#prema

[ilottthepilot]

i usually get annoyed when people ask celebrities who do not care at all about taylor swift because it's always so awkward and unnecessary. I will however make an exception for the latest prema video Shakespeare or Taylor Swift Challenge because ollie bearman progressively losing his sanity as he is confronted with the song ivy is the funniest thing i have watched in a while

#if ivy has zero haters ollie is dead #this video also reminded me of marcus armstrong's 'michael shakespeare' #open the schools #ollie bearman #prema #f2

[regrettablytifosi]

this is how i envision the prema f2 vibes are this season

#prema #prema racing #formula 2 #f2 #ollie bearman #kimi antonelli

[livetogether--diealone]

this why monaco doesn't fucking love you

#i think it was even longer than 5 minutes in reality #fuck the monarchy and all of that but man these drivers know shit #charles leclerc #antonio fuoco #f1 #prema #jo.vid

[sunreisets]

NO ONE TOLD ME THIS EXISTED FAINTING 😵‍💫

#ALL SMILES!! #Oscar’s hand brushing over Logan’s thumb they make me sick actually #FRED LOOKS SO ADORABLEEE #ALL OF THEM DO #I miss them #vixen of the night #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #frederik vesti #loscar #can I tag loscar? I shall #prema

[lqvesoph]

friday - saturday - sunday🤯

#i keep forgetting how many people watch formula 1 #his follower count DOUBLED like whaaaat #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #prema #prema racing #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #formula 2 #f2 #fda #ferrari driver academy #.x

[formulaaone]

“Oh it’s ruining my hair.”

“It’s not ruining your hair!”

#throwback because i miss them #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #prema #loscar

[planetjuni]

OLIVER BEARMAN THE NEWEST FERRARI STAR BOY

#graphic design #graphic designer #digital art #artists on tumblr #f1 #fanart #wall poster #formula 1 #F2 #ollie bearman #prema #ferrari

[jennarations]

some old prema footage of oscar being an absolute goof with logan and fred !

#oscar piastri #logan sargeant #fred vesti #formula one #f1 #formula 3 #prema

[28220-c]

something strange

#f1 fanart #prema racing #prema #oliver bearman #kimi antonelli #formula 2

[skijumpingf1]

Best news ever

#indycar #prema #please sign ex prema drivers #also prema videos with indy drivers #that will be sooooo good #vesti in indy would be cool if doesnt get a seat in f1 next seaaon #also calum!!!!

[httpiastri]

no way prema made them play pico park??!

this will be the most chaotic video ever, i call it

#never been more excited for a vid before #the teamwork will be 📉📉 #i wonder who will be sabotaging them #arvid lowkey gives me that vibe #f2 #f3 #prema #prema racing #dino beganovic #ollie bearman #arvid lindblad #kimi antonelli #gabriele mini #also don’t remind me of how upset i am that paul isn’t here 🙃🙃 #he would be so angry whenever anyone makes a mistake #i can’t take this #f1

[zcorners120]

Hi! Can you write something with Arthur Leclerc and the reader are doing the “Truth or Dare” video for Prema, and he says he would kiss the reader. And at the end he really peck her on the lips

ooooooooooooooo yes i like the sound of this !

synopsis; req above ^ MASTERLIST

warnings; kisssssing oooooo la la , flirting ;)

The big lens bored into my eyes, Arthur and yourself sat in silence waiting for the flag to start speaking.

“Go.”

“Hello everybody, welcome back to another Prema video, here with Y/N/N” Arthur’s voice spoke out, nudging you slightly as he said your nickname.

“And today we’re doing truth or dare, with the questions suggested by you guys!” You gestured your hands towards the camera, smile painted on your face.

Two piles of paper were slid onto the table, both in bold with one reading 'TRUTH' and the other 'DARE'.

The camera cuts, moving into the other rooms where other drivers are sitting patiently, before they come back to focus on yours and Arthur's clips for the video.

"I'm a bit nervous." You spoke aloud, in the now empty room.

You saw the rumours circulating online, your Instagram dm's filled with threats from preteen girls, questions from journalists and bunches more.

"It's going to be fun Y/N/N, I'm picking all dares since I am quite bad." He smugly smiles at the end of his sentence, laying back against the charcoal leather sofa.

