#esteban ocon fic
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The Thrill Of The Chase
Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: romantic tension, fernando being a protective uncle, elena is giving mean girl vibes in this (no hate to her I just needed a plot lmao), unspoken feelings, hidden meanings, alcohol and the consumption of, hints to infidelity, symptoms of a panic attack, google translated spanish, fernando and andrea are still together in this, lance and mick are the best duo a girl can ask for.
Word Count: 4.8k
Author’s Note: dedicated to @oconso - happy birthday miss girl! <33 thank you for always being insane with me and hopefully we have many more middle of the night in sync moments lmaoooo - I hope you like this :)) also yes, I had to use your fav estie gif duhhhh
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Spanish Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
"Esteban!” you squealed, the man wrapping his arms around you when he saw you. “P12 dude,” your hand rested on his bicep, giving it a squeeze.
“I know, could be better,” he shrugged, giving you a smile. Esteban’s hands were on your waist, his thumb passing back and forth over your side. The two of you smiled at each other in the middle of the garage without care in the world.
It was moments like this that made you realize the feelings you held for the man but then reality sets in; the sound of the drills, the smell of the gasoline, the screaming and shouting of fans.
You and Esteban were attached at the hip, the two of you were only two years apart in age but it made no difference, you were basically the same person. You catered to each other’s every need without realizing and everyone can seem to see it except for the two of you.
Now despite the romance you two found yourselves in, there were a few massive obstacles in your way.
The first big issue is the fact that your uncle, Fernando, was Esteban’s teammate.
Despite the two of them being good friends, he warned of you to be careful around Esteban and if you two were to find yourselves together, Fernando would forbid you from coming to any more races - you were sure he was joking.
Secondly, Esteban was already in a relationship.
His girlfriend Elena was a wonderful woman who cared about him deeply but according to Esteban, who confided in you more often than not, they had hit a bit of a rocky patch.
There had always been a tension between you and the driver; a sort of spark that’s deniable.
Had someone dropped a match in the garage at this, it’d go up in flames and not because of the gasoline.
“Y/n?” Your uncle calls from his end of the garage, “let’s get a snack.” He nods towards the exit of the garage.
You nod, taking a step back from Esteban but not before the Frenchman gives your side a playful pinch. You swatted his hand away, laughing as you walked away. Glancing over your shoulder, Esteban gives you a smile when your eyes meet his.
Fernando reaches for your hand, interlocking fingers with you like you were 10 years old; you were certain sometimes he forgets you weren’t.
He’d always looked out for you like you were his own, he’s been the only father figure you’ve known so you tend to give in to him when he treats you like a little kid. Your parents separated when you were young; barely 5 years old and even before that, your father was never truly present. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything but seeing all your friends with their fathers, it hurt you to know you were missing out on that. Even as a kid you sensed it was different for you than it was for other kids.
There was always one person you could count on, your tío Nando.
You couldn't fully say Fernando as a child and it came out more like Nando, the name stuck to this day.
“Tío, slow down.” You pulled your hand away from him as he practically dragged you from the garage.
More often than not, you used the pathway behind the garages and between the hospitality buildings, a secret pathway away from the cameras and the shouting fans.
The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Mija, you need to be careful.”
“Of what?” You looked down, wondering if you had stepped on a wire or something.
Fernando grabbed your hands, pulling your focus back to him. “Esteban,” he starts, giving you a warning glance. “He has a girlfriend.”
Your brows pulled together, unsure what he meant. “I know that, what are you trying to say, tío? Escúpelo por favor.” (spit it out, please.) You huffed, not up for his hidden messages today.
“Esteban might not realize what he's doing and clearly you don’t either otherwise you would stay away. Don’t get caught up with him, y/n. He’s gonna get you into trouble, don’t let him pull you in.”
“We're just friends.” You remind the man.
Fernando huffed, arms folded across his chest as he gave you a disapproving look that portrayed more of an are you serious vibe than anything else. He knew you weren’t stupid but he also remembered what it was like to be your age; falling in love happens fast.
It’s exactly what’s happening to you and he doesn't want to see you hurt.
“Tío, I'm not stupid. I know what you mean but Estie and I?” You smiled, “just friends.”
“Las amigas no se miran así, cariño.” (friends don't look at each other like that, sweetheart.)
You aren’t fully sure what he meant by that but the words hung over your head all afternoon, an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you tried to figure it out but eventually you called it quits.
No need to worry yourself about that, Esteban has a girlfriend and you two were just friends. Right?
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French Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
P6 for tío Nando and P8 for Esteban; a good weekend for Alpine.
Esteban was happy to be in the points for his home race, a podium would be better but he’s not complaining. He had been in a good mood all weekend, he was home and his family had joined him for all 3 days; his parents and his girlfriend, Elena. The woman was a bit skeptical of you, giving you a look every now and then but you kept your distance from Esteban.
Fernando’s words rang in your head and you couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in your stomach.
You’re on your uncle’s side of the garage, leaning on the wall as you watched them start to disassemble the car. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, hence why the Frenchman startled you when he placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, a smile on his face. You give him a tight lipped one in return, his brows furrow momentarily. “You alright?” He asked, his hand still on your arm.
“Yeah,” you nod, glancing around the garage. “Congrats on P8. Massive drive, Esteban.”
That was the cherry on top of the unusually weird cake to him; you never called him Esteban. It was always Este or Estie, even Estie Bestie but you don’t call him Esteban unless you were introducing him to someone.
“Okay,” he says, brows furrowed so deeply you could see the creases on his forehead.
“What’s going on? You’ve got a weird smile on your face, you’re keeping your distance, you didn’t even give me my congratulatory hug. Are you not feeling well or something?” He rattles on options to explain your weird behaviour for another minute or so before he follows your line of sight to the blonde giggling away on the other side of the garage; Elena.
Esteban suddenly gets why you’ve been so distant towards him all weekend.
The driver looks at you, an apologetic look on his face as if he’s done something wrong by bringing his girlfriend to his home race. You shook your head, your quiet way of telling him to stop feeling sorry.
A change of topic comes when his phone buzzes in his hand. “Come to the club with us,” he says.
“Who’s us?” You asked.
“Me, Mick, Lance and Elena.”
You hummed, not really wanting to spend the evening with Esteban and his girlfriend.
Before you could answer, the girlfriend in question comes over to him, her chin on his left shoulder and her arm tossed over the right. “What’s up?” She asked him quietly, dismissing the fact that you were right there.
“I invited y/n to join us tonight.” His hand rests on hers, a smile on his face.
Elena looks at you, a look that you can’t fully make out on her face. There’s a sort of skepticism but also hatred mixed in; the nagging feeling in your stomach returns.
“Yeah,” she nods, “it’ll be fun, you should join us.”
“Okay,” you shrug, “maybe. I have to see if tío has plans for the evening. He was saying something about dinner with Andrea.”
Elena scoffs, a snicker to follow it. “You’re having dinner with your uncle?”
Your brows furrowed, looking at her unsure as to why she’s laughing. Esteban butts in before you could say anything to her, and he can’t help but notice the slight anger on your face - something only he would notice. “They’re close, babe. Just leave her alone.” He tells her, taking a step towards you and away from her.
You can’t help the smirk on your face but you clear your throat, smiling at her and Esteban. “Even if you're going to dinner, you can come after if you're up for it? Mick is coming by later because he’s going somewhere with Seb, maybe you can get a ride with him. Text him, I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up.”
“Yeah, okay.” You smiled.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, Fernando wrapped up with media duties and the briefing before you both met Andrea and headed back to the hotel.
You were sat in the back, Andrea sat next to Fernando in the front. “Did you still want to do dinner, tío?” You called and he looked over at Andrea for a response.
“We were thinking it’d be nice to do dinner.” She shifts in her seat to look back at you. “Did you have plans, amor?”
“I mean.. sorta? They invited me to go to the club with them.”
“Who’s they?” Fernando asks, knowing you weren’t gonna get off the hook so easily.
It's not like you needed to give him every single detail of your life but when you ran in the same circles of Formula One drivers, there isn’t much secrecy anyways. One way or the other, he'd find out. Whether it's the photos being posted by those on the night out or the paparazzi, he'd know.
“Esteban, Elena, Mick and Lance.”
“Mija-” he starts but Andrea sets her hand on top of his that rested on her leg, “let her go, Fernando. She’s young, she doesn’t need to be stuck talking politics and race stats with us at dinner.”
The car comes to a stop at the red light. Fernando looks over his girlfriend who juts her chin at him, silently telling him to give in and then he looks into the rearview mirror, right at you.
“Just.. be careful, okay? No quiero verte lastimado.” (I don’t want to see you hurt.)
"Si claro, gracias tío.” (yeah sure, thank you uncle.)
You reached over, resting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder. “eres la mejor, tía.” (you’re the best, auntie.) The woman laughs, resting her own hand on yours.
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Mick did in fact return to the hotel to drop Sebastian off, the older German held the door open for you as you walked down, meeting them by the car. He shut it after you got into the car, Mick rolling down the window.
“You kids have fun,” Seb says, leaning down to see into the car.
“We will,” Mick smiles, “tell Hanna and the kids I said hello.”
“I will, be safe you two.”
“Bye Seb!” You waved to him as Mick pulled off.
The two of you were the first to arrive, despite showing up an hour later than they had planned. You two had a drink, settling in for a bit before they showed up. Next was Lance, whose name was attached to the booth. The 3 of you headed over there and shortly after Esteban showed up with Elena and a few of her friends.
It was a quiet night, no drama and just fun.
Mick was dancing with a girl from the bar and Lance had been chatting up some model he met. You knew Lance well enough to know he won’t be taking her home, he was a commitment type of guy. She was just for the night, well more like just for the club.
You sat by the railing, watching the people squished together on the dance floor, jumping along to the beat. Someone walks over, sitting next to you.
Esteban.
The man hands you a glass, the smell alone was enough to make your head spin. “Jesus, did you dump the whole vodka bottle in here?”
Esteban chuckled, “I put what was left, too strong?” He looks at you, watching your face grimace as you take a sip. “I appreciate the sentiment but this is disgusting.” The two of you laughed when you set the glass down.
“Where's your other half?” You asked, he took a sip of his water before nodding towards the other side of the booth. Elena was there with her friends, the 3 of them taking photos.
“In the middle of a photoshoot,” he raises his brows, taking another sip of his water.
You hum, reaching over to the table. You poured two shots out, offering one to Esteban who politely declined by shaking his head. “Don’t drink, remember?”
“Right,” you downed the contents on one glass and set it down. “Forgot you’re a goody two shoes,” you downed the other one.
Esteban gave you a confused look but brushed it off, laughing at your comment. “I’m not a goody two shoes.”
You shrugged, sitting next to him and Esteban looked over at you. The two of you weren’t club people, he went out more than you did but this isn’t your scene.
His knee nudges yours, causing you to look over at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You seem.. distant? You’ve been off all weekend, y/n.”
“Esteban-” he cuts you off with a groan, “there you go again! What is it with you and my name?”
An exasperated look on your face, arms folded across your chest. “What do you want me to call you, Esteban ?”
“Something other than my name, y/n.”
“You just called me by my name.”
“I’m sorry.” He says.
“What for ?” You asked, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the man next to you.
Esteban looks over at his girlfriend and then back to you again; there he goes. He needed to stop this, it was a terrible habit for him to develop. He should know there was no need for him to be apologizing for his girlfriend being there.
He didn’t owe you anything, despite him feeling like he did.
“Esteban-” You start but he stops you, resting a hand on top of yours.
Your hand sandwiched between the cold leather of the seat and the warmth of his large hand, he looks at you, like really looks at you; his eyes meet yours and it's like everything around you fades away.
“It should be you instead.”
The words catch you off guard. You looked at Esteban, brows furrowed and a look of surprise on your face.
You aren’t given a moment to respond or even wrap your head around it before Elena was coming over, shouting her boyfriend’s name.
“Come take a photo with me!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat. She seems to miss the look of utter shock on your face. Elena looks around for her friends to take the photo but sees that they’ve run off to dance.
“Here,” she passed the phone, practically forcing it into your hand. “Take it for us?” You can’t exactly say no when she’s staring you down.
“Uh- yeah okay.” You get up, following them a few steps.
Her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand on her hip. Elena smiled at the camera, leaning into her boyfriend and despite Esteban looking in the direction of what seems to be the camera, his eyes were fixed on you. They were burning into your skin, every passing glance left a mark that once made you feel loved but now made you feel confused and above all else, disgusting.
How could you allow yourself to fall so in love with a man that you knew could never be yours?
“Here you go,” you handed the phone over to her, taking a step away from them. Before Esteban gets the chance to say anything, you’re off towards the bar.
Mick was there, the woman he was once dancing with had now vanished. “You alright?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.
He smiles at you, nodding. “Legs hurt,” he swings them back and forth off the side of the stool.
“I think I'm gonna head home.”
“Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to fully face you.
“Yeah,” you smiled, “just tired.”
Mick knew you well enough to know something was up, he could see it from the moment he picked you up but he knew better than to dig at you. You’d speak to him when you were ready.
