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DANIEL RICCIARDO WORLD DOMINATION IYKYK
I write not the coolest, but not the worst stories about formula 1 drivers.
most often my character's name is Ann, but you can always substitute your own name instead of this name. I just got used for some reason that the girl's name is Ann.
McLaren (rbr, ferrari, alpine and mercedes) girl
rbr danny >>>
I came up with the nickname on the girl’s Instagram myself (@hahaitsyn)
english not my first language, so if suddenly there are errors, I'm not on purpose
I love my boys (dr3, cs55, cl16, eo31, mv1, ln4, pg10, the weeknd, chase atlantic, harry styles, zayn, future) and my girls (adele, taylor swift, charlotte and valentine siné, florence pugh, alessia cara, rihanna) so f*cking much
always in my folklore era
libra
infp
dream of becoming a popular writer
I really like to write something soft and comfortable, but I can’t write about break up and 💀
pairings: daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!reader; daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!you
summary: you, your Daniel Ricciardo and the second practice.
note: I cry like hell. god, why him...
I think you will not like it very much, because I wrote this little one shot on terrible emotions. sorry for the mistakes and OMG, I HAVE 56 READERS TYSM.
In the first practice, Dan was the 13th, there is something to strive for and what to fix. In any case, this is not a qualification or even a race, but only a training race where they will be able to practice on the track, assess their capabilities, finalize some points and be fully ready to step into the weekend of the Dutch Grand Prix. He kept smiling no matter what.
He is obliged to show himself well in AlphaTauri in order to return to the RBR.
He dreams about it every time before going to bed and wakes up with the same thought.
He dreams of becoming a world champion. And the Red Bull car is considered the strongest among all those who are on the starting grid. Daniel is not a weakling either.
But it's hard to even think about it when you're on the starting grid with Max Verstappen. Daniel had a good and friendly relationship with Max. But how the Australian wanted to wipe his nose and get around him.
You were standing in the paddock and before the practice started, you decided to approach your boyfriend to wish him good practice and kiss him for good luck. But they stopped you and told you that Dan was ready to leave. You blew him a kiss.
Daniel saw it and did the same. But there was one problem. He was already in his helmet and his visor was closed, which is why he kissed you back, but you didn't notice it.
When the sun broke through the clouds a little, illuminating the picturesque race track, Daniel Ricciardo was determined to succeed. The second training session was about to begin - this is a chance for an Australian racer to hone his skills and get an adrenaline rush, which always occurs when his car was working at the limit of its capabilities. However, he didn't know that this day would test his resilience like never before.
The training started and nothing foreshadowed trouble, although Dan had already noticed the strange behavior of his car during the first training session, but ignored it, considering that it was just a minor problem that could be easily fixed. He did not even suspect that a much more serious storm was brewing, which would destroy his hopes and dreams in a matter of seconds.
Grabbing the steering wheel of his car, Daniel felt a wave of electricity run through his veins. The noise of the crowd, the smell of burning rubber, and the realization that he was about to embark on a dance of speed and precision filled him completely. The pit lane was cleared, and he took off on the track, striving to leave his mark and show a good time even in training.
Working harder and harder with each lap, Daniel was focused, his heart pounding almost to the rhythm of the engine. But just at the moment when he was preparing to masterfully maneuver in a sharp turn, disaster struck.
Ahead of him, Oscar Piastri, a McLaren driver, lost control of his car and crashed into the guardrail.
In the blink of an eye, his entire positive attitude turned into a nightmare. The smile quickly faded from his face.
Daniel tried to let go of the steering wheel, his right hand let go of the steering wheel, and then he grabbed it back when Oscar's car was potentially in his way, which led to terrible consequences.
The blow was sudden and strong, causing Daniel's left arm to even throb with pain. The realization hit him like a dagger–the metacarpal bone was broken. An unpleasant feeling gripped him as he headed back to the pits, his dreams of success in racing slipping away with every agonizing second.
Despite the overwhelming pain, a sense of determination and defiance blossomed in Ricciardo's heart. He knew that he would have to deal with the pain both for himself and for his loyal fans who supported him throughout the journey.
When you saw everything that was happening, you immediately felt your legs give way and your vision blurred. You were about to faint if it weren't for the firm grip of one of the engineers who happened to be near you.
You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. It could have ended much worse.
Dan was immediately taken to the medical center and you didn't even have time to tell him anything. I could have run and gone with him, but your well-being was seriously shaken. Your heart was pounding, and your face showed concern. The thought of the pain of a loved one tormented you from the inside, but you knew that you had to remain calm for the sake of both of you. You have already seen Daniel overcome countless difficulties, and it was at these moments that you most admired his resilience.
While he was being X-rayed, Ricciardo's mind sank into the depths of his emotions. He couldn't deny the disappointment that threatened to engulf him. The opportunity to demonstrate his talent and compete at the highest level was cruelly taken away from him. And he couldn't realize: whose mistake was it? If he hadn't turned into the wall, would he have crashed into Oscar? What would happen in this case?
He struggled with a mixture of anger, sadness, and a tinge of guilt.
Why him? Why now? Will he be able to regain the level of performance he fought so hard for? How will this affect his further races? Doubt and uncertainty began to creep into his mind, fast and lightning-fast, like a shadow, but Ricciardo did not let him linger. He knew that he needed to channel his energy into the difficult task of recovery.
As soon as he returned to the paddock, with a bandage on his left arm, you couldn't stand it and burst into tears, covering your face with your hands.
Dan came up to you and gently hugged you with his right hand, kissing your forehead.
"I'm fine. Just a little scratch. Just a little scratch..."
His light–hearted response did little to ease your anxiety, or rather, did not ease it with everything, but reminded you of the qualities that you valued in Daniel - his unwavering optimism, his ability to find humor even in the most difficult situations. You knew he was determined to overcome this setback, no matter how serious it was.
You stood in front of a large mirror in your and Daniel's house and looked at yourself with interest. Your reflection looked at you expectantly, a mixture of nervousness and confidence flickered in your brown eyes. You spent hours carefully preparing for this event, making sure that every detail of your appearance radiated elegance and sophistication. Your long brown curls fell to your shoulders in loose waves, framing your delicate facial features, and light makeup accentuated your natural beauty.
Your outfit was nothing but luxury. You were wearing a stunning floor-length dress made of the finest silk, its deep royal blue shade complemented your porcelain complexion. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, emphasizing your slender figure, and a daring thigh-high slit added seductiveness. The bodice was decorated with intricate beads that sparkled under the soft light of the chandelier, as if reflecting the stars in the night sky.
Elegant stiletto shoes decorated with delicate crystals that shimmered with each graceful step completed your look. On your wrist you wore a minimalistic diamond bracelet, the shimmer of which matched the brilliance of your eyes. You have spared no expense in creating an image that would charm and make an indelible impression on anyone who gets in your way.
Today there was a party on the occasion of the recent Grand Prix victory and the last birthday of your boyfriend, the man of your whole life - Daniel Ricciardo. You knew how much he craved it, how he devoted himself to training and came home so tired that he could hardly walk to the shower. Your heart has always ached because of how much he has to go through to achieve heights. Constant discussions, angry comments under posts, wishes about failures at races - does he really deserve this? Your smiling boy, your happiness, your very true love.
Shaking your head, chasing away the unpleasant thoughts that appeared, you smiled tightly and looked in the mirror again. The outfit turned out to be quite good, you really look great. Numerous hours spent in shops and beauty salons have done you good.
Suddenly, out of the blue, there was a knock on the door. You flinched a little, because it was too loud and unexpected.
"Babe?" On the other side of the door, the sonorous voice of your beloved rang out. "The guests will be here soon, are you ready?"
"Oh. Yeah. I'm on my way."
"Can I come in?"
"Yes, you can."
Ricciardo didn't keep himself waiting, and a second later the door opened and you turned to him, smiling to the tips of your ears.
