Heyy, i don’t know if you take requests and if they’re open 😄 but if you do can you write something for poly bearnelli x reader? Could also be a smau if you prefer. About the public thinking reader is cheating on one of them with the other?
i'm the drama episode 1
synopsis: the public knew about y/n and kimi, but what they didn't know is that it wasn't just them two. so when photos of y/n and ollie kissing the cheater, fame whore, and gold digger allegations arise. also y/n is a singer bc they needed a profession and for there to be more drama.
fc: florian macek
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f1.spilled An anonymous source has leaked us photos of Kimi Antonelli's boyfriend, singer Y/N L/N, making out with Kimi's best friend Ollie Bearman. This has brought past claims of Y/n being a gold digging, fame whore. We wouldn't be shocked.
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demure.diandra i never liked him and i feel like everyone knew
marisol_diaz @/demure.diandra girl be so fr 😭 are you just mad that a MAN is dating Kimi??? And who knows what if they're poly??
demure.diandra @/marisol_diaz as if Y/n is just fame hungry
klaws.by.karinaaaa honestly kinda but not really shocked that there was gonna be a cheating scandal this season, didn't expect THEM tho...
just.a.girl honestly I think Y/n was just ✨🎀being a girl🎀✨
hanni.fan @/just.a.girl I love Y/n and have been a fan of his music for years but using "im just a girl" as an excuse is soooo toxic.
just.a.girl @/hanni.fan of course its a fucking kpop stan that gets pissed over a valid excuse.
I shall send just a number for the Spotify thing, everything else is up to you 🙂↕️🙂↕️ 13!
13. Risk by Gracie Abrams: Arvid Lindblad x gn!reader
Thanks for the ask Star <3 I wanted to write something about him, saw the chanche and took it lol. Not many warnings, just Arvid getting insecure about ruining the friendship. Reader is a f2 driver in this and has known him since they were karting, everything else is pretty vague
Arvid has told himself a thousand times he wouldn't do this. Logic tells him to stop. Not to keep going with this banter you have after each single race. Not to stare at your lips when you both are soaked in champagne after the podium's bliss. He has calculated over and over again the risks of falling for his teammate; for his childhood best friend, the one who followed him from karting to F2. Maths don't lie, logic doesn't either, the danger of asking and get shot down doesn't make it worthy.
But tonight he is alone in an hotel suit of Abu Dhabi . He has won what will be his last sprint race in F2 and needs someone to hold and celebrate with desperately. Because next year he will be finally get into F1 but it won't feel that good if he doesn't have you by his side once again.
So he knocks at your door. The words "I love you" burnt on his throat. Maybe it's too soon to say them, but Arvid doesn't know if he can hold them any longer. You are a risk, but one he is willing to take nevertheless.
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im the drama part 2 when icon...im thirsty over here NO RUSH THO
i'm the drama episode 2
synopsis: after 7 months of successfully convincing Kimi to not reveal that you three were poly, he accidentally lets it slip during a interview where you got called a fame whore. now you three have to deal with renewed attention, all while you are about to release your new EP
episode 1 (not needed but just a little extra context)
"He did what?" You shouted at Ollie as you two sat in his drivers room waiting for Kimi to finish his media duties. You were sat with your head in your hand, Ollie was standing opposite of you next to the door.
"Why're you shouting at me! But yeah... he said we were polyamorous," Ollie responded looking disheveled and like he could cry at any time. His arms were crossed and his foot was tapping like it always did when he was stressed.
"Well did you try and stop him? Ugh, fuck! This is NOT what I needed right now! My EP is coming soon they're gonna think I planned this! FUCK!" You shouted back, every time the possibility of you three dating was brought up you were called a gold digging fame whore, like the fact you'd been a successful musician before you even knew who they were simply didn't exist.
"Well I couldn't, I was already leaving! But the hates never that bad!" Ollie snapped back, looking annoyed that you would even question him for not thinking to do the obvious, even though he normally didn't.