“Do you need a ride?” He goes to stand but you stop him. “I’ll be okay. You stay, have fun.”
“Get back safely!” He called after you, waving as you walked out.
The night was breezy, a welcomed change from the blazing hot sun you had been getting all weekend. You sat on the bench, waiting for your Uber to arrive and you couldn't help the sickening feeling creeping up the back of your throat.
You swallowed the feeling as best as you could, your fingers rubbing- digging into your sternum the entire ride back to the hotel.
By the time you get out of the elevator, your eyes are filled with tears, making it impossible to find the key you had tossed in your purse. The shots of tequila were kicking in, your head spinning and your heart pounding out of your chest as you stumbled through the hallways. A hand dragged across the hideously beige walls, ones you can’t bring yourself to pay much attention to; the sight of them alone reminds of you puking and you were nauseous enough.
The hand moves from the beige wall to the brown wooden door in front of you.
“Y/n?” Andrea freezes in her spot when she opens the door. “Fernando!!” She pulls you into the room, her arm over your shoulders as she leads you over to the couch.
The man looks over his shoulder, getting up when he sees his niece in tears. His hands cup your cheeks, looking at you with a display of fatherly concern - a look you hadn’t seen since your teen years.
“Cariño, ¿qué pasó?” (sweetheart, what happened?) He asks you, moving you to sit with him as Andrea gets you a glass of water.
“I feel so stupid,” you sniffled, leaning into your uncle. “Tío, he doesn’t even.. I mean, I don’t even know how to feel. He makes me feel so stupid.”
Fernando rubbed your arm softly, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “You’re young, mija.. and in love.”
“No!” You huffed, sitting up a little too quickly.
He grabbed your arm to steady you, holding back his laughter when he saw the ‘angry’ face you’ve put on. It reminds of him when you were a little girl, you’d get upset with him for being away for too long - you had yet to understand that he needed to be away for work. When he’d show you all the fun treats and souvenirs he’d brought back for you, all was forgiven and he was back in your good graces.
“Y/n,” he starts but you stop him.
“I'm not in love with him. I hate him.”
Your uncle scolded you, “don’t say that! Hate is a strong word, mi amor. You're drunk, you don’t mean it.”
“I do!” You pulled your lips together, holding back the urge to cry again. Fernando pulled you into him, rubbing your back as you broke down into tears for what felt like the millionth time since you’ve arrived.
“I hate him.”
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Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
It had been a long weekend, not just for Alpine but for the entire paddock.
Sebastian has announced his retirement from Formula One the morning of media day for the Hungarian Grand Prix which sent the media and the paddock into a frenzy.
The biggest question that was left was who would be replacing Sebastian come the 2023 season?
Little did anyone know, it was your tío Nando.
It was well overdue; Esteban and Fernando had a bit of squabble during the Hungarian Grand Prix and it caused a nasty shift in the team and the way those two behaved towards each other. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and partly responsible for what happened.
Esteban had a feeling you were upset with him and he attempted to speak to you that weekend in Hungary but you ignored him to the best of your abilities. Fernando seemed to realize that Esteban wasn’t taking the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him and he took on your battle for you.
Fatherly intuition you could say.
Your uncle took your detachment from his French teammate personally, so much so that he upped and left the team; now it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor.
After the weekend in Hungary, they went into summer break aka silly season. Fernando and Aston announced that he would be joining the team and you avoided the paddock once they returned from break.
Tío Nando begged you to come to the final race. You and your mother, along with your grandparents had joined him in Abu Dhabi.
Now your uncle loved you like a daughter and he'd never put you in an uncomfortable position. He made sure to ask if you’d be okay with being there, given that had happened between you and Esteban.
As much as he wanted you to be there, he'd never put you somewhere you didn’t want to be.
You assured him you'd be fine and you were, you just avoided the Frenchman like the plague.
The final race had ended, the media was now focused on Sebastian’s departure and everyone was trying to grab a few seconds with the man. You on the other hand, had made sure to speak to him prior to the race start as well as pop over and say hello to Hanna and the kids.
Fernando was still at Alpine, saying his final goodbye to the team and staff, your mother and grandparents were inside, hiding from the humidity.
You were sitting on a trolley in the corner of the garage, one of the mechanics had offered you a ride through the back of hospitality buildings on his way back from who knows where. You had hopped on and were left sitting there when he stopped the trolley to go do his job.
The man who you had been avoiding spots you, waving to you with a smile on his face. You couldn't look away fast enough and made eye contact with him but you didn’t wave back.
It struck Esteban as odd, he wasn’t sure why you’d been avoiding him. Fernando was leaving, you could speak to him without your uncle getting upset.
Your phone was on your lap, the screen lights up and the buzzing caught your attention, causing you to look down.
From Estie Bestie: You’re the one thing I’m going to miss about Fernando.
To Estie Bestie: That’s a nice way of saying you won’t miss him.
From Estie Bestie: I won’t but I’ll miss you.
To Estie Bestie: You shouldn’t.
From Estie Bestie: Why not?
To Estie Bestie: For starters, you have a girlfriend.
From Estie Bestie: Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we can’t be friends. You’re my friend, Y/n.
To Estie Bestie: Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me, Esteban.
You left it at that, not bothering to check if he responded. You stuck the phone in your pocket when your uncle walked over, helping you up. “Why are you on the trolley?” He asked, looking at you a bit confused.
You shrugged, smiling. “Why not?”
The man chuckled, “¿estas bien?” (you're okay?) He asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded, the smile stays on your face. “Sí, claro.” (yes, of course.)
“Good,” he smiles. You tell him you’re heading outside, you wanted to see Mick before he left and Fernando says okay, letting you go without a question. Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to get out of that garage; despite the massive space, you felt like you were suffocating after the exchange with Esteban.
You had only gotten a few steps outside the garage when someone shouts for you; “y/n! Wait up!”
You knew the voice from the moment you heard it and yet, you looked over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to escape.
Speak of the devil.
You stopped, waiting for him to catch up with you. You’d think for a man that was 70% legs that he’d move a bit faster.
Finally, he reached up to you, huffing as he caught his breath. Your brows furrowed, the judgement evident on your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that warmed your heart.
You almost forget you’re supposed to be staying away from him.
“What do you want, Esteban ?”
The man rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I wanted to ask, what did you mean when you said friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me?”
You couldn't believe his cluelessness but you stood there, “you look at me in a way that.. you shouldn’t be.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that you have a girlfriend, Esteban. You shouldn't be looking at me like that.”
“Like what, y/n?” He pried, wanting to get to the bottom of this.
He was getting on your nerves, you just snapped. “Like you fucking want me, Esteban! I'm sick and tired of this, we can't keep doing this. I can’t be in love with you when you don’t love me.”
A look of relief on his face, a smile on his lips and you were confused, frozen in spot as he stepped closer to you. “Who told you I don’t love you, hm?”
Your eyes met his. “You don’t.”
“I do,” he sighs, “god, you have no idea how much I love you, y/n.”
“Esteban-” “Shut up, don’t call me that.”
You looked at the man in front of you, his hand was warm when it mets your cheek. You could see the wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles and the curve of his nose.
It took everything in you not to reach out to him.
“We can’t.” You whispered, the noise filled the surrounding but it felt as if it was just the two of you, not a single soul could pull you away from each other.
Esteban leans into you, his lips ghost over yours. “We can, y/n. We can.”
His lips met yours, and not to be dramatic, you truly felt as if this was what you were waiting for; if fireworks could pop now, they would. His free hand reaches for your lower back, pulling you flush against him and your hand rests on his jaw, not ever wanting to let go of the man.
But alas, it was not in the cards for you two.
You took a step back, his hand remained on your back as did your hand on his jaw. The look on your face said everything you needed to and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.
“I’m sorry-” before you can continue, he stops you. “I know.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, his own hand holding yours.
Your hand pulls away as you take a few steps back. The man watched as you walked off, turning back once to look at him.
You stopped for a moment and something in Esteban held out hope; hope that you'd run back to him and change your mind, that you'd figure it out together.
But instead, you spoke the final words he'd ever hear from you.
“Goodbye Esteban.”
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ditty and estie greet the world || eo31 scenario
dad!esteban ocon x mom!ofc (british royal!ofc) ft. ocon!baby
POTENTIAL EXTENSION TO THE ROYAL RESEMBLANCE (SMAU)
Summary: Diana ‘Ditty’ Ocon made her presence known to the formula one world as a two year old during the FIA prize giving ceremony. Her sweetness, however, was what encouraged her parents Albertine and Esteban to show the world her capabilities as a shy toddler.
Content warning: dad!Esteban content 😚, fluff, based on an idea I brought up to a moot, shitty French translation, Lissie Mackintosh segment, shy toddler being cheered on, OFC and baby resembles Princess Diana
Note: Having an Oscar Piastri brain rot atm but I need to get wholesome dad!F1 driver out of my system. I’m currently restraining my brain from writing more smut rn.
My friend would’ve gotten twenty dollars from me if Ferrari won this race but noooo they didn’t soooo. Enjoy xx
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“Tu es très jolie, Ditty ! Maman t'a-t-elle habillée?” You look very pretty, Ditty! Did Mummy dress you up?
“Mummy m'habille!” Mummy dress me! The little girl who sat on the Alpine driver’s lap grinned toothily at her father, babbling at her parents as she continued to speak, “Papa, rentre bientôt chez toi?” Go home soon?
“Darling,” Albie laughed heartily, “Nous venons de quitter l'hôtel!” We just left the hotel.
“But go home soon?” Diana Marie-François Elisabeth Ocon-Khelfane, or Ditty to most, was a delightful little girl. Her great uncle Charles Spencer recalled his eldest sister’s childhood photos and how much resemblance did Ditty have to Princess Diana. Everyone in Esteban and Albertine’s family knew that, much like Albie, Ditty was a carbon copy of Diana Spencer.
Though if you were to ask anyone, Ditty was more like Diana than Albie was. Ditty was more reserved and shy— she had gotten her personality from Esteban, who often took a while to get used to new people before warming up to them. It was no wonder why Estie and Ditty made the bestest of friends— they liked to attach themselves to each other AND to Albie.
“We’re not going home soon, pretty,” Albie told Ditty gently, fixing her daughter’s bow as the girl continued to look up with the brightest blue eyes to have ever existed. Her eyes, no matter how bright, were shaped like her father’s— so no one could really oppose and say that she wasn’t her father’s daughter. “Papa’s going to get his award soon, no? We’ll be there for Papa, Ditty.”
“A- ‘wawd?” Ditty’s brows furrowed a little as she looked up at Estie with a puzzled look. “What is ‘ward?”
“C'est quand vous avez fait quelque chose de vraiment, vraiment bien et que vous en obtenez quelque chose de bon,” It’s when you do something really really good that you get something good out of it. Esteban explained to Ditty with a grin.
“Like you eating your veggies,” Estie continued. “What does Mummy give you?”
“Pain au choc’lat?”
“Oui, mon bebe,” Estie nodded. “Except Papa’s getting something else. Not pain au chocolat!”
Apparently, it was going to be a struggle— getting Ditty to socialize with everyone around them. It took Albie a while to unattach the toddler in her arms.
Only for the girl to cling to Esteban as she hid her face away from the press and other people. She kept her hands wrapped around Estie’s neck as her blonde hair appeared in the pictures, journalists and photographers asking Estie and Albie to pose for the cameras. They didn’t relent, allowing Ditty to hide her little cherub face away for a brief moment as the couple waved and smiled.
Albie, realizing that she had the little mouse plush on her hand (one that Ditty called ‘Cheese’), put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder gently and caught the toddler’s attention. “Want your friend Cheese, Dit?”
Ditty lifted her face off her dad’s shoulder for a brief moment and nodded, “Mewci, Mummy,” before hiding away again.
Estie and Albie exchanged looks and chuckled, amused at their daughter’s demeanour.
“Ditty, bebe,” Estie told the girl, “Cheese wants to say hi to everyone. You want to wave too?”
“Oh, I want to say hi, indeed, Papa!” Albie mimicked a different voice, as if she was pretending to be Cheese. “Pouvons-nous dire bonjour ensemble, Ditty?” Can we please say hi together, Ditty?
“See? He wants to wave— show him, like this—“ Estie smiled at the cameras and waved. Albie followed along, cameras flashing as they smiled.
Slowly but surely, Ditty’s hand began to wave. She hadn’t realized that Cheese was on her hand, but she was doing what her Mummy and Papa were doing. That was enough for her.
And when they reached the F1 host for the red carpet, Ditty went back to hiding. This time, she clutched Cheese in her hand as Esteban got interviewed by Lissie Mackintosh.
“This is actually amazing— seeing you in P3 in the championship’s. I’m quite happy to see you become successful this season,” Lissie complimented Esteban. “Are you looking forward to the next one? Do you know what your next steps are?”
“I— I’m actually really excited for the next season,” Esteban grinned, not even aware that he’s carrying her daughter in his arms as he continued to answer. “With how things went with the car and successful communication between my team and I, I thought that it gave me more confidence to move on with the next season. And even if there will be a struggle, I know that we’ll be able to sort it out.”