"Ooooh shiiiit. It looks like I'll have to postpone the party until tomorrow, and spend time with my beautiful girl today." He said grinning and walked up to you.
Standing in front of you, he first just stood in front of you and looked into your eyes for about a minute.
Devils were clearly visible in his eyes. Devils that simultaneously showed his love for you and desire to possess you.
Dan grinned, oh my God, just from that grin, you feel like your knees are about to give way, then, smoothly lowered his hands to your waist and slowly pulled you closer to him, as if stretching this moment.
He bent down to kiss you, but you gently stopped him by putting your finger to his lips.
"Hey, hey, hey, take your time, baby. I've already painted my lips with my favorite lipstick, so no kissing!" You explained and witnessed how Dan's playfulness quickly evaporated, replaced by a slight bewilderment. He snorted in displeasure and slid down, squeezing his hands tighter on your hips.
"I hate it when you use this terrible invention of mankind. I love the taste of your lips so much, and you paint them with this tasteless lipstick."
"And this was said by my daniel, who ate my raspberry-scented lipstick the other day."
"Hahaha yeah. But at least it was delicious. And in general, I didn't eat, but used it for its intended purpose."
You laughed and grabbed the strong shoulders of your Aussie. He bent down to your neck and ran his nose over it. His hot breath burned your skin and made your whole body goosebumps. Daniel gently bites the tender skin of the neck, and then runs his tongue over the wound and kisses, as if apologizing without words.
You had very fair skin and it was very difficult to hide such manifestations of love. This could be understood by how carefully you covered up the hickeys left by him last night with foundation and how they still remained visible. Daniel himself knew perfectly well that today you would need to attend his party in the status of a family friend, not his girlfriend, but knowing this did not stop him.
Yes. You've been hiding your relationship. You were the older sister of his former teammate, Lando Norris. As Ric himself likes to say and repeat, he fell in love with you from the very first meeting, but did not dare to admit this to Lando, and to you, of course. Maybe the reason was that Lando took great care of you as his own sister and often jokingly threatened his friends that if they became victims of her love torments, his revenge would be cruel. Or maybe he just couldn't figure out for a long time what he really feels for you.
But at the moment, you've been secretly dating for almost a year. It's amazing how it happened that neither the media, nor the family, nor Lando himself have yet realized that you are together. For them, you continued to be good friends. It was in your favor, because another reason for a secret relationship was just the same media. They are often the cause of the breakup of many couples and it happens that they watch couples too closely. So you continue to work, pretend and live in your secluded house when Daniel is free from racing and training and when you are not busy with your work.
"Oh my God, Daniel!" Finally, you shout jokingly. "Stop biting me, soon there won't be a place on me where there won't be traces of your bites, Ricciardo!"
"Honey, you mean you don't like it? In that case, you need to learn how to lie. You're doing pretty badly right now."
"You're insufferable, Dan."
"I know. And you love me."
"Yes. I love you."
"I know, my beautiful. Well. I will say that you helped me with the selection of the costume, if anyone has questions about how you ended up here among the first." He finished, but continued to hold you in his hands.
"Again, again a lie."
"I know, honey. I hate lying. And, wait a minute, it's practically not a lie, you really helped me pick up this suit."
You smiled warmly and rested your head on his shoulder.
"I'm waiting for the moment when I can officially call you my girl in front of everyone." he said in a hoarse whisper and kissed the top of your head.
"But then my beloved brother will look askance at us."
"Oh my God, I've already endured these looks when we were on the same team, because I often overtook him."
"Hey, he's good too!" you pretended to be indignant and lightly hit him on the leg with your knee.
"But no better than me."
"No one can compare with you, but Lanny is very good both on and off the track."
"Will anyone meet us in this house at all?" A voice was heard from below and you instinctively recoiled from your lover. The grievances belonged to Dan's good friend and his current partner, Max Verstappen. You immediately thought that he probably didn't come alone, but with his girlfriend Kelly.
"Oh, Maxie. Let's go meet."
"Danny. Are you sure? Maybe I'll come out later?"
"He knows that you and I are good friends, there will be no problems. Let's say you're very punctual."
♡♡♡
Time passed, more and more guests came. You and Daniel kept an appropriate distance, no hands on the waist, kisses and other things that could reveal your secret. It was hard, even if it has already become a habit for you. You really wanted to touch him, feel the warmth of his hands, hear the scent of his expensive cologne. You really wanted you to be an ordinary couple.
You've already gone down too and managed to say hello to many who came. First of all, you approached Daniel's parents, who came to celebrate their son's triumph. You were in a very close and trusting relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Ricciardo, they treated you as a close family friend. But they didn't even know that their son was head over heels in love with you.
Grace, Daniel's mom, recently, "in secret", said that Daniel likes you. At that time, you had already met, so you couldn't help but smile shyly and thanked the kind woman for this secret. Now I have to hide a secret from her.
Now you were chatting with her on the sidelines from everyone and she was telling you a funny story from Dan's childhood.
"Can you imagine? Then he firmly decided that he would become a racer. I'm afraid my heart just won't stand it soon, he's working so hard in training and taking risks on the track that I'm not moving away from sedatives."
"Ooooh.. Mrs. Ricciardo, as I understand you. Sometimes you want to hit him on the head with a pillow and..." for a moment you were silent.
... hug him and say that you are very worried.
... kiss him and tell him that you will always be there.
"I... Tell him to stop making his beloved mom nervous!" You finally finished the sentence and laughed along with Grace.
"Oh, you're right, my dear."
"Oh, Mrs. Ricciardo, I have to leave you for a while, I need to powder my nose." You really urgently needed to go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.
"Of course, no problem, sweetheart. I'll go find something delicious for now."
Daniel, who was standing nearby and talking enthusiastically with George Russell, who was also invited to the party, heard that you said you would go to the bathroom.
He realized that this was his chance to be with you for a few minutes.
When you excused yourself to go to the toilet, the urge became too strong to resist. Daniel carefully followed you, his heart pounding wildly. When he saw you disappear into the lavish lavatory, Ricciardo carefully followed you, making sure that no one noticed his departure. He found you standing at the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Unable to contain his longing any longer, he cautiously approached you from behind, hugging you around the waist. You flinched slightly, surprised by his presence.
"I couldn't be in the company of these celebrities anymore. I needed to feel you in my arms. Moreover, I can clearly see how my mother sees you as her future daughter-in-law."
"Danny, you can't go on like this! We have to behave ourselves tonight. Not us, but you!"
"Oh. I know, but seeing that you look so amazing here, all I want to do is hold you to me. Just for a moment."
"Okay, just for a minute. But we have to be careful.
You hugged each other tightly for a few stolen moments, cherishing the intimacy you craved madly, knowing that you would soon have to part again.
Ricciardo tightened his embrace, feeling the warmth of your body on his. You stood there for a few blissful seconds, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Then he gently kissed you on the forehead, and then went down to your cheeks and lips. But none of you guessed what would happen next.
Meanwhile, Lando also decided to go to the bathroom to fix his tie. Disappointed with the way it sat on his collar, he yanked it, muttered a few playful curses under his breath and headed to the bathroom to get a dose of confidence from the mirror.
To his surprise, he saw Daniel and you, his friend and sister, in a passionate embrace. Lando's eyes widened and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, leaning against the bathroom door and folding his arms.
Hearing the voice of your beloved younger brother, you abruptly pulled away from Daniel's lips and felt a blush appear on your cheeks.
"Oops," Dan said jokingly. "I'll explain everything now, Lando. "Ummm... I just came to help y/n with... her dress. It had to be fixed, you know?"
You intervened with a shy smile:
"Yes, yes, the lightning got stuck, and Daniel, being a gentleman, came to the rescue!"
Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by the story, but couldn't help but make a joke.