"Yeah the hates not bad for you guys! People think you're the victims of the situation! They thought Kimi was cheating with me, and that I was a slut for fame! I just wish you guys could see that I don't have it like you do!" You spoke, by now you had cornered Ollie and were shaking him. You knew he'd be sympathetic but you couldn't help being angry.
You had just finished yelling at Ollie when a knock came from the door.
"Hello? Are you guys in there?" A thick Italian accent, only possibly belonging to Kimi, was accompanied by a triple knock on the door. You sighed and let go of Ollie to open the door. When you did, you made sure your face was covered in disappointment.
"Ollie, where's Y- oh... hi Y/n," Kimi said, shrinking down in your shadow. He looked like he wanted to cry when he realized you had been the one to open the door and it was in fact not Ollie.
"Yeah, hi Kimi," You said pulling him into room, and before you could speak, Kimi was climbing up you like a koala, and holding onto you.
"Y/n, please you know I didn't mean to!" Kimi said hanging off of your back. Ollie was standing off to the side as you practically dragging Kimi with you as you walked to the couch.
"Get off of me Kimi!" You shouted trying to pull him off, when he wouldn't comply Ollie came in to help pull him off. When he was finally restrained he was sobbing as Ollie held him back.
"Please Y/n! I didn't mean to let it slip, but they were being horrible to you! He called you a fame whore! I-I'll do whatever I can to help you! I'll... I'll make a public post and I'll do anything you ask! Just please don't be mad at me!" Kimi begged, and pleaded, and shouted, and sobbed. He was trying to reach out to you, but Ollie was holding him back.
3 MONTHS LATER
The first few nights after the incident Kimi had come to you to ask you to please not be angry at him and to let him cuddle with you, you had agreed but were still upset. Luckily, Kimi had remained truthful to his promise, he'd made a public announcement denouncing anyone who hated on you. However most fans were already on your side, and happy to support. Your EP release went smoothly and it became a huge smash hit.
"Mmh... I'm really sorry it happened like that Y/n, but look! Now we don't have to hide who we are!" Kimi purred into your side when he was squished between you and Ollie.
"Yeah yeah yeah, but next time Kimi you better think before you speak or I won't be happy," You stated, making your intentions clear. Kimi stared up at you longingly with glassy eyes.
"There won't be a next time! Promise on Ollie's life!" Kimi said as he planted a kiss on your lips.
"Hey! On my life!? Anyways... who wants ice cream?" Ollie cheered as he stood up and walked over to the freezer in you threes shared apartment.
Don't let me go to a date ever again: Alex Dunne x gn!reader
💌Day 4: Your ideal date /♡/ Your favourite hangout spot /♡/ Fix a date that didn't go well
Summary: Alex goes on a date with a girl that ends up not being super interested in him. The F2 class convinces teammate!reader to cheer him up.
Tags/warnings: Not much tbh. Mentions of horrible first dates and alcohol (none is consumed). Alex’s date happens to be a Lando Norris fan, but no hate towards his community. Kinda of a himbo Sebastian Montoya and veiled Dino Beganovic/Gabriel Miní, just because I can.
Word Count: 1994
Author's note: I saw the perfect excuse to try out writing about the F2 2026 grid + platonic!reader and took it, zero regrets. Thanks to my lovely moot Star for organizing this event <3
It usually goes like this during race weekends; it has come to be sort of a Saturday evening tradition after the sprints. Debriefing, then a bit of alone time to get out of the racing suit and shower, and after it most of the grid comes back together once again. Either the dining area or some random common room gets turned into a weird blend of exchanging races' impressions, table games, jokes, and poking fun at eachother. Yeah, competitiveness shows up every once and then; but when all of you are close in age and have been racing against each other for quite some time now, it's difficult not to get along. Closeness brings fondness, they say, and so the thing goes.