“I like that,” Lissie nodded before she noticed the girl hiding away in Esteban’s arms. The host continued to ask regardless, “But for now you’re just here to celebrate your successes and you’ll be getting your prize for the P3. And I can tell that you’re here with your family too! How amazing is that!”
“—Mrs. Albertine Ocon, it’s very nice to see you,” Lissie continued as the royal princess smiled and greeted back. “It’s been quite a handful this season, huh? I’m very glad to see you back in the Formula One celebrations and events— we’ve missed your presence in the paddock.”
“Ah yes,” the British princess chuckled, “just because I was gone for a while it didn’t mean I wasn’t doing anything.”
“We all know that,” Lissie rolled her eyes playfully. “You probably had been working harder than your husband in here!”
“Hey!” Esteban laughed alongside the two women before he nodded in agreement, “Well, I can’t really deny that! This little darling right here was a hard work made by Albie and me but… Albie’s done more to help her grow, you know?”
Speaking of the devil…
Ditty Ocon finally grew tired of hiding away as she lifted her head and looked in front of her, cowering under the watchful eyes and camera pointed at her and her family before she hid again.
Esteban chuckled and reassured, “No, no, it’s okay, bebe! Just wave! Like we did!”
Ditty, feeling a bit hesitant, waved lightly and continued to clutch Cheese the mouse in her hand.
“You look absolutely beautiful!” Lissie complimented the girl with a grin, trying to be as chill to allow the girl to grow comfortable with her. “Can you tell us what your name is?”
Ditty looked at her parents as she hid her face from everyone, earning soft chuckles and a series of ‘awww’ from her surroundings.
Everyone already knew that she was Princess Diana in the making with the shyness that she showed everyone.
But Esteban and Albertine Ocon weren’t about to let her meekness get in the way of her opportunity to be friendly to others.
Esteban started, “It’s okay if you want to speak French, mon ange.”
He looked back at Lissie, “She prefers talking to people in French first before English.”
“Ah,” Lissie nodded.
“It’s okay, darling,” Albie cooed quietly, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ears as the princess continued, “they're nice people. We talk to them.”
“Can you say… ‘je’…” Esteban instructed his daughter.
Ditty, with all her capabilities at the moment, had mumbled to the microphone, “Je…”
“Suis…”
“Su’…”
“…Ditty.”
“…D—tty,” the girl mumbled with lack of confidence.
“Je suis Ditty!” Esteban repeated with a grin, his smile infecting the girl as she enthusiastically repeated this time with, “Je suis Di-tty!” I am Ditty!
Rounds of applause were heard and given as they applauded the girl’s words. Estie and Albie both grinned as they praised Ditty.
“Good job, my girl!” Albie exclaimed with a wide, supportive smile.
“Très bon, bébé!” Very good, baby! Estie hyped up Ditty as he clapped his hands.
Ditty looked around her and grinned, her little hands now clapping as she clapped for herself.
Yeah… she could get used to this. Maybe her meekness will grow and she’ll become a confident girl like her mother and grandmother were.
All she needed was to be provided with endless support. This was what Esteban and Albertine Ocon were here for.
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paris | eo31
"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours"
summary: maybe their family and friends didn't understand all the secrecy of their relationship, but why risk ruining what they had when they lived happier than ever inside of their own bubble?
warning: the absolute fluffiest fluff ever, secret relationship, platonic!reader x mick schumacher, brief mention of alcohol, no big warnings - just here for the ✨vibes✨
pairing: esteban ocon x reader
word count: 3.2k
note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.
french words used: mon trésor = my treasure; mon amour = my love; je t'aime tellement = i love you so much
omg?! cat posting a HAPPY FLUFFY STORY?! yes yes yes, I know everyone, but after last week I think you guys deserved a little sweet, lovey-dovey story haha! what can I say? I love estie bestie haha! I hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! (but it's actually 1:30 AM and I have to wake up in like... 5 hours! haha)
masterlist
"Your ex-friend's sister
Met someone at a club and he kissed her
Turns out, it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago
Some wannabe Z-lister
And all the outfits were terrible
2003 unbearable
Did you see the photos?"
No, I didn't, but thanks, though
Paris is unquestionably a city for lovers, said Mary McAuliffe.
And it is indeed the city for all lovers. The romantic lovers, head over heels in love with each other. The soon-to-be lovers, so shy and so scared to reveal their feelings. The inseparable lovers, so consumed by their adoration that they can't seem to keep their hands away from each other. The secret lovers, lost in between discreet touches and memories built in confidence.
Paris is the one place where your heart seems to beat even faster, where your eyes seem to glow a little more, where your head seems to be completely and utterly focused on the idea of love.
Y/N and Esteban were no exception to the rule.
No matter how many times the couple visited the French capital, the two seemed to become magnets, unable to let go of each other, whenever they went to the city of love.
The young woman was combing her long hair in front of the large mirror in the hotel bathroom, towel around her wet body, after taking a shower.
With her eyes locked on her reflection, Y/N didn't even notice her boyfriend's tall frame walk through the door until the driver wrapped his arms around her waist from behind while resting his chin on top of her head.
She smiled at him through the mirror and Esteban responded by placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
It was amazing how he managed to have the same effect on her since the first day they met two years ago.
It was her best friend's birthday and a bunch of people were gathered at his house, ready to sing happy birthday to the boy. Everyone was taking their seats around the table, Y/N opting to stay tucked away in the corner of the room as she wasn't a big fan of people in general.
"You're Y/N, right?" A familiar face asked her, as he leaned against the wall next to the girl.
"Yes, that's me." Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks flush as she looked at the Frenchman, immediately feeling an attraction to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are..." She laughed nervously.
"Esteban, I'm a friend of Mick's." The driver introduced himself, extending a hand for the young woman to shake, with a smirk on his face. "I saw you here and recognized you from the pictures. He constantly talks about 'his best friend Y/N' and I had to approach you."
The two stayed there, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds, smiling from ear to ear, until they heard the other guests start singing. They turned towards their German friend, but, in reality, the two maintained their focus on each other, keeping their gaze on each other from the corner of their eyes.
After Esteban expressed his interest in Schumacher's best friend and after much insistence on his part that he had good intentions, Mick ended up giving in and began to arrange more outings involving his two best friends.
Months passed, with Esteban always persistent in trying to build a stronger bond with the girl in the hopes of asking her out one day, but Y/N got ahead of him and she took the first step.
"Este?" She got the driver's attention, as the two of them fell behind the rest of the group on top of the snowy mountain.
"Yes, trésor?" Esteban answered, looking in her direction, the nickname rolling off his tongue as usual.
"What if we had dinner this week?" The girl suggested, a confident smile plastered on her face.
"You mean..." The man hesitated nervously, thinking he might be misunderstanding things.
"A date, yes. Me and you. This Saturday night. My place." The girl explained, reaching her gloved hand into the boy's coat pocket, where she managed to grab his.
Esteban couldn't help but think to himself: my God, I'm falling for this girl already.
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
Things between them evolved quickly, and the two simply became obsessed with each other overnight.
However, Esteban's fame scared Y/N a bit, as she had experienced a lot of the attention that came with accompanying Formula 1's blonde prince to his races and witnessed first-hand some of the hatred that other drivers' girlfriends, that she got to know over the years, got.
And that's why the couple decided to keep their relationship private between them and the people closest to them, even though many of them didn't understand all the secrecy.
No one knew but their friends and family. Even on the driver's team, no one knew who she was in specific, although there were some rumours and speculation due to the noticeable chemistry between the two of them and their occasional escapades to his driver's room when they thought nobody was looking.
The same can be said about the fans. Y/N was a familiar figure in the paddock, especially to Haas' fans as she was a usual member of the German driver's entourage over the years. But that didn't kill their curiosity about who she was, and what connection she had both to Mick and to other drivers with whom she was seen around the circuits.
But the couple couldn't care less. They were happy. The happiest they've ever been.
Esteban gently smoothed his girlfriend's hair away from her neck and placed a romantic kiss on it, making her giggle as he tickled her with his beard.
"Hurry up, mon amour." He told her, continuing to caress her as he spoke. "We have to go. Paris awaits us."
Stumbled down pretend alleyways
Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne
I was taken by the view
The girl dressed quickly, without much effort, keeping her outfit comfortable and discreet: some black sweatpants of her own, an army green hoodie stolen from her boyfriend, a winter Nike jacket on top and a black beanie on her head.
Her partner's look mirrored her own, both opting to blend in with the crowd as just two normal lovers in the city of love. There was no fame, no attention, and no fans.
"You look so cute in my clothes, mon trésor." Esteban complimented the girl, pulling her beanie down further, playfully covering her eyes with it. Y/N slapped his hand away from her face, adjusting herself to the new one, while the Frenchman laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful, as always."
Her little heart warmed with her boyfriend's words. He never went a day without making her feel like the most special person in the world, even when she was standing in front of him in sweats, with messy wet hair, and no makeup at all.
"Shall we? I thought you said Paris was waiting for us." Y/N joked, recalling her boyfriend's words. "Enough compliments, let's go, babe."
The girl's fingers intertwined with his and Y/N pulled the driver towards the room's exit as she walked backwards towards it.
Like we were in Paris
Like we were somewhere else
Like we were in Paris, oh
We were somewhere else
After leaving the hotel, the couple stumbled down an alleyway, hand in hand, hidden from the rest of the world, but always with happy smiles on their faces.
Y/N told him all about the latest gossip at her work, the new music she discovered on her Spotify, and her most embarrassing teenage stories with Mick.
And Esteban just listened. His favourite sound was her voice, especially when she told him the smallest details of her routine in an attempt to make him not feel left out due to the distance between them most of the time.
At that moment, they walked through the crowd and not a soul cared who they were. They were just... them. A couple in love among hundreds of others.
A few minutes later, they found a small, empty restaurant and when they saw an older couple dancing in the centre of the room, they decided to stick around, assuming they were the owners and would probably not recognize the driver.
The two entered, smiling at the couple, and sat at the booth in the most reserved corner of the room, picking up the menus to decide what to eat.
The night continued in the best possible way. The food was delicious, the restaurant remained just for the two of them and the old couple continued to sway gently to the French music blaring from the radio, making Y/N, the ultimate hopeless romantic, smile with her eyes half tearing up as she lay her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.
Y/N and Esteban didn't have a care in the world, since Paris always managed to keep their romance just theirs.
Privacy sign on the door
And on my page and on the whole world
Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours
Levitate above all the messes made
Sit quiet by my side in the shade
And not the kind that's thrown
I mean, the kind under where a tree has grown
After finishing their dinner and paying for their meal, the couple left the small establishment and decided to return to the comfort of their hotel room, which was not far away.
The young woman's hand found its home again in the hold of her boyfriend's hand. The girl's gaze sparkled as she studied every detail of the street they passed: the lights, the shop windows, the people, and the flowers on the balconies.
Meanwhile, Esteban couldn't help looking at her as if she had his whole world in her hands. No matter how much time passed, he was so madly in love with her that he almost felt like he might stop breathing at any second.
The driver pulled her closer to him, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and let out a sigh at the feel of her body touching his. "Je t'aime tellement, mon amour." He said almost instinctively.
Y/N looked at him, with the most sincere and genuine smile, ready to return the driver's declaration of love when the two were interrupted by an unexpected intruder.
"Hey, you!" Upon hearing this, the two immediately moved away, fearing that their cover had been revealed, and the girl continued to walk forward alone while Esteban paid attention to the small boy who approached him. "You're Esteban Ocon, aren't you? You're my favourite driver ever!"
Clearly, little Louis - as he introduced himself before he enthusiastically told his idol all about the races he'd seen - hadn't been up to speed with the latest gossip from the world of Formula 1 and the couple had overreacted, but they were both used to react like this in the rare instances when Ocon was recognized during their secret dates.
Y/N started to slow her pace when she discreetly looked back and saw her boyfriend bending down to take a picture with his fan.
In a matter of seconds, Esteban took the place beside her and the two continued on their way to the hotel, although now there was some distance between them.
It was difficult at times, they admitted. Especially for a couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. But they knew their sacrifice was for the greater good, so they could have the privacy they valued so much.
Almost as if they were communicating telepathically, the two looked at each other simultaneously, though no words were spoken, and Esteban gave her a half smile, making her body relax with the comfort it conveyed to her.
The date might have ended, but the night was still young: it didn't matter where they were because, as long as they were together, they were having the time of their lives.
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
As Y/N walked into their hotel room and started to take off her coat, Esteban gave her a smirk and placed the privacy sign on the outside door handle.
"Now it's just you and me at last, mon trésor." The boy said, approaching his girlfriend and giving her a peck on the top of her pink lips.
The two removed the outfits they were wearing and changed into more comfortable clothes, prepared to continue their night just enjoying each other's company. Esteban put on his pyjamas, and Y/N put on hers, which basically consisted of a pair of dark blue shorts and an Alpine t-shirt from the previous season obviously stolen from her boyfriend's closet.
The girl walked over to the room's mini fridge and took out a bottle of cheap wine that she had bought for them.