"And the kiss became a payment for help? Come on, guys. Don't make me regret introducing you to him, Miss Norris!" Lando exclaimed, no longer holding back his laughter.
"Uh... yeah?"
"Of all the people, it had to be my former teammate and my sister? Damn God, how long have you been dating? Do not deny that you are dating, otherwise I will definitely swear."
"Almost a year," Daniel replied and smiled his trademark smile.
"Oh my God, sis, I thought we should share everything!"
"Sorryyy."
When they returned to the event, Lando couldn't help but grin mischievously, teasing Daniel: "Just remember, Ricciardo, I will always watch!"
Winking, Dan cheekily replied: "Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less, Norris!"
Ann Rhine stood in front of a full-length mirror in her lavishly appointed dressing room located in her penthouse. Before her exit to the car waiting for her downstairs, there was very little time left, and she took it to take one last look in the mirror and make sure that she looked good. And she looked really gorgeous.
Her long, loose brown locks were styled in elegant waves that fell easily over her shoulders. The light from the chandeliers above reflected off her perfectly manicured nails, which perfectly matched the ruby red shade of her lipstick and outfit. Her deep brown eyes, accentuated by smoky shadows, shone with anticipation of the upcoming evening.
Having changed her position, Ann could not help but appreciate her choice of evening attire. The dress was a real work of art, carefully selected from her personal collection of designer clothes. It clung to the curves of her perfect body in all the right places, emphasizing her slender figure and radiating sophistication. The dress had a deep neckline that effectively showed off her cleavage area, adding a touch of charm and passion to her image as a whole.
To complete her look, Ann chose a pair of sparkling diamond earrings that gracefully hung from her earlobes. The expensive diamonds were brilliantly cut, reflecting the light and casting a soft glow on her sharp collarbones. Her wrists were decorated with matching diamond bracelets, each of which reflected the light and added an additional touch to her overall image.
She couldn't help but feel excited and anxious as she prepared for the large-scale evening that awaited her today. It wasn't just a party; it was a special event, a charity event where celebrities from many walks of life graced the place to raise money from their visit for a good cause. The organizer was one of the most influential people in the world, which is why Ann's expectations were high. She was especially eager to see the Formula 1 drivers, because their names were also on the guest list.
Ann has attended races more than once because of sponsorship with one of the teams. Her father's company, which passed to her after his death, signed a large contract with AMG Mercedes, which is why she could often be seen in the paddock of this team. Especially, the journalists clung to the fact that she liked to spend time in the company of Lewis Hamilton. There were all kinds of headlines, they were credited with an affair, a fictitious marriage, divorce and many different things, but no one talked about the true reason. Lewis and Ann were very good friends.
And it was Lewis who instilled in her a love of racing. Of course, he very brazenly provided her with a cap with his racing number, which made the rumors grow even stronger around them, but not about that now. Ann really liked the atmosphere of racing, this adrenaline flowing through her veins, this riding at high speeds. She herself dreamed of getting behind the wheel of a car to feel this drive, but doing business did not give her the opportunity to live a little for herself.
When she received an invitation to attend this evening, she initially wanted to refuse, she has no time to attend such events, in principle, she is not a frequent guest of various parties. The duties of the director have other plans for her account. Her assistant convinced her to change her mind, because attending this event would be a good sign in the future PR company of Ann's organization. Therefore, I had to adjust the already tight schedule a little in order to smile and talk with the cream of society for several hours.
Shaking her head, dismissing the sudden thoughts that she might still write that she was ill and not go, Ann picked up her purse, turned off the light and hurriedly left the dressing room, heels clicking on the floor. After warning the housekeeper that she would arrive soon, the girl hurriedly headed for the luxury car.
The personal driver who saw her approach immediately got out of the car and opened the door for her to get in. She threw him a quiet "thank you" to which he nodded seriously and closed the door, returning to the driver's seat.
The whole trip passed in silence. Ann looked out the window and wondered if everyone invited would come. Their number exceeded fifty people, which could not surprise and terrify at the same time.
There were actors, singers, and many other celebrities. Ann wasn't supposed to be there at all, but Toto insisted that she be among the guests. After all, part of their team and part of their budget.
The car stopped in front of a majestic mansion. The red carpet was laid, there were too many photographers and journalists. There was already another car in front of them, which, as Ann realized, belonged to Pierre Gasly, the Alpine F1 team racer. His girlfriend Kika came with him and together they looked very cute and harmonious. The crowd immediately greeted them with enthusiastic sighs, and the photographers did not know how to touch each other in order to be closer to the Frenchman and make the best shots with him and his beloved.
Finally, it was Ann's turn to come out. James, her driver and bodyguard in one person, again helpfully helped her out and she, a little embarrassed, gracefully waved her fingers to everyone present. James offered her an elbow, which she accepted and they went inside.
"Miss, you look just fine. I'm sorry to break our contract of silence, but I couldn't help but say it."
"Thank you, James." Ann smiled gently and continued. "I'll leave you to have fun while I go say hello to the right people."
"Okay, miss, I'm here, remember that."
When they were inside the mansion, the energy in the room changed. The conversations subsided, heads turned, and all eyes were riveted on her exit. No one expected Ann Rhine to be there.
She herself did not expect this and smiled at everyone with the most affected smile in her life.
After examining those at the party, Ann noticed a lot of both familiar and completely unfamiliar faces. The look immediately found Lewis, as always, as if he had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, who, surprisingly, stood alone a little apart from everyone. Deciding to join an old acquaintance, Ann takes a glass of champagne and goes to Hamilton.
"Who do I see..."
"Oh my God, Ann!" Lewis exclaimed happily and hurried to hug his girlfriend. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, but did not touch it, so as not to stain it with red lipstick.
"Yes, it's me. I've missed you so much, champ."
***
Two more racers were standing not far from them. The two drivers of the Scuderia Ferrari are Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz. They had a relaxed and friendly conversation while the main celebration had not yet begun.
While Charles was talking to his close friend in the middle of a glamorous evening, his attention couldn't help but be drawn to Ann Rhine. His gaze involuntarily wandered in her direction, captivated by her undeniable beauty and charismatic presence.
When Carlos began to talk about the recent race, Charles found that his thoughts were moving again and again to Ann. He admired how easily she seemed to attract attention, and her aura seemed to radiate confidence and grace. Her every movement was graceful and refined, attracting the attention of everyone around her. He couldn't help but be intrigued by her attractive personality, a unique trait of many celebrities he met.
"It seems to me that if I had stormed later then, everything would have turned out differently."
"Or you would have met your favorite gravel," Charles finally replied and grinned, sipped some champagne from his glass.
"Buddy, don't make me throw the contents of this glass in your face... What do you think about the new updates?"
"I think they're... Mmm... Quite good"
While Charles continued to listen to his friend, his attention remained distracted. He couldn't help but glance at Ann, admiring how easily she blended in with the other guests, making an indelible impression on every person she talked to. Her alluring presence was mesmerizing, drawing people to her like a moth to a fire.
"Wait, who are you looking at so intently and why not at me?" Carlos turned around to look at the one his partner couldn't take his eyes off. "Aah... Ann Rhine. I didn't expect to see her here. Are you surprised too, since you can't take your eyes off her?"
The more Charles watched her from afar, the more his curiosity grew. He wondered what it would be like to share a deeper connection with someone as radiant as Ann. Her sincere smile combined with her intelligent conversation awakened the desire for meaningful communication among the whirlwind of the celebrity world.
"She's absolutely amazing, isn't she? I had the pleasure of talking to her earlier. She is not only beautiful, but also incredibly smart and witty. It's really nice to see her here."
"Really? What was it like talking to her?"
"To be honest, it was quite amazing and short-lived, as she had to return to her duties. Did you hear that a few years ago she had to take responsibility and continue her father's work? We had a great conversation about her work and life in general. I was genuinely impressed by its depth and authenticity."
