#esteban ocon oneshots

[silversainz]

Hi! I love your work, and I will take advantage of my free moment.. to ask you if you can make an imagine of Esteban Ocon jealous of the reader and his friendship with another driver (who is the ex of the reader)? Thanksss <3

jealously, jealously

esteban ocon x reader

summary: esteban can't stand the fact that Mick Schumacher got all your attention tonight and so he decides to do something about it (obviously based on the request, uptop)

warnings: some angst if you squint, mentions of drinking, lots of jealously, like one cuss word, light fluff. Not proofread, probably some errors.

esteban knew he shouldn't feel like this, you weren't his and he wasn't yours simple as that. but the amount of jealously and anger that was consuming his body that night, from the way you left him at the bar alone and walked over to mick, sitting down right beside him all happy and ready to start your night with him, even though you were supposed to be spending it with him. made him feel beyond pissed off and the way Mick's eyes wandered over your body in that tight dress you decide to wear tonight, licking his lips and just very casually laid his hand on your thigh gripping it, while you showed absolutely no reaction just placed your hand on top of his and left it there.

gripping onto the glass in his hands that contained a strong alcohol beverage, he took in a deep breath trying to relax himself, but the longer he just stared at you and Mick, the more he noticed how much higher Mick's hand was going up on your thighs and was getting closer and closer to going under your dress. he clenched his jaw, his knuckles getting whiter as he still held on to the glass in his hand, which he decided to set down, in case he actually broke it in his hands.

god he felt stupid and embarrassed for feeling like this. he knew very well that you and Mick were exes, but we're still very good friends, who talked on the regular basis and pretty sure flirted with each other on a daily basis Everytime you two saw each other on the grid, and that also made people question if you two even broke up, but they decided to not ask and keep their mouths shut.

but as a result of that. esteban made a promise to himself, that he wouldn't fell for someone like you, someone that was not only way out of his way out league, but also the ex of his best mate. stealing one more glance at the two of you, he saw you looking at him and throw him a small wave, before returning your attention back to mick. esteban shook his head, took in another deep breath and got up from his seat. he shoved a shot down his throat, fixed the selves on his white button up shirt and started walking towards you both.

As he got closer and closer he heard the sounds of your laughter and Mick's laugher mixed together, and that made him question if he should have just stayed sitting at the bar alone and continued shoving drinks down his throat, to get you off his mind. but his legs continued on walking and so he knew there was nothing he could do now.

"hey buddy, there you are" mick's enthusiastic spoke voice up and god his breath smelled like so much alcohol mix together. "I thought you left" he shook his head at Mick and sat down beside him, moving all the empty shot glasses out of the way, so he could lean on the table.

"nope. was just chilling at the bar. y'know alone. my friend kinda ditched me" his voice was laced with so much bitterness and that made you and mick shift in your seats uncomfortable.

"shit, fuck, I'm sorr-

"No it's fine, don't worry about it" he cut you off before you had time to apologise. again the tension at the table returned. Mick looked at his phone checking the time and let out a fake grasp, pretending to realize the time.

"damn I didn't realize the time. I better get going. i-we have early practice in the morning." mick looked between esteban and you, giving you both a soft smile, but you knew there was a hint of uncomfortableness behind it. You cleared your throat as you got up from your seat to give him a hug goodbye, the tension was starting to feel very thick and so uncomfortable.

"see you later hum. I'll be cheering you on" esteban rolled his eyes at your words and looked at the very interesting painting's on the wall. god he couldn't stand to see you and Mick together anymore.

as soon as Mick left. you turned and looked at esteban who was still looking at the painting's on the wall. "So we're just not going to talk about what just happened?" you leaned over on the table and jumped slightly when esteban turned to look at you slowly, like in some horror movie.

"what is there to talk about?" He asked all causal, like he hadn't just made the mood in the room so uncomfortable for you and mick.

"um how about the fact, you were acting, I don't know weird?" esteban laughed and you grew concerned "look if this is about how I abandoned you at the bar. I'm sorry, I haven't seen Mick in awhile. we just wanted to catch up and-

"oh catching up is that it" esteban cut you off again and you became confused when he got up from his seat and sat down on the one beside you "yes, catching up, y'know something that friends do. every once in awhile" you continued on and stared at him. before a smile grow on your face. "Oh I see what's happening" now it was esteban's turn to look confused.

"are you mister-ocon, jealous, that Mick Schumacher, got all my attention tonight?" You poked at his arm, teasing him and gigged when you saw the light blush appear on his face. " yeah maybe I am" esteban said with way too confidence, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"honey, if you wanted my attention. you literally could have just pulled me away from him and brought me a drink instead" you poked at his arm again, causing him to grab your hand locking his hand with yours. "well how about I buy you a drink now and maybe I can get your attention for the rest of the night" esteban asked while looking at you

"y'know what. I would love that" esteban smiled and decided now was the time to say fuck it and risk it "and how about after this, I can perhaps take you home, to my place" he smirked when he saw how red your cheeks got and how you dropped your head into his shoulder, hiding your face from him."Yeah I would love that to"

Sand me some more request for this man. because I'll gladly write them all day long!

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[alearicci]

“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

warnings: pregnancy, the birth of the first child, a lot of emotions and reflections, comfort, tears

note: the second part is already in the profile. im crying. I really love estie and this theme of story. expect a lot of stories about family daily 🥹

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Every cell of his being wanted to be near his wife y/n, to meet their newborn daughter Amelie, who entered this world while he was racing.

With the festive champagne still sparkling on his racing suit, Esteban wasted no time. He hurriedly headed to the hospital, his mind consumed by a mixture of joy, anticipation and an insatiable desire to hug his daughter for the first time.

Already sitting in his car, Esteban started it and hurriedly taxied the sports car onto the main road. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel, he involuntarily thought about everything that was happening.

He's been dreaming about his daughter all his life. Not even about my son, although he also dreamed of him, but about my daughter. Vowing to be the best father he could be, he felt a huge determination to give her everything she deserved— love, support and opportunities that he may have missed out on as a child.

Memories of his own childhood came flooding back to him, when financial difficulties sometimes loomed over his head. To fulfill his dream, his parents had to sacrifice too much. The realization that he could now give his daughter the life he could only dream of lit a fire in him.

With every ounce of his being, Esteban promised himself that his daughter would never experience the difficulties he faced in his childhood. He will work tirelessly to secure her future, ensuring that she will be surrounded by the comfort, stability and resources necessary to realize her dreams.

I wonder what her dream will be?