"Just pretend it's champagne, Este." She joked as she poured two tall glasses for the two of them to drink from. "Not all of us can be Formula 1 drivers, I'm just an accountant."
The two brought their lips to their drinks, feeling the pleasant taste of alcohol spread through their mouths. Y/N walked over to the window on her side, where she could see the view of the Eiffel Tower, and Esteban wrapped his arms around her, placing his large hands on her stomach and resting his chin on top of her shoulder.
The Tower shone like the brightest star in the sky, hence why Paris was known as the city of lights, and the two maintained the comfortable silence that settled in the room, both taken by the view.
Stumbled down pretend alleyways
Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne
I was taken by the view
Tired, Esteban sat down on the edge of the wide double bed, pulling his girlfriend with him. The two giggled while the Frenchman lay down against the headboard and the girl took the place on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his lap.
Y/N took her hands to his neck, letting her fingers intertwine in his hair, and her mouth joined his in a serene kiss, full of love, comfort and peace.
The connection between the two was simply inexplicable and completely out of this world.
The young woman took the place beside him, removing herself from the top of it and lying down on the mattress, with her head now on his shoulder. Both were looking at their cell phones: Esteban looking for the results of the football matches that had taken place that day, and Y/N checking her Instagram feed without much attention.
Until the girl's phone alerted her to a new message and, after reading it, she fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving her boyfriend more confused than ever.
"Mon amour, are you alright?" His voice revealed the smile plastered on his face.
"You won't believe what Mick sent me." Y/N moved her cell phone so that Esteban could read what was sent by the German.
From: Micky
Have you seen the news? Apparently, we are dating AGAIN! 🙄😂
Attached was an image that contained a particular comment left on the last photo posted by Mick, where you could see the two friends in the middle of a snowball fight.
'@f1fan: Mick and Y/N are FOR SURE together, they've been dating for years!! You have to be blind to not see it! 👀'
"Oh my God, are you cheating on me with Mick of all people?!" Esteban pretended to be hurt, with his hand over his heart as if she had broken it. "I expected better from you, Y/N."
The two simply laughed at the rumours, thinking to themselves how comical it was that people were so certain about her supposed love affair with her best friend when she was lying in the same bed as a completely different driver from the grid, who was, in fact, the one who truly owned her heart.
Like we were in Paris, oh
Like we were somewhere else
Like we were in Paris, oh
We were somewhere else
Y/N recalled all the times those closest to them had criticized their choice to keep their relationship a secret and couldn't help but ask about it again.
"Do you think our family is right?" Y/N asked, resting her chin on the Frenchman's chest so she could see his expression. "About how we shouldn't hide our relationship. Do you ever regret it? I mean, not telling the world about us?"
"Honestly, mon trésor," Esteban replied, pushing the hair that hid his girlfriend's face behind her ear. "As much as I would love to scream until my lungs give out that I am the luckiest man alive and that the sexiest girl on this planet is mine, nothing would make me change our relationship."
"So no, I don't regret it." He continued, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Mon amour, we are in Paris. No one here to judge us, or to try to tear us apart. Just you and me against the world, come what may."
I wanna brainwash you
Into loving me forever
I wanna transport you
To somewhere the culture's clever
Confess my truth
In swooping, sloping, cursive letters
Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight
In my mind
"You know," Y/N pulled her body closer to his, circling his neck with her arms and leaning fully on the driver's torso. "I swear I just want to brainwash you into loving me forever sometimes."
"I think I should be worried about those words," Esteban teased, earning a gentle pinch from the girl in return. "But to be honest, I think I'm going to love you forever either way, so no brainwashing needed."
"God, we really are corny." Y/N laughed, laying her head over the Frenchman, being able to hear every beat of his racing heart. "No wonder why Mick hates us so much."
We drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
In an alleyway, drinking champagne
A few minutes went by, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, again surrounded by the silence within those four walls that protected them from the rest of the world.
Their relationship may have seemed wrong to others, but Y/N and Esteban both knew that their love was the surest thing in their lives.
Their hidden connection completed them, made their stomachs flutter, gave them the motivation to wake up in the morning.
In the bottom of their heart and in the depth of their soul, they kept their best secret hidden from all the evil, all the jealousy and all the judgment.
And maybe they would never tell a soul in the world about their love.
But in the end, they would always have Paris.
'Cause we were in Paris
Yes, we were somewhere else
My love, we were in Paris
Yes, we were somewhere else
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Cozy Cuddles | Esteban Ocon
Pairing: Esteban x reader
Summary: You love your boyfriends stubble
(or I saw these GIFs of estie today and I can't get them out of my mind so need to make a quick fic x)
Warnings: Pure fluff 💙
There's fewer things better than cuddling up with your boyfriend on a chilly Sunday night and tonight was no exception. You guys were curled up on the sofa watching films with Esteban laid behind you resting his chin on your shoulder.
"oh gosh that tickles" you giggle as he leans to plant a small kiss to your right cheek, his stubbly beard brushing your cheek in the process. He's grown it out recently now sporting practically a full beard instead of his usual clean shaven look.
Esteban chuckled as you squirmed from the touch. "Sorry babe I could always shave it off" he suggested with a goofy grin. "No!" You practically yelled as you turned to look at him. "You can't do that"
"And why's that?" Esteban questioned with a smirk as he gazed at you. "Because I like it" you admitted as you brought a hand up to stroke his stubbly cheek.
"You just like stroking it" Esteban said with a chuckle. "Wait, thats why you always caress my face at night!" He said with a smirk. Recently you would stroke his chin as you fell asleep together, and it's only been happening since his beard started coming in.
"What no I don't" you said defensively. "Okay maybe a little bit" you admitted a little embarrassingly. Esteban chuckled at your defensiveness. "Babe it's okay I don't mind it's quite cute actually" he admitted with a grin. "I didn't realise you'd like it that much but I guess I have to keep it now" He said with a shrug.
Your face lit up as you continued stroking his face now with both hands. "Yay! I mean yeah sure that would be nice" you said with a wide grin. Esteban planted a soft kiss to your lips before chuckling "gosh you're too adorable you know" he said shaking his head.
"Now come on we're missing the film" Esteban said, acknowledging the fact you guys haven't paid attention for a long time now. "Yeah yeah in a second just a bit longer" you said as you continued to stroke his chin softly, grinning up at him.
Esteban laughed as he shook his head. "Fine a few more minutes" he said as he pulled you in for a hug and laid you both down before giving you a kiss on the nose. "what are you like huh?" He asks with a smirk, bringing his hand up to rest on the one you had placed on his face.
Neither of you cared about the film, you could both stay in this moment and each others arms forever.
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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 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."
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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 💗
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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!
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Of Roomates and Revenge
Lewis Hamilton x fake girlfriend!Reader
Featuring Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, and Nico Rosberg
Summary: in which your search for a free place to stay leads to helping one half of Brocedes live out his petty fantasy for revenge … and falling in love while doing so
Cat and Apartment Sitter Needed (Monaco)
Compensation: €1500/week plus all the Red Bull you can drink
I’m a world-traveling young professional who is rarely home. My two beautiful and rambunctious bengal cats need someone to stay with them in my Monaco apartment whenever I’m away for work.
The ideal candidate will be an experienced cat person who is prepared to deal with a lot of energy, chaos, and shenanigans from these two little terrors. They knock everything off every surface, wrestle at 3am, and will likely attempt to smother you while you sleep. If you can handle that, we’ll get along just fine.
In addition to caring for the cats, you will need to keep my place relatively tidy (i.e. no crushed Red Bull cans or fast food wrappers everywhere), collect any packages or mail that arrives, and randomly turn a few lights on and off every evening so the neighbors don’t get suspicious.
The position is ideal for a mature student, digital nomad, or someone between living situations who wants an amazing place to stay for free in one of the world’s hotspots.
Drop me a line if you think you can handle the cats from hell and wouldn't mind living in a 230 m² penthouse apartment with a private terrace, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a badass view of the Mediterranean. Preference goes to non-smokers who follow directions well and won’t throw ragers when I’m gone.
Send a brief intro, your experience with cats, and a couple photos attached. Urgently need someone for various stretches starting mid-February.
Do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers.
Live-in Cactus Caretaker Needed (Monaco)
Compensation: €1000/week, free snacks, and you can play my Xbox
I’m a young dude who’s rarely home because of my job that involves a lot of international travel. I have a single cactus plant that I promised my mum I would keep alive until she visits again. The thing is ... I have absolutely no idea how to care for plants. Like, I nearly killed it the first week by forgetting it existed.
What I need is someone responsible who can essentially live in my swanky Monaco apartment whenever I’m gone and keep my tiny cactus friend alive.
Duties would include:
Watering the cactus like ... once a month? Twice a month? I don’t know how often it needs water
Not letting the cactus die in any other way (pretty sure they need sunlight too … I think)
Keeping the place tidy (I’m a bit of a mess)
In return, you’d get:
A sick apartment all to yourself with a stunning view, giant TV, and full kitchen (please for the love of god be careful in there ... I almost burned the place down trying to make a grilled cheese once. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. I almost went up in flames over a silly sandwich. If you can't even operate a microwave, we may have problems. There’s only room for one idiot like that in Monaco — and it’s me)
Unlimited snacks/drinks from my well-stocked pantry
Free rein over my gaming setup (just don’t break anything)
First dibs on any events/reservations I can’t make
The ideal person is responsible, shows they can follow basic instructions for cactus care, laidback since you’ll be alone a lot, and trustworthy enough not to wreck the place or throw illegal parties. Having a green thumb would be great, but frankly if you can manage not to kill the one plant, that’s good enough for me.
Send a brief bio about yourself and your qualifications as a cactus/housesitter if interested! I’m gone quite frequently starting in February so could use someone ASAP.
No scammy offers or soliciting, please!
Roommate Needed to Drink Wine and Listen to My Woes (Monaco)
Compensation: Free rent in a nice apartment, plus all the wine you can drink
Are you a good listener? Do you enjoy dry red wines and occasional bouts of tears and venting? If so, I’ve got the perfect living situation for you!
I’m a youngish guy with a high-stress job that involves a lot of traveling. When I’m home in Monaco, I tend to unwind by polishing off a couple bottles of nice Bordeaux or Burgundy while complaining about work, my colleagues, and my rival who is giving me really mixed signals.
What I need is a roommate who doesn’t mind a little drunken blubbering here and there.
You’ll get:
Your own bedroom in my spacious 2BR/2BA apartment in the La Condamine district
Rights to my kitchen, living room with large TV, piano, and music recording equipment
Access to the building’s pool, sauna, fitness center, and lounge areas
As much wine as you can drink (and more)
In exchange, you’ll be expected to:
Listen to my periodic rants and rave sessions without judgement
Preferably nod along or offer supportive-sounding feedback like “Yeah, that’s really tough man” or “Wow, they sound terrible”
Refill wine glasses as needed
Maybe rub my back or pat my head if I’m really going through it
The ideal candidate is a decent human being who can empathize with the high-pressure struggles of a young professional trying to make it in a cut-throat career.
You’ll need a decent amount of free time and lots of patience. Prior experience as a life coach, therapist, or sympathetic drinking buddy is a plus.
If you can handle crying guys after a few too many glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, inquire within! Include a little about yourself and why you would make a good non-judgmental wine friend. Merci!
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Impartial Referee Wanted for Parking Lot Brawls (France)
Compensation: €400 per event
Two athletic young men in their late-20s are looking for a level-headed third party to oversee and officiate their semi-regular parking lot boxing matches. Yes, you read that right — we’re talking straight-up fisticuffs in the back alley behind the Circuit Paul Ricard.
A little background: We’ve been frenemies/rivals since we were kids — constantly competing in friends, employment opportunities, you name it. There’s a healthy amount of hatred between us that simply can't be resolved through words alone. Every few months, we feel the need to just take out our pent-up aggression on each other's faces.
Up until now, it’s been an unregulated shitshow with no real rules or oversight. We’re looking for someone impartial who can:
Set some fair ground rules around where/how we can strike
Ensure no prop weapons get involved (last time he tried to scalp me with a wrench)
Officiate and declare a winner once one of us is knocked out or quits
Ideally have some basic first-aid skills in case of a nasty cut or broken nose
We will pay €400 cash at the start of each bout. You’ll get a free show of two extremely fit dudes wailing on each other until there’s a clear victor.
Loser exits with his tail between his legs, winner gets to gloat for the next couple months until we run it back.
If you can be a neutral third party and aren’t squeamish about a little blood, send us your info with some details about yourself and your experience resolving conflicts (legally or not). First come first served — our next fight is tentatively scheduled for mid-May!
No flakes or perverts, please. Serious connoisseurs of violence only.
P.S. Don’t be scared to give out penalties (one of us is used to that)
Actor or Actress Needed to Annoy Ungrateful Ex-Friend (Monaco)
Compensation: €2700 per week, free luxury accommodations
I’m a successful guy in my late 30s looking to hire someone to pretend to be my significant other for a few months. Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain ...
I had a major falling out with a former best friend who stabbed me in the back years ago. We live in the same apartment building, just one floor apart.