"She seems to be older than you?"
"Yes, she's 29. Don't ask me how I know that."
"Oh. And she looks younger."
"I agree. But she's an insanely spectacular girl."
"I support it."
"So will you approach her? Or can I get ahead of you and spend the evening in her company?"
"You'll do fine, man. See, she's talking to Lewis."
"I see I have good eyesight. Well, you keep burning her with your eyes, and I'll go to the Lando. Haven't seen him for a long time." Carlos said and, clinking glasses with his friend, hurried to Norris.
Charles had no choice but to temporarily occupy himself with looking at either Ann or the champagne bubbles in his glass.
Finally, fortunately for him, Ann was left alone.
She noticed his eyes on her and winked at him. then, she casually adjusted the hem of her dress, exposing her thigh. Charles swallowed noisily and hurriedly turned away to straighten his trousers carefully.
This was his chance.
But he was quickly overtaken by another man, forcing Monegasque to swear under his breath.
The silence in the hotel room was abruptly interrupted by the sound of an incoming notification. Then another one. And another one. You were sitting at the dressing table and doing yourself a light makeup so that you could go out completely confident in yourself and your beauty. Of course you were already beautiful, especially in the shower, but makeup is an important part of any appearance.
As soon as you heard this ringing "ding", you even flinched, because it was too loud and unexpected. In general, you had a silent mode turned on so that intrusive people and employees would not interfere with your enjoyment of your life, but some contacts avoided such a restriction. It was your best friend Adele, Mom and Sebastian, your favorite person.
Yes, you're dating Sebastian Vettel, the famous Formula 1 racer. But you fell in love with him not for his status, money or position in society, but for what he really is, for what he was next to you.
Love is often described as a wonderful adventure full of twists and turns that captivate our hearts and souls. You could feel it and feel someone's sincere love only with him.
He was very sensitive, attentive to you. I always asked about your well-being, how your day went, whether you ate. When you are forced to be far from each other, the only thing that allows you to keep positive is video calls.
Sometimes, because of the big difference in time zones, it happens that he calls you early in the morning when it's already late at night. It makes you laugh and joke about the fact that he still doesn't let you sleep at night.
He had a way of making you feel special, loved and protected. Whether it's a surprise visit with your favorite sweets when he's not riding around the world because of his racing career or a simple message to wish you a good day. He's always tried to let you know that you're important. That you're the most important person in his life.
His sense of humor was another aspect you treasured. His ability to make you laugh until your cheeks hurt was one of the things you treasured the most. It is rare now to meet someone who is able to keep a smile on his face and cause it on the face of others. And Sebastian was such a rare person. He was the one and only for you.
His special intelligence and playful banter made your relationship carefree and fun even in the most difficult times. You complemented each other perfectly, when Seb faced setbacks on the track, he always knew that he could share his stamp with you and get effective support. He himself has repeatedly claimed that your hugs and kisses cure all ailments. When you had problems with your work or with these elementary complexes about your appearance, he always found the right words and hurried to remind you that you are already the most beautiful for him, and that physical beauty is not the main thing at all. There are a lot of beautiful and sexy models in the whole world, but you will meet a really "person" less often. You will meet your man less often.
But not only his character traits and ability to support captivated you. You were constantly lost in thoughts of his physical presence. The way his eyes twinkled when he smiled and was happy, the way his strong arms hugged you during a long separation. To feel the warmth of his touch, to be with him and not let go anywhere else — everything you craved when you were apart.
Sometimes, of course, where without it, you wondered if you really deserve his love and whether you can meet his expectations. These doubts were fleeting, they were quickly replaced by the realization that your love is built on a solid foundation — on trust, respect and mutual support.
In your thoughts, you often imagined a future with him. You imagined how finally, after all these races and training, you could be together like the most ordinary couple in love. It's hard to say that it will work out, because it's unlikely that the famous Sebastian Vettel can afford the life of the most ordinary person. But deep down you knew that he really wanted to live in peace and tranquility for a very short time.
You imagined coming home after a long day at work, immediately falling into his warm and familiar embrace. After kissing you on the forehead, he helps you take off your coat and hangs it on a hanger while you go to wash your hands. Later, you cook dinner for yourself, telling about the past day and your impressions. Isn't this a wonderful life?
You loved to indulge in dreams about how you travel together, experiencing new adventures hand in hand. Maybe you'll even have a baby who will be as curly as his super dad.
But all these dreams were replaced by a harsh reality. Sebastian is a racer, it is impossible to imagine him not driving a car, which means that racing obviously will not be able to leave his life so easily. You sincerely supported the hobby of your beloved and in your free time, you always attended the Grand Prix.
Every race brings with it a sense of excitement, an exciting ride that reflects the roller coaster of emotions that you experience when you watch him go on the track. He immediately looks for you with his eyes and smiles with his special smile, intended only for you. You know he's a little worried, and he knows you're very worried. This shared excitement strengthens the deep bond between you.
Behind the roaring engines and incredible speed is an unwavering dedication. From the countless hours spent honing his skills on the track to the meticulous attention paid to every aspect of his car, your boyfriend's drive for perfection never falters. This devotion extends to your relationship as well.
You experience every victory, every defeat together, always knowing that after every sorrow the long-awaited joy will come. Not every couple can boast of such a connection and passion that you have.
You couldn't help but smile, remembering every rare moment you spent with him. His presence has become an integral part of your life. It was as if he was the missing piece of a puzzle that finally found its place.
In your thoughts, you admire his strength and resilience, admiring how he meets difficulties face to face. He motivates you to be the best version of yourself, encouraging you to achieve your goals and believe in your abilities. It gives you a sense of security and stability, assuring you that you will never have to face the world alone. That he will always be there, even when he is not.
Sitting at the table, still lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the amazing person he was, and gratitude for the love you shared.
Suddenly, the thought popped into my head that you still haven't read the message. Frowning, you put your makeup in a special purse and go to the table where your phone was charging.
Two messages from Mom and one from Sebastian.
mom ❤️
«daughter, we will be waiting for you and Sebastian at dinner next weekend»
«Daddy will cook your favorite turkey, so you won't have a chance to refuse 😘😘💓»
s💋
«get ready, in five minutes I'll come for a suitcase»
As soon as you read the message from Sebastian, your heart started beating faster.
This can't be happening. This is a prank. He's thousands of miles away right now, getting ready for the upcoming race. No, no, no.
You blinked a few times to make yourself understand what you thought, but no. The message remained in the same place.
«what do you mean, Seb?»
The answer came immediately.
«I mean what I said»
«check-in for the flight closes in two hours»
Great. In five minutes, the most you can do is just get a travel suitcase out of the closet.
Sometimes Sebastian's passion for speed was mesmerizing. But, unfortunately, you didn't have the speed he had. And therefore, I had to speed up in order not to miss the opportunity to meet my beloved. It was still very strange. Sebastian really should be far away now, and here he writes that he will come for you. Even no, not for you, but for your suitcase. What a fool.
You started running around the room and throwing things into a suitcase. You reminded yourself of a massive car that has already passed the warm-up lap and is ready to take p1. But as soon as you zipped up the suitcase, there was a knock on the door. Or is it already knocking in your head?
"Hey, y/n, it's me, Sebastian."
When you heard your native voice, you screamed with happiness and rushed to the door. Opening it and seeing Seb standing, you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck.
He laughed velvety and pulled you closer to him.
"Did my girl miss me?"
"Hell yeah. Vettel, I've missed you like hell."
"Well, well, watch your tongue, or I'll have to teach you a lesson in good behavior." he whispered in your ear, then reluctantly lowered it down.
Seb smirked as soon as he saw your flushed cheeks.
"Is the suitcase ready?"
"Yes, there it is."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'll just wear a shirt over my top, and that's it. Seb..." you asked him when he went to the room to take your suitcase.