But it wasn't just about material goods. He was fully aware that it is possible to be a great father regardless of financial capabilities. He sought to build a deep emotional connection with his daughter, to be close to her in every possible way. His thoughts wandered over the precious moments they would share, from bedtime stories to teaching her how to ride a bike, from cheering her on at school plays to being her unwavering support in difficult moments.

It was a pain in the heart that they would have to part often because of Ocon's career. As soon as this thought popped into his head, Esteban bit his lower lip and tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Now we need to think not about this, but about how their first meeting will happen.

As he sped along the road, the roar of the engine mixed with the stream of thoughts that dominated his head. "Amelie," he whispered to himself, savoring the sound of her name coming off his tongue. Chords of pride and overwhelming love began to intertwine in his thoughts, mixing with the responsibilities and dreams that lay ahead of him as a father.

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace as he anxiously made his way through the crowded streets to the maternity hospital. The roar of the crowd and the impetuous atmosphere of the circuit were replaced by a serene calm that engulfed his thoughts. With each passing milestone on the way, his heart was filled with expectation.

Every red light, every turn and every passing car only fueled Esteban's impatience. He couldn't wait to hug y/n to soothe her with a gentle hug after a long wait. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, overflowing with love for the woman who stood by his side no matter what.

Finally reaching the hospital, Esteban hastily parked the car and rushed to the entrance. Nurses and doctors in smocks and masks greeted him with understanding smiles, recognizing the famous Formula 1 racer. However, at that moment he was just a nervous father-to-be.

Finally the moment has come. Esteban entered the hospital room, his gaze immediately stopped on y/n. He caught his breath when he saw her, her face shining with a mixture of fatigue and pure happiness. Their eyes met, conveying a deep message of love and gratitude that could not be expressed in any words.

Esteban distinctly felt moisture begin to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. He laughed faintly and covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to show his weakness to his beloved wife.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

"Come to me, my love"

Ocon obediently walked over and sat down on a chair next to y/n's bed. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Esteban sniffed and put his hand on hers.

"We did it, l'amour de ma vie. (love of my life)"

"No, you did it, y/n. She's everything we could ever dream of, honey. I can't believe how lucky we are to have her in our lives. I'm so proud of you, my love. You brought our beautiful girl into this world."

Esteban smiled tenderly and leaned towards his wife to leave a light kiss on her lips. He didn't want to disturb her and decided that he would have time to kiss her properly a little later.

"I'm going to cry, Estie."

This intimate and personal moment was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Mr. Ocon, good evening. Your baby is strong and healthy, the nurse can bring her here or you can go to her. Do you want to see her?"

"Yes, Doc, a thousand times yes."

"Let the baby be brought here," y/n said softly. "I want to see them."

"Okay, then wait a bit."

The doctor left and in just a few seconds a nurse entered the room with a baby in a special transparent box.

"Will you take her in your arms?"

Esteban exhaled loudly and did not dare to look at his child. He was both ready and not ready to face this little miracle.

"If possible."

"Of course. Take off your T-shirt, it will be an important ritual in forming your bond. Hold it, just be careful."

"Of course," Esteban replied and took the baby in his arms.

She was light. Like a feather.

His heart seemed about to pop out of his chest.

The sight of her delicate, delicate features on her face filled him with awe and a sense of deep responsibility. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized the incredible privilege granted to him — fatherhood.

His hands were shaking as he pulled her to him. When her tiny gentle warmth touched his skin, a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. In that infinitesimal moment, he felt an indissoluble bond forming, forever binding his heart to the heart of his daughter. He admired her innocence, her beautiful soul and the amazing mixture of herself and y/n that lay before him.

"Welcome to this wonderful world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter.

He gently cradled the newborn Amelie in his strong but gentle arms. With a soft smile on his face, he leaned a little closer and whispered to her in a soothing voice, trying not to disturb her sleep and peace.

"You are already loved more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of awe and joy.

Ocon couldn't help but admire the miracle of life and the incredible journey that his daughter was going to have. He spoke softly, sharing his hopes, dreams and aspirations for her.

"I want you to know that you can become anyone. You already have my mom's strength, determination and talent to cope with any challenge that gets in your way," he muttered with unshakable faith in his voice.

He continued to share his love and admiration, his words were filled with warmth and encouragement.

"You see, my little one, life will be filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures, but always remember that I am here for you. I will be your guiding star, your greatest support, ready to cherish every moment with you," he whispered, his voice laced with unwavering commitment.

Speaking to her, Okon could already imagine how many adventures they were going to have together. From race tracks to family gatherings and ordinary, everyday moments, he promised to be present at every stage of her life.

"And whenever the world makes you feel depressed or insecure, just know that you can always find comfort in my arms. I will hold you, comfort you and remind you of what a great girl you are," he shared, his voice filled with unconditional fatherly love.

With a gentle and loving touch, Formula 1 driver Esteban Ocon cradled his newborn daughter Amelie in his strong arms. The dimly lit room became a serene backdrop for this precious moment, when Esteban quietly whispered to his tiny bundle of joy.

"Welcome to this world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter. Looking into her eyes, he wondered what adventures awaited them.

"You are the most precious gift, Amelie. I promise to protect you, guide you and love you with all my heart," Esteban continued a little louder than a whisper. He knew the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, but he was determined to be the best father and role model for his little girl.

Esteban gently stroked Amelie's delicate cheek, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. He admired her tiny features and the perfect harmony she seemed to embody. At that moment, time stopped when he was overwhelmed by a wave of overwhelming love.

"Tu fais partie de moi, Amélie, et je fais partie de toi (You are a part of me, Amelie, and I am a part of you)," Esteban whispered, a mixture of excitement and a sense of responsibility in his voice. He was thinking about the legacy he wanted to pass on to his daughter—a legacy of perseverance, dedication and striving for a dream.

As Esteban continued to cradle his daughter, he whispered secrets about the world they would explore together, ranging from the breakneck speed of the race track to the tranquility of nature. He talked about the different cultures they would encounter, the lessons they would learn, and the memories they would create.

"You see, mon petit ange (my little angel), life is an incredible journey, and I will be by your side every step of the way," Esteban whispered, his voice a mixture of unshakable determination and deep love. He imagined the two of them overcoming difficulties, supporting each other and celebrating victories, both big and small.

While Amelie was peacefully dozing in his arms, Esteban Ocon's adoration for his daughter grew immeasurably. In that quiet moment, he knew that this bond they shared would be unbreakable.

With a final whisper, he whispered, "Amelie, my precious, you are my world, and I will love you forever."

With every whispered word, Ocon created a connection that would last a lifetime. He knew that Amelie would grow up to be as strong, resilient and determined as her father.

In that precious moment when he cradled his precious daughter and shared his heartfelt feelings, Esteban Ocon became a beacon of love, inspiration and support for his beloved Amelie.

