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Switching up on me - Esteban Ocon x Lawyer! Reader
Plot: Busy days using an underground train system you aren't familiar too is stressful enough with all the people and noises, but your day couldn't get any worse when you switch bags with the person you bumped into on the platform.
Credit to estiebestieban for the GIF
You were currently running around central Milan in a tizz, you were trying to find the underground station so you could make your way over to the building your client had sent through.
Usually your legal firm dealt with everything strictly in the UK, but this high profile client of yours was unable to make the travel from Italy to England. Your boss sent you off saying you'd have to meet him there to run through final things before you went to court. Everything was in a large duffle bag, all the private documents and confidential agreements and you were struggling holding it next to you.
Once you got into the subway system you placed the bag down next to you but close enough no-one would be able to steal from you. A gentleman came and stood next to you waiting for the next train that was supposed to come in about a minute.
What you didn't anticipate was Milan's sudden rush hour, some guy bumped into you making your trip over your bag. The guy who was next to you caught you and held you steady so you didn't fall onto the tunneled track.
"Thank you!" you smile up at him, and you guys continue to stare up at each other until the train comes into the station. People push their way off and the mystery man looks up at the train side and gasps when he notices it's his. He grabs his bag and jumps on while you watch in awe as the love of your life, your literal soulmate leaves the station on the train.
You wait knowing that one was heading out of the city and sit on a bench waiting for yours to come in.
You pick up the bag which feels slightly heavier than before but you don't think much off it. You get on the next tube which is luckily a lot quieter and manage to get a seat and have your bag on your lap. When you feel it, it feels a little odd, not as padded out in some areas as you remembered it being.
You slowly unzip the bag, seeing none of your things. No water bottle with turtle stickers, or university hoodie, no legal documents of your clients and no nice pair of heels you were supposed to put on before you got to the office after your train commute and small walk.
"No no no!" you whispers to yourself rummaging through finding a helmet, a suit and other various manly bits that weren't yours.
You then remembered the man on the platform and that you must have switched bags. You smiled at the thought that you guys had the exact same bags which just fueled your thoughts of the fact that the very attractive man that saved your life on the Milan underground was in fact your soulmate.
You get off at the next stop at a completely random place in Milan, where you see and advertisement for the F1 race in Monza. The guy must be something to do with that, he was heading that way and he had the helmet and race suit.
You pull out your phone and pull up your clients number before calling them.
"Hey Y/N!" they answer after one ring and immediately they sound a little guilty.
"Everything alright?" you ask.
"Well, you see somethings come up and I'm going to need to postpone everything until tomorrow and the day after, I'll pay for the flight for the inconvenience and your extra hotel expenses and you know what even through dinner on me tomorrow night. I'll take you to a nice place in Milan, but I'm so sorry I cant do it today!" she blurts out and a massive smile comes onto your face.
"That's no problem at all, I can er... do a little more research in the mean time and ... maybe explore the city!" you exclaim knowing you'd be heading on a tube straight for Monza.
"Ahhhh! Your a star I'm so glad the company sent you! I swear you are the only one I trust! But defiantly explore the city it's beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow babe but I really have to go! Okay goodbye!" she says before hanging up.
"You clutch the bag, looking around before you find your way to the nearest taxi service.
"Hello, could you take me to Monza? The er race track?" you ask having no idea if there was a specific name.
"130 euro!" he says and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the price.
"Yeah, that's fine!" you grit your teeth.
You are there in no-time jumping out after paying the driver and looking at the map to try and find the most sensible place to go. You assume the paddock where it leads to the garages makes the most sense.
However as you get there and see the security and the pass entrance you start to panic. You walk up to one of the security with a friendly smile on your face which was almost sheepish.
"Hi, this is going to sound so bizarre but I think I've switched bags with a driver and I have their helmet and race suit. Can I get in to hand it back to him please and to get my bag back?" you ask and he laughs.
"Yeah sod off kid!" he laughs the one next to him joining in.
"No I'm being series look!" you say unzipping the bag. They look at it and look between each other.
"Radio it through to alpine" one of the says before walking off through the entrance. You awkwardly stand there waiting for someone to say anything.
"I've been told to bring her through!" the one on the walky talky says letting you go through. He walks with you until you come up to one place that has a big picture of the man you met in the subway.
"Esteban?" you ask pointing to his picture and the security guard nods.
"Apparently he went out to look for you, he's been called by his team to come back as you are here!" he smiles before walking off towards the front. Someone comes running out the front in team gear smiling at you.
"Hey, come with me can we get you anything to drink. You can wait in Esteban's driver room!" he smiles and you politely decline a drink, placing yourself on the sofa and waiting patiently.
"Hey!" a voice interrupts you from scrolling on your phone.
"Hey, I erm think I have something of yours!" you grin, holding up the bag and he sighs seeing his bag the exact colour and model that yours was.
"Thank god! That bag has my life in it!" he cries.
"I think i would have been fired if I actually lost mine!" you admit.
"Yeah, I just want you to know the minute I saw confidential i didn't look through anything. I only found the key card to your hotel room, that's where I was heading to in hopes you'd gone there to try make some calls.
"I worked out you must be a driver and that you'd probably be in dire need so i came straight here!" you smile and he nods.
"Well thank you for delivering the goods!" he smiles handing over your bag. You smile and thank him, before hesitating to exit the room. However you do with a sad sort of smile, knowing you'd probably never see him again.
"Wait!" a voice shouts making your turn round and you see Esteban stood there.
"Can I please have your number, or take you out to dinner as a thank you?" he asks looking over you, trying to get a read.
"Really?" you grin, not expecting him to have asked.
"Well, I think it's sort of fate right?" he asks with a little sly grin on his face.
"Yeah, I guess you're right!" you grin.
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LONG LIVE l Esteban Ocon
(a/n): omg the first installment of the Taylor Swift Collection. I'll admit this one was a bit of a stretch but I just had this idea and needed to get it out! I hope you enjoy it and would love to have your feedback <3
disclaimer: in this au, the reader plays the role Zendaya plays in the franchise.
summary: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend, gave her the silent treatment, he called her out during race weekends, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets. (actress!reader).
i) I said “remember this moment” in the back of my mind.
July 2018
When Esteban told his friend Lance that after months of liking every post and Instagram story of the actress playing Michelle Jones on the new Spider Man movies, he slid on her DMs in hopes she would answer, Lance laughed.
No, he didn’t laugh, he cackled.
It was July 2017, the first Spider-Man movie in the hands of Marvel Studios had just dropped and was a complete success, and of course Esteban had his team request a copy to the studios so he could host a viewing on his home theatre.
He had avoided spoilers and even movie trailers in order to be surprised, most of his friends teased him about it, but he couldn’t careless, even dedicating that entire night to follow and stalk every cast member on Instagram.
That’s when he noticed the gorgeous actress who played MJ, mysterious and intelligent on screen, and that’s when everything started for him.
He googled her age, visited her Wikipedia page to see her accolades and projects, he even checked her dating history and the rumors surrounding her relationship with Tom Holland, the actor who played Spider-Man.
His life went on, months went by where he silently liked her posts, just as another fan of the series and sequels of his favorite superhero, then he was focusing on the 2018 F1 Season, even as things turned ugly with not only having to worry about performing, but also with trying to keep his seat.
Maybe his Instagram algorithm knew him a little too well when a Marvel fanpage showed on his timeline, announcing filming for the second movie of the Spider-Man sequel was taking place in London and Italy, and between the stress of training, press breathing on his shoulder about his future in Formula 1, he decided to take a risk.
Which takes him to his Canadian friend laughing at him.
He made his way towards the Williams trailer where Lance was getting ready, not really caring that chances were he was going to take his seat at Racing Point, they were friends. That’s why Lance felt so comfortable staring at his friend in disbelief as he couldn’t stop the giggles that just kept coming.
“Esteban, why would you subject yourself to being ignored? She’s from Hollywood, there’s no way she even knows who you are.” Lance tried to reason with his French friend, but Esteban shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter, I know she’s probably not going to see it, but I have nothing to lose. It doesn’t even count as humiliation because we’ll probably never going to meet each other.”
Lance squinted his eyes at his friend. “You can’t have that attitude, dude!”
“But you just laughed on my face!” Esteban argued.
“Yes, because it’s my job as your friend, but at the same time I have to hype you up, you know?” Lance told him, but Esteban suspected he was just being too Canadian. “What did you tell her?”
Esteban sighed and scratched the back of his neck: “If she wanted to attend the British GP since they’re filming there.”
Lance let out a sound of approval. “You know? I think it could work out. Maybe you should find ways to drop how much of a fan of Spider-Man you are during press, you know? Just find a way, and then people will start ‘Oh, this Formula 1 driver is so adorable, he’s such a fanboy’.” The Canadian suggested.