You snorted at the bold statement, "As if Arth, no way is that true."

Right as he opened his mouth to retaliate, the producers came back in the room.

"Put three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt." Read out with a cheeky grin, watching as Arthur laughs nervously.

Watching as he tries to gracefully put them into his mouth with a spoon made you both double over in laughter. He sits back with his arms crossed, eyes closed.

"He can't speak, he's incapacitated at the moment everyone." You look at him, as he turns with his mouth full, gargling out the words, "Truth or dare." in his loud, Monégasque accent.

"Ay ya ya, it hurts!" He flicked his hand about, the sound of the ice cubes moving about in his mouth appearing also.

"Okay, dare." You risked, watching the string and scissors appear onto the table.

Arthur tied your hands to your ankles, and you had to stay like that the whole game. He wrapped the string gently around your wrists, making sure it's not too tight before looking up at you with those blue eyes.

It's moments like these where you doubted your friendship with him, letting your true emotions take control. In a room full of cameras and people, it felt like it was only the two of you.

He momentarily pulled the strings making it really tight, winking at you with the eye facing away from the camera making your cheeks flush pink.

"So now, it's perfect." He spoke, watching you struggle with sitting on the sofa.

He holds the next dare up to you, waving it in front of your face.

"Go outside and hold a sign that says 'Honk if I'm cute.'" You laugh, watching as he gives a confused face.

"What?" Turning the slip back to himself as he reads it again.

"Guys we're going to get noise complaints from the amount of people honking..." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, pretending to flex as Arthur looks at you with a bewildered expression.

"It'll be me in the car.." He aggressively winks badly moving his whole face, producing having to cut due to the laughter.

You look at the paper signs giving from the producers, with text in Italian as well as English.

"That's going to be so embarrassing, it's much worse than what you got!" You leant back, forgetting your arms were tied, whole body falling against the sofa and Arthur's side.

After a couple more embarrassing dares and painful truths, the filming progressed onto the most anticipated question, not only for the audience but for the producers also.

It would be stupid to think that the producers don't think the pair would be cute together, why else would they always be together in videos!

You picked up the next slip of paper, Arthur's eyes widening at your evil grin.

"Just read it, you're scaring me!"

"Ooh! If you had to choose, who would you kiss in this room?" You said matter-of-factly, turning to face Arthur.

He plucked the note out of your hand, slightly fanning himself whilst looking up at the ceiling, "It's starting to get a bit hot in here."

You fell onto your side laughing, "But you have to be completely, completely honest." You spoke, getting back up.

You started pointing around the room, "So there's a sound engineer, there's Angelina." You say smiling, but as you go to look at him you realise that he's only looking at you.

"Well to be completely honest it would have to be you." He says, staring at you as Oscar burst into the room getting everyone to say their "Awwws".

You blush furiously, both of you going into fits of laughter to alleviate the tension.

The video in question cuts to you and Paul outside the building, both being dared to stand with the embarrassing sign.

You held up the sign first, stepping out onto the side of the road and being met with honks as soon as the drivers could read the sign.

"Gosh, my ego is going through the roof." You laughed, getting scared by another abrupt honk.

You turned around to see Arthur sticking himself half way out the car window, opening the door to pull you inside the tiny grey Fiat 500.

"Sorry guys I'm kidnapping her for a while." He shouts out.

This would seem slightly confusing, but gets cleared up quickly by the end snippet of the video being; Arthur gently pulling your chin in his direction, the camera catching a quick kiss before everyone erupts into cheers, Dino and Robert jumping so hard the camera was knocked off the tripod.

#formula 1 #f1 fandom #fanfic #ferrari f1 #ferrari #al12 #al4 #ferrari prema #prema #prema racing team #prema team #prema racing #f2 x reader #f2 #f2 imagine #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc ff #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc x reader #f3 one shot #f3 imagine #fia f3 #f3 #f2 fanfic #f2 x you #op81 #oscar piastri #paul aron

[landhoehoehoe]

l'équipe de france - Arthur Leclerc

Welcome to this little Arthur drabble :)

warnings: none, pure fluff, Arthur pretending to be French, some spice at the end

Sorry for the France slaughter lol

Arthur Leclerc x reader; Their home teams go up against each other in the football World Cup

“Oh come on, he didn’t even touch you! Stop whining!”, Arthur shouted angrily at the TV, throwing his hands up in the air. 