In this hospital room, surrounded by the love of his wife and the newfound joy of his daughter's presence, Esteban realized that winning the race was just a chapter in a much grander adventure. The real victory lay in this precious family, now united by a common love that will last for their entire lives.

Cradling Amelie in his arms, Esteban Ocon felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought him to this unusual moment. The upcoming path of a loving husband and devoted father promised countless victories, trials and unceasing love.

Esteban had forgotten that in addition to him and his daughter, there was a nurse and his wife in the room. When his gaze fell on them, the nurse was sitting on the edge of the patient's bed and handing her paper handkerchiefs with which she wiped her tears.

Looking at them, Ocon couldn't help smiling and gently, barely perceptibly, kissed his treasure on the forehead.

crying part two?

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[the-offside-rule]

Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Jumper

Requested: yes

Prompt: 21) "I can't believe you're wearing my jumper."

Warnings: none

Esteban couldn't help but smile as he watched Y/n emerge from the bedroom, wearing his oversized jumper. "Morning." He smiled, watching her wall gracefully across the floor. "You seem in a good mood." She remarked, reaching for a mug from the cupboard. "I just can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper." He chuckled, his chin resting on his hand. Y/n grinned, adjusting the sleeves that were way too long for her. "Well, it's cozy, and it smells like you. You should probably wash it." She joked. "You wash, I'll cook the breakfast. How about that?" He suggested, standing up to head over towards the cooker. "Can I think about it?" She asked. "If I cook a nice breakfast, you can do the clean-up. Deal?" Y/n put her hand out and grinned. "Deal." She sat on the sofa eith her mug of coffee whilst Esteban got to work on their breakfast. "I think I might keep this jumper. It looks better on me anyway." She called called him. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Only because you make everything look better." She looked back. "Guilty as charged!"

She stood up and walked towards the table as Esteban stirred whatever it was in the pan. "I can't believe I'm letting you near the stove." She teased. He looked at her offended. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent chef. Just watch and learn, mon amour." She said, placing a gentle kiss onto her cheek. The kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon and Y/n was already regretting making that deal.

"Let me just-" She paused, scooping up a fork full of her food before placing it into her mouth. She smiled as she looked over at Esteban before faking a distasteful look. "It's disgusting. I don't think I can do clean-up now. I just-" Esteban attacked her neck with kisses and her sides with tickles, making her erupt into laughter. "Stop! You're gonna make me spill it on your wonderful spiderman jumper!" She shrieked but he didn't stop. "I can wash the jumper!" Esteban had lifted her to the sofa, where he mercilessly tickled her nearly to death.

"Esteban! Stop!" She laughed, swatting playfully at his hands, but Esteban persisted, enjoying the adorable sound of her laughter. Finally, he relented, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You're too irresistible when you laugh." He said, a softness in his eyes. Y/n looked up at him, still catching her breath. "What was that for?" Esteban smiled, cupping her face in his hands. "I just wanted to hear you laugh. It just made me realize." Curiosity sparkled in Y/n's eyes as her head tilted to the side. "I love you." He whispered, his gaze unwavering. Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "I love you too, babe." She replied, closing the gap between them both and sealing their moment with a sweet kiss. "You still look incredible in that jumper." He grinned. "Well, it may look better on the floor."

"I don't know what to say about that." Esteban replied. "I don't know. Maybe say that you love me again? I like you saying that." Esteban leaned down slowly before chucking a cushion right at her face. "Come on, get up. We have stuff to do." Y/n laughed. "Boring!",

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[81norris]

and it's lights out, and away we go ☆

this is an 18+ blog, minors dni

☆•°. * hi !! welcome on my page, my name's bunny, i use she/her and i'm 20! i am french but everything that you'll read here will be in english!

*+:｡i am an f1 enthusiast first, human second, here i will be thirsting, screaming but mostly writing so make yourself comfortable and i hope you'll enjoy what you read! please be polite and remember that feedback is always appreciated!

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[sainzfilm]

🏡 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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[libraryofloveletters]

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 :) 

---- 

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. 

---- 

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. 

---- 

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. 

---- 

tagging: @halsteadssneakylink​ cause she's been getting sneaky peeks all week + @oneafterdark​ because we both loveeeee estie bestie  

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon x y/n #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon fic #esteban ocon imagine #esteban ocon oneshot #esteban ocon fanfic #esteban ocon fanfiction #esteban ocon smut #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr x you #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fiction #f1 smut #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula one x you

[sheluvricciardo]

hey guys, i’m trying to figure out what to write next and it would really help to get some submissions from you guys!! whether it be characters or prompts or both, i could use some help figuring out what to write next.

the following are characters i write for:

FATE THE WINX SAGA

riven

sky

FORMULA ONE

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

george russell

lewis hamilton

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

esteban ocon

pierre gasly

sebastian vettel

mick schumacher

nicholas latifi (not my proudest moment)

FORMULA FEEDER SERIES (2 & 3)

felipe drugovich

liam lawson

dennis hauger

reece ushijima

arthur leclerc

franco colapinto

i will eventually add onto this list of fandoms/characters but for now this is the list that i am willing to do!! please don’t be shy if you have a request

#ftws #riven #oneshot #sky #formula one #f1 #f2 #f3 #formula 2 #formula 3 #charles leclerc one shot #carlos sainz one shot #george russell #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lando norris #esteban ocon #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #felipe drugovich #dennis hauger

[0rrphiic]

Hi pookies, i’ve decided to put my creative brain to something that isnt reality shifting!! Ive been reading a lot of oneshots, head cannons and so on. So i’ve decided to also write some!! Heres some people i am willing to write for/fandoms

Formula 1

- Charles Leclerc

- Carlos Sainz

- Pierre Gasly

- Lando Norris

- Max Verstappen

- Checo Perez (For my 11 girlies and boys)

- Oscar Piastri

- Daniel Ricciardo

- Liam Lawson

- Esteban Ocon

Formula 2

- Kimi Antonelli

- Ollie Bearman

- Paul Aron

- Bianca Bustamante

Singers

- Taylor Swift

- Sabrina Carpenter

- Dominic Fike

If you have any requests that arent up there please request anyways and ill probably write some either way. Some things i WILL NOT write about

- R@pe

- Shit and piss kinks cus wth..

- Senna i wont write abt him at ALL

- Smut w/Minors wont be included.

- Jules Bianchi (Depends on what you request)

Some things i will write about!

- Smut

- Fluff

- Angst (Love angst)

More about me!!

I am apart of the shifting community, i have been since 2019 and some of my main drs are my Formula 1, Teen fame, Monaco, Arranged marriage, wag, reporter and think thats all besides my group drs!!