“How did you even think of that?” Esteban asked, but was interrupted by his iPhone going off, his engineer asking him where he was.
He didn’t get to talk with Lance again, just throwing himself on the hotel bed while his eyes were already closing due to stress and jetlag. Forcing himself off the bed to take a shower and then going to bed, checking his phone for one last time.
His verified account worked in a weird way he still wasn’t able to fully grasp, only notifying him when other verified accounts messaged him or followed him.
And that’s what happened.
Hey Esteban! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to answer but ive been a bit busy.
Attending Silverstone would actually be such a great time, is the invite still up?
In case it is, this is my agent’s email so your people can give him the details ;)
The French read and reread the message at least ten times, not knowing if his mind was playing tricks with him, but when he read this notification, he gasped and dialed Lance.
“LANCE!”
@(YNLN) started following you.
ii) I was screaming “long live that look on your face”
(Y/N) thinks that Esteban exaggerated how much of a Spider-Man fan he was. They were officially dating now, so she figured it would eventually play down.
God, was she wrong…
With the 2018 season finally over and Esteban not having a seat for 2019, he leaned heavily on her, even if he knew he was going to be under the wing of Mercedes for the time being, it wasn’t easy.
She saw he was kind of down and with more free time than usual, plus they were still living the sweet first months of their relationship, so she surprised him with a guest pass and paper bracelet to allow him in the premises and set, leaving in on the table of her apartment while waiting for him to arrive for their movie date.
“Bebé, what is this?” He asked once he stepped inside your apartment, an envelope with his name written and an official Marvel stamp on it. He didn’t know what it was, but a grin was already starting to form.
“Hello, Este. How are you? Did you miss me? Because I really missed you.” The actress placed her arms around his waist, shaking as his body trembled with a laugh before he leaned down to leave a caste kiss on her lips.
“Of course I missed you, MJ.” He said and she playfully laughed at his nickname. “So, what is this?” He picked up the envelope.
“It has your name on it, doesn’t it?”
Esteban carefully moved from the embrace of his girlfriend and opened his gift, not even trying to hide the gasp that escaped his lips once he realized what was inside, carefully reading the letter inviting him to set, signed by Kevin Feige and Jon Watts, the director.
“No, bebé… Is this for real?” He said with his accent getting thicker with excitement.
“I think so.” She smiled before he kissed her, literally sweeping her off her feet.
He knew he’d have to keep a low profile, the public not knowing yet about their relationship, the only one he had confided in was Lance, and now people in Mercedes knew, so it wouldn’t be long before the cat was out of the bag, but he was waiting for his girlfriend to feel comfortable to break the little comfy bubble they’d created.
They were in Venice when a black Mercedes picked them up at 4 AM, but he didn’t care. The street was closed and cameras were being placed, people walking all around as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and freezing.
He knew it was cheesy, but the set lit up when she walked in. People greeted her all around, dozens of people and she stopped for each one of them, asking for their families and how was the hotel they were staying at. And the fact that he got to walk hand in hand with her, carefully carrying one of her bags, he was on cloud nine.
But it got better.
A British accent called (Y/N)’s name as they were approaching the luxury trailers parked not so far away from the set installed on the Italian streets. Of course Esteban recognized the accent, holding his girlfriend’s hand a little tighter.
“Tom, this is Esteban, the guy you’ve been hearing so much about.” She said with a playful roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle from the brit as he extended his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, mate. I saw you during the Austin circuit, it looked sick!”
“I’m a big fan of your work, you’re the best Spider-Man,” Esteban said and his girlfriend just started to realize that maybe it wasn’t a play, he really was a huge fan. “And you’re always welcome on the paddock, just let me know.” Esteban said and Tom thanked him before being called to his trailer, telling the couple that they should go with the rest of the cast and other friends to have dinner.
“So… You’ve been talking a lot about me?” Esteban asked (Y/N), playfully raising his eyebrows and leaving a kiss on her hair.
ACTION!
Esteban eyes followed as Peter Parker walked around the wrecked set, everything was wet and upside down, and he was in awe as he noticed (Y/N) making her way into the scene, questioning her friend if he was fine.
Even if he couldn’t fully comprehend the dialogues or what was happening, his eyes were fixated on her, as she gave his co-star the same caring and sweet eyes that she gave him in real life, and he felt like the luckiest man on earth.
The day was so great that they ignored the few tabloids that picked up the Instagram post of the Holland siblings, the happy couple, and other members of the cast when they went to dinner to a nice small restaurant.
“Are Spider-Man star and F1’s star Esteban Ocon dating? We have the details from inside sources!”
iii) When they gave us our trophies, and we held them up for our town.
Hungaroring, 2021
Every reporter went crazy when they saw (Y/N) driving a Land Rover with Esteban Ocon as her co-pilot, smiles on their faces as they pretended to ignore the hundreds of flashes capturing their faces through the tinted windows.
They’d been dating for almost two years, but still hadn’t confirmed anything. Of course people knew; everyone involved in F1 and Marvel knew they were official since 2019, and of course their fans were aware they were together after seeing pictures of them together all the time, but no one has managed to capture even the slightest form of PDA between them, which made people still think they were friends… Very close friends.
But there was something about this weekend that made them act more carefree, holding hands when they got out of the car, not caring if paparazzi got low-quality, grainy photos of the showing the tiniest bit of affection.
The actress pecked his lips before he went to his driver’s room to get ready, engineers rapidly approaching him to talk a few things over.
Time flew by and soon she was giving him one last hug and good luck kiss before he got in the car.
“You know, this is pretty dangerous…” Esteban dramatically said, earning a grin from his girlfriend.
“Estie, no.”
“But… I’m your boyfriend. You can trust me!”
“It’s a secret, only a couple more months to go and you’ll watch it. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it more not knowing what’s gonna happen… Plus, I know you’re going to tell Lance whatever I tell you.”
“Is the multiverse theory true?” She was tempted to tell him something, but she always chose against it, having signed too many NDAs.
Just as she was going to answer, Esteban was called to get in the car before the race.
“I love you, Este. Drive safely, okay?” (Y/N) got on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, like it was just the two of them.
“Je t’aime beaucoup, bebé.”
She became accustomed to the roaring of motors, the smell of gasoline and the rush of a pit stop, but that didn’t mean the worried butterflies on her stomach calmed down, she still bit her nails while listening to his radio and watching him overtake his rivals. His parents were the same, eyes not moving from the screen.
But today, it was a different kind of anxiety. She was on the edge of her seat, the fresh coat of nail polish chipped as everyone in the garage started realizing that they were going to win. The first for the team and for Esteban.
She couldn’t stay seated during the last four laps, completely aware that F1 cameras were paying more attention to the Alpine garage, wanting to get the best reactions, and obviously she was there, but she couldn’t care less.
It became real during the last lap, mechanics and engineers running to greet their driver on their maiden win.
Esteban parked the car and got out, jumping right into the awaiting arms of everyone involved, his face was one of pure disbelief, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and shaky hands.
She was holding your phone as his mom and dad went to hug him and congratulate him, wanting to immortalize the moment after so many years and sacrifices. Of course she loved his parents, but she wanted the moment to be over to hug him and congratulate him.
And that’s what happened when he noticed her. He noticed that he didn’t really know how to approach her, knowing cameras were filming their every movement and being broadcasted.
That’s why she took the matters in her own hands. Her hand went to cup his face, his arms found their home on her waist as he lifted her and kissed her. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, they were trying to pour every feeling, knowing words wouldn’t do it justice.
“Babe, I’m so proud of you, congratulations. Shit, I don’t even know what to say!” They laughed and went for another short kiss, people around them cheering.
“You know what a great prize would be?” He asked her, gently placing her back on the ground.
“Not a chance, Estie.”
(YNLN) just posted.
(YNLN): GP winner/king of my heart/love of my life @estebanocon
iv) Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you.
Sadly, Esteban wasn’t afraid to admit he pleaded his girlfriend to show him the new Spider-Man script. He tried to bribe her with silly gifts, gave her the silent treatment. His last resort was to call her out during race weekends.
“Esteban, we are living the last races of the 2021 season and you seem alone, did you girlfriend leave you for Peter Parker yet?” The interviewer asked him laughing, making Esteban smile.
“Yes, she is in the middle of her press tour for the latest movie.”
“I don’t remember many movies creating this level of hype and mystery, do you have any inside details?”
“Don’t even get me started,” Esteban answered, his accent getting thicker. “I don’t know anything, she has kept everything a secret. I’ve pleaded, I even spoke with her co-stars and they told me (Y/N) warned them to not tell me anything! Not even after I offered full-access paddock passes!” Esteban was shooting his last shot to get any information, even if it meant exposing his girlfriend.