I’m trying to show him how amazing my life still is without him … and maybe make him jealous in the process.
That’s where you come in. I need you to move into my penthouse temporarily and act as my gorgeous new boyfriend/girlfriend.
Your main duties would include:
Loudly introducing yourself to said ex-friend by knocking on his door and being line “Hi, is [insert my name] here?” Then pretend to be embarrassed and apologize when he tells you that you’re at the wrong apartment
Hang out in the hallway near his place and have very loud fake conversations detailing our imaginary passionate nights together (rated R)
Post cringy coupley photos on your social media of us dressed up going out, cuddling on my yacht, etc
Ideally you’re an aspiring actor/actress or just a really convincing liar. Being somewhat loud and dramatic is a plus. You’ll need to be willing to play along if my petty ex-friend tries to confront us.
In return, you’ll be living in a lavish penthouse with all the amenities for free. You’ll have your own private suite and can hang out on the oversized balcony, by the pool, or in the media room when you’re off the clock. Might also be able to introduce you to some high-profile people if you’re trying to network.
Oh, and my bulldog will provide plenty of cuddles.
If you can pull off a remarkably realistic fake partner act and aren’t afraid of a little light deception, hit me up! Please include a couple photos plus a bit about yourself and your acting experience. Aiming to start mid-April.
I’m an equal opportunity employer — girlfriend, boyfriend, nonbinary partner, you name it. All genders welcome to apply for the role if you’ve got what it takes! Only preference is that you have especially luscious hair … for reasons.
No weirdos please.
Hi,
Okay, I have to admit — your ridiculous request to hire a fake girlfriend to make your ex-best friend jealous is quite possibly the pettiest thing I’ve ever heard. And I absolutely love it.
I’m literally the perfect person for this role. Petty vengeance is my middle name (well, not really, it's actually Y/M/N ... but you get the idea).
A little about my qualifications:
Took some theatre electives in university so I can really sell the dramatics
Lots of experience putting on an Oscar-worthy performance faking ... well, you know ... thanks to my douchebag ex-boyfriend who couldn’t be bothered to learn how to pleasure a woman 🙄
Not afraid to get LOUD and will happily reenact our “passionate nights” at earsplitting volumes in that hallway
Can pull off playing dumb if your friend tries to interrogate me about you (“Oh [whatever your name is]? Yeah he’s just the best at ... stuff”)
No shame in my pettiness game — I once spent my weekly paycheck on a Cameo just so an ex’s favorite celebrity would call him a dingleberry
In terms of looks, I’ve been told I have just the right amount of “hot” to make your poor pal jealous without it being too unbelievable. I’m attaching a few photos for reference.
Let me know if you want to meet up for a glass of wine and we can workshop some juicy storylines for our imaginary romance. Perhaps I was a former fling you rediscovered? A hot younger thing giving you a new lease on life? The possibilities are endless!
I’m a pro at faking it, so selling our relationship will be a piece of cake. Your ex-friend will be bright green with envy by the time I’m through!
Let’s make him regret the day he double-crossed you, babe.
Cheers,
Y/N
r/offmychest
u/NotBritneySpears · 16h
My ex-best friend’s new girlfriend is the WORST!
I really need to get this off my chest. My upstairs neighbor’s new girlfriend is, without a doubt, the most insufferable human being on the planet. She’s loud, obnoxious, and seems to take immense pleasure in tormenting me for some reason.
A little background: I used to be really close friends with my neighbor. We had a big falling out a while back over ... well, it’s a long story. We don’t talk anymore and there’s a lot of resentment between us. Clearly the universe is trying to get back at me now with this new girl.
This chick has made it her personal mission to give me a play-by-play account of every single intimate encounter she has with him. And I mean DETAILED accounts. The other day I was just trying to enjoy my morning coffee and I hear her incredibly shrill voice from right outside my door:
“Oh he was an ANIMAL last night! The things he did with his tongue, I thought I was going to pass out!”
Like, seriously? Keep it to yourself, weirdo! That’s just the tame stuff too. Sometimes she’ll go into pretty graphic detail describing body parts and positions that I really didn’t need a mental picture of.
Here’s the thing — she quite obviously positions herself to be as close as possible to my apartment without actually trespassing — I mean, she doesn’t even live on my floor for god’s sake! So every word comes through crystal clear. I’ve confronted her about it a few times and she just plays dumb, like:
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry if I was being loud! We just get so carried away sometimes, you know how it is,” with this stupid ditzy valley girl voice and hair toss.
I don’t know if my former best friend put her up to this or if she’s just a massive troll in her own right. But it’s like psychological warfare at this point. Literally ANY time I’m home, I have to listen to her yap about their Sex Olympian-level escapades.
My wife even heard them once and thought I was playing porn at an insane volume! She doesn’t believe me that it’s just this deranged lady running her mouth constantly.
I’m half-tempted to start recording her rants and blast them back at full volume to give them a taste of their own medicine. Or maybe start describing lurid details of my own (admittedly not quite so colorful) sex life in retaliation.
I don’t know, maybe I’m being oversensitive. But living under these two insufferable assholes is a waking nightmare. I need to move or something because this is massively affecting my peace of mind. Who knows if they will ever get bored of tormenting me and move on.
Rant over. Thanks for letting me vent about the neighbors from hell.
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u/chronicgossiper · 12h
Damn, that sucks man. Your neighbor and his gf sound like immature assholes trying to get a rise out of you. I’d look into noise complaint options or even see if you can get them evicted for harassment.
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Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 11h
Seriously? You really think the landlord would evict someone over this? It’s not like they’re blasting music at 3am. Sounds more like passive aggressive pettiness than anything illegal.
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u/chronicgossiper · 10h
Idk, having to listen to people loudly describe their sex acts against your will seems like it could qualify as harassment or creating a hostile environment. Worth exploring at least if they won’t stop.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 9h
Eviction isn’t really an option here since we all own our apartments and there’s no landlord dictating that. It’s not that type of building.
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u/nosyandproud · 8h
Did your former friend move into that building first or did you move in knowing he lived there?
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u/NotBritneySpears · 7h
He was there first, I bought my place a few years after him when I could afford it. Never expected he'd pull something this childish.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 6h
So you willingly moved into the same building as your ex-best friend that you aren’t on speaking terms with? That’s just asking for drama, dude.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 5h
It’s a great building in an amazing location. I wasn’t going to not pursue the opportunity just because he lives there too. It’s a big place, I didn’t think we’d be running into each other much.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 4h
Still seems like a weird decision to willingly insert yourself into his orbit like that if the relationship was so fractured. Probably should’ve seen some fallout coming.
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u/nosyandproud · 3h
Yeah exactly, why would you move somwhere your ex-friend lives if you two clash that much? Kinda put yourself in this situation.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 2h
Okay, let me be clear — he and I were best friends for over a decade before we had a colossal falling out a few years ago. We’re not just some casual ex-buddies who don’t get along. We were legitimately very close for most of our lives until things went nuclear between us. When I decided to move into the building, our friendship had been over for a while already. I really didn’t anticipate he’d take things to this vindictive level years later. I’m not going to miss out on my dream home just because of what happened between us.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 1h
This is getting juicyyy, do tell about what caused the falling out!
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u/NotBritneySpears
Not really trying to dredge up old drama, that’s a whole other can of worms. The girlfriend situation is annoying enough as is.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 51m
Fair enough, you gave context. Still think you two need to have an adult conversation about boundaries. Purposely trying to loudly narrate their sex life at you is unhinged.
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r/relationships
u/yourusername · 19h
I’m catching real feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend to get revenge on his ex-friend ... help?
Buckle up folks, because I’ve got one hell of a tangled situation to unpack here. This is going to be a long one.
About a month ago, I responded to this Facebook Marketplace ad from a guy (let’s call him L) looking to hire someone to pretend to be his new girlfriend. The goal was to make his former best friend/downstairs neighbor jealous after a brutal falling out between them.
I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But the benefits were good and I’d be living in his insane luxury penthouse in Monaco rent-free. More importantly, I really vibed with L’s pettiness and desire to get deliciously pathetic revenge on his ex-friend. My last boyfriend was the actual worst, so I was absolutely here for any slightly insane Karen antics.
Anyway, we hit it off immediately at the “audition” over drinks. L is brilliant, successful, gorgeous, and fucking hilarious in a sarcastic, unfiltered way. We both have a wicked mean streak and frankly get off on emotionally messy situations. It was like looking into a mirror — two beautiful trainwrecks finding each other in the wreckage.
From night one, we had crazy chemistry. The back-and-forth banter was electric, we finished each other’s sentences, etc. I felt so comfortable around him despite the bizarre circumstances. I assumed it was all fun and games to toy with his former best friend.
But over the last few weeks of loudly chronicling our “sex marathons”!outside said ex-friend’s door and doing phony coupley things around the city, I’ve realized my feelings are ... complicated. L and I CONNECT on a deeper level, in addition to just being partners in crime. We’ll be tangled up watching movies and he’ll make some perfectly timed quippy comment that has me cackling until my abs hurt. Or we’ll get deliriously wasted and end up baring our souls about our upbringings, dreams, fears — everything.
I’ve never been so open or comfortable around someone before. Our walls are gone. And the most messed up part? Some small, perverse part of me loves the strange intimacy we’ve manufactured through this farce. How much closer can you get than meticulously co-creating a fictional relationship?
In the beginning, I think we were both just in it for the laughs and pettiness factor. But something shifted for me recently. One night we were drunkenly rehearsing how I was going to describe our latest imaginary tryst to his ex-friend and ... I don’t know, I couldn’t stop staring at his lips while he was talking. His face was so close to mine and I felt breathless. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to ditch the script and really kiss him. I had to physically stop myself from lunging forward.
Later, when I went back to my room, I was hit with a crushing wave of realization — I have actual romantic FEELINGS for this basketcase who hired me to play-act as his girlfriend! What the actual fuck?
Guys, I’m in too deep. How did I let this happen? L is technically still my employer and this whole operation has an expiration date. His former friend is already growing visibly annoyed, so Phase 2 (feign a dramatic breakup, I move out, L moves on with his life) is likely coming up very soon.
Do I just bury my feelings and end this gig without saying anything? Do I risk the humiliation of confessing my heart to someone who was only pretending to want me around? Or should I just go for it and make out with him next time we’re tangled on the couch? I’m spiraling here!
The pettiness that brought us together may also tear us apart. Or maybe I’m just a sad clown who read too much into a fake relationship. Someone slap me with a reality check, please! I need perspective from the outside.
Tl;DR - Developed legit romantic feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend as part of his weird revenge plot. Not sure if I should come clean, keep it professional, or start actually making out with him for real. This was NOT part of the deal!
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u/judgingloudly · 18h
Oh honey, you are in a MESS. This is like a bad romcom plot but IRL. I think your only real option is to fess up and tell L how you’re feeling. Contrary to popular belief, the fake dating trope doesn’t always have to stay pretend!
If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you put it all out there and can move on with some dignity intact. But who knows — from how you describe the crazy chemistry and connection, he might feel relieved you said something first! Don’t let this fire burn out without taking your shot. Oh and definitely keep us updated, I’m invested now!
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Reply to u/judgingloudly · 17h
I agree with this take. You already acknowledged you’re in too deep emotionally. Might as well put those cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may. Shooting your shot is always better than letting the “what if” eat away at you forever!
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u/livefordrama · 16h
I’m sorry but I simply must ask — how did you land a gig like this? And does he happen to have any more openings for a fake girlfriend? Asking for a friend …
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u/yourusername · 15h
Honestly it was a random Facebook ad looking for exactly this — a girl to move in and fake date this guy to drive his feuding neighbor up the wall. I applied semi-joking but he picked me!
As for openings, not that I know of ... yet. I may have to quit soon depending how this all plays out, so will keep you posted if my spot opens up!
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Reply to u/yourusername · 14h
Omg please do! I would 100% take on a role like this, it sounds like a total riot.
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u/unpaidtherapist · 13h
Girl, I think you already know what you have to do here. Is keeping things professional and never admitting your feelings really an option at this point? You’re clearly enamored with this guy and he seems to reciprocate the intensity at least platonically so far. I say GO FOR IT!
Just pull him aside one day, say “hey this isn’t just an act for me anymore, I really like you and need to know if there’s a possibility for us or not.” If he’s as caught off guard and freaked out as you’re implying, a direct conversation is needed to get those cards on the table. Don’t die wondering “what if?” That’s my advice.
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u/everydayopportunist · 12h
This is so wild, I’m living for this drama! Seriously might need to pursue some similar gigs myself, apparently that’s where all the romance happens these days 😂
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u/devilsadvocate · 11h
I’m sorry but I have to go against the grain here — please do NOT make a move or confess any feelings! This guy hired you for a very specific job under very specific pretenses. Catching real feels was not part of the deal at all. Selfishly throwing that at him out of the blue would be so unfair after he opened his home to you. I worry he could feel betrayed and violated even if he did secretly like you back.
My advice? Give it a few weeks, see if these feelings persist or if it was just a passing crush brought on by the intimacy you’ve found yourselves in. If it’s still intense after cooling off, then maybe consider looping him in. But don’t go nuclear until you're absolutely sure. You could risk imploding a good work situation and friendship over a temporary infatuation. Tread very lightly!