Have an amazing night 💋

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #reality shifting #formula one x reader

[ghostwnby]

Ghostwnby's intro post!

Hello everyone! I thought it was about time I wrote a little intro post for this blog. So with that being said, hello! Welcome to my blog!

Some quick facts about me:

- I'm 18 years old (I'll be 19 in a few months 🤭)

- I'm American

- I use any/all pronouns

- I identify as queer <3

- I am currently hyperfixated on f1 (my fav teams are Redbull [excluding Christian Horner], Mercedes, Aston Martin) but I do love hockey (my fav teams are Boston Bruins, New York Rangers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and Chicago Blackhawks) as well :)

Talking about f1, my top 5 favorite drivers are:

1. Esteban Ocon

2. Daniel Riccardo

3. Sebastian Vettel (+ Lewis Hamilton they are a bonded pair they come as a duo i dont make the rules 💀)

4. Max Verstappen

5. Fernando Alonso

♡♡♡

I really like the rest of the current grid (especially Lance <33) but if I had to share my "bottom" three it would be:

1. George Russell - I'm sorry but something about this man's vibes are extremely off to me and he lowkey scares me 😭😭

2. Pierre Gasly - Same reason as George. He's not as bad but still his vibe is just not it for me 💀

3. Sergio "Checo" Pérez - I'm sorry to all the Checo fans out there but I absolutely hate this man so much. Even before I started watch DTS I hated him. He gives me creepy gross man vibes. I hate it.

♡♡♡

Even though I haven't posted anything in YEARS, I have been getting back into writing fics again.

So with that being said, here is a list I am (or will) write for:

- Sewis

- Maxiel

- Strollonso

- Landoscar

- Charlos

- Yukierre

- George Russell + Alex Albon (idk their ship name??)

- Esteban + Lance (again idk their ship name)

And ones I won't write for:

- lestappen (don't kill me)

- Max/Checo (or any dealing with Checo tbh)

- Carlando (don't kill me 2.0 yall are scary)

- Lando/Daniel

- Charles/Pierre

♡♡♡

Also, my request box is open! I would love to answer any questions/requests you all might have for me 🤭

But before that I want to set a few ground rules.

Here is what I am WILLING to write:

- imagines/oneshots (involving the drivers/ships I listed before)

- fluff

- angst**

- smut**

- Maybe x reader??

**There are limitations to what I am willing to write. (No heavy angst aka any triggering/heavy topics And I will list the restrictions on smut below)

With that being said here is what I'm NOT willing write:

- Anything dealing with the drivers/ships listed earlier

- Again any heavy/triggering topics

- Any type of age play

- Anything that deals with extreme k!nks

- Piss (or anything along that matter)

- Anything problematic (I've seen some insane tags for fics smh)

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I think that's all for now! If I think of anything else or I have any big updates I will definitely update this! Thank you all for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day/night 🥰💕

#intro post #formula 1 #ferrari #red bull f1 #mercedes #mclaren #renault #stake f1 team #haas f1 team #bwt alpine f1 team #visa cashapp racing bulls #williams f1 #ghostwnby

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

A Night in Paris || Esteban Ocon

Not my gif

Requested: Yes by @eo31-f1

Pairing: Esteban Ocon x Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex male and female receiving, Penetrative sex female receiving

EXPLICT CONTENT, UNDER 18S DO NOT INTERACT

After meeting Esteban Ocon whilst on holiday in France he shows you he isnt the shy quiet boy everybody thinks he is.

It was your second night in France, you and your best friend had been exploring Paris all weekend, she was born and raised here and knew all the best places to go, the quiet cafe's, the most beautiful photo spots. "Let's go take some photos by the Eiffel Tower" she smiled at you, dragging you along the streets.  You got there in no time and set up your tripod, you were no instagram model but you knew how to take a good photo, you posed away with your best friend collecting photos of your trip together.