“Interesting, Marvel is that good keeping secrets, huh? We hope to see you on the red carpet. Good luck on the race! Esteban Ocon, everybody!”
“You are shameless!” That was the first thing Esteban heard after he picked up the FaceTime call from his girlfriend.
“Oh, you saw it?” He asked her nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal.
“You just have to hang on a couple of weeks and you’ll see it. Babe, I have to be back with the interviews soon, but I was told you can bring a plus one to the premier.”
“Am I not your plus one?” Esteban asked confused.
“Nah, people like you too much now. We can walk the red carpet together, though!”
Esteban smiled at the sight of her perfectly dressed girlfriend. “No, it’s your moment, wouldn’t want to steal it with my perfect height and handsome looks.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from her, his favorite sound.
She was right, time flew by. Now Esteban was admiring as people worked on her dress and makeup. Someone was fixing his hair for one last time before they left the fancy hotel room.
Paparazzi were already lining up outside the hotel, waiting for them. They smiled before the valet got the car. She gave him a weird look, seeing a sports car, very similar to his Alpine car, with no one inside.
“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else drive you, right?” He offered his arm and opened the door for her, helping her with the dress and leaving a kiss on her hand before walking towards the pilot seat.
She couldn’t stop smiling, resting her hand on Esteban’s thigh during the short ride as he expertly drove, eyes not leaving the road to interlace their fingers.
“Chérie… You have one last chance.”
“Esteban!” She stared at him in disbelief.
“Can’t blame a fan for trying.”
Esteban would never tell her, but it was completely worth it in the end. His eyes couldn’t leave the screen for a second, too enthralled by the story being played in front of him, not even noticing the nervous eyes of his girlfriend, she wanted him to enjoy it because, as she found out during the time loving him, he was not exaggerating how much of a fan he was.
She noticed how he didn’t even try to hide the tears and the gasps during the movie, he probably didn’t notice how his grip on her hand got tighter every time a twist happened. Tears were falling freely as he watched his girlfriend on screen, playing what he thought was the saddest scene on modern cinema.
He was the first one on his feet to start the stand-up ovation in the movie theatre. He didn’t care about anything when the lights were turned on, his only worry being softly kissing her lips while people around them were still cheering.
“Shit, I still can’t believe he pulled it off…”
That was Lance, shaking his head and taking a picture with his iPhone to show it at their wedding, knowing that Esteban and (YN) were endgame, even if he made fun of Esteban.
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Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Jumper
Requested: yes
Prompt: 21) "I can't believe you're wearing my jumper."
Warnings: none
Esteban couldn't help but smile as he watched Y/n emerge from the bedroom, wearing his oversized jumper. "Morning." He smiled, watching her wall gracefully across the floor. "You seem in a good mood." She remarked, reaching for a mug from the cupboard. "I just can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper." He chuckled, his chin resting on his hand. Y/n grinned, adjusting the sleeves that were way too long for her. "Well, it's cozy, and it smells like you. You should probably wash it." She joked. "You wash, I'll cook the breakfast. How about that?" He suggested, standing up to head over towards the cooker. "Can I think about it?" She asked. "If I cook a nice breakfast, you can do the clean-up. Deal?" Y/n put her hand out and grinned. "Deal." She sat on the sofa eith her mug of coffee whilst Esteban got to work on their breakfast. "I think I might keep this jumper. It looks better on me anyway." She called called him. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Only because you make everything look better." She looked back. "Guilty as charged!"
She stood up and walked towards the table as Esteban stirred whatever it was in the pan. "I can't believe I'm letting you near the stove." She teased. He looked at her offended. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent chef. Just watch and learn, mon amour." She said, placing a gentle kiss onto her cheek. The kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon and Y/n was already regretting making that deal.
"Let me just-" She paused, scooping up a fork full of her food before placing it into her mouth. She smiled as she looked over at Esteban before faking a distasteful look. "It's disgusting. I don't think I can do clean-up now. I just-" Esteban attacked her neck with kisses and her sides with tickles, making her erupt into laughter. "Stop! You're gonna make me spill it on your wonderful spiderman jumper!" She shrieked but he didn't stop. "I can wash the jumper!" Esteban had lifted her to the sofa, where he mercilessly tickled her nearly to death.
"Esteban! Stop!" She laughed, swatting playfully at his hands, but Esteban persisted, enjoying the adorable sound of her laughter. Finally, he relented, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You're too irresistible when you laugh." He said, a softness in his eyes. Y/n looked up at him, still catching her breath. "What was that for?" Esteban smiled, cupping her face in his hands. "I just wanted to hear you laugh. It just made me realize." Curiosity sparkled in Y/n's eyes as her head tilted to the side. "I love you." He whispered, his gaze unwavering. Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "I love you too, babe." She replied, closing the gap between them both and sealing their moment with a sweet kiss. "You still look incredible in that jumper." He grinned. "Well, it may look better on the floor."
"I don't know what to say about that." Esteban replied. "I don't know. Maybe say that you love me again? I like you saying that." Esteban leaned down slowly before chucking a cushion right at her face. "Come on, get up. We have stuff to do." Y/n laughed. "Boring!",
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no shaving - Esteban Ocon
Y/N x Esteban Ocon
Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit)
loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x
gif by @princemick
word count: 1080+
During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.
Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.
"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.
"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.
"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.
"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.
You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.
"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.
Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.
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🏡 coming home - esteban ocon 🏡
summary: the blizzard caused flights across the country to be cancelled, which ended up to be terrible on your boyfriend’s end as he wanted to come home to you for the holidays. would that stop him or are you spending christmas alone?
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Blindly reaching for your ringing phone over on the nightstand, you frowned as you checked the clock. It was nearly 4 in the morning, how did you manage to fall asleep while watching a film?
“You better be calling for a good reason,” You muttered sleepily, not bothering to check the caller ID, “I was asleep.”
“I should drop the call then,” Esteban joked nervously, pacing around the airport, “Sorry to wake you, darling.”
Smiling to yourself, you put the phone on loudspeaker and set it on the pillow, “What’s got you calling at this time?”
“Flights got cancelled, Y/N,” He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Apparently there’s a blizzard.”
If you weren’t awake earlier, you were definitely awake now. You were staring at the ceiling in the dark, feeling your heart drop and a frown forming on your face, “So…you can’t come home?”
Esteban raised a finger to a chauffeur, signaling to give him a moment, “I promise I’m trying to make ends meet, darling. I’m doing everything I can.”
“Yeah, I know,” You mumbled, deadpanned, “I’d rather have you safe than be in danger from coming home for Christmas.”
“Y/N…” Esteban said softly, loading his luggage in the van, “I’ll be home. That’s a promise.”
“Just be careful, I don’t know what plans you have,” You replied, sitting up on the bed, “I’m going to need occasional updates, Esteban.”
Nodding with a chuckle, Esteban replied, “I have to go now, I love you. Go back to sleep.”
“I love you,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “Be safe.”
As the line went silent, you sighed and switched the television to the local news, which definitely did not help the anxieties running through your head about your boyfriend’s safety.
On the other end, Esteban was sitting inside a van alongside a few other people, who wanted to get home for the holidays as much as he wanted to.
An elderly woman turns to him with a small smile, “Got your wife waiting for you back at home, son?”
“Oh, not my wife yet,” Esteban chuckled softly, his heart softening from the thought of you, “Still my girlfriend.”
“Are you planning to propose soon?” She questioned, “I hope you don’t mind me being a chatterbox.”
Nodding in response, Esteban smiled, “Definitely, she’s just…everything I’ve dreamed of.”
Patting the Frenchman’s shoulder, she replied, “Wishing the absolute best for the two of you.”
Esteban expressed his thanks before turning to stare out the window, snow hindering the visibility of the car to be at a normal speed. He fumbled with the charm that had your initial on his bracelet, wanting to hold you in his arms as soon as he can.
Back at home, you were wide awake. Esteban’s call woke you up at nearly 4 am, and you haven’t gotten any sleep since then. It’s nearly the end of the day, the moon starting to show up.
“Hey, love. I haven’t heard from you since the morning,” You said through the phone, twisting the promise ring on your finger, “I hope you’re safe. I just…I really hope you’ll be home soon.”
Sighing as you put the phone down, you set the food that you prepared on the table – despite the possible fact that Esteban not make it in time for you to welcome Christmas together.
Hearing your phone chime, you immediately grabbed it, only to feel disappointed that it wasn’t from Esteban.
Unknown Number: Happy Holidays! Your package with the tracking number of CSEN21HD8 will be attempted to be delivered today.
Upon reading the message, you frowned in confusion, you didn’t order anything that could possibly arrive at a time like this. In fact, you wondered as to whether or not this could be a faulty package.