"Mmm?"
"I have too many questions."
"I promise I will answer them, but let's get on the plane. We're terribly late, let's go, liebe (love)"
♡♡♡
As it turned out, Seb had been planning to "kidnap" his y/n. for a long time. He admitted it by accident when you asked him about how he was able to be around. At that time, Vettel had recently woken up from a dream and was not yet fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. But he also said that she wouldn't even need a suitcase, it was just a little joke. For this, he was lightly hit on the head.
You couldn't believe that here he is, smiling at you not from the smartphone screen. That you could touch him, kiss his beloved lips, the taste of which was sweeter than honey for you. Everything inside you was blooming and singing. Everything was too perfect.
The flight was quite long, but together with it it seemed very short and it was not enough. It wasn't enough. Your Sebastian. In your heart, you knew that he would leave soon and the happiness would last a maximum of two days. But I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to at all.
The flight ended and you had to leave the cozy business class seats. Of course, there were autographs and photos with fans that forced you to stand aside so as not to interfere with Seb's communication with his fans. This was a frequent occurrence, so you treated it with a smile on your face and rejoiced that your boyfriend had such support.
When that was over, Vettel gently but firmly took you by the hand and led you to the car already waiting for you at the entrance to the airport. A friendly little man handed the car keys to the champion and helped to load your small luggage into the trunk. After that, Seb opened the passenger seat door, helping you to take your seat. Then, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, I hurried to get behind the wheel and take you away from the crowd of fans rushing to take pictures of you and your little date.
Seb moved cautiously along the winding coastal road. His skill was mesmerizing not only on the track, but also off it. You couldn't help but look at his concentration, at his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, a slight smile, tousled curls. He really resembled a god.
It was already evening and the only source of light was the weak sun and the headlights of the car, but you still couldn't take your eyes off Sebastian. But he, the impudent one, saw that you were looking at him.
"Am I that handsome? You've been looking at me since the beginning of the trip." He asked, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Yes." you answered shortly and smiled. "The most handsome man in the world. My most handsome man."
"Yours." Seb agreed and nodded his head. Then, seizing the moment when you turned away in embarrassment, I put my hand free from the steering wheel on your thigh and squeezed it slightly, but noticeably, causing your body to be covered with goosebumps.
"Almost there." he whispered and, after a quick glance at you, immediately returned his gaze to the road.
The rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder as you approached your destination. You haven't been here before, and therefore, curiosity took its toll.
Seb was hoping he could get you to the right place by sunset. After all, it is then that the sun can be seen at arm's length. He knew how much you love sunsets and beautiful places. Therefore, I decided to share my special place with you.
In the end, he drove up to a viewing platform hidden from the eyes of others, located at a decent distance and high above the fascinating landscape of a busy city.
He found this place after one of his not very successful Grand Prix and liked to come here to think about everything that had been stored in his soul for so long. He could scream in pain for a long time without being afraid that he would be considered crazy or something like that. He could talk to himself, blame himself for failures, praise himself for success. He could be in harmony with himself and spend multiple hours alone. Anyone, the most famous people, sometimes need to be alone. But nowhere was he calmer than with you.
That's why he decided to share with you a piece of his soul, to share his secret place. Even earlier, he made a serious decision to share his last name with you and legitimize your love, which was eloquently evidenced by a small red box in his pants pocket. You didn't know about it and thought only about what awaits you next.
"We're here, baby." Seb said when he parked the rented car in a special place for her.
You smiled enthusiastically and quickly unbuckled your seat belt. As soon as you got out of the car, an admiring sigh escaped from your chest. The view here was beautiful. That was putting it mildly. It was really great.
But it was even more beautiful to have Sebastian around. You were standing a little apart from him and the car, and did not notice how he came up from behind and put his arm around your waist, hugging you tightly. Burying his nose in your neck, he exhaled noisily.
"I missed you, y/n. My career doesn't allow us to spend more time together and it makes my heart ache for you."
"I missed you a lot too, Seb. I miss you too much." you whispered, feeling moisture appear in the corners of your eyes. No, no, no, not tears.
"I know, honey, I know. But let's enjoy this rare moment when we're together. When I can do like this." Sebastian brazenly bit you on the neck, making you flinch and jokingly pull away. But he knew that it brought you pleasure. "Or like this."
The man abruptly turned you around and lifted you in his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
"Oh my God, Sebastian, you're going to drop me!"
"I will never drop you, my girl." he murmured and carefully arranged you on the blanket that he had prepared when you were admiring the sunset.
"Oh. And when did you have time to prepare everything?" while you were getting comfortable on the bedspread, Sebastian had already managed to take a seat next to you.
"I'm very fast." He answered with a shrug and took out a bottle of wine, also prepared in advance.
"Yes, especially in..." You didn't finish the sentence and grinned, forcing Sebastian to grin and lean so close to you that you could clearly feel his breath on your lips.
"In what?"
His voice took your breath away.
"Racing, honey."
"Right answer." He said, and taking advantage of how dangerously close to him you are, he rarely shortened the remaining distance and covered your lips with his.
This kiss was unlike any of your past. He skillfully combined all the pain of separation and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, all the tenderness and warmth that he felt for you, all the affection and unwillingness to part anymore. Of course, no one can compare with Sebastian at all, it's impossible to deny.
From such a kiss, you felt dizzy and once again you were convinced that this man would still show himself. You have been together for several years, but every kiss was like the first, every look he directed at you made you kneel.
When Vettel pulled away, he immediately handed you a glass of your favorite wine.
"You're the perfect man." You said and drank some of the liquid with pleasure, which immediately burned your throat.
"And you're the perfect girl." He answered and sat down in such a way as to embrace you and enclose you in the ring of his arms.
You have been sitting like this for an uncounted amount of time, sharing your memories and places for the future. Sometimes you stopped just to drink wine or kiss. The kisses became deeper and greedier.
It was comfortable and calm in his arms.
He was your everything.
"Oh, right, honey. Come on, let me get up." Sebastian suddenly said and gently lowered you out of his arms. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you, helping you to get up too.
"W-what's the matter, Seb?..." you asked, not understanding and a little scared, and looked at your boyfriend.
The sun has almost completely disappeared below the horizon, flooding the sky with golden, orange and pink shades. The atmosphere was saturated with anticipation, as if nature itself had planned to create the most enchanting evening in your life.
Sebastian's voice trembled slightly as he began to speak, drawing your attention. He got down on one knee in front of her, and their eyes met. He looked at her with special tenderness, and she was ready to cry right now.
With every word he poured out his heart, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.
"Oh no no no, please don't cry from the very beginning, I've been planning this moment for a very long time and you cry with happiness only at the end and in one of the best scenarios."
Sebastian hastened to say and took a velvet box out of his pocket. He twisted it in his hands and tried to collect his thoughts and remember the speech he had prepared the day before.
You could only nod and put your hands to your mouth, trying to restrain your emotions. The love of your life seems to be proposing to you right now.
"y/n, from the moment I met you, my life has completely changed. I didn't know that I would love someone so much." Sebastian began in an even but emotional voice. "You have been my rock, my confidant and my greatest support. I can't imagine my life without you by my side."
Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian continued, his voice growing more fervent with every word. "You make me better. Every day you inspire me to reach new heights and enjoy the beauty of life. I am constantly amazed by your strength, your kindness and your unwavering love."
His hands trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. When the sunlight caught the shining gemstone, it seemed to reflect the brilliance in their eyes.
"My beloved, you make me the happiest person on earth. Oooh. it's harder than I thought. But. Will you marry me?" muttered Sebastian, his voice filled with anticipation, love and vulnerability. A part of his soul was afraid of being rejected. What if you're not ready for such a serious step in their relationship yet?
When you heard the cherished words, you could no longer restrain yourself and burst into tears. Tears of immeasurable happiness flowed down your face when you passionately nodded your head and managed to whisper soulfully: "Yes, Sebastian. Yes!"