She stopped suddenly, just staring off into the distance. "Are you okay Chloe?" you asked stopping to look at her. "oh.my.god" she muttered out discreetly pointing at a bench just across the way. You followed your gaze to see a man sat by himself, he was tall, even sitting down you could tell he was tall,  his dark features etched themselves in your brain, beautiful brown eyes, short dark hair and the cutest toothy grin you had ever seen. "damn, he's hot" you giggled. "You don't know who he is?" Chloe gasped back at you, you shook your head continuing checking out the handsome stranger. "That's Esteban Ocon, you know the Formula 1 driver" you still stood with a clueless look on your face. "He's one of my favourite drivers. You had never taken an interest in sport but if this is what it had in store you might start soon. "Why don't you just go and say hi?" you said nonchalantly. "Are you kidding me?! didnt you just hear me say that that is Esteban Ocon?" she exclaimed. "don't be silly chloe, come on, ill come with you" you grabbed her arm and marched over to the man on the bench. "Hi" you said, his gaze rose from his phone up to you and chloe stood in front of him. "My friend Chloe here recognised you and wanted to say hello" you smiled down at him. "Bonjour Chloe" he waved, his eyes barely leaving yours. He stood up from the bench, towering over you and Chloe. "It's nice to meet you girls, and you are" he said placing a hand on your shoulder, "Im Y/N" you said brushing his hand off. "and what brings you to Paris?" he asked. "Well it's where I grew up and I wanted to give my best friend the best birthday present ever" Chloe babbled still in awe of Esteban. "Ah a birthday, joyeux anniversaire, how about you girls join me for dinner, my treat" he smiled down at you. Chloe quickly accepted the invitation on your behalf. Esteban led the 2 of you through the streets of paris until you came across a tiny restaurant, with checked table clothes, and flowers on the table and vines up the wall. "Ah Esteban!" the waiter exclaimed noticing you enter the room, "and you brought company" he said pointing to you. "It's my friends birthday and I thought I'd give her the best" he said giving you a lingering look. The three of you sat at the table and ordered your meal. Esteban asked you and Chloe about your life and your plans whilst you were in Paris. You couldn't help but notice Estebans demeanour towards you, the looks that lingered, his hand brushing against yours, the prolonged eye contact. There was certainly a tension growing between the two of you and it was making you shift in your seat. "So Y/N, tell me, are you single?" Esteban asked, brushing his hand along your arm. You blushed as he  stared deep into your eyes. "Erm yes. I am single" you said. "Tell me how a girl as beautiful as you is single" "I just guess I wasn't really looking" "Maybe I could take you on a date some time?" He asked. "Well maybe.." "Well guys as lovely as this is," Chloe interrupted, "the sexual tension in the room is killing me right now, so I'm going to go. I'll see you back at the hotel" Both you and Esteban blushed at her comment. "Honestly guys have fun" she said hugging you as she left. "So... sexual tension" Esteban smirked looking down at you. Your cheeks flushed red as his stare burned through your skin. "If you think there is tension we can take this back to my place" all you could do was nod, your body feeling excited about the possibilities in front of you. Esteban paid for your meal and lead you out of the restaurant and into a cab. You rode in silence, his hand resting on your thigh fingers tickling your skin. Back at the house you started to feel nervous, you had never done this before, never in your life had you meet a guy and gone back to his place the very same day. You sat on the couch with Esteban, both of you unsure of who was going to make the first move. "I won't lie, I'm a little nervous" you giggled trying to ease the tension. "No no, don't be nervous" Esteban said moving towards you, "does it make it better if I do this?" He said leaning down and kissing your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lifted you onto his lap and wrapped your legs around him, your fingers tangling into his hair. You tilted your hips, discreetly trying to feel the friction betwen your legs, Esteban noticed this and titled his hips towards yours, dragging you closer to him. You gasped as your clothed core made contact with his growing bulge. This spurred him on even more, running his fingers down your back and over your thigh, he slipped his hand up the front of your dress and gently rubbed you through your panties, your wetness soaking through and coating his fingers. You moaned quietly as he teased you through the fabric, Slipping it aside he teased your entrance with the tip of his fingers, not breaking his lips away from yours. Esteban pushed a long digit inside of you, stretching you out as he added another finger, you rocked your hips riding his fingers. You blushed as you realised how desperate you must have seemed for a man you had only just met, you stopped, trying to control yourself. Esteban noticed you stop against him and looked deep into your eyes, "are you okay amour?" He said removing his fingers from inside you. "Yes, of course" you reassured him. He swiftly moved to lying on the sofa, moving you to sitting on his chest, your knees to either side of him, he looked up at you with a glint in his eye. Your skirt still hitched up around your waist, you blushed unsure what to expect next. He wrapped his arms around you and  pulled you closer, burying his face into your crotch, he nudged your panties to one side, placing a single kiss on your pussy. You gasped at the feeling and before you could catch your breath he put his tongue to work, swirling around your clit and licking between your folds, a moan escaped your lips as Esteban gripped hold of your thighs and continued to please you, his nose nuzzling your clit as he lapped his tongue against you. Your hands in his hair, supporting your body as you were sitting on his face. The knot in your stomach growing tighter as Esteban relentlessly went down on you. You could feel your orgasm brewing as your thighs went stiff around him. "Ohmygod" you moaned out, Estebans tongue sending you spiralling into your high, he kept his lips attached to your core as your hips rocked back and forth, riding out your high. You climbed off of him and knelt in front of the couch trying to catch your breath, Esteban sat up smirking at you. You pushed his knees apart, settling between his legs, you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, slipping his already hard cock out of his pants, you stroked up and down his length teasing him with your fingers. Placing his tip in your mouth, you slowly ran all the way down his cock, it was painfully slow for Esteban a groan tumbling from his lips as he pushed his hips towards you, desperately trying to feel more of you. You licked the underside of him as you lifted your head back up, he laced his fingers into your hair gripping tightly. He guided your head back and forth using your hair as leverage. You moaned on his cock, sending vibrations down his length. Esteban moaned loudly, his hips bucking into your mouth. He pulled your head back and you onto your feet, standing up and towered over you, kissing you passionately. He spun you around and bent you over the arm of his couch, his fingertips pummelling against your ass as he slipping two fingers from his other hand inside you, pumping them back and forth. "You still want to do this?" He asked. You hummed in response nodding your head. Esteban grabbed hold of your hips, pulling them to his, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside, you moaned loudly as you felt his long stiff cock stretch out your walls. He slowly thrust in and out of you, getting a little harder with every one, he reached for your shoulder pulling your back against he chest and holding you close peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders. Estebans grunts and moans in your ear were turning you on even more, he was so gentle yet he was hitting all the right places. He was quickly building up a rhythm, his hips moving faster now, you could feel your walls tightening around him your orgasm nearing. You pushed your hips back into him, keeping his cock deep inside you. You were moaning out loudy, spurring him on spurring him on for now. "Oh Y/N" he moaned, his knuckles turning white from gripping on so hard. Those two words were enough to send you over the edge, you're entire body like a rag doll  as he kept thrusting into you, prolonging your orgasm. "Oh fuck" he groaned, thrusting harder into you for a few final moves as he finished inside you. He dropped onto the couch, exhausted  from his evening with you. You climbed on next to him, pulling your dress back over your ass. Esteban extended his arm out, wrapping it around your shoulders and kissing your cheek gently. "Please let me take you out sometime whilst you are still in Paris" he smiled down at you. "Of course" you grinned back, cuddling up to him and resting your head on his chest.

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Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Bad Reputation

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Prompt: Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes

Warnings: mentions of s€x

"Wait. You know her?" Esteban asked in confusion. He was with his friends at his house. The boys asked to see the girl that he was always banging on about so he gave in and showed them her picture but he wasn't expecting anyone to know who she was. "Who doesn't know her? She used to be Brandon's fuck buddy mate." Esteban's world came tumbling down. He had spent so long looking for the perfect girl and this just...now what? "You're wrong." Esteban mumbles. "What? Mate, are you okay in the head? She's basically a whore." That was the final straw. "Get out of my house. All of you." He grabbed their coats and chucked them to his friends. "What do you mean? Why are you getting so mad over a whore?" Esteban wasn't having any of it. He shoved them out of the door and locked it behind him. He had to see Y/n. He had to know the truth. He ran to his phone and looked desperately for her contact. The phone began ringing and just as quickly as he dialled the number, she picked up. "Hey. What's up?" Her cheery voice said through the phone. "The guys are gone home. Do you want to come over?" He tried his best to not sound phased but deep down he was. It frightened him. "Yeah sure. I'll be there soon. See ya!" She hung up and he was left in silence.

His doorbell soon rang and it didn't take long for him to answer. He swung the door open and felt a relief seeing her beaming smile and bouncy eyes. "Are you doing okay? You look awfully pale." She said concerned. He nodded and brought her into his living room. She sat down and watched as he paced. "You're clearly not okay. What's going on?" Esteban ran his fingers through his short hair. "I don't know how to ask this, how to put it into words without-" He let out a loud groan. "You're really starting to worry me Esteban. What's up? Just tell me. You know you can say anything-" She didn't finish her sentence because she was cut off by Esteban. "Did you sleep with Brandon?" The colour drained from her face. She remembered that name, that person. She remembered everything he did to her and how Esteban could have easily gotten ear of the wrong side of the story. "I didn't sleep with him but if you'll let me, can I please tell my side of the story?" Esteban nodded. He wasn't mad, he just wanted to know why she didn't tell him. He wasn't going to let her ex affect the relationship he wanted with her.