Before your thoughts could further wander off, a knock on the door cut them off and you walked to see who it was through the peephole.
You opened the door slightly and frowned, mumbling to yourself, “There’s…no one there.”
Esteban peeked from the side and smiled, “You sure about that?”
“You’re home!” You exclaimed, opening the door wider to pull him in the tightest hug, “Oh, I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t respond to any of my voicemails!”
Esteban chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you as he closed the door behind the two of you, “Awful reception, but I’m here now.”
“I’m glad you’re home in one piece,” You pulled away to kiss him on the cheek, dragging him to the dining room, “You must be hungry, do you need me to turn up the heater? You want to change clothes?”
“Darling, calm down, I’m alright,” He smiled, looking at you endearingly, “In fact, I have one thing I need to do.”
Humming as you went over to the switch to turn the heat up, “Yeah, what is- oh my god, Esteban.”
Esteban looked at you with a smile while he was down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hands, “Y/N, darling, I honestly don’t know where to begin. All I know is that you’re my person – and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
You had tears in your eyes, looking at your longtime boyfriend in awe, “Esteban…I’m.”
“I gave you that promise ring sitting on your finger right now to signify my never-ending love for you,” He continued on, “And now I want to give you this ring…what I’m trying to say is, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Nodding eagerly, you smiled brightly with a few tears falling down your cheeks, “A million times yes.”
Letting out a deep breath, Esteban stood up and held your hand, carefully slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, “Merry Christmas, darling.”
You hugged him tightly, resting your chin on his chest with a smile brighter than the stars that sat on the sky, “Merry Christmas, love.”
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Not That Serious
Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: lil bit of flirting, mentions of causal hookups/sex, little bit of reader x Carlos, Carlos and reader being drunk besties, some monetarily dirty dancing, mentions of throwing up, jealous!Esteban, one degrading comment from Esteban’s end, an argument, miscommunication, alcohol and the consumption of, soft!Esteban, some teasing and confessions of love.
Word Count: 3.8k
Author’s Note: this one sorta ran from me lmao but hopefully it makes sense // happy race day!! sending good vibes to the ferrari boys, este bestie, prince mick and lewis <33 (can you tell who my babies are? even tho I love all of them)
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His eyes followed you as you sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, fixing the badge that hung around your neck before looking up at the stage.
Esteban winked before flashing a smile, the gesture directed towards you and he caught the bright blue badge that stuck out from your white top; Sky Sports.
You and Esteban were.. friends? Lovers? Definitely not dating.
It started during the off season; replying something sarcastic to the driver’s story which spiralled into you two chatting everyday, then exchanging phone numbers and that turned into FaceTime dates until you were actually able to hang out.
It was casual, two people enjoying each other's company without the pressure of a relationship. You had all the benefits; stealing his hoodies, cuddling on the couch, tucking your cold feet under him and best of all, no strings attached sex.
You were at the races a few times a year, rotating with the junior reporters so they had a chance to experience the magic of formula one because you remember what it was like to be in their place. The few times you were there, Esteban went out of his way to be near you; whether it’s throwing flirty glances at you during press conferences, much like he's doing right now or his lingering touches when he goes out of his way to hug you hello; his hand resting a little lower than acceptable.
The little arrangement was a secret. Not a single soul knew how the two of you knew each other like the back of your hand and you'd both like to keep it that way.
Never mix business with pleasure.
Also because you'd both be in serious trouble if anyone found out - more you than him but still, all the more reason to keep things quiet.
You were accompanying your colleague to the press conference, letting her take the lead for this one as you'd be at the pit lane tomorrow.
You watched as the reporters took turns asking questions to the drivers, moving down the lineup until they reached Esteban. The usual questions; how are you feeling for tomorrow, what can you change to improve, do you think you’ll win, etc.
Esteban answers the last question, his eyes shifting to you as he does. “I think luck’s on my side this weekend.” He smiles at the reporter before the F1 rep announces that’s all for the day and lets the drivers head out.
He’s at the opposite end of the stage so he takes a while to get off, the rest of the guys taking their sweet time. Once again, he smiles at you before stepping off, one last glance before heading out of the room.
The action didn’t go unnoticed.
“Why’d he look at you like that?” Your colleague asks you and you look up at her from your seat.
“What ?”
“Esteban’s been smiling at you since you walked into the room. What’s going on ?”
“Literally nothing,” you chuckled, standing up. “I've only met him a few times during interviews. Maybe he's just a friendly guy.” you lie; well not totally, Esteban was a friendly guy.
“Hm.” She gives you a questioning look before walking off with the camera man.
You take a moment to text the man in question.
To Esteban: No more glances and smiles, people are noticing
From Esteban: Let them.
To Esteban: You like trouble, don't you?
From Esteban: Only when it’s from you :)
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The Hungarian Grand Prix winners made their way through the line of press before the podium, smiles and congratulations flowing like water among the sea of people. Lewis was at the end of the line, finishing up his final interview while you were finishing up with Carlos, Esteban on his way over to you.
“How do you plan on celebrating your win?” You asked the man across from you, a smile on his face at the mention of his win.
“Perhaps with a dance from you.” Carlos jokes, laughing. “Probably going out with some friends.” The driver changed his answer.
“Well, I hope you have fun. Congratulations again!” you smiled at him as he handed you the mic, giving you a smile and a nod before moving on.
It takes a few minutes to shuffle the drivers around, Esteban now in front of you. “Hi y/n,” he hums, eyes glued to you like you were the most fascinating person on the planet.
“Hi Esteban.” you say, turning your attention back to the cameraman before starting the interview.
The bubbly personality appears out of thin air; Esteban remembers why he adores you so much at that moment. “Congratulations on your big win! Grand Prix winner, how does it feel?” You ask him, all smiles and his cheeks flushed a little red from all of the attention.
“It’s amazing, surreal almost.” he laughs.
You tease the man, quoting his answer from the press conference.”Did that luck pay off?”
Esteban nods, looking you up and down for a moment. Couldn’t help but notice how your blue dress matched the shade of his racing suit perfectly. “I’d like to think it did. I couldn't have done it without the support and help from the crew and team, of course the fans too. This is a huge win for all of us, not just myself.”
“We all see how hard you've been pushing. The win was well deserved. Any plans to celebrate the big win?”
“I’m sure my answer is identical to the other guys,” he chuckles, “but heading out with a few friends.”
You hum, smiling at the man. You really wanted to just reach over and give him. kiss, congratulating him on his win but you kept replaying your words; don't mix business with pleasure.
“Congratulations for what feels like the millionth time tonight,” you laugh, “thank you, y/n.” he smiles.
You hear the beep from the camera when Esteban hands the mic back over to you, his fingers grazing over yours. “Have fun tonight,” you call to him as he turns to walk off.
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The interviews wrapped up around 6:30 which gave you more than enough time to come back to your room and relax before having to head out again. Carlos wasn't joking when he said he wanted to celebrate with you, texting you afterwards to invite you out with him and a few friends.
You hadn't heard from Esteban so you took up Carlos on his offer and he let you know that he'd swing by around 9 to get you. It was a little after 8 now, you sat at the vanity in your hotel room, doing your makeup. The robe was wrapped loosely around your body, your curls pinned up as you blended out the concealer.
There's a knock on your door and you glance over your shoulder to see the clock; 8:15.
He’s early.
Not bothering to check who it was, you pull the door open. “You’re early- Esteban ?” you look at the man in shock, not expecting him. Pulling him by his arm into the room before you shut the door and walk back to the vanity.
Esteban follows you further into the room. “Expecting someone else?” His brow raises, sitting on your bed.
"Yeah, actually.” You had picked up where you left off with your makeup. “And that’s how you open the door for company ?” Esteban questions you.
While the French man was a big softie, he was also extremely jealous when it came to you. He thinks you don’t pick up on it but he isn't as slick as he thinks he is.
“Problem with my outfit ?” You turn to face the man, gesturing to the loosely tied robe clinging to your body. Esteban’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every last inch of you. The man shook his head, reaching the tv remote on your bed and you turned around to finish your makeup.
“I thought you’d be celebrating my win with me.” He says into the silence.
“Thought you were going out with friends.” you call back, brushing over your face with the powder brush.
Esteban rolls his eyes at your quote, knowing that you were just being petty about it. He goes to speak but you beat him to it; “You didn’t ask me.”
“It was assumed.” He sits up straight, looking over at you.
“You know the saying; when you assume, you make an ass out of me and you.”
“Would you like to come celebrate with me, y/n?” He asks you nicely.
You hum, acting like you were thinking. You wanted to, you really did but he just assumed you would join him and you weren't dating; you didn’t have to stick to him all the time. Carlos went out of his way to ask you, offering to come get you too.