At that moment, time stopped, the world around them receded into the background when he heard her consent. Sebastian put the ring on the trembling finger of his future wife, and his heart beat with a radiant joy that he had never experienced before.
“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31 || part 2
pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n
summary: part 1: 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.
part 2: Esteban became a father and enjoys all the delights of fatherhood.
theme: social media au, parents, family, soft, comfort, esteban ocon supremacy
note: esteban as a father >>> 💔 I look forward to your comments if you want to continue like this <3
estebanocon
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estebanocon I can't believe it. I... became a father. I am the father of the most wonderful girl in the world.
Amélie Isabelle y/n ocon, I swear that I will be the best father I can be for you. I swear.
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ynocon I'm crying, Esteban
pierregasly Congratulations, Esteban! I can't wait to meet her with little Amélie! 🥳👶🎉
kellypiquet welcome to the club of sleepless nights and endless love ❤️
lewishamilton44 Esteban, congratulations on becoming a dad! I wish you and Amelie love, laughter and unforgettable adventures for life. enjoy the special moments and appreciate the wonderful bond you will share. being a father is the greatest gift. ❤️👨
ynandestuebestiefan I CAN'T BELIEVE IT OUR ESTIE HAS BECOME A DAD😭😭
estebanoconfan he will be the best dad in the world 🥹
→ ynocon he's already the best dad in the world
pierregasly
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pierregasly baby Amélie very very cute little one. definitely cuter than his father 😂 thanks to the Ocon family for their hospitality, look forward to visiting again soon
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estebanocon pierre you are so bad, you cut me right in the heart.
francisca.cgomez sooo pretty
→ pierrefan when will you and Pierre have children??
→ pierregasly next question
→ francisca.cgomez next question pls
alpinef1team the second photo is just amazing. but the first one is a work of art
→ estebanocon @ynocon you and I have not yet been called art
→ ynocon babeee 😂😂
estiebestiefan OMG AMÈLIE IS SOOO PRETTY
ynismylove Amélie looks so much like little y/n 🥹
→ ynstan hmm, but I think she looks more like a little Esteban
thefamilyoconslife
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thefamilyoconslife I think I lost my phone somewhere. nobody saw him?
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oconswife hahaaha amélie you're gorgeous, how did you manage to steal your dad's phone?
→ estebanoconswife i love her too 💔
→ estiebestieswife yeah she's very cute
→ estebanswife very very cute
→ ynocon wtf actually I'm Ocon's wife 🤨
user1 little phone thief
charles_leclerc 🔥
user2 wait, how did Esteban post this post?
→ estebanocon it was a fierce battle not for life, but for cookies
user3 lmao who is Est looking for?
ynocon
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ynocon and the best father of the year award goes to... my husband Esteban Ocon!!! 🏆🥳🎉
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oconswife Ann so funny highlighted MY in the text 😂
kellypiquet hahaha the best
estebanocon oh no y/n, why did you post this without asking me?💔
→ user1 poor estie bestie 🤕
→ ynocon hey hey hey honey calm down, i love you so much and it shows what connection you have with our baby 💓
user2 i want to be that kid, esteban and y/n are the best parents 😭😭
→ user3 SAME GIRL.
ynocon
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ynocon go daddy go
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estebanocon oh my gosh
estebanocon my girls
estebanocon my №1 fans
alpinef1team go esteban go 🏎️🏎️
pierregasly go estie go
user1 go estie bestie go
user2 naaah... GO ESTEBAN JOSÉ JEAN-PIERRE OCON-KHELFANE GO
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 🥹
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.
Ann Ocean was very fond of singer Taylor Swift and her work. Throughout her life, she has always had one constant source of comfort and inspiration, a beautiful woman named Taylor.
Her melodious voice and soulful lyrics were a guiding star for her, a source of comfort both in joy and in sorrow. It is impossible to express in words how much she loves and appreciates Taylor Swift and her work.
From the moment she first heard her angelic voice, Ann felt an instant connection. Taylor seemed to be speaking directly to her soul, telling about her deepest emotions and experiences. Every text she wrote resonated with Ann in a way no other artist could. Taylor's ability to capture the raw and vulnerable moments of life in her music was truly impressive.
From the moment Ann first heard her debut single "Tim McGraw", she was immediately attracted to Taylor's music. Her lyrics had a special and authentic quality that resonated with her on a deep level.
As the years passed, Taylor Swift continued to release new music, and her songs became the soundtrack to Ann's life. Whenever she felt joyful, songs like "Shake It Off" and "22" were there to cheer her up and remind her to embrace happiness in life. These songs became anthems of positivity and self-acceptance, they gave Ann the opportunity to accept her individuality and dance as if no one was watching.
But even in the darkest moments, Taylor's music really became a lifeline for her. When she found herself in the depths of a broken heart, her ballads like "All Too Well" and "Clean" were there to comfort her and remind her that she is not alone in her pain. Her ability to capture the complex emotions of love and loss with such honesty and vulnerability was a rare gift, and she couldn't help but feel a little healed with each verse.
As she navigated the choppy waters of adolescence and adolescence, Taylor's songs were her constant companions. With her soulful ballads, she lifted her spirits in the darkest moments of her life, reminding Ann that she was not alone in her struggle. Whether she was facing a broken heart, a failed friendship, or the endless confusion of growing up, her music was there to heal wounds and offer a special solace that no one else could offer.
Listening to Taylor's songs was not just a form of escape from reality, but also a source of empowerment. Her ability to express her emotions unabashedly and fearlessly inspired Ann to do the same. Her music inspired Ann to accept her true self and live for real. Through her experience, she taught her that vulnerability is not a weakness, but a strength.
In addition to her music, Taylor herself was an incredible source of inspiration for Ann. Her steadfastness, determination and unwavering commitment to her work have left an indelible mark on her heart. She showed her that success does not come without hard work and self-sacrifice, and that even in the face of adversity it is possible to rise above and achieve greatness.
Taylor's willingness to use her fame to defend important cases and defend justice further strengthened admiration for her. She has used her fame and influence to support numerous charities, advocate for equal rights, and speak out against injustice. Her desire to make the world a better place reflects her sincere character and unwavering desire to have a positive impact.
Over the years, Taylor's music has evolved along with her own growth. From the country tunes of her early years to the sophisticated pop anthems of today, her artistic evolution has never ceased to amaze Ann. With each new album, she pushes boundaries, experiments with new sounds and tells stories that resonate with people from all walks of life.
It's impossible to mention Taylor Swift without acknowledging the incredible connection she has made with her fans. The loyalty and dedication of the Swiftie community is a testament to the genuine connection she has established with her audience. Through meetings and greetings, unexpected visits and personal communication, she made her fans feel that they were seen, heard and loved. This interaction has created a sense of belonging and community unparalleled in the music industry.
She was a constant presence, a guiding star in times of darkness and an inspiration to fearlessly pursue dreams. Her music was the soundtrack to life, giving comfort, strength and hope in both the best and the worst times. Ann has often wondered how infinitely grateful I am to her for her artistry, sincerity and the immeasurable influence she has had on her life.
And now, with a smile on her face, Ann was running all over the big apartment, shouting lines from Taylor's songs. This apartment was located in Monaco and was the temporary home of her and her boyfriend, F1 racer Charles Leclerc, when he was in his homeland.
For a moment, Ann felt like the girl she was ten years ago. To this day, she remains a devoted fan of Taylor Swift and dreamed of attending her concert. As a child, her parents did not have enough money to provide their daughter with a ticket to her dream, and so Ann gathered with her friends in the house and they watched videos of concerts and imagined themselves right there. Right in the midst of a beautiful crowd, among people who are connected by a strong thread with Miss Taylor's music.