Right now half of the drivers are reunited in a small lobby on the second floor, not far away from your room. Gabriele and Sebastian are sprawling on the sofa because Dino insisted they should give it a try and watch hockey with him. Goethe is on the phone with someone, walking from one corner of the room to the other. And you are sat with other rookies around a table with Rafa attempting to teach you a Brazilian card game called Fodinha. This is your third round of the evening, and, to Rafael's dismay, none of you seem to have completely grasped the logic of it yet. Nikola claims that you would probably play better if you went for real shots, as the usual game goes, instead of the energy drink alternative you were using whenever someone lost. Because drinking the night before a feature race, as tempting as it may sound, would give you all a problem with your respective managers and team chiefs.
Beganovic cheers from the other side of the room after his hockey team scores. Oliver has finished his call and announces he is leaving for his room. The room goes slightly quieter for a few minutes, only altered by Mari's protests about the game. Usually your teammate, Alex, would be hanging around with you and the others, but a week ago he had started talking with a local girl, and he had asked her for a date just after the sprint. So now you are on your own, trapped in a never-ending game of cards, in between Boya's sore losing-ness and Câmara's infinite patience.
"I just don't get it! How can the rounds you win not matter at all?" Mari asks as he is made to drink another shot of Red Bull.
"That's the whole point of it, you don't have to win. Just guess if you will or not and how many times."
"Nah, he has understood that, Rafa." Tern rolls his eyes. "He was just so overconfident about winning the last ten rounds."
Rafa sighs slightly desperately as you start another round. The hockey match has finished, and the ones who were watching it finally come to the table.
"Talking about competitive people," Gabriele says while sitting in front of you. "Evening, Dunne."
Everyone turns to the lounge's entrance, where Alex is now standing, mildly blushing and with his previously sharp white shirt all sweaty and wrinkled.
"Hi everyone." Your teammate mutters, almost embarrassed, as he takes a seat by your side.
There's something in the way he talks and moves that seems off, almost exhausted. He reaches for your Red Bull, asking for permission before he chugs it all. Alex smirks, wipes off some drops of the energy drink from his mouth. Still, he is not acting as usual, the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and you decide to ask about it.
"How was the date?"
"Come on, y/n! Have you seen him?" Montoya comes from behind you two and starts massaging Dunne's shoulders, as he had just won a race. "It's our resident charming man, after me, the one we are talking about. Of course the cat got the cream!" With the Prema's driver being so confident, Alex can't help dropping his facade.
"Sebas, could you please stop?" He shoves his hands away, earning a "sorry, man" from the Colombian.
"Rough nigh?" Dino, the only one standing, says while resting on Minì's shoulders.
"No, it was grand, really." Alex replies sarcastically before stealing and drinking Roman's glass this time.
Everyone at the table stays silent for a few seconds, if there's something you had learnt something while racing together is that, by any means, you should not cross Alex Dunne when mad. Aggressiveness is needed in your sport, however, out of the track, it's a difficult quality to handle. Alex is aware of it, and he attempts his best to calm down before adding anything else.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," you place your hand on his shoulder for some comfort. "Just don't let me go on a date ever again," his gaze rests on you for the briefest time, his smile wry. "Any of you." He clarifies looking at those around him.
Gabriele is the first one to break the short silence after it. "Alex, was it that bad?"
"Was she ugly?"
"Sebastian!" Several voices complain in unison for his lack of touch, but at least it gets a laugh out of the young Irish man.
"It wasn't anything to do with her appearance."
"¡Gracias a Dios!" Mari nudges Montoya off before he can add anything else.
"What happened then?"
Alex ponders the question you have just made, like it was something he was almost ashamed of admitting. "She was much more into F1 than into me." He ends up putting it simply, almost cynically. Yet Roman tries to get something more out of him.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well, when she spends half the date talking about how cute Lando is and the other asking why I left McLaren, she makes it pretty obvious."