So you simply say; “can't, have other plans.”
Esteban stands, walking over to you. “With who?”
“Carlos,” your eyes meet his in the mirror.
Esteban is quiet, not an expression on his face. Instead, he makes himself busy taking the pins out of your hair. He has seen you do your makeup and hair a million times over, sometimes on FaceTime or in person when he finds his way to your house on his off days. He could gauge that you're almost done when you were putting on your mascara so he figured he’d help you out; wouldn’t want you to miss your date with Carlos because you weren't done.
The red lipstick swipes across your lips, leaving behind the colour. Esteban brushed your hair over your shoulder, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. His fingers ran up your arm, brushing the robe off of your shoulders to expose the bare skin underneath.
The man leans, resting his chin on your shoulder and once again, your eyes meet his in the mirror.
You couldn’t help but notice how good the two of you look together; how your skin tones complimented each other or how his arms wrapped around you, holding you perfectly against him.
“Have fun with Carlos, hm?” he kisses your cheek before walking away. Before you could really wrap your head around what was happening, the door had slammed shut.
You get up, walking out the door only to find the hallway empty. There's a slight frown playing on your lips when you walk back in. Part of you wanted to call Esteban and tell him to come back, just let the two of you spend the rest of the night wrapped up in the sheets together but your phone buzzed, pulling your focus away from that thought.
From Carlos: be by in 10. You ready ?
To Carlos: yup, swing by whenever.
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Carlos had come by to pick you up, the two of you arriving at the club a little after everyone else. It was you, Carlos, Charles and Charlotte as well as a few other friends of theirs. Everyone’s having a good time, celebrating the success of the weekend and the race. The drinks are being passed around and the group disappears chunk by chunk, some going to dance and the others head to the bar.
You were sitting beside Carlos, his arm over your shoulder as he and Charles shouted over the music about something race related.
On the other side, you and Charlotte were chatting about what it was like dating a racer, she joked that she might be seeing you around a lot more based on the way Carlos was with you.
You could feel the eyes on you, the feeling of something burning into you almost. Glancing over your shoulder, you look around the club only to spot Esteban looking at you, uninterested in whatever it was that the person next to him was shouting about.
Carlos unwraps his arm from about you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Dance with me!” he shouts over the thumping bass.
“I don't really dance!” you shout back to the Spaniard. He shrugs, “me either!”And with that, he pulls you towards the dance floor.
The club was beyond crowded, the two of you pressed you against each other, his hands on your lower back, sliding down a little further every other minute until it rests on your ass.
You don’t mind, it’s harmless at this point.
You were both unattached, just two friends enjoying each other's company. As the night goes on, the drinks multiply and the dancing gets dirtier; Carlos’ hands on your ass, a leg pressed between your thighs and your chest against his.
The thought of Esteban slipped your mind as the night went on, the main focus was that you were having fun.
At some point, the two of you found your way back to the booth. Carlos sat beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you stopped to rest your tired feet. Carlos handed you a glass, water, you realize when you take a sip. The clear liquid misses your mouth by a few inches and spills on your dress, soaking the top of it.
While you weren't sober, you were well past tipsy but not totally drunk so you had an idea of what was happening. The fact that your dress was now wet wasn't oblivious to you.
Carlos glances in your direction, even so slyly looking down at your chest. He looks away; it’s rude to stare.
He manages to get his button up off, leaving him in his t-shirt before handing it over to you, letting you cover up the now see through material.
“Ready to go?” He shouts over the music, it was well in the early mornings; 2, maybe 3 am you think.
You nodded, standing but ending up back on your ass. Carlos smiles, his hand reaching for yours as he helps you up, your arm wrapping around his as the two you make your way outside.
Once again, you can feel someone looking at you. Not just as a passing glance, as if they wanted you to know they could see you. You looked back before stepping out but you couldn't see anyone. You hadn’t seen Esteban for the last 2 hours, not that you were looking but you thought he had left.
The ride back to the hotel was a bit of a blur, trying not to call asleep in the back of the Uber. Carlos’ warm hand rubbing on your thigh was the only thing keeping you awake. You two manage to make it up to your hotel room without anyone falling over or throwing up which was a win considering how much you two drank tonight.
Carlos was standing right behind you, his hand on your hip as you tried to get the key card into the slot. You figured it out after a minute, the two of you walking in before you make a beeline straight to the bed. The man lays beside you, the two of you looking like you just collapsed there, which you did.
You look over at the man. “I had a good time.”
“Me too. Thank you for coming.” He smiles.
“Thanks for inviting me.” You scoot a little further up the bed, your legs still hanging off the bed.
You both lay in silence for a few minutes, almost falling asleep when Carlos pulls himself up. He reaches down to pull the shoes off your feet, you let a satisfied hum slip past your lips, thankful for the gesture. You pull yourself up too, sitting crossed cross on the bed when you go to pull the button up off but Carlos stops you.
“Keep it.” He hums, his hand cupping your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, cariño.” And with that, he heads out with the promise of brunch when you two sober up at some point.
You were laying on the bed, sinking into the mattress when there's a knock on the door. “Hold on!” you think you shout when you attempt to get up.
You start talking before you open the door, “did you forget something- oh hi.” you stop, looking up at the tall man at your door. He lets himself in, shutting the door behind him. Esteban’s hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to the bed.
“Why are you here?” you scoot onto the bed, falling back onto the soft white sheets. He’s quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed. You wait for him to speak up but there's nothing but silence and tension in the air. You nudge the French man with your foot and again, no response.
This time, you sit up and rest your hand on his back. “Esteban, I won’t beg you to talk to me, you know that.” You sigh, sort of giving him a little push.
The man looks in your direction, his eyes dark from the lack of sleep and the liquor that had been flowing all night. Finally he opens his mouth; “First you go out with another man when you should’ve been with me, celebrating my win like we planned but instead you act like a whore and come home wearing his clothes ?”
The words that left his mouth shocked you. Never had you heard Esteban speak to anyone in such a harsh way let alone to you. You turn and look at him.
“His name is Carlos, in case you forgot.”
Not exactly the right choice of words for this particular situation but you thought it was hilarious.
Esteban was drunk, not as drunk as you but drunk nonetheless less; you could smell it on him for the moment he walked into the room. You knew he wasn’t thinking straight but that gave him no right to talk to you the way he did.
“Carlos and I are friends, untwist your panties and shut up now.” You groan, all the thinking and talking makes your drunk mind hurt.
Esteban says nothing, instead pulling you towards him when he begins taking the blue button up off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, looking directly at the man. “Can't handle the fact that I’m not yours?” You taunt the man. Esteban ignores you, getting up to get your makeup remover and some cotton pads, along with a hair brush.
He brushes your hair, section by section to make sure you won’t wake up with knots. Moving onto your makeup, he soaked the cotton pad before rubbing it gently across your face, repeating the process a few times until your face was clean. Esteban went as far as to get a little towel wet with warm water and wipe your face off to make sure it was all off. He came back to rub some of your face cream on your face before unbuttoning his own shirt.
You stared at the man in confusion; was this the same man who just spoke such harsh words to you that was now taking care of you the way you deserved to be treated ?
He grabs you by the waist, standing you up before sliding your arms through the shirt. He manages to get your dress down and you sit on the bed as he buttons it up.
You both move in silence; you move back onto the mattress as he puts your stuff away.
He came back and pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, pulling the comforter over your body. He was about to walk off when you grabbed his hand, pulling his focus back to you.
The look on your face was enough to know that you didn’t want him to leave, quietly asking him to stay with you.
Esteban gets on the bed with you, scooting you over so you’re not on the edge of the bed. You two lay beside each other in the silence, the only sound coming from the air conditioning that was running. Quietly, you shift closer to him and rest your head on his chest.
He's quiet but he looks down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I was.. upset.”
Your fingers trailing up and down his torso. “No, you shouldn't have.”
Esteban paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I wanted you out there with me tonight. I assumed you’d be coming with me so I didn’t ask you. I know you have other friends but it really irritated me to see you with him like that.”
“Like what?” you look up at him.
“You know.. close; like how you are with me.”
You can help but laugh, shaking your head. “Carlos and I are nowhere near whatever you and I are. He’s fun and sweet but both of us know it's not going further than a dance and a few drinks.”
And back to the silence it is. Esteban looks down at you, noticing the way you fit perfectly against his side, your fingers absentmindedly drumming along his torso or how you’ve tossed your leg over his.
His hand reaches for your face, pulling your chin slightly so you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry.” He says.
“I am too.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing along the warm skin.
“I wanted to be there with you tonight, I was just-” “So was I.” He cut you off.
You sit up, climbing onto the man’s lap. Esteban’s hands find your waist instantly, pulling you a little closer and in the process of doing that, you accidentally grind on him just a little. “Chérie, what’re you doing?”