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Reply to u/devilsadvocate · 10h
I’m with this take, OP shouldn’t jeopardize her living situation if her feelings might be fleeting. Taking a step back and giving it more time could provide clarity. It’s easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
The more prudent move is to wait until the “job” wraps up before considering opening that can of worms. If feelings persist minus the contrived closeness, she’ll know it's real. But springing it on the guy now seems wildly unfair and could blow up in her face.
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u/veganGOAT · 15h
AITA for turning down my fake girlfriend after she admitted feelings, only to want her back days later?
I think I may have tremendously fucked up in a spectacularly messy way. Let me walk you through the tangled web I’ve woven ...
A couple months ago, I (39M) hired this woman to essentially move into my apartment and pretend to be my new girlfriend. I know it sounds batshit crazy … but I was trying to make my ex-best friend/neighbor jealous after a bitter falling out between us.
She was the perfect partner for this ruse — sarcastic and spunky, with a hint of unhinged energy. We bonded instantly over bottles of wine and throwing deliciously overblown “loud sex” performances in the hallway to drive my ex-friend nuts. What was meant to be a transaction quickly bloomed into a legitimately fun, effortless friendship.
Soon after, we started having real sex. It sort of just … happened, albeit very awkwardly at first. Like “well this is weird, want to try it for real just to see?” And what do you know, we had insane chemistry between the sheets too! We were soon sleeping together nearly every night, always swearing afterwards that it was “just for fun” and didn’t mean anything more.
But I started catching feelings. She was hilarious, confident, beautiful — everything I could ever want in a partner. We had connected on a deeper level through the medium of batshit pettiness. And our physical intimacy only amplified that bond.
Cut to a couple weeks ago. We had just finished a particularly athletic round and were cuddled up, spent. Out of nowhere, she pipes up nervously: “Hey … I think I’m really falling for you. I don't want this to just be sex or games anymore. I want to really try being together.”
I froze. The words I had been longing to hear suddenly terrified me in that moment. My throat clenched up as a wave of panic crashed over me (yes, I’m well aware of how stupid this was in hindsight). After an agonizing pause, I managed to choke out: “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. This thing between us was only ever supposed to be fake. I don’t think of you that way.”
I could actually see her face crumble. She quickly mumbled “okay” and slid out of my bed, wrapping a sheet around herself to cover her dejection. I swear I heard muffled sobs through the wall once she was back in her guest room. I felt like a piece of shit.
The next few days were some of the most awkward, brutal tension I’ve ever experienced. She was now acting like a scorned woman just doing her job, no intimacy whatsoever. We could barely make eye contact.
It took seeing her so closed off, so cold, for me to realize how much I desperately missed her warmth, humor, friendship. How much I longed for the easy intimacy we once had, both emotional and physical. I tried a few times to apologize or explain myself, but she brushed me off — utterly walled off to protect herself.
After days of wrestling with my suppressed feelings, I realized that I was in love with this wonderful woman. Hiring her as a fake girlfriend was one of the best things I had ever done because it brought her into my life … and now I didn’t want to let her go. She was becoming my person, even if she had started out as a farce.
But here’s where I really need some impartial perspective — AITA for freezing up and rejecting her confession?
I didn’t meant to tank her feelings so callously. I think I just ... panicked in that moment. The idea of committing to a real relationship terrified me in ways I didn’t expect. My career keeps me constantly on the go, always jet-setting to the next thing. Could I really give a romance the time and energy it deserves right now?
Part of me also felt massively conflicted about the circumstances. I’m literally paying her to pretend to be my girlfriend as a sort of ongoing petty revenge. If I admitted I wanted to actually date her, wouldn't that blur consent lines in some messed up way? Like, is she just going along with it because she’s on the payroll?
I know these both sound like flimsy excuses, but they were very real fears racing through my mind in that moment. Fears that made me impulsively reject her, despite how utterly gone I was.
Now, days later, those same hangups don’t seem so insurmountable. Maybe she and I could make something work, travel schedules and all. And if she reciprocated feelings, it would be a starting point — not her just placating me for a check. We could rip up the old arrangement and start fresh.
But I haven’t confessed any of this to her yet out of gut-wrenching cowardice. She’s still giving me this cold, professional shoulder. I don’t know how to begin recanting my idiotic reaction and opening up about the REAL reasons I panicked — the commitment fears, the moral dilemma, all of it.
Part of me wonders if I even have the right to try and pursue things with her at this point? I absolutely shattered her feelings for my own hangups just days ago. AITA for potentially stringing her along further by trying to retroactively take it all back? Maybe I’ve missed my window and should just let this phase of my life be over before it gets even more painful and messy?
Ugh, I’m rambling now. The crux is — AITA for how I recklessly rejected her in that moment? Do I even have a right to try and make amends after that thunderous fumble? Or should I just take the L, chalk it up to collateral damage of being in the world’s most messy pseudo-relationship, and move on?
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u/juryofone · 14h
YTA, but only because you handled the initial rejection in the worst way possible. Your reasons for hesitating are somewhat understandable. But you really dropped the ball in communicating that to her in the moment.
Instead of calmly explaining where your headspace was at, you just blurted out a kneejerk rejection that crushed her feelings. No wonder she went ice cold — that had to sting like hell! If you had taken a breath and talked it through with more nuance, maybe you could’ve reached an understanding.
The good news is, you’ve now realized how much you DO want this woman in your life as more than a pretend romance. I don’t think you’re an AH for having those feelings or wanting to pursue her again, provided you make a sincere, thoughtful effort to apologize for your tactless approach before.
My advice? Explain the real reasons you froze up, how torn you felt over everything, and make it clear you still have feelings. But lead with a heartfelt apology for how horribly you botched it at first. If she’s willing to give you one more chance after that, DO NOT blow it.
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Reply to u/juryofone · 13h
I agree with this take. He’s not an AH for the situation, but majorly the AH for the WAY he handled rejecting her. That had to sting badly after putting herself out there. The mature thing is to own up to that and properly communicate where his head was at.
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Reply to u/juryofone · 12h
Yeah, going straight for “I can’t do that, I don’t think of you that way” after she bared her soul was so harsh and unnecessary. He could have let her down wayyyy more gently if he was that conflicted about it all. She must’ve felt like a fool!
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u/neutralpartier · 11h
NAH — I get that you panicked in the heat of the moment and why this whole situation is heavy with ethical quandaries. The reality is, you two started off pretending but real feelings developed, and that’s okay! It happens. The moral issue only remains if you knowingly took advantage of or manipulated her feelings while she was on your payroll. Since you seem just as confused as she was, I don’t think any lines were really crossed.
The way forward is to rip off the bandaid once and for all. If you have mutual feelings now, figure out if you want to date as equals. If not, it’s time to part ways amicably while you both still can. But don’t keep paying her while catching feels — THAT would make you an AH.
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u/glasshalfempty · 10h
ESH ... look, you suck for how you handled rejecting her confession. That was really hurtful and avoidant no matter your internal struggles. She sucks for going into this thinking it was all pretend, catching real feelings, and expecting you to want to be serious too. You PAID her to be your fake GF and made that clear.
My suggestion is to have an honest discussion about whether you can BOTH separate the transactions from reality. If you’re both all-in on trying for real, great! But one of you is going to get burned if expectations don’t align. And please, for the love of god, stop paying her!
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Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 9h
This is exactly what I was thinking too! Way too messy ethically to keep paying her as the lines blur between fantasy job and real romance. Either take the plunge and date properly or go separate ways for good.
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Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 8h
Agree but like ... is this even real? How does someone end up hiring a fake girlfriend to make their former best friend jealous? That alone sounds like a bad romcom plot.
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u/criticaloverthinker · 7h
I’m calling cap on this whole wild story. Childhood besties turned feuding enemies living in the same building? A fake girlfriend who moves in as part of an elaborate revenge plan? It’s all too unbelievable.
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u/struggling-with-reddit · 6h
I’ll play along and rate, but no way is this post legit lol. Having a fake girlfriend you eventually catch feelings for while pranking your neighbor? What’s next, one of you is actually royalty or a secret millionaire? Too much happening here.
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Reply to u/struggling-with-reddit · 5h
Hahaha I know right, the excessive details and backstory gave it away as creative writing practice or something. No judgment from me, it was an entertaining read at least!
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u/struggling-with-reddit · 4h
Next thing you know, OP will be claiming he’s Michael Schumacher or something 😂
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u/veganGOAT · 8h
UPDATE — I’m the idiot who rejected then realized I loved my fake girlfriend … and she took me back!
When I made my initial post a bit over a month ago about this whole fake girlfriend situation, most of you understandably called it outrageously far-fetched.
Which, fair. How does someone actually end up hiring a woman to fake date them just to make their neighbor jealous? It does sound ripped straight from a Nicholas Sparks fever dream.
Well put on your straight jackets, because this ridiculous saga is 100% real. And I’ve got an update that’s even crazier than the original tale ...
After reading the feedback on my initial post (and getting a whole lot of shit from some friends too), it became crystal clear that I had to make things right. I put her through the emotional wringer by callously rejecting her in the moment, when her feelings were just as tangled up as mine were. I owed her a sincere apology and a proper explanation of why I froze — with no more deflections or excuses.
So I wrote her a long letter. I laid it all out there. How torn I felt about the ethical and emotional complexities of our arrangement. How her vulnerability awoke my own fears about commitment, my transient lifestyle, and whether I could realistically be the partner she deserved. Mostly, I repeatedly owned up to being a thoughtless prick who shattered her trust out of pure pathetic self-preservation.
But above all, I made one thing clear — despite my bumbling, I had fallen for her too. Completely and utterly. She had cracked through my defenses and healing her hurt became the only thing that mattered.
I ended the letter by owning up to the fact that she now held all the power. While she had moved into this arrangement under certain pretenses, I had violated that implied contract. The ball was entirely in her court now. I would abide by whatever decision she landed on — friendship, an amicable parting of ways, or taking the terrifying gamble of trying to make this the real deal.
When she emerged from her room the next morning, I could barely look at her. I was a sweaty, nauseated wreck, steeling myself for the worst. She sat down next to me in silence and unleashed the longest, most blistering dressing down of my life. How I had made her feel so small, so foolish, so painfully vulnerable. Words like “coward” and “asshole” were thrown around. But you know what phrase stung most?
“I wish you had told me all of this up front instead of dealing with it like a child. I could’ve understood where you were coming from.”
It was a dagger — she was absolutely right. My dumb automatic rejection utterly betrayed the openness and intimacy we had built. Still, she didn’t dismiss me entirely. She would need some time to think, but asked that I stand by for an answer.
The limbo period was … not fun.
After four excruciating days, she came to me again. This time, she was almost shy, like her old self. She told me she had thought it over extensively, and ultimately my explanation and full-hearted apology won her over. I may be an idiot, an asshole, and a bit of a mess (her words), but I was an honest idiot with a good heart under all the bravado. And that’s what had drawn her to me in the first place.
So with the understanding that we would both need to work on our communication skills and respective hang-ups, she was in. We would press the reset button altogether, end our old arrangement, and try to make this relationship happen for real — messy origins be damned.
That was exactly a month ago today, and things have never been better. Sure, we still lean into some harmless (and vaguely unhinged) pettiness with my former friend from time to time. Some habits are too fun to quit cold turkey. But ultimately, I’ve never been so grateful for the insane set of circumstances that brought this amazing woman into my life. We may have started as an acting exercise, but we took a leap together into something beautifully real.
And yeah, I still have to hear shit from literally everyone about how our romance origin story is the most unbelievable meet-cute of all time. But I’ve learned to lean into the absurdity. After all, what’s life without a little chaos and a perfect partner to share in the pandemonium?
Thanks to everyone who offered candid advice on my original post. You may have received an update sooner if not for all the people accusing me of faking it! All I can say is … this is my blissfully ridiculous reality now.
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u/juryofone · 7h
Well hot damn, I have to hand it to you — this saga is even wilder than the original post let on! I went from being totally skeptical of the whole outrageous situation to being fully invested in this insane romance. Love that she put you through the wringer a bit before taking you back. You absolutely deserved that and more after treating her like you did.
But huge props to you for manning up with that apology and giving her the power to make the next move. That vulnerability and respect for her feelings despite your own doubts is what true partnership is all about. I have a feeling you two chaotic bastards are going to be just fine as a real couple now that all the crazy pretenses have been stripped away. Wishing you both nothing but more pandemonium and pettiness together!
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u/neutralpartier · 7h
I’m officially obsessed with this love story. You went from hiring a woman off to punk your neighbor, to breaking her heart over catching feelings, to doing the MOST to grovel your way back into her good graces, to ACTUALLY SUCCEEDING. It’s romcom gold! I need this to get optioned for a movie immediately.
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u/glasshalffull · 6h
As wild as this story has been from start to finish, this update has me straight up emotional! The groveling, the way you explained your fears, her roasting you for days before mercifully taking you back … my heart. Love that she cut straight through the bullshit by calling you an idiot AND acknowledging your good heart. That’s the ideal balance.