"I was seventeen when I met him. We began dating not so long after and because I'd never had a boyfriend before, I kinda didn't care. I was like every girl around me, normal apparently. At my eighteenth birthday, he asked for a handjob and I said no because I wasn't ready. He then asked for a nude instead so he could at least do it himself so my inexperienced self agreed because I didn't want to lose him. I thought he cared about me. So I did it and sent it but then-" She paused to stop herself from crying but couldn't help it. The tears streamed down her face. Esteban felt horrible. He didn't want her feeling this way and he felt somehow responsible. "He sent it around to his friends and said we had sex which isn't true at all! I wanted to wait because I wasn't ready, I wanted it to mean something and now he just runs around telling people that I'm a whore and I can't seem to get anyone to stay all because of him. He's just- I hate him so much and it takes a lot for me to hate someone. "

"Hey, it doesn't matter. You've got me at least. I didnt believe a word of what I was told about you. I knew they just git the wrong side of the story." Y/n smiled. This was the first time she felt comfortable around someone in a long time. She got trust issues with everyone she met but now Esteban came an d knocked them all down, he actually listened to her talking. "I don't know if this is a misopportune time or if it's inappropriate at this moment but I love you. I have loved you for a while now, I just didn't know how to go about it really so I'm saying it now. I love you." And now he's saying she loves her? Her day can't possibly get any better. "You really love me? You don't care about-" He cuts her off with a kiss. She melts into it, just taking in every moment of this wishing it would last forever. "I don't care about who you were, I care about who you are and who you are going to be. I love you, end of story." He wipes the tears from her cheeks, leaving traces of mascara mixed with tears on his thumbs. "I really, really love you too Esteban. I- this is going to sound silly but do you mind maybe kissing me again?" That was all the confirmation he needed. He had secured the girl he loved not for her looks but for who she was inside and for him, it was the inside that mattered; her Bad Reputation didn't do anything for him, he loved her for her normal, caring self, for her.

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Our secret - ft. Esteban Ocon.

Requested by a lovely anon!! Hope you all like it!!

Also it was my first time writing for Esteban, so sorry if I didn’t catch his personality well!!

It’s smut!!! (or at least I tried)

Their first date was going smoothly. Apart from the exquisite food at the restaurant, they also shared memories from their childhood and plans for the future as well as some laughs and dumb jokes. Of course, races were also discussed, as well as the ice cream they were going to choose as a dessert in the middle of December. Both of them wouldn’t shut up during the date, although they saw each other almost everyday due to work: he was a racing driver, she worked as a mechanic in the pit crew. Esteban finally decided to  make a move and asked her out on a date after the season ended, the tension and heart eyes between them both was obvious, everyone in the paddock realize, let alone their team. YN said yes in a heart beat, she didn’t even let him finish his question. 

-I don’t believe you at all!!- Esteban laughed existing the restaurant after the delicious dinner. 

-I swear I went! I can show you a picture!- YN answered back watching his funny face and wide smile.

-Show me then- he talked leaning into the screen of her phone, ready to contemplate the evidence.

-I don’t have it in my phone, Esteban, it’s framed at home. You can come for a bit, my room mates went back home. Not that they mind having you there anyways- she shrugged.  It was true though, YN took her two room mates, that were also her best friends, to some of the races, where they met the whole team, drivers included, and they loved him since the begging, quickly understanding why their friend had a crush on him.

-Okay, we’ll do that. If you’re lying to me just know that you’re paying the next date- he threatened her. 

-Hey!! I insisted to pay today, you wouldn’t let me!! AND the next date?!?! We haven’t even finished our this one!- she laughed loudly.

-I’m a racing driver. I like things to go fast-.

-Well, I’m a mechanic, I need to make sure everything works perfectly before moving on-.

-Smart- he said opening the door of his car for her making her laugh, at his words and his actions.

The car ride was short. He knew the way by heart from all the times he offered to take her home after long day working, or to pick her up to go to the airport together when traveling for work. He could really go there with his eyes closed, but he wouldn’t do it today, firstly because he was driving (no jokes while driving please), secondly because YN was sitting next to him, as simple as that. She didn’t even need perfect make up, sleek hair or short dresses, her presence was enough to make him go wild. Proof of this was watching her in her overall while working. It wasn’t exactly flattering, but he blushed every time she looked at him, having to deal with Fernando’s jokes after that. 

Watching her through the corner of his eye, he saw her looking through the window curiously even thought she watched the same landscape everyday. He could only think on how beautiful she looked without even trying, how lucky he was to spend time with her. And then the fear came back, a fear that he thought it was already gone when he finally asked her out. ‘What if I mess up?’ ’What if I loose her?’ 

-That was my house, Esteban!!- YN almost shouted pointing back. He missed her home, too busy thinking nonsenses.

-Sorry. It’s okay, there’s a roundabout down the street- he said blushing as she laughed, turning the volume up while she sang  the song playing on the radio at midnight. He looked at her again, smiling as she danced as best as she could in the small space of her sport car.

-Stop here!!- she shouted when they reached her home, making sure he didn’t miss it again. 

-I know, I know- he laughed watching her get out of the car as soon he stopped the engine. He stayed behind, staring at her while she looked for the keys in her small purse. She finally opened the door and let him walk into the dark and silence house first.

-See, if I had a dog, coming back home would be so much fun- YN talked closing the door behind her and turning the lights on before taking her shoes off. 

-I  honestly prefer cats- he shrugged his shoulders taking his shoes off as well.

-Red flag!! Red flag!!- YN shouted moving her hand like if she was waving a flag.

-I was just kidding- he said between laughs.

-Yeah sure……too late now, Ocon- she chuckled. 

-Come on, show me the picture!- he talked again trying to change the topic while his checks turned red.

-Come this way- she ordered walking through  the small apartment. They soon arrived to her room. She turned on a little lamp she had on her nightstand, a soft warm light illuminated the space. He soon found a wall full of pictures printed in black and white. A little girl was present in most of them, he supposed it was her, as well as her family.

He could also see a picture of that same little girl with a german shepherd, both of them covered in flour as she smiled naughtily. He smiled at that before continuing looking until he found what he was looking for.

-Told you it was true- she said watching him stare at the picture. It was a picture of her and Fernando Alonso. She was around 6 years, and Fernando just got his first F1 podium.

-That’s awesome- he laughed looking closer at the picture -You should tell him, maybe he remembers you-.