“Celebrating.” you mumble, face already buried in his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
Esteban pulls you back up, a goofy grin on his face; a result of the sudden affection and the booze from earlier. “We have all the time in the world to celebrate. We’re both too tired for this.”
He was right; you were both running a few hours of sleep and a lot of shots so the need for sleep trumps how much you both wanted to have celebratory sex.
You flop down on the man, sort of koala hugging him as he rubs up and down your back softly.
“I love you.” He whispers into the darkness.
You hum, “I love you.”
Guess it was serious after all.
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tagging: @halsteadssneakylink cause she's been getting sneaky peeks all week + @oneafterdark because we both loveeeee estie bestie
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Hi! I love your work, and I will take advantage of my free moment.. to ask you if you can make an imagine of Esteban Ocon jealous of the reader and his friendship with another driver (who is the ex of the reader)? Thanksss <3
jealously, jealously
esteban ocon x reader
summary: esteban can't stand the fact that Mick Schumacher got all your attention tonight and so he decides to do something about it (obviously based on the request, uptop)
warnings: some angst if you squint, mentions of drinking, lots of jealously, like one cuss word, light fluff. Not proofread, probably some errors.
esteban knew he shouldn't feel like this, you weren't his and he wasn't yours simple as that. but the amount of jealously and anger that was consuming his body that night, from the way you left him at the bar alone and walked over to mick, sitting down right beside him all happy and ready to start your night with him, even though you were supposed to be spending it with him. made him feel beyond pissed off and the way Mick's eyes wandered over your body in that tight dress you decide to wear tonight, licking his lips and just very casually laid his hand on your thigh gripping it, while you showed absolutely no reaction just placed your hand on top of his and left it there.
gripping onto the glass in his hands that contained a strong alcohol beverage, he took in a deep breath trying to relax himself, but the longer he just stared at you and Mick, the more he noticed how much higher Mick's hand was going up on your thighs and was getting closer and closer to going under your dress. he clenched his jaw, his knuckles getting whiter as he still held on to the glass in his hand, which he decided to set down, in case he actually broke it in his hands.
god he felt stupid and embarrassed for feeling like this. he knew very well that you and Mick were exes, but we're still very good friends, who talked on the regular basis and pretty sure flirted with each other on a daily basis Everytime you two saw each other on the grid, and that also made people question if you two even broke up, but they decided to not ask and keep their mouths shut.
but as a result of that. esteban made a promise to himself, that he wouldn't fell for someone like you, someone that was not only way out of his way out league, but also the ex of his best mate. stealing one more glance at the two of you, he saw you looking at him and throw him a small wave, before returning your attention back to mick. esteban shook his head, took in another deep breath and got up from his seat. he shoved a shot down his throat, fixed the selves on his white button up shirt and started walking towards you both.
As he got closer and closer he heard the sounds of your laughter and Mick's laugher mixed together, and that made him question if he should have just stayed sitting at the bar alone and continued shoving drinks down his throat, to get you off his mind. but his legs continued on walking and so he knew there was nothing he could do now.
"hey buddy, there you are" mick's enthusiastic spoke voice up and god his breath smelled like so much alcohol mix together. "I thought you left" he shook his head at Mick and sat down beside him, moving all the empty shot glasses out of the way, so he could lean on the table.
"nope. was just chilling at the bar. y'know alone. my friend kinda ditched me" his voice was laced with so much bitterness and that made you and mick shift in your seats uncomfortable.
"shit, fuck, I'm sorr-
"No it's fine, don't worry about it" he cut you off before you had time to apologise. again the tension at the table returned. Mick looked at his phone checking the time and let out a fake grasp, pretending to realize the time.
"damn I didn't realize the time. I better get going. i-we have early practice in the morning." mick looked between esteban and you, giving you both a soft smile, but you knew there was a hint of uncomfortableness behind it. You cleared your throat as you got up from your seat to give him a hug goodbye, the tension was starting to feel very thick and so uncomfortable.
"see you later hum. I'll be cheering you on" esteban rolled his eyes at your words and looked at the very interesting painting's on the wall. god he couldn't stand to see you and Mick together anymore.
as soon as Mick left. you turned and looked at esteban who was still looking at the painting's on the wall. "So we're just not going to talk about what just happened?" you leaned over on the table and jumped slightly when esteban turned to look at you slowly, like in some horror movie.
"what is there to talk about?" He asked all causal, like he hadn't just made the mood in the room so uncomfortable for you and mick.
"um how about the fact, you were acting, I don't know weird?" esteban laughed and you grew concerned "look if this is about how I abandoned you at the bar. I'm sorry, I haven't seen Mick in awhile. we just wanted to catch up and-
"oh catching up is that it" esteban cut you off again and you became confused when he got up from his seat and sat down on the one beside you "yes, catching up, y'know something that friends do. every once in awhile" you continued on and stared at him. before a smile grow on your face. "Oh I see what's happening" now it was esteban's turn to look confused.
"are you mister-ocon, jealous, that Mick Schumacher, got all my attention tonight?" You poked at his arm, teasing him and gigged when you saw the light blush appear on his face. " yeah maybe I am" esteban said with way too confidence, a wide smile appearing on his face.
"honey, if you wanted my attention. you literally could have just pulled me away from him and brought me a drink instead" you poked at his arm again, causing him to grab your hand locking his hand with yours. "well how about I buy you a drink now and maybe I can get your attention for the rest of the night" esteban asked while looking at you
"y'know what. I would love that" esteban smiled and decided now was the time to say fuck it and risk it "and how about after this, I can perhaps take you home, to my place" he smirked when he saw how red your cheeks got and how you dropped your head into his shoulder, hiding your face from him."Yeah I would love that to"
Sand me some more request for this man. because I'll gladly write them all day long!
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Not sure if its drabble but pierre and esteban working out their differences in a threesome with you?
"There is absolutely no way."
You thought you had made yourself clear when the proposal had been made by a very flirty but very drunk Pierre, back in the club you'd been celebrating Alpine's double podium at.
"C'mon. We deserve it," Pierre had grinned, lazily stroking your bare arm with his index finger. "We worked so hard. We've been good to each other. We were nice boys, like you told us to be."
"And? You think you deserve a golden star sticker?" You snickered.
"Not a golden star sticker. Just you on all four between us two," Pierre slurred.
"Quit pestering her," Esteban appeared on your side, draping an arm around your shoulders.
"See, I won't even tell him he's annoying when he's trying to be the nice guy!" Pierre defended himself.
"Me? The nice guy?" Esteban snickered.
"Yes, you're like.. A church boy, really," Pierre sighed.
"I could make her come in half the time you'd need," Esteban prided himself.
"Okay, then prove it!"
"You just forget that I said no," You rolled your eyes, shrugging Esteban's arm away from your shoulders.
"I wasn't even asking for only me," Pierre groaned, crossing his arms on his chest. "Esteban, you were included in the plans. Because we were nice to each other this weekend. I thought it'd be nice to keep sharing good times, actually."
"See, that's where you should have started instead of telling me I was annoying," Esteban grinned. "So? Your room or one of ours?"
"Guys, quit it, I mean it," You blushed.
"As if we didn't see your eyes linger on Esteban's chest when he's changing in the garage," Pierre smiled.
"Or on Pierre's ass whenever you can, actually," Esteban added.
"As a matter of fact, you're both annoying."
"Oh stop it, you love us!"
"I do, but that doesn't mean I want to have a threesome with both of you. I don't have the emotional capacity to deal with your grudges and constant competition."
"We don't ask for emotional bagage, we only want to share the good times with you," Esteban tried to convince you, and that bastard added the small corner smirk you liked so much on his lips.
His eyes were sparkling, the warm and comforting chocolate a perfect opposite to Pierre's fiery ocean blue. You'd be lying if you'd actually said you'd never thought of this, ever since Pierre joined Alpine. Both drivers were incredibly attractive in their own ways, Esteban being the nice guy with the kind attention and the desire to help and please, Pierre bringing the physical attraction and fun to the mix.
If you were completely honest, you knew this was a once in a lifetime offer and you'd forget about it in a week or two. This was just a night of fun. No one had to know about it, especially not your bosses, right?
You downed the last of your cocktail and slammed the glass back on the coffee table.
"Your room, Pierre. You're on the oceanside of the hotel and if I'm about to be fucked against a window, I'd rather have a nice view, if I'm honest."
#cozy night#drabbles galore#pierre gasly fanfiction#pierre gasly fanfic#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly x you#esteban ocon fic#esteban ocon fanfic#esteban ocon fanfiction#pierre gasly fic#esteban ocon x pierre gasly x reader#esteban ocon x you#esteban ocon x reader
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Behind the clouds is hiding the sun
HI GUYS ! 💜
Here is the next and the last chapter of part 1. I know it took so long to come, but I was overwhelmed! Like I said I have a lot of ideas, but I don't think many people like this fic that's why I'm thinking of dropping it or perhaps just write for me...