I’m so invested in this nonsense and need regular updates on how things progress from here. You better not blow it after all this chaos or I’ll be leading the charge to vandalize your apartment!
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u/romanticempath · 5h
What a journey! To go from manufacturing a fake relationship purely for petty vengeance, to developing REAL emotional stakes, to breaking each other's hearts quite viscerally, to finding your way back together through sheer vulnerability? Incredible stuff.
I laughed, cried (a little, don’t judge), and cringed throughout this entire saga. Thank you for bringing us all along for the insane roller coaster. I wish nothing but ridiculous happiness for you and her moving forward!
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u/fairytaledreamer · 4h
I’m sorry but I still can’t get over the fact that this is somehow a real series of events? You’re a madman and this is truly unhinged (but also incredible). How did ALL of this unfold before your 40s?
Romcoms have been put to bed. Welcome to 2024, where people actually hire fake GFs to get revenge on their scorned former friends, develop legit attachment issues, torpedo everything in a panic, grovel for redemption fit for cinematic history, and somehow STILL end up together in some sort of demented happily ever after!
All I can say is cherish the chaos you've manifested. I can’t wait to see what bonkers plotlines await the two you. Start recording everything for the biopic!
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Reply to u/fairytaledreamer · 3h
“Cherish the chaos” is absolutely the perfect sign off for this update. I’m deceased at this whole wild drama, but also soooo invested! Cannot wait for the inevitable Netflix mini series. Thanks for the laughs, drama, and emotional whiplash!
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u/NotBritneySpears · 21h
My ex-bestie’s wedding to his obnoxious girlfriend was a nightmare … and so was their wedding night (unfortunately)
You’ll have to bear with me on this one, because I’m still reeling a bit from one of the most cringey, uncomfortable, and downright baffling weekends of my entire life. I need to get this off my chest before I have a full mental breakdown.
A couple years ago, I made a post venting about my former best friend’s new girlfriend at the time. For those who missed the saga, she was an insufferably loud woman who seemed to take immense pleasure in loudly narrating her sex life with my former friend right outside my apartment door. It was psychological warfare, plain and simple.
Well, I’m sure you can all see where this is going based on the title. Against all odds and reason, this woman and my ex-friend somehow stuck it out … until he put a ring on it last year. Which leads me to the first in a cascading series of mind-numbing events — receiving a wedding invitation from the happy couple!
Now, let’s be clear — I have not spoken to my former best friend in almost a decade at this point. Not since our cataclysmic falling out (a story for another day). We were thick as thieves until our bond was shattered beyond repair. For him to invite me to his wedding with the woman who crudely mocked their intimacy for my benefit was … certainly a choice.
On one hand, why on EARTH would you invite the person whose heart you deliberately stomped on so many years ago? It felt like a cruel joke, rubbing salt in an open wound that never fully healed. A reminder of their domestic bliss and my bitter ostracism.
Yet on the other hand, maybe there was a subconscious part of me that would have felt insulted if he didn’t invite me after so many shared years? As if he had utterly erased me from his life without a second thought? The thought gut punched me too in an admittedly unhealthy way.
Long story short, I RSVP’d yes … half out of morbid curiosity and half out of a deeply unwell desire to not get excluded from such a significant life event. In hindsight, a foolish decision that kicked off a horrifically uncomfortable series of events.
The wedding itself was … a lot. An over-the-top spectacle at an insanely expensive venue. My miserable self stuck out like a sore thumb surrounded by all the adoring couple’s friends and family. I sat through mushy vows reaffirming their “unlikely origin” in the “most unexpected yet fortuitous way” … while trying not to puke.
So yeah, sheer cringe start to finish. Little did I know the worst discomfort was yet to come!
In perhaps the most on-brand grand gesture of the entire weekend, the groom rented out an entire boutique hotel for all out-of-town guests to stay at after the reception. That way we could all keep the party going nearby before he whisked his new bride off to parts unknown on their honeymoon the next day.
Ever the gracious host with a penchant for the spectacle, he let wedding guests draw for their room assignments out of an actual top hat. I somehow managed to get seated right next to his parents who, while cordial enough, knew me as the ex-best friend responsible for so much fractured history.
But wait, there’s more! Wouldn’t you know, the universe is supremely messed up because I ended up with the room directly underneath the newlywed suite. Yes … I spent their wedding night listening to a live-streamed porn broadcast courtesy of the paper-thin walls and floors.
Dolphin sounds didn’t even BEGIN to cover the unholy noises raining down from above around 2am. I’m talking full-on screams of unbridled passion echoing off the walls at maximum volume. Mind you, this woman had become infamous for over-enunciating their coitus for my benefit previously. Now it was a frighteningly real-life rendition that no noise-cancelling headphones could drown out.
I finally had to flee my room to the lobby. I ended up crashing on one of the lobby couches until an employee politely asked me to leave around 6am. Disheveled, disoriented, and officially diagnosed with PTSD from the sounds I cannot unhear.
So yeah … not exactly a therapeutic reunion that could have allowed my ex-friend and I to bury the hatchet. If anything, this wedding was one massive “screw you” that opened up all the same unresolved wounds. I need about 20 years of intensive therapy to move on.
I also need to find a new place to live because I can’t bear returning to that cursed apartment building.
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u/chronicgossiper · 18h
Dude, I think you need to get some serious perspective here. Your ex-friend getting married and going on a honeymoon has absolutely zero to do with you. That level of self-centeredness is off the charts.
Why in the world would this guy plan an entire wedding — one of the biggest days of his life — around secretly tormenting you again over ancient history? That makes no sense. He invited you as a polite gesture after years apart, probably hoping to start burying the hatchet. The room assignments were random by your own admission.
As for the … “noises” … look, they were on their wedding night. Maybe overenthusiastic, but 100% to be expected between newlyweds. It’s not some psychological ploy, just poor planning on their part for thin walls. You’re projecting like crazy if you think that was directed at you specifically.
At a certain point, you have to realize the universe doesn’t actually revolve around your grudges or history with this person. They’ve clearly moved on to live their best life. It’s on you to stop obsessing over them and do the same.
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Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 16h
I agree, this is just pure paranoia from OP. No newly wedded couple is sitting around thinking “how can we sneakily stick it to your ex-best friend during our wedding festivities?” That’s deranged thinking.
They invited you to be polite, you drew an unlucky room assignment near their suite, and then biology happened on their wedding night. Hilarious and awkward coincidence? Yes. Intricately designed fuck you from the bride and groom? Come on now, that’s giving them way too much credit.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 13h
Maybe you all have a point, and I am still holding onto way too much resentment and baggage from our falling out. My intention wasn’t to imply they orchestrated an elaborate sting operation around their wedding. More just a general sense that the universe has a funny way of reminding me about them at highly inconvenient times over the years.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 12h
Even that line of thinking is incredibly self-centered though. Why would random coincidences or them just … living their lives be the “universe’s way of reminding you” about your failed friendship? That makes it sound like they should perpetually be walking on eggshells and avoiding certain life events just because you can’t get over the past.
Look, it sucks that things fell apart so badly between you two. But they have clearly moved on, as you should too. This obsessive framing of their marriage as some universal affront to you is … not healthy, my dude.
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u/nosyandproud · 10h
The wedding itself sounds like it was in poor taste for sure, so I can certainly understand feeling aggravated and triggered being there as the scorned former friend.
That said … you’re borrowing A LOT of trouble by assuming any of their private wedding night activities were purposely being broadcast to you specifically. Projection level 1000 there.
At the end of the day, these people have built a whole entire life and future together now that quite literally has nothing to do with you anymore. You looking for “signs” that they’re still fixated on you is just self-involvement. For your own mental health, you have to let go of whatever happened and see them as background characters in the story of your life now.
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u/realitychecker · 7h
OP, you need to take a step back and realize that the sheer logistics involved in purposely torturing you at their wedding are just not plausible. Do you really think they were like:
“Alright honey, for our wedding night I was thinking we should make sure your former friend gets the room directly below ours! That way when we really get after it, he’ll be able to hear every excruciating moan and body smacking sound in haunting detail! That’ll show him for being your friend a decade ago! Mwahaha!”
Come on, mate. That’s delusional cartoon villain level scheming you’re attributing to them. Occam's Razor — they just wanted to consummate their marriage in privacy and didn’t account for the thin hotel walls. The world doesn’t actually revolve around your history with this!
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Reply to u/realitychecker · 5h
Lmaooo the idea of them sitting around strategizing the most psychological warfare possible on their wedding night is killing me. “Yes honey, we simply MUST reenact scenes from our noisiest adult films for your ex-best friend’s terrible pleasure!”
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OP, it seems like you really miss having your friend in your life if I’m reading between the lines here. Getting invested to this level over random coincidences at his wedding doesn’t come from a place of hatred, but hurt and longing for that bond again.
My advice? Use this weekend as a wake-up call to stop obsessing, reflect on whatever caused your rift, and decide if you want to properly reconnect. If not, you need to rip that band-aid off for good and stop torturing yourself over what will never be again. Or the walls between you two will just get thinner and thinner ...
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u/amateurdetective · 15h
I think these juicy Reddit posts actually interconnect … but I need your help cracking the code
I think I’ve stumbled onto something wild here and I need the Reddit hive mind to help me piece this tangled web together. Are you ready for some batshit conspiracy-level connecting of barely-there dots? Too bad, I’m going in anyway.
So, over the past few years, I kept seeing these extremely juicy, dramatically-written posts pop up every few months that seemed … oddly interconnected despite being in different subreddits.
Hear me out:
First there was the unhinged post in r/offmychest from a guy ranting about his former best friend’s obnoxious new girlfriend. Dude was griping about how this woman would loudly recount the smutty details of her sex life with the ex-friend whenever she was in his general vicinity, seemingly just to mess with the OP. We’re talking legitimately disturbing stuff about feeling “psychologically tortured” by her oversharing.
Fast forward a few months and I stumble across a wild post in r/relationships from the perspective of this same “obnoxious” girlfriend! Except her story painted a whole different, unhinged picture — she was hired on FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE by the former friend to literally move in and fake date him as part of an ongoing revenge plot against the OP from the first post. She rapidly develops legitimate feelings for the guy and it becomes a messy will-they-won’t-they romcom situation.
But THEN there was a follow-up post from the fake boyfriend’s side in r/AmITheAsshole about him realizing he caught feelings too before nearly blowing it, followed by another saga-capping update about them deciding to pursue a real relationship against all odds and absurdity.
Are you seeing the parallels here? These three posters each gave one side of an absolute dumpster fire of a convoluted love triangle situation that seemingly intersected. And based on the intricate backstories, my crackpot theory is they all emanated from the same formerly tight friend group that experienced a bitter falling out.
The insane attention to detail, literary flair, and geometry of it all almost had me utterly convinced these were all fictionalized creative writing exercises posted separately across Reddit … but building on the same unhinged storylines each step of the way.
I’m utterly obsessed with mapping this all out into one cohesive narrative now. My working theory is something like this:
Some guy hired an actress to pose as his fake GF and torment his former friend as revenge for some past betrayal
The two fake partners rapidly caught real feelings amid the ruse, he panics and nearly torpedoes it
Meanwhile, the ex-best friend is losing his mind overhearing the fake girlfriend’s loud performances and comes to Reddit for advice, not realizing it’s all a ploy
After a saga of miscommunication, the fake boyfriend comes clean and the couple decide to actually date for real
Capping things off, the former friend is forced to attend their wedding where he’s subjected to one final night of unholy noises
Does it all track? Or have I completely unraveled the conspiracy and stumbled onto a drastically personal set of circumstances being workshopped on Reddit? If so, that’s some ludicrously elaborate storytelling!
I need to know if I’m onto something here or completely off my rocker. If the former, I’ll burn every last calorie mapping out a master record of events across all the posts. If the latter … someone needs to drop their juicy fanfic writing prompts because these were WILDLY entertaining reads.
Help me connect these dots or point me towards any other potentially linked tales! This has been a public service aneurysm brought to you by pure boredom.
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u/scepeticbynature · 14h
Wow, you’ve gone full Sherlock Holmes with this. I’m dying at how insanely detailed your working theory is in tying together these random Reddit posts into one cohesive narrative. This is either a brilliant piece of performance art … or you need your meds adjusted, my friend.
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Reply to u/scepticbynature · 12h
Hahaha exactly! The amount of time and brain power OP has devoted to mapping this out is beyond obsessive. I don’t know whether to applaud the commitment to the bit or get them professional help.
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u/amateurdetective · 10h
I’m sorry, did you actually read through the posts in question? The intersecting pieces of random, elaborate backstory between all three distinct voices is way too specific and layered for it to be an accidental alignment. There are unambiguous throughlines about:
A pair of feuding former childhood best friends
One hiring a woman off Facebook to pose as his fake GF and torment the other as revenge
Said fake relationship descending into a very real emotional entanglement for both parties
The eventual fallout of the ex-friend having to bear witnessing the real couple’s wedding and chaos that followed
Like that’s such a bizarrely specific plot keeping consistent across three different users’ lenses! So you’re either pointing out the artistry of someone doing an incredibly elaborate creative writing exercise across multiple subs … or these people are just leading unbelievably unhinged lives. And part of me hopes it’s the latter? It’s too batshit crazy not to be true!