He sat between your legs on the couch, using your lower stomach as a pillow, watching football because the two of you did so almost every Saturday. Except this Saturday was different. 

It was the World Cup and France was facing off against your home country in the semi finals. 

You were only partially paying attention to the match though, as you were wearing your reading glasses, knitting a tiny hat for Charles and Charlotte’s first baby arriving soon. 

Every now and then you stroked Arthur’s hair to make him relax a bit. 

Of course, you were rooting for your own country while Arthur kept telling himself that he was indeed French, supporting France as if his life depended on it. 

So obviously it was guaranteed to be a mess with the two of your teams clashing in a knockout battle only one team could win. 

“That is not worth a penalty! So unfair!”, Arthur complained as you cheered, because your team had gotten a penalty. 

“Oh come on, be happy for my home country! You’re not even French.”, you huffed, his head turning abruptly in your direction. 

“Bah oui, Monaco is basically in France.”, he retorted immediately, raising his eyebrows, making you laugh. 

“It is not! I’m with y/n on this one!”, Charles suddenly shouted from the kitchen. 

He was doing the dishes since he had lost the coin flip you had done after dinner.

“How did he even hear that?”, you chuckled, trying to lower your tone so that Charles wouldn’t hear you. 

Arthur rolled his eyes. 

“He hears everything when it comes to his beloved country.”

On the TV, one of your team’s players was getting ready to shoot the penalty, positioning himself eleven meters in front of the goal. 

“But we speak French or do we not, brother?”, Arthur yelled teasingly in the direction of the kitchen, making Charles poke his head around the corner. 

“Well…yes…”- there was a moment of contemplating silence- “… but we don’t eat snails!”, Charles yelled back. You clapped your hands together. 

“Thank you, Charles. We seriously need to talk some sense into this guy!”, you squeezed your legs around Arthur which made him shift uncomfortably between your legs. 

“But Benzema is so awesome!”, Arthur cried out, getting a hold of your thighs, gripping them firmly to put an end to your teasing. 

“Well, Benzema is about to get kicked out of the World Cup.”, you commented with a wide grin, reminding Arthur that there was a penalty about to be shot. 

He quickly returned to his previous position, his head on your stomach and his eyes glued to the screen. 

You could hear him nervously hold his breath while you watched the player running towards the ball. 

He shot the ball, positioning it perfectly in the top right corner where the French goalkeeper couldn’t reach it anymore. 

Simultaneously Arthur let out multiple French curse words while you threw your hands up in the air, letting out an ecstatic laugh. 

“Putain!”

“Yessss!”, you cheered, making him roll his eyes. 

Such a diva. 

“That was so unfair!”, he repeated, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting like a little child. 

“That’s life, buddy.”, you replied with a cheeky grin, letting your hand wander to his neck to caress him softly. 

He gave in to your touch but still didn’t relax fully because you could feel him tense up again. 

“I don’t want to watch this anymore.”, he stated dramatically, turning around to lie on his stomach, now facing you. 

You giggled again. 

“You’ll live, mon amour.”

“Yes, but I’ll live knowing that France lost against your team.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, a questioning look on your face. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

A small grin made its way onto Arthur’s face. 

“Nothing.”, he shrugged innocently, his hands slowly creeping under your shirt though. 

You had to fight to hide your grin as you laid down your knitting stuff besides you. 

Then you acted quickly: Your legs squeezing around Arthur as you rolled onto your side to get on top of him. 

Now he laid on his back beneath you, you straddling his lap. 

Immediately his hands found their way to your waist, but you pushed them off, pinning them to the couch on each side of his head. 

“No, please: elaborate, Mr. Leclerc. What does it mean?”

Arthur’s smile got wider, eyeing you up and down. 

He knew he could free himself from your grip anytime since he was stronger than you, but for now he’d let you have control over the situation. 

“It means..”, Arthur started in a matter-of-fact tone, then stopped to think. 

His eyes wandered to the TV behind you.

“Ouiii!”, he shouted all of a sudden, sitting up so abruptly that you didn’t even have the chance to react. 