Unable to contain her euphoria, Ann found herself overwhelmed with energy. She began to move almost in a dance rhythm, running from room to room, looking around the apartment with childish enthusiasm. Walking through the marble corridors, she couldn't help but hum lines from one of her favorite songs, Taylor Swift's hit "Shake it Off".
"Hey, hey, hey," Ann sang playfully, and her voice echoed in the walls, "just think, while you've been gettin' down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world, you could've been gettin' down to this sick bit."
A smile danced on Ann's lips as she continued her impromptu performance. She whirled around the spacious living room, the light reflecting off the polished floor, creating an ethereal glow. With each turn, she displayed a carefree demeanor, reflecting the lyrics of a song that glorified getting rid of negativity and accepting positivity.
Heading into the kitchen, Ann playfully grabbed a wooden spoon, using it as an imaginary microphone. "My ex-man brought his new girlfriend, she's like, "Oh my God!" but I'm just gonna shake and to the fella over there with the hella good hair won't you come on over, baby? we can shake, shake, shake," she sang passionately, imitating Taylor Swift's infectious charm. The melody and words perfectly combined with the infectious energy flowing through her veins.
With each room she passed, Ann's enthusiasm seemed to grow exponentially. The bright lyrics of "Shake it Off" filled the apartment, her voice echoing off the elegant walls. It was as if the very essence of the song merged with the wealth and beauty of Charles' home in Monaco. It was a moment of complete freedom when Ann showed her true self without any inhibitions.
Minutes turned into hours, and eventually Ann found herself in the master bedroom, where she completed her impromptu performance. Standing at the open doors of the balcony overlooking the azure waters of the Mediterranean Sea, she sang the last lines of the chorus, there was a sense of triumph in her voice: "Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off, I shake it off hoo-hoo-hoo"
As the last notes of Ann floated away into the blissful air, she felt a pair of arms hug her from behind. Charles, her beloved boyfriend, was standing there with a big smile, his eyes full of adoration. He calmly watched her exciting manifestation of joy and freedom, his heart was overflowing with love for the woman who brought bright colors to his world.
With a gentle kiss on the cheek, Charles joined Ann, appreciating the moment. Together they stood on the balcony, admiring the breathtaking view, secretly hoping that life would always be as harmonious and joyful as Ann's impromptu serenade in the heart of Monaco. Charles slowly put his hands on Anne's waist and pulled her closer to him.
"How would you like to go to Taylor's concert in the near future? I've seen the announcement of her new tour on Instagram and I'm sure she'll be glad to see such a devoted and such a beautiful fan."
Charles smiled sweetly and waited for his girlfriend's answer.
Anne's eyes widened in surprise and she turned to face Charles.
"What? Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. We'll buy you some sequinned dress, make bracelets and break your voice on the show. What do you think about it?"
pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader(but name in fic Ann); charles leclerc x ex-girlfriend.
summary: the most difficult breaking is when you and her love each other, but the decision can no longer be changed.
warning: break up, hurt/comfort, sad, a little bit social media au.
song to read: you're losing me - taylor swift.
note: this is just my understanding of how a girl can act when parting. In your thoughts it may be different, but this is a story with my fantasy fiction and therefore, I ask you to treat it with understanding.
It was too painful to write, I feel very bad about parting with people I once loved.
Charles Leclerc was sitting on the bed, looking at a photograph of him and his girlfriend Ann standing on the bedside table. The weight of the impending decision weighed heavily on his heart. But he understood that there was no other way out. That if he didn't tell her right now, he wouldn't be able to later. Then this belated conversation can aggravate the situation and make it much worse for both her and him. Charles took the photo in his hands and took the picture out of the frame. He smiled sadly as soon as his eyes met the girl in the photo. Ann. She was always there for him and gave him sincere love. She provided him with such necessary support, gave him the opportunity to feel needed.
Charles involuntarily thought about the day when this photo was taken. It seems that it was the first time she came to a family dinner in his family. Ann immediately liked his mother and brothers, which made the racer very happy. And how can someone not like such a girl?
Charles really loved her. He loved her with all his heart.
But now his heart is asking him to let her go.
The world-famous Formula 1 racer, determined to succeed in his career, knew that sacrifices were inevitable, but he never imagined that he would have to choose between career and love.
He was so eager to become a professional driver, did everything to make his dream come true. He could stay up all night thinking about how to improve the car, he trained until he lost consciousness, he squeezed everything out of himself to succeed. But how can you live without love in our cruel world?
He dreamed of returning home after a hard workout, spending time with his beloved and telling about the past day at the racetrack. He dreamed of seeing his girlfriend in the paddock, she would be wearing his trademark cap and would glow with happiness when he crossed the finish line in the top three. He dreamed of celebrating victory until morning and knowing that his sleeping beauty was waiting for him at home.
He got it and now he will lose it of his own free will. Funny, isn't it? When you love a person and when he loves you, you don't give up on him. But this time it's different.
Ann walked slowly into the room, noticing the thoughtful expression on Charles' face and their shared photo in her hands. A certain anxiety and misunderstanding of the whole situation filled her eyes as she walked towards him.
"Honey, what's wrong? I don't recognize you lately. Are you okay?"
Charles took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. It turned out pretty damn bad. He couldn't bring himself to say those terrible words.
"Ann, we need to talk. Please sit down."
Ann sat down next to him, her hand gently touching his arm.
"Of course, Charles. What is it?"
He gently stroked her fingers with his own, finding solace in her touch before breaking the news that would destroy her in just a couple of seconds. And, it is unlikely that he will ever be able to touch her like that again.
"I... I think we should break up."
Ann's eyes widened in disbelief, she let out a nervous laugh and muttered.
"Break up? Charles, are you kidding? I don't really feel like laughing."
Charles plucked up the courage to look into her eyes, his own eyes were full of uncharacteristic sadness, because at any other time his eyes were filled with a mischievous sparkle.
"No, Ann, I'm not kidding. Damn it."
Charles exhaled heavily and bit his lower lip.
"What... What did I do wrong, Charles Leclerc?"
"It's not about you. It's about me and my career. Formula 1 requires a huge level of dedication, and also requires me to always be focused and ready for any turns. I'm not able to properly combine common sense on the track and feelings for you. I just... not worthy of you, you know? I want to spend more time with you so that we can be a normal couple like everyone else, go on frequent dates, stay up all night, dance until morning, but I can't. I'm sorry, but my decision is well thought out and I won't change it."
Ann's voice was shaking with pain. She couldn't believe it would end like this. That he had told her in plain text that she meant nothing to him. That he chooses himself, not them, or even her.
"So you prefer the race to me, right?"
Charles tightened his grip on her hand, his heart clenched in pain from the decision he had made.
"I don't want to lose you, Ann. But I can't ignore the pressure to perform, to constantly give my best on the track. I never wanted this, honey. I never meant to hurt you. But our careers, our aspirations pull us in different directions. The demanding nature of my profession and constant travel do not allow me to give you the time and attention you deserve."
Tears were still gathering in the corners of Ann's eyes as she hurriedly removed her hand from Charles' palm.
"You're losing me, Leclerc. As soon as I started this conversation. If you can't handle everything, then I don't think you really needed me. I thought we could support each other, Charles. I believed that we could handle this together. But it looks like it was all in vain."
Charles swallowed noisily and shouted nervously.
"Ann, our love is sincere and strong, but the reality of my profession is inexorable. Constant travel, intense training, demands on my time... it would be unfair to ask you to wait for me, to put your life on pause."
Charles paused, his voice choked with emotion, and Ann was silent, still trying to be strong.
There was emptiness inside.
With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts and continued: "I don't want to keep you from your dreams, from the opportunities that lie ahead of you. You deserve someone who can be there for you, who can give you the love and support you need. And right now I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to be."
He automatically took Anne's slightly trembling hands in his again, squeezing them to comfort her. To comfort not only her, but also myself.