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Reply to u/amateurdetective · 9h
Or, and hear me out … it’s all an internal dialogue you’re having with your numerous Reddit personalities to work out your own unresolved relationship issues. We’re all just incredibly intricate fragments of your aching psyche!
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u/opinionatedtruther · 7h
Lmao you are both nuts, but I have to side with OP on this one. The chances of these being all interconnected fabricated stories is way too perfect to be an accident. All the tiny threads and recurring backstories/character details woven between wildly different subreddit posts? That’s not a coincidence.
I could buy it maybe being some extended Reddit fanfic experiment between a couple of redditors seeing who can craft more engaging characters and drama while world-building off each other’s plot threads. Like a weird form of collabing through the confined lens of Reddit posts. It would be pretty genius if so.
But for it to be entirely real with all the coinciding details scattered across entirely unrelated posts like that? I’m sorry, but there’s just no way. That’s beyond the scope of believability for me. OP may be bungling the conspiracy, but they’re onto something for sure!
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u/amateurdetective · 6h
THANK YOU, someone gets it! And to answer your other theory … while I can’t 100% rule out some sort of viral Reddit fanfic experiment, I struggle to believe even the most creative writers would be capable of improvising THAT intricately interconnected of a storyline stream-of-consciousness style like that.
Like each voice and perspective they inhabit remains remarkably consistent across such wildly different contexts (relationship drama, life events, ethical debates, and updates). It would take incredible skill to stay in the headspaces of these distinct individuals and keep their personalities/plot orbits from tangling into an incomprehensible mess. While possible, it seems incredibly unlikely.
That’s what has me believing there’s a remarkable kernel of stranger-than-fiction truth at the heart of this whole saga being teased out piece-by-piece. Or again … I’ve finally been gaslit into being a tin foil hatter of beautiful Reddit fantasies. Either way I’m here for it!
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Reply to u/amateurdetective · 3h
All I have to say is please touch some grass and post to r/creativewriting instead 🙄
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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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the royal wildcard ! esteban o. x ofc (british princess!actress!ofc)
summary: albertine ‘albie’ spencer was born months before her parents got divorced and years later, she plays a massive role as a royal rebel and a certain alpine-renault’s partner. somehow, the british media didn’t get a glance at another surprise that came directly from the source.
content warning: princess ofc without the princess manners, esteban ocon is a nerd and i love him ur honour, vine + hamilton reference (nothing cringe i promise), royal family issue, absence of father and mother figure, wedding/marriage announcement, pierre gasly appearance
note: changed my profile and posted this! i couldn’t go to sleep knowing i should just post this now. press the photos to view the whole posts. enjoy xx
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user1 you and your what 😀😀
user2 say sike rn albie.
user3 is that a croissant in estie’s hand
user4 why are you worried about the uneaten croissant? she literally just called him husband 😭
albertinespencer he accidentally dropped the croissant
user3 STAWPPPP HE ACTUALLY DROPPED THE CROISSANT? 😭
lance_stroll he actually made you a spider-man fan oh my god liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer i was being watched as i changed my watch background
kitty.spencer that mask is not a good disguise if you were to ask me 😂 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer we hardly tried 😂
kitty.spencer i’ll teach you more about disguising when you and estie visit uk 😉
user5 i can no longer sleep knowing that estie is now prince esteban
user6 this is the wildest of all wildcards to have happened this season ngl
estebanocon i didn’t think you’d see me looking at that photo of you and spiderman 🥲 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer but i love you for it, my darling ❤️
pierregasly next time invite me on one of your trips smh 😠 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer i didn’t know one piece of french comes in a pack of two did i?
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charles_leclerc siuuuuuuuu liked by estebanocon
user1 the subtle spiderman things 😭 he got her hooked on marvel fr
user2 diana’s ring being matched with esteban’s own has got to be the sweetest shit i can cry on 😩 how long have you two been planning this??
estebanocon i’ve had it in my mind for two years!
user2 STAWP you’re making me fall harder for you
kitty.spencer you two are so perfect together 😍😘 liked by estebanocon
estebanocon this is a lot coming from you kit! ❤️
landonorris can’t believe that MY PRINCESS is married to my friend
user3 now bow down to prince estie lololol you too georgerussell63 alex_albon
alex_albon i always pegged her as a jude bellingham fan tbh
georgerussell63 meh, she gave mason mount vibes :/
albertinespencer 🥲 i support west ham
alex_albon boooooooo 👎
user4 short wife 🤝 tall husband liked by estebanocon
albertinespencer stoooop because you’re goofy smile literally had me when i walked down the aisle liked by estebanocon
albertinespencer like i almost tripped love 😩 i almost lost half of our dignity in one go liked by estebanocon
albertinespencer it doesn’t matter as long as you know i’d fall for you in a literal sense, anything hardly matters liked by estebanocon
albertinespencer here’s to the time we have ahead of us mon cœur!!! i love you so much estie 🍾🥂💕 liked by estebanocon
estebanocon you’re one of a kind, ma reine 😍
bonus !!!
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All the boys pt. 1
Pt2
F1 grid x f!reader, Logan sargeant x sister!reader, (slight) Jude Bellingham x reader
A/N : cute ig
Summary : famous reader visits the Miami Grand Prix, leaving infatuated drivers in her wake
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yourusername I’m out here in Miami
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logansargeant looking for the hoochie daddies 💋
user1 prettyyyyy
user2 why is she in Miami
user3 when’s obx s4 coming out
user4 who’s the guy?
↳ user5 @/logansargeant he’s an f1 driver
↳ user6 wtf is an f1
user7 how do they know each other tho…
↳ user8 feel like he’s been on her insta forever it’s just that no one noticed before he was in f1
user9 🔥🔥🔥
judebellingham Madrid misses you
↳ yourusername I’ll be back 🙄
user10 Jude?
user11 she’s so stunning
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y/nupdates y/n around the paddock this weekend!
user12 did y’all see her with the Ferrari boys 😏
↳ user13 the way they were both flirting with her was kinda crazy
↳ user14 no like you could tell they were flirting through the screen…
user15 queen 👑
user16 istg lando looked like he was in love
↳ user17 the photo Oscar posted??? Oh he has a crushhhh
user18 ik my man Pierre didn’t think he had game
↳ user19 I mean, in comparison to estie…
user20 the way Daniel lit up when she came into alpha Tauri was so cute 😭
↳ user21 cute enough for you to forget she’s literally 20???
user22 guys… don’t count out yuki
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yourusername ⭐️👧
user23 MY WIFE
user24 IM IN LOVE WITH HER
user25 she’s so hot
carlossainz 🤩
user26 the drivers in the likes… we see you girl
user27 🔥🔥🔥
charlesleclerc 😍
judebellingham call me
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user28 Jude???
↳ user29 she lives in Spain now and lived in England and then Germany for a few years for some movie so they’ve known each other a while
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── ˙ ̟ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 !!
🎙️ isn't it just so pretty to think? all along there was an invisible string tying you to me.
87% of individuals share a special bond with another person—someone they consider their soulmate. it's said that this connection is the universe's attempt to reunite the atoms that were once united before the big bang, almost like a cosmic apology for separating them in the first place.
can a formula one driver find their true love amidst the chaos of their fast-paced life? and do they even need to search when it feels like fate has already scripted their love story with every twist and turn?
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) :: 2024!f1 grid x reader. | different one shots.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: warnings will be provided at the beginning of each one shot!
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: i am a hopeless romantic, and i love the concept of soulmate!au. that's it, that's the author's note.
˒ ⌕ — MASTERLIST
ᯓ★ you o'clock :: logan sargeant x reader.
⤷ soulmates who have a timer on their wrists counting down the minutes until they meet each other.
ᯓ★ steps to you :: lando norris x reader.
⤷ soulmates who can see each other's steps.
ᯓ★ lost and found :: charles leclerc x reader.
⤷ soulmates who find whatever the other has lost.
ᯓ★ transit love :: esteban ocon x reader.
⤷ soulmates who, once enter in a vehicle, are connected to each other.
ᯓ★ strings of fate :: lewis hamilton x reader.
⤷ soulmates who are connected through a red string.
ᯓ★ timeless :: carlos sainz jr. x reader.
⤷ soulmates who share memories from their past lives together.
ᯓ★ lock and key :: george russell x reader.
⤷ soulmates who are born holding pendants — one has a lock, the other has a key.
ᯓ★ freaky friday :: oscar piastri x reader.
⤷ soulmates who swap bodies randomly.
©️ oofthwoods — 2024.
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Saw your post about requests being open and had this idea and I didn’t want to fall asleep and forget about it. Idk if you do Esteban Ocon but yeah. Esteban and Kpop idol, she real famous and she’s been soft launching someone for years but never revealed them because her management won’t allow her to reveal who it is. Anyways her contract ends and she reveals that the person she’s been soft launching is Esteban and they’re actually married and have a kid. (You can pick the gender). Thanks. Love the two works you put out already and can’t wait to read more 🫶
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓
. ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` why the french guy bro 😞 … ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ kpop and f1? what on earth would that have in common? a lot actually!
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ esteban ocon x reader
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ most photos are of jennie!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ cursing, reader speaks her mind lol, pregnancy and kids?
𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ I would be lying if I said I didn’t start tearing up at the end 🥹🩶 thank you so so much! people like you encourage me to keep going :)) Fair warning, I’m practically clueless about K-pop… but I still tried my best! I decided against having the reader be part of a group, but rather a soloist, just for my sake until I gain more knowledge. again, thank you so much lovely, I hope you and everyone else enjoy 🫶
this is def the longest one yet 😵💫
some of the concept isn’t exactly the same, but I definitely tried to best to give what you requested!
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therealyn_ln merci, paris! thank you to all who joined the show!
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username3 i literally couldn’t stop screaming,… best show yet!
→ therealyn_ln tysm! You fans always encourage me to try even harder!
username7 oh she’s totally ignoring the recent news flash…
→ username9 what news?!
→ username10 apparently, she was seen with some guy after her show in Paris!
username8 who is the mystery man?!
username11 why is no one mentioning the fact that esteban ocon is in the comments?!
→ username12 the fact that a f1 driver is even in the comments of a kpop idol is strange enough.
→ username13 it’s not even that, he WATCHED the show!
estebanocon glad to know you loved Paris! The show was amazing!
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therealyn_ln Me 🤝 First F1 Race! Honored to be a part of Alpine’s garage tonight! Wonderful work by @ fernandoalonso and @ estebanocon!
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fernandoalonso Of course. You are always welcome. 👍
username14 WHO IS THAT MAN??? I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE ‘19!
username15 we lost her guys 😔😔
username16 Y/N and F1?! My life is at it’s highest!
username17 is that… the guy at her Paris show before the COVID-19 shut down?!
alpinef1team Thank you, Y/n! Overjoyed to have you join our garage and team! You certainly energized us this race 😉
estebanocon always willing to win! especially with your support 😊
username18 I can’t be the only one that’s been noticing something fishy lately…
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estebanocon celebrating in style 🥂
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username19 estie bestie!!
username20 uhmm…. the dinner photo?!
username21 WHO IS HE WITH 🤔 🤔
username22 surely Y/N posting that photo with her soft launch bf and estie’s dinner isn’t a coincidence…
alpinef1team we keep pushing! 👊
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therealyn_ln Hello fans, for the next upcoming year, I will be taking a break from music, and embracing the love of my fans, and finally being able to share my love for my husband with not just me, but to finally show it to all of you.
happy new years to all! Happy 2022 :)
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username21 why the french guy bro 😞
username19 HUSBAND?!
username22 SINCE WHEN WAS SHE MARRIED?!
username20 what happened to hi? my name is?
username18 I TOLD YOU GUYS SOMETHING I FISHY
alpinef1team Mr and Mrs L/N-Ocon 🫡
estebanocon ma beauté 🩷
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therealyn_ln happy anniversary my love! 🤍 this was the best gift anyone can receive. Loving you now and for forever.
username21 WHAT IS HAPPENING RN
username19 no way.
username22 A BABY ALREADY?
username20 i’m at a loss for words.
alpinef1team Future driver in the works! 🏁👀
estebanocon so happy to be part of this journey with you my love ❤️
→ therealyn_ln my favorite frenchie 🥐
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→ pierregasly damn.
→ francisca.cgomes don’t worry @ pierre_gasly you’re always my fav ❤️
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therealyn_ln welcome to the world baby Alix 🤍
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landonorris can’t wait to be the favorite uncle
→ charles_leclerc sorry to break it to you Lando, but i’m going to be the favorite
→ alex_albon you’re lying it’s me
→ lance_stroll definitely me
→ maxverstappen1 nope, me.
→ carlossainz55 lo siento, it’s me!
→ danielricciardo bursting your bubble! It’s none of you cause I’m right here!
→ logansargeant i can’t wait to teach them some american football :)
→ pierregasly it’s definitely not me.
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