You still sat in his lap because he held you there, but you also turned to look at the TV, where you saw the reason for Arthur’s happiness: a penalty for France, in the last five minutes of the game. 

This could be their chance to win. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to move away from Arthur’s lap, but he only held you tighter. 

Being so close to him you could feel his heart beating fast, his eyes glued to the screen. 

“Yes! They’re letting Benzema shoot! He’s gonna bring home the win, I guarantee you.”, he smirked confidently.

“The game isn’t over yet, amour.”, the self-assured grin he gave you only made you more annoyed. 

“We’ll see about that, love.”

“What’s going on? Why are you still shouting? I thought France lost?”, Charles appeared from the kitchen, a kitchen towel swung over his shoulder. He looked like a proper maid, making you giggle. 

“Arthur thinks France still has a chance because they got a penalty, too.”, you explained, Charles’ expression being exactly the same as yours had been. 

“Arthur, get over it. Y/n’s country is going to win.”, he shook his head disapprovingly, but his eyes also wandered to the screen. 

The three of you watched anxiously as Benzema stood eleven meters in front of the goal, getting ready to shoot. 

“This is it. Come on, Benzema..”, Arthur murmured, his fingers nervously digging further into your hips. 

Benzema took a run-up. 

Arthur sucked in air loudly. 

Charles gripped his kitchen towel in anticipation. 

You bit your fingernails. 

And then…..

Benzema completely missed the goal. 

The scene from earlier repeated itself: Arthur cursing in French, you cheering loudly. 

Charles slapped his brother lightly with his kitchen towel.

“See, brother? I told you.”

With that Charles disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

Arthur had his face buried in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief. “How could he miss that?!”, his voice sounded disappointed and angry at the same time. 

You let out a loud laugh, stroking Arthur’s hair again. 

“Looks like you’ll have to root for my country in the finals then.”, you smirked when Arthur looked back up at you. 

“Over my dead body.”, he retorted, making you laugh even more. 

“Stop laughing…it’s not funny!”, he whined, having had enough of your celebrations. 

He grabbed your waist, rolled on top of you and pushed you into the couch. 

You yelped at the movement, not able to control your giggling anymore. 

It was just so funny when Arthur complained like a little child. 

Playfully he narrowed his eyes at you from above, his hands gripping your waist tightly. 

“Alright, alright, I surrender!”, you grinned, trying to hold back your laughs.

Arthur didn’t look satisfied though. 

“I’ll tell you what: If my country wins in the finals, we’ll go out for dinner and I’ll wear the red dress you bought for me last week.”

Something in Arthur’s eyes flared up. He looked intrigued now. 

“Go on.”

You thought about it for a second, then your hands came up to his neck, playing with his hair. 

“I’ll wear your favorite lingerie set… and afterwards you can do whatever you want to me..”, you whispered now, enjoying his reaction. 

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he groaned into your ear. 

“Deal.”

“But you have to root for my country! I want to see you go full out with the colors of my country.”

You laughed again when he rolled his eyes. 

“I get to do whatever I want with you?”

When you nodded he sighed. 

“I’ll get the appropriate jersey then..”

#arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc imagine #f1 #formula 1 #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #prema #prema racing #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc smut #arthur leclerc fluff #ferrari #love #lovers

[olibearman]

Ollie Bearman at Jeddah Corniche Circuit, Saudi Arabia. 8th Mar, 2024.

Photos by HOCH ZWEI. Source: dpa / Alamy Live News.

#oliver bearman #ollie bearman #formula 1 #f1 #formula 2 #f2 #ferrari #prema #jeddah gp 2024 #saudi arabian gp 2024

[lqvesoph]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN 1 MILLION???

#i remember back when he had only like 50k in f3 and didn’t even have the blue tick #its like watching your kids grow up #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #prema #prema racing #f2 #formula 2 #scuderia ferrari #fda #ferrari driver academy #f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #.x

[ilottthepilot]

PLEASE look at this twitter thread of the most cursed possible indycar prema lineups with one "indycar veteran" and one "young talent prema has developed for f1"

this tweet had me almost pee my pants

#maybe it will just be callum driving both cars so true #indycar #prema