Words : almost 10k by OlympeF1
Chapters : 2/2
Pairing : Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc & Esteban Ocon, Max Verstappen & Esteban Ocon
Series : Part 1 of The sweet flail of Max and Charles as F1 parents
Summary :
Max and Charles decide to adopt Esteban, a six-year-old boy, who has already seen so many horrors. However, they know that the evidence is there. They left F1 several years ago, they live happily. But Max, like Charles, think that they are missing something. Max tries to understand what it means to love a child, and Charles becomes a real comfort to both of them.
OR: Upon discovering the first chapter the fluff is at its peak, before later revealing the dark files that lie behind a small child.
Snippet :
"Max, you're crushing my hand."
Yet Charles did nothing to unhook their linked fingers, simply accentuating the gentle circles he made with the pad of his thumb on his husband's hand. It was a movement that had always anchored him, as he too was petrified of what would happen next when they finally entered that children's home. But he never deviated from why they were here, which would allow him to move forward no matter what towards their destination. The future of better days for a little being already so flayed by life, was at stake and it became his mount in this ordeal, as when he had clung to his dream of world champion with Ferrari. After the rain, comes the good weather.
"Sorry schatje."
As if to ease the pain and thus make amends, the former Red Bull driver gently kissed their intertwined hands with his lips. This made the Monegasque smile tenderly, amused and at the same time admiring how much his love for this person never ran out of steam. Even planted in the middle of the sidewalk, a few meters from their destiny, facing a bed of daisies that had not been mowed for a while, Charles was still admiring the immeasurable love he had for this man. Thank God he had finally removed his blinders, blinded by a childish rivalry that had carried him for so many years, but which could have made him lose so much if he had continued in this blindness. Charles was no longer afraid to say, after years away from motorsport, that he would never have gotten where he is without Max. All his life, the former Monegasque driver, deep in his unconscious, had been looking for the recognition of this rival as a small jewel buried under the mines.
They were ready, even though his husband's blue stunts seemed only strewn with fear, Charles knew that the love they had felt when they read this child's file, was perceptible just behind. Closing his eyes for a moment, he could still look into Max's eyes, to read the certainty that he held the story of their future child in his fingers. Charles thought he had only seen this assurance when Max declared himself world champion before he had even entered F1. And even then, he's not sure it wasn't tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Charles knew that when they looked at this child, the obvious would explode in a million little fireworks. It was there.
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More drivers - Masterlist
🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs
The Loneliest ; George Russell - 🥀
You'll be the saddest part of me
First Burn ; Charles Leclerc - 🥀
Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms, all of your charms!
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esteban ocon masterlist
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Esteban Ocon Masterlist
𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓
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oops sorry Leora!! It's the Taurus Sun, Leo moon, Leo Rising anon here - I forgot to add my Venus which is in Pieces 💗
⊹ masterlist ⊹ taglist ⊹ game ⊹
LOADING... COMPLETED ! THE RESULTS HAD BEEN DECODED !
the lyran mage have matched you with ESTEBAN OCON!
- your leo rising + moon would just vibe with his leo rising placement. he LOVES your hair! if you love cats i hope they get along with dogs because you both are going to have a house with your pets and it's going to be like a babysitting center! pets are like your kids, but if you're not a pet enjoyer it's okay for esteban too. but you're almost like the same person except that he's probably more unhinged than you are. 100% would be sharing memes and be the paddock's loudest couple. expect that his phone gallery would also contain pictures of you being a meme material. you're rolling your eyes? congratulations, he's going to meme-fy you and upload it in his instagram close friends story! i don't make the rules乁[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ㄏ regardless, he's going to make you feel pretty. buy things that will make you look good. he would love to help you choose your outfit but there's one thing - can he please run his fingers through your hair? he's obsessed with it.
- your taurus sun could possibly be in opposition with his scorpio moon. there's a pull of being opposites in which may help you see the other sides of each other's perspective and emotions. if you both are mature, you will be able to learn and grow together as a couple. your mom is going to love him too as he can be sweet and charming at the same time! he would be cracking jokes and slip up compliments to hype your mom up. he has manners to bring gifts to your mom whenever he visits. man's got the blessing of your mother the first time she sees him.
- your pisces venus could end up overlaying his 8th house or 9th house. regardless, he sees your love something as deep and profound in which makes him feel secure towards you but also scares him sometimes because you're able to see him like an open book. it is possible that your pisces venus be in opposition with his virgo moon, regardless it is a pulling placement from one another!
any thoughts? thank you for participating! 𔘓
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Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Bad Reputation
Requested: on wattpad
Prompt: Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes
Warnings: mentions of s€x
"Wait. You know her?" Esteban asked in confusion. He was with his friends at his house. The boys asked to see the girl that he was always banging on about so he gave in and showed them her picture but he wasn't expecting anyone to know who she was. "Who doesn't know her? She used to be Brandon's fuck buddy mate." Esteban's world came tumbling down. He had spent so long looking for the perfect girl and this just...now what? "You're wrong." Esteban mumbles. "What? Mate, are you okay in the head? She's basically a whore." That was the final straw. "Get out of my house. All of you." He grabbed their coats and chucked them to his friends. "What do you mean? Why are you getting so mad over a whore?" Esteban wasn't having any of it. He shoved them out of the door and locked it behind him. He had to see Y/n. He had to know the truth. He ran to his phone and looked desperately for her contact. The phone began ringing and just as quickly as he dialled the number, she picked up. "Hey. What's up?" Her cheery voice said through the phone. "The guys are gone home. Do you want to come over?" He tried his best to not sound phased but deep down he was. It frightened him. "Yeah sure. I'll be there soon. See ya!" She hung up and he was left in silence.
His doorbell soon rang and it didn't take long for him to answer. He swung the door open and felt a relief seeing her beaming smile and bouncy eyes. "Are you doing okay? You look awfully pale." She said concerned. He nodded and brought her into his living room. She sat down and watched as he paced. "You're clearly not okay. What's going on?" Esteban ran his fingers through his short hair. "I don't know how to ask this, how to put it into words without-" He let out a loud groan. "You're really starting to worry me Esteban. What's up? Just tell me. You know you can say anything-" She didn't finish her sentence because she was cut off by Esteban. "Did you sleep with Brandon?" The colour drained from her face. She remembered that name, that person. She remembered everything he did to her and how Esteban could have easily gotten ear of the wrong side of the story. "I didn't sleep with him but if you'll let me, can I please tell my side of the story?" Esteban nodded. He wasn't mad, he just wanted to know why she didn't tell him. He wasn't going to let her ex affect the relationship he wanted with her.
"I was seventeen when I met him. We began dating not so long after and because I'd never had a boyfriend before, I kinda didn't care. I was like every girl around me, normal apparently. At my eighteenth birthday, he asked for a handjob and I said no because I wasn't ready. He then asked for a nude instead so he could at least do it himself so my inexperienced self agreed because I didn't want to lose him. I thought he cared about me. So I did it and sent it but then-" She paused to stop herself from crying but couldn't help it. The tears streamed down her face. Esteban felt horrible. He didn't want her feeling this way and he felt somehow responsible. "He sent it around to his friends and said we had sex which isn't true at all! I wanted to wait because I wasn't ready, I wanted it to mean something and now he just runs around telling people that I'm a whore and I can't seem to get anyone to stay all because of him. He's just- I hate him so much and it takes a lot for me to hate someone. "
"Hey, it doesn't matter. You've got me at least. I didnt believe a word of what I was told about you. I knew they just git the wrong side of the story." Y/n smiled. This was the first time she felt comfortable around someone in a long time. She got trust issues with everyone she met but now Esteban came an d knocked them all down, he actually listened to her talking. "I don't know if this is a misopportune time or if it's inappropriate at this moment but I love you. I have loved you for a while now, I just didn't know how to go about it really so I'm saying it now. I love you." And now he's saying she loves her? Her day can't possibly get any better. "You really love me? You don't care about-" He cuts her off with a kiss. She melts into it, just taking in every moment of this wishing it would last forever. "I don't care about who you were, I care about who you are and who you are going to be. I love you, end of story." He wipes the tears from her cheeks, leaving traces of mascara mixed with tears on his thumbs. "I really, really love you too Esteban. I- this is going to sound silly but do you mind maybe kissing me again?" That was all the confirmation he needed. He had secured the girl he loved not for her looks but for who she was inside and for him, it was the inside that mattered; her Bad Reputation didn't do anything for him, he loved her for her normal, caring self, for her.