"Please understand that this decision is also tearing me apart. It's not because I don't love you, but because I love you enough to know it's the right thing to do. We both deserve real happiness and satisfaction, even if it means that our paths diverge."
Ann nodded, trying to smile as sincerely as possible. She knew she couldn't change Charles's mind, but she couldn't not defend her honor. Finally, she abruptly pushed Charles's hands off her own, causing him to round his eyes in surprise and said.
"If this is what you really think is best for your career, Charles, then I won't stand in your way. I hope that you will achieve the success you are striving for. Good luck.
Ann got out of bed and went to the closet to pack her things.
"Ann..."
Charles stood behind her and wanted to hold out his hand to calm her down.
"Silence, Leclerc. Silence. Let me pack my things and get out of your house. And out of your life. I will remain in it only in memories. As your friend said... Daniel, I think his name is. No regrets, only memories. Right. "
Ann's voice traitorously broke from nervous overstrain, which made both her and Charles start in fright.
When Charles reluctantly let Ann go, he couldn't help but wonder if the price he had paid was too high and if success on the racetrack would ever bring him the same joy and happiness that Ann had once brought.
Ann left an hour after their conversation. It took Charles a long time to get used to the idea that she would not come back.
Everything reminds him of her.
Everything reminds her of him.
As soon as Ann got to her apartment, she didn't cry or break the dishes. She went to her Instagram, deleted all joint photos with Charles from her profile and posted a post with a single phrase.
hahaitsann
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hahaitsann my heart won't start anymore for you
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arianagrande: babe are u ok?
⇾hahaitsann: happier than ever
carlossainz55: fck. ann you're alright?
⇾ hahaitsann: of course, ca, don't worry:)
danielricciardo: ann are you home? I will come now.
⇾ hahaitsann: ouuh. no need, dan, tysm.
kellypiquet: girl I'm here
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charles_leclerc i can't find a pulse.
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landonorris: you guys are scaring me, what happened?
⇾ charles_leclerc: nothing just an incident
carlossainz55: charles, can you go to direct and answer me?
fancharles1: WHA-A-AT
⇾ carlossainz55: same reaction mate
sofiestay: I hope you're all right, Charles.
lec16lerc: god what happened?
16charlec: did you and Ann break up?
⇾ janerttb: I think yes, they both don't have pictures in their profiles together. Did you see Ann's post?
⇾ 16charlec: no. but. wtf.
So that's what was supposed to happen. It hurts, yes. But you have to be a strong girl.
As the night grew late and the music filled the air, the Formula 1 drivers, friends of Lando Norris, found themselves in a swirling frenzy of laughter and celebration... The house was bustling with energy, as guests milled about, engaging in lively conversations and reveling in the festive atmosphere. However, amidst all the excitement, something seemed amiss - Lando Norris was nowhere to be found.
His friends, curious and concerned, embarked on a mission to locate their enigmatic friend. They traversed through the rooms, checking behind every piece of furniture and searching high and low. But no matter where they looked, Lando was nowhere in sight. The more they searched, the more perplexed they became. Where could he possibly be hiding?
Finally, after an exhaustive search, they stumbled upon a cozy living room awash in dimly lit ambiance. There, lying on the couch, dolled up in a blanket, was Lando Norris himself. To their surprise, he was not alone - his girlfriend y/n was curled up beside him, both of them lost in a peaceful slumber.
As the group gathered around, softly chuckling at the sight, Lando slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the sleepiness, he motioned for his friends to be quiet and whispered, "Shh, leave her be. She's tired, let her sleep."
His friends, amused and touched by his protectiveness, shared quizzical smiles amongst themselves. Carlos whispered back, "Lando, the party is still going on. Why don't you bring her to another room or wake her up to join us?"
Lando, slightly exasperated but still mindful of his sleeping girlfriend, replied in a hushed tone, "Nah, she needs this rest. We had a long day. I'll join you all in a bit, promise."
Just then, as if cued by the conversation, y/n stirred in her sleep, the murmurs of their whispers rousing her gently. She blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the soft glow of the room. But before she could fully awaken, Lando leaned over and whispered soothingly, "It's alright, love. Go back to sleep. I'll be right here with you."
With a drowsy smile, Y/n nestled her head against Lando's chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. Contentment washed over her, and she soon drifted back into a peaceful slumber. Lando pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and held her tighter, his eyes closing once again.
And so, amidst the chaotic festivities, Lando and his girlfriend y/n found solace in the quietness of the couch. Their friends, though amused by the scene before them, understood the significance of their uninterrupted rest. With a knowing nod, they tiptoed away, leaving the couple to find respite in each other's arms.
As the party raged on, Lando and Y/n remained cocooned in their own little world, embracing the tranquility that only sleep could bring. And while the laughter and revelry continued, their love prevailed, a silent reminder that sometimes, amidst the chaos, all one needs is a moment of undisturbed rest and the comfort of a loved one's presence.
Evening. It's about seven, and you're still studying. The thing is that it was on this day that the art teacher decided to fill you up with educational materials and a new theory that will need to be passed very soon on his test. Sitting comfortably in the library, you have always liked the dim atmosphere of this special corner of the university; the smell of books, the peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by the barely audible whisper of a random visitor - all this was one of the most pleasant sensations you have ever experienced – you tried to concentrate on the papers, but impatience to sit still became quite problematic. After all, today your man has to return home after long separation. For six months you communicated with him via video link, told each other various news that happened to each of you, laughed from awkward situations and tried not to go crazy with longing. And precisely because of his arrival, it was difficult to concentrate on textbooks and notes. I wanted to escape, to be in the ring of his strong arms and press my cheek to my chest, intending to hear his breath knocked down, from the joy of meeting. Then, reach for his slightly parted lips, feel a warm palm on your waist and..
"So, concentrate," shaking your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and with great zeal clutched the document in your hands with your eyes. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you will go to him."
"Girl, can I help you?" a pleasant male voice sounded in your ear, but you didn't attach any importance to it, just waved it away.
"No, thanks, I'll manage on my own."
"Even after six months, you still continue to do everything yourself, honey."
Turning around sharply, you encounter the gaze of your native brown eyes and, with a quiet squeal, jump up from your seat and throw yourself on your lover's neck. He laughs softly and hugs you to him, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Embracing, in your opinion, the most beautiful face with small palms, you left a few kisses on your cheeks, forehead, lips. Of course he missed me too. Madly. You were his first thought in the morning and his last before going to bed. Each separation was too hard for both of you, but he couldn't leave his job, and you couldn't leave your studies.
"How did you come here?"
"Well, the security system here is unreliable. He said that he urgently needed to come to my girlfriend, who was supposed to come back again," pausing for a second, the brown–haired man cast a quick glance at his wristwatch, "about two hours ago. He thought that I was a modern Romeo and I was hurrying to my Juliet. Let me help you pack up and let's go home."
"B-but I can't... Certification..."
"I don't give a damn about this certification, I want to spend the rest of this day with you, and not watching you do paperwork, not me," with a dissatisfied snort, the man picks up your bag and carefully puts all your work materials in it. You folded your arms across your chest and watched his concentrated expression with a smile on your lips. When the packing was over, Sainz, without even standing on ceremony, quickly picked you up in his arms and put you on his shoulder, not forgetting to push the chair and take the bag.
"You're obviously tired, so let's go like this. I'm not waiting for consent," under your ringing laughter, he deftly left the library, and, saying goodbye to the guard, left the university at a brisk pace, heading for his car. The black Ferrari joyfully rang as soon as the brown-haired man pressed the open button. First, going to the passenger seat, he gently put you on it, fastened your seat belt and left a gentle kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, he was already sitting in his seat and starting the car. You were overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness and love for this person. You still didn't believe that he met on his way.
"Will I turn on the radio?" after waiting for your nod, the man made several movements and soon the car was filled with your fake singing.