-Yeah, I bet he does- YN rolled her eyes back as he smiled at her, who was now standing next to him in front of the picture. -Now you’ll have to pay the next date- she talked again, this time turning her face to look at his side profile, thought he soon turned his face, standing extremely close to each other. 

-Will there be a second date, then?- he asked almost in a whisper, staring at her face.

-Yeah, if you want- YN nervously laughed.

-There’s gotta be a second date, I need to kiss you- 

-Why don’t you do it know??- she laughed harder than she wanted too, not wanting to break the intimate atmosphere they created. But Esteban created it again when he turned his body completely to her and cupped her face with his large hands. 

-I can’t kiss a girl on the first date, can I?- he doubted, thought he got closer to her.

-It’ll be our secret. No one will know- she quietly said placing her hands on his face, just like he did. YN didn’t need to convince him more, he rapidly closed the small gasp between their faces, kissing her lips sweetly as his hands wondered through her back. But that sweetness became hunger sooner than expected, and YN guided him to her bed, not breaking the kiss, not taking their hands off each other. Until he did.

-I don’t want to mess this up, YN. Don’t you think we’re going fast?- he asked worriedly but staring at her lips.

-Thought you were a racing driving- she cheekily said caressing the back of his neck as he leaned into the touch. Not wanting to waste more time, YN pulled him closer to kiss him again in a sincere way, getting more sweet and intimate along the way. 

-You’ll definitely mess this up if you stop now- YN talked again between his lips. 

Sebastian laughed while his hands wondered around her body, hugging her waist and pulling her closer even thought she was already under him, with her hands creating new paths on his tensed back. 

— Smut —

-Take it off- she ordered lifting her arms.

He rapidly obeyed, taking her dress off before she leaned in her bed again, only wearing her underwear. 

-Fuck YN- he quietly talked, kneeled in front of her on the bed, looking at the woman lying in front of him. He could swear he never saw something more delicate but strong at the same time, staring at her maybe too much for her liking.

-Are you going to do something?- she asked with determination.

-You want to??- he asked making sure he wasn’t crossing the line. 

-Yeah. But if you don’t the-

-There’s nothing I want more than to make you mine YN. Since the moment I met you- he confessed after cutting her off.

-What are you waiting for??- she asked with a smirk on her face, opening her arms to welcome him again. 

 He laughed again at her gesture and laid on top of her, leaving wet kisses on her whole face and neck tickling her with his beard, as she chuckled while playing with his hair, trusting him with her body.

He soon moved his hands through her belly, and then to her breast, squishing them before lifting her a bit to take her bra off and replace it with his mouth. YN threw her head back as a soft moans left her mouth, encouraging him to continue just as he was doing. His hands wondered through  her body until one of them reached her panties. He took them off the moment she lifted her hips, making him know she wanted this as much as he did. 

She moved her hands to his face pulling him up before he continued, starting to unbutton his white shirt while kissing his neck, just like he did before, until she finally took it off and threw it away, placing her hands on his chest, looking at him fondly before connecting his lips again on a low burn kiss. 

She reached her belt, laughing because she couldn’t undo it and Esteban had to separate their lips to help her chuckling. He took the opportunity to take his pants off too, leaving him only in his underwear. YN palmed his hard cock though his boxers, making him shivered at the pleasure, and reconnecting their lips once again in a hungry and deep kiss.

Esteban stopped kissing her as they both looked for oxygen. He grabbed her her waist, staring at her lovingly. Her red cheeks, swollen lips, love bites, messy hair… fuck he thought.

-You want to do it?- he asked and soon started laughing when she nodded energetically. -Do you have a rubber?-

-Oh shit- she mumble under her breath. -Maybe the girls have some, wait here- she talked getting up from under him, missing his heat instantly. 

-Where would I go?- she heard him talked as she left the room, making her giggle. Minutes later she came back, luckily with a rubber in her hand. 

-It was the last one, so you better make it worth it- she said entering the room to see him laying on his back, already with his boxers off as he pumped his hard cock, already with some precum at his red tip.

-Come here- he smirked watching her stare. He took her hand and pulled her over the bed again, starting to slowly kiss her neck with open mouthed kisses that left her skin wet, coming down to her breasts while he readjusted his hips between her open legs. 

YN couldn’t wait anymore, she started moving under him looking desperately for some kind of friction, trying to push Sebastian inside of her, but he was too busy tangling her hair and leaving love bites on her neck. 

-Esteban please- she talked in a shaky voice into the crock of his neck. He giggled, knowing what she was asking for and grateful she finally did, he couldn’t wait neither.

He lifted up a little to watch her face as he thrusted into her for the first time slowly, making sure she was enjoying it as much as he was already just at the sight of having her under him like that. Satisfaced with her pleasured face, Esteban leaned into the crock of her neck again and he started moving inside her, little moans, praises and gaspings leaving their mouths.

-I wanna see your face, YN. And I wanna hear you- he whispered into her ear before looking at her eyes again, thrusting harder and faster as she started to move her hips too to cause even more friction between their bodies, that now moved at the same rhythm, causing the same pleasure.

-Shit, keep on doing that- Esteban groaned without breaking the eye contact with her, who had her eyes closed not wanting to focused on anything more but the feeling of him inside of her. She felt one of Esteban’s hands wandered around her body until it reached her clit, touching softly before started moving his fingers in circles. After his groans came hers, louder and stronger, her voice filling her whole mouth as she came all over him as soon as he whispered in her ear how good she was doing.

He wasn’t going to last any longer now that he was covered in her juices, watching her blushed face full of pleasure and desire, hearing her moans as he helped her ride her high. She kept on moving her hips, already knowing the effect it had on him before while he kept on thrusting into her in a messy and sloppy way, too much pleasure to control his moves. YN placed her hands on the back of his neck pulling her towards her face to devour his lips, their tongues and teeth crushed before moving down to kiss his jaw and pulling his hair, until a powerful gutural moan let her know he already came. 

He collides on top of hers, hugging her sweaty body as they try to catch their breaths. Gently, he pulled out of her and got up, not before kissing her sweaty forehead. YN heard the water running, and he came back soon with a white towel to clean her legs and bed, a smile showed on his face.

-You’re fucking amazing, YN. So beautiful - he talked while cleaning her. 

-I know- she confidently said laughing. -You weren’t too bad either-.

-I know- he repeated her words with the same confidence as she laughed silently, tired from all the actions that had just happened. -Can I stay the night?- he asked again sitting on the bed as he stared at her.

-It’s not that you can, but you must- YN honestly talked. -You also must put some clothes if you don’t want to go for round two in a few minutes- she pointed out in such a serious tone that made him laugh harder than ever and even blush.