#f1 oneshots#f1 oneshot#f1 blurb#f1 imagine#f1#esteban ocon x reader#esteban ocon oneshot#esteban ocon fanfic#esteban ocon
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Summer 22′ New Prompts List
Hii guys! Now that I’m getting back into writing some more I decided to make a new prompt list :) feel free to send me some requests with these :)
You can find my ask box here and here is a reminder of my writing rules and here is my old prompt list which I will still accept from
Here is my Masterlist so you can see anything I’ve already written :)
For any requests I’ll need the Name(s) and the prompt(s)
E.g: Sebastian Vettel with prompts NF11 and NF17 please :)
Fluff
NF1 - meeting the family / friends for the first time.
NF2 - stargazing
NF3 - first date
NF4 - “I love you”
NF5 - “but what if I fall?” “But darling what if you fly?”
NF6 - cooking together
NF7 - “you’re blushing, how cute”
NF8 - building a blanket fort with the kids
NF9 - self care night
NF10 - “I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you”
NF11 - welcoming your first baby home
NF12 - them looking after you when you’re sick
NF13 - finding out you’re pregnant
NF14 - getting caught in the rain
NF15 - “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
NF16 - teaching you how to drive
NF17 - "how did i get so lucky to have you in my life?"
NF18 - first time meeting them, love at first sight.
NF19 - “just one date, and if you don’t fall in love with me then I’ll let it go”
NF20 - “I’m so proud of you”
Smut
NS1 - “don’t give me that look”
NS2 - “don’t you dare do that again”
NS3 - first time together
NS4 - comforting / congratulating them on a bad / good race.
NS5 - “do I make you nervous?”
NS6 - “I love how you look on your knees”
NS7 - “shh, there’s people in the next room”
NS8 - “if we get caught I am NOT taking the blame”
NS9 - “How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”
NS10 - “I'm not jealous, it’s just you’re mine”
NS11 - “It’s not my fault you keep turning me on”
NS12 - car sex in the rain
NS13 - sex in the bathroom on a night out
NS14 - “what? You’ve never had a three way before?”
NS15 - “no panties?”
NS16 - sundress and quickies in the woods
NS17 - “don’t start something you can’t finish”
NS18 - “we’re just friends” “Y/N, friends don’t do this kind of stuff”
NS19 - couples first sex toys
NS20 - the wedding night.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍
Part One , Part Two ' ' 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 ' '
· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` no! you’re married to me! she’s the other woman! ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being in love with your friend is the best! Until your wort dream comes true.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ lando norris x friend!reader (one-sided love)
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ angsty…?
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 ୨୧ The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey
𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ sheeee’sss baaaaacckkkkk!!! so sorry i’ve left you guys high and dry! this work isn’t my favorite but definitely improved in my eyes! for my other mclaren supporters, how are we feeling with the results so far? personally, we can always improve, but I’m very happy with how they have been so far! Especially Oscar! :) (OP81 fic coming soon! 😉 )
hmmmm kinda feeling to make a part two but I will let you all decide! ;))
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y/n.jpeg pre-race-week pizza day :)) someone is now banned from the kitchen after almost setting the AirBnB on fire.
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landonorris it’s not my fault it had a hard oven to use 🙄
→ y/n.jpeg says the one that left the pizza in the oven for MORE THAN TWO HOURS???
→ username1 TWO HOURS????
→ username2 don’t let that man cook ever again.
→ y/n.jpeg trust me, i plan on it
→ landonorris you just don’t know real gourmet dishes.
→ y/n.jpeg okay buddy 💀
maxverstappen1 i think chrales met his match for worst cook
→ charles_leclerc the next race it won’t be just a inchident.
→ maxvertsappen1 🤐
→ username3 THAT’S CRAZY 😭😭
ybsf_username WE NEED TO HANG OUT SOON :(( i don’t want to see you spend time only with this stinky man
→ y/n.jpeg DW I GOT YOU 🙏🙏
→ landonorris STINKY?!?!?!
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y/n.jpeg has posted a story!
[Caption!]: Me and Pookie #1 cheering for Pookie #2! (w/ @ ybsf_username)
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y/n.jpeg congrats to my boy and everyone for the tremendous job they did! congrats to @ mclaren for their placement this race.
p.s. Y/Bsf/N and Lando met for the first time today! I think they like each other 🙃
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ybsf_username my gf is so pretty 😍😍😍
→ landonorris who said she’s your gf??
→ ybsf_username why are you asking???
→ username5 not them fighting over Y/N 💀
ybsf_username i hate him i’m gonna chop his weenie off
→ landonorris im feeling rather unsafe right now.
→ username4 LMAOOO
username5 SHES SO PRETTY
landonorris i don’t like your friend she’s scary.
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therealyn_ln they are friends now! nothing a little partying can’t fix 🥂
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ybsf_username okay he’s not the worst 🙄 🙄
→ therealyn_ln :))
→ landonorris i’m honored
→ ybsf_username don’t think this would be a usual thing for me to admit mr. norris.
→ landonorris yes ma’am 🫡
→ username11 I can’t be the only one sensing some romantic-ish tension here am i?
→ username12 time for your meds gram-gram!!
username6 oh god
username7 after the last post celebration post I don’t know what to expect…
username8 i’m so happy the duo is expanding into a trio
username9 someone check on Y/N
→ y/n.jpeg no need! I’m fine!
→ oscarpiastri how many drinks did you have again?
→ y/n.jpeg 12 why?
→ oscarpiastri yep we’re taking you home.
y/n.jpeg guys, is it normal to think you guy best friend is hot?
y/n.jpeg why don’t I like it that they are laughing together
y/n.jpeg i don’t want him to forget about me
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username10 i can’t be the only one that saw those comments… right?
y/n.jpeg i think i had too much to drink…
→ oscarpiastri you think?
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y/n.jpeg the vienna balls are pretty cool. absolutely loved it in austria! 3 days till race day :)
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username13 idk guys this rubs me the wrong way.
username14 this feels… so forcibly positive?
username15 she literally looks like the third wheel not even a friend :(
landonorris haha balls
→ ybsf_username you re literally so immature
→ landonorris piss off, suck these balls.
ybsf_username my girl looks so gorgeous
→ y/n.jpeg right back at you wifey
→ landonorris so does mine 🥴
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→ ybsf_username no.
→ username16 uhm!
→ username17 Oh!!
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landonorris bone apple teeth as the french say
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charles_leclerc that is not how you say it in french.
→ landonorris oui oui baguette Monsieur Leclerc
→ charles_leclerc 😐
→ pierregasly 😐
→ estebanocon 🥖 🍷
username18 who is that? where is y/n for pre-race-week pizza day? :(
→ username24 it’s never pre-race-week pizza day without y/n :(
username19 guys… that’s not Y/N’s hair color…
username20 call me crazy but i think that’s Y/Bsf/N
→ username21 that makes no sense…
→ username22 i mean, lately, lando has been spending more time with her…
→ username23 not only that, y/n looks like her own third-wheel to friends that just met each other. Have you seen their posts together over the past couple of weeks?
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y/n.jpeg girls grils glirs !!
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lailahasanovic the best 🩶
→ y/n.jpeg mwah mwah
→ mickschumacher :(
→ lailahasanovic still love you though lovey 🫶
→ mickschumacher :)
lilymhe FUNTIME FUNTIME FUNTIME
y/n.jpeg guys don’t drink if you are under 18
y/n.jpeg or 21 if you are a weird american
→ logansargeant this feels aimed.
→ y/n.jpeg noooooo
y/n.jpeg guys i’m at my limit!!! and not with alcohol!!
→ username24 Y/N :(((
→ franciscac.gomes literally call me right now. we’ll have a pasta night! :)
→ y/n.jpeg what about pierre??
→ franciscac.gomes he won’t mind!
→ pierregasly I won’t???
→ franciscac.gomes now you won’t!
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y/n.jpeg pasta night with my girl is better than pizza :)
ps. thank you big brother pierre for the photos 🫶
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pierregasly anything for my girlfriend’s girlfriend
→ franciscac.gomes mwah mwah ❤️
→ y/n.jpeg best honorary big brother
→ pierregasly normally I don’t like this… but I’ll let it slide.
→ franciscac.gomes 😼 😼 😼
username24 BIG BROTHER PIERRE!!
username25 i hope Y/N finds someone that loves her :(
alexandrasaintmleux sorry I couldn’t join :((
→ y/n.jpeg don’t worry alex 💕 it’ not our fault charles stole you from us
charles_leclerc what is the pasta recipe? it looks delicious 😋
→ y/n.jpeg one you can’t make and one you definitely can’t serve to alex.
charles_leclerc enough. 😒 😒
y/n.jpeg men ain’t shit ladies!!
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