’d let him hit it any time, any day, any where.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or if I should feel threatened,” Paul chuckled nervously again as he glanced at the camera. 

���I think the real question is if you should feel a bit turned on,” You joked, giving him a pointed look as your eyes raked over his form. He shifted nervously as he became hyper-aware of your eyes on him. You waited a second before locking your eyes with his once again, “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on.”

“I think I need to call it quits for this episode.”

“I think I’ve just uncovered something!”

“I think you need to stop airing our business!”

“I think I can air whatever I want! I have no shame, and this is my podcast!”

~~

“And here we see Paul Aron, Estonian Formula 2 driver, in his natural habitat,” You whispered into your microphone as you pointed your camera around the corner to see where Paul was being interviewed. “Hot as ever after a session, just look at him-wait actually, don’t. He’s taken.” You flipped your camera around to put you as the main focus again. “That’s my man, and I should be the only one to see him in all his glory. I’ll be damned if I ever provide you guys with free content. Maybe I should start an OnlyFans. Drop a comment if that’s something you’d want.”

“What did I just hear about starting an OnlyFans?” Paul questioned as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning to place a kiss on your cheek. You dropped your arms to rest your hands against his and completely forgot to stop the recording.

“Just a thought,” You teased as you leaned back into his body. “What’s your plan now? You got some free time?”

“Technically done for the day, but even if I wasn’t, I’d always make time for you,” He trailed off as he dropped his head to hide his face in your neck

“Ah, such a flirt,” You joked, tilting your head back to give him more access. You turned your head so you could press a kiss on his forehead. “What do you wanna do?”

“I think you know exactly what I wanna do,” He taunted, his voice dropping as he continued nipping around your neck.

“I don’t think I do. Mind reminding me?” You teased back even though you knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“If I have to remind you, we’re not doing anything,” Paul chuckled as he started walking away from you, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “And to think I was gonna reward you tonight.”

“Wait, come back!” You shouted, running after him, jumping onto his back, and making him carry you to the car before driving you back to the hotel.

~~

“Paul, I would love to ask you about your recent win, but I feel like I speak for everyone when I ask this,” The interviewer started as soon as Paul walked into the media pen after the feature race. Paul knew where this was going. You had warned him about the part you ‘forgot’ to cut out of your recent vlog, so he expected someone to say something about it. “Your partner posted a vlog after the last race, and one part, in particular, showed you two talking about your favorite free time ‘activities.’ Mind telling us what exactly that was?”

“No comment,” Paul smirked at the camera before glancing at your red face off to the side.  “I think you already know what we were doing. I’m not planning on clarifying because the FIA will come after me, but if you know, you know.”

“Fair enough,” the interviewer laughed, “Then let’s talk into your race-”

~~~~~

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