-Well I think you should do the same- he chuckled throwing her a t shirt he found on a chair as he put on his boxers and got into bed, pulling the sheets over their bodies and hugging her from behind, kissing her shoulder once again. 

-You’re a big kisser, aren’t you?- she laughed pulling her body closer to him.

-I am. And you know what? Fuck the person who said you shouldn’t kiss a girl on the first date- he answered as both laughed, nodding off soon after that with a smile on their faces.

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Lance Stroll x reader

I am going to write these so you can have them look normal with interactive fics. Nothing will be in ()

I also tried my best to research the names of everyone like Race Engineers and such. It can be kinda hard with some teams so if they are wrong or outdated, SORRY!

Language Warning! Its fluffy but theirs a fight. Hope you all like it!

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“Are you okay Y/N” she hear her race engineer, Mattia Spini ask.

“FUUUCCCCKKKKK! I’m sorry guys.” Is all she can say as she pushes the visor from her helmet up.

“Not your fault Y/N, P1, P1″ Their was a pause as she does what he said before being told to switch the car off and get out. Marshals checked on her as she stands up and puts the steering wheel back in the car. 

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“Lance, the track is red flagged, Box Box” Lance hears Brad tell him. Did someone crash?

“What happened?” Lance asks as he turns into Catalunya’s pit lane.

“Uhhh, Stand by, it’s a Renault and a AlphaTauri. I’ll keep you updated when you get out of the car” Brad responds. Lance didn’t know how to feel about the situation. You never like to hear about a crash, even more when they aren’t sure about what happened.

Getting out of his car once the team put him in the garage, he puts his steering wheel down and heading over to his dad and Racing Point Team Principal, Otmar.

“Whats the Red? Who crashed?” Lance asks and Otmar looks up from the screen. “They say it was Ocon and L/N. Both drivers fine but L/N seems upset. Car might not make it to qualifying” He says and Lance relaxes a bit. He and Y/N had been dating for 5 months on the down low. Lawrence knew of course as did his mother but other than that, nobody really knew.

The TV cut to Y/N who was storming down the pit lane. Passing her Garage and past McLaren’s, she makes it to Renaults. Lance jogged out to pull her away from Ocon because obviously things were about to get heated. Daniel was talking to his strategist as he watched her go by and he stepped away to check on his friend. (Lets be honest. Daniel would see the reader as his sister even if he just met them)

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“You are unbelievable! You would think that after years of us Karting together that you’d know not to hit me anymore” Y/N argues at Ocon as he turns to her. The two french drivers never got along. Even in karting as children, Pierre and Charles always pulled the two away from arguments and near fights many times before.

“You can’t just slow down and let me passed and then speed up again. That was your fault” Ocon nonchalantly replied with a shrug. Y/N was steaming.

“I was told you were on a timed lap so I got off the racing line! You had no reason to try to cut in front of me!” She yells back and Ocon gets in her face. “Y/N, you have to stop blaming crashes on me. Its getting old” He taunts. Ocon never could understand that some things were his fault especially when it comes to them meeting on the track.

“You will never learn, will you! Get the fuck out of my face!” She yells and shoves Ocon. Ocon went to get in her face again when they were both grabbed.

Daniel was in front of Ocon, preventing him from walking forward while Lance grabbed Y/N from behind. He wrapped his arms around her and she almost hit him before she turned around and realized it was him.

“Let’s go N/N. Let’s go get you cooled off” Lance says as he places his arm over her shoulders as she wraps her arms around him, hugging him as they walk. The walk to his motor home was short but it felt like it had taken forever. The stress of the entire weekend was weighing down on them both, and red flagging the first practice isn’t how Y/N wanted the weekend.

“Just breathe beautiful. All we can hope is that your car gets sorted and Ocon gets a penalty” Lance says opening the door to his motor home and holding her hand, helping her up the stairs.

“It’s just so stressful Lance. My whole team just worked so hard to give me a good car and there’s a 99% chance that I won’t even be able to race this weekend. It’s not even my fault either” She rants. He understood her pain, the worry of crashing in practice and not making it to the race.

“Just relax. Come sit and relax. You can stick with me this weekend if you aren’t able to drive. Just don’t stress, there’s more races and Ocon WILL get a penalty” Lance reassures as he hands her a water and sits down. She sits down next to him and wraps her arms around him.

Lance grabs her legs and places them over his encouraging her to get more comfortable on him lap which she does.

“Are your sure your dad won’t mind me being here” she asks and she rests her head on his chest. Lance just rubs his hand on her back.

“Y/N, I won’t lie, I don’t quite care what he thinks right now. You’re my main priority right now, I’ll take whatever shit the team wants to give me later” He says making her feel a little better about his statement. She didn’t think he would get in trouble but she did feel the need to ask.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was asleep. Lance took this opportunity to turn on the tv and watch free practice. He never actually saw the incident and decided now would be a good time while she napped.

With only 5 minutes left in FP1, the screen cuts to a replay of the incident. Y/N moves out of the way and Ocon passes before she goes to re-enter the racing line before Ocon goes to cut in front of her and crashes her. Why would Ocon come off the racing line?

Lance looks down to the sleeping girl on his lap before returning his attention back to the tv. It was Ocon and L/N arguing. It showed everything. Y/N pushing him, Ocon trying to push her back, along with Daniel and himself coming between them.

He turned the tv off and decided to just take a nap to get his mind off things before FP2 that afternoon.

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“Lance? Are you in here?” Lawrence said as he walked into his sons motor home. He saw the fight but after pulling Y/N away, he disappeared. Upon making it inside, he see’s the Racing Point and AlphaTauri drivers on the couch together. He smiled at his son. Formula 1 was rough on him, especially with fans coming to dislike him.

He felt bad waking his son but he doubted that Lance would want to miss practice and so he sucked it up and woke him up.

“Hmmm. Oh hey, is it time for practice?” Lance asked his dad to which he got a nod in reply. Lance rubbed Y/N’s back in an attempt to wake her up which worked. She gets up and stretched before following Lance and Lawrence out of the motor home.

As they walked back to the garages, Lance held her hand. It kinda shocked her. Lance didn’t want many people to know since he gets so much hate, but now, she realized that they both just needed to support each other in this stressful weekend as they walked.

Cameras followed as they made their way down the paddock and all they could do was smile. Y/N might not have made it to the race, but she got did get to support her boyfriend from the sidelines and celebrate a point finish.

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Hope you all liked it. I have plenty of driver reader ideas so lmk what you guys thought of this. Anyways, I have school tomorrow so I better get to bed. Much love!

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When i get home i really need to finish my oneshot about Esteban and his deep, internal conflict with a tiramisu cake

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