"Oh, she was one of those." Nikola drinks the last Red Bull on the table, trying to think of something smarter to say. The words never come.
"Yep, so by the time we were done with dinner I made a filthy excuse, had a hard time finding a taxi and walked all the way towards the hotel."
"Hence the sweatiness."
"Do you want a golden star for that, tesoro?" Gabi mockingly attempts to stop Dino from pointing out the obvious.
"Hilarious, just… if I ever tell you about going on a date ever again, knock some sense into me, will you?"
"Not every person you date will be like that, Dunne." That's Rafael trying once again to make everyone see the bright side of things.
"Probably not, but I am too knackered right now to try to act positive." Alex shrugs, standing up and starts walking to the door. "See you all tomorrow at the track."
Despite this being your rookie year in F2 you have known your teammate for a while now. He had watched you race a few times on F3 and in the few months you have been part of Rodin you have learnt to consider him a close friend. Your field is not the kind that is prone to forming lasting bonds. With anyone trying to push himself as hard as they can to fight to be one of the top motorsport athletes in the world, its hard to think about friendships. Even in moments like this, when you hang around other drivers, you can't stop seeing them as acquaintances at best outside the competition and fierce rivals while the race lasts.
However, things with Alex are slightly different. He was the one who showed you the ropes, the one who pushed you hardest and yet the one you knew you could have a good laugh with. Your contract with Rodin in F2 was signed halfway through last season and since then you have seen almost every side of Alex Dunne. Euphoric on the podium, determinate in the gym, furious when the whole thing with Red Bull happened… Yet as hard as you make an effort to remember it, you can't recall a time you have seen him like this. Weary, disappointed, like it was not even worthy to be mad about it. Tern is the one that finally gets you out of your own thoughts.
"Aren't you coming after him?"
"Why should I?" You tell him, somewhat confused, but Dino makes an excellent point to keep in mind.
"He races more cutthroat while angry or upset."
"And you are usually the one that calms him when he is like that." Câmara adds, picking up all the cards still scattered around the table.
"You just want me to save you from going against the wall tomorrow, don't you?" You roll your eyes, you have already accepted that trying to help Alex is the sensitive thing to do. But that won't stop you from making them worry a bit longer.
"And we care about him," Gabriele assures you, "we are friends."
"Sort of." Seb corrects without a trace of seriousness.
"You owe me one."
Sharing hotel room with your teammate is actually quite helpful for your task tonight. For the last half an hour you have been running around the hotel looking for what you need, hoping to have given him more than enough time to clean himself up before you finally knock at the door.
"Have you lost your card again?" Alex opens the door, curls still wet from the shower and with some plaid pyjamas on that you have told him countless times make him look like a grandpa.
"No, but I wanted to talk to you about something, so I thought it was only proper to knock."
"I am fine y/n, it wasn't my first awful date." He tells you as you carefully place a bowl of fresh-made popcorn on his nightstand. "You didn't have to come on to check on me, and you didn't have to bring snacks either."
"I know, but you surely didn't get much eating done with the chit-chatting of that girl." You prop yourself in his bed without much thought, as he has had on yours too many nights before races like this. "So I brought some popcorn and I have a two-hours-long Verstappen's highlights and funny moments compilation queued on youtube."
"That doesn't sound half bad."
Alex throws himself in the bed by your side; not much later you are halfway through the list, the bowl is already empty and his hell of a date almost belongs to the past now. A timid yawn from your part indicates that you should be heading up to sleep.
"Time's up, the team will kill us if we stay awake any longer." Alex pulses pause on your phone's screen. "But thank you for tonight."
"Don't mention it, mates before shitty dates." You shrug it off as you move to your bed.
"Noted, but I am still beating your ass tomorrow on track."
"You wish."
The two of you start falling into an easy but comfortable before-bed routine. The lights are already turned off when you make your point to him one last time.
"Alex, forget what that girl said," you stare at the ceiling because neither of you are used to saying emotional things to each other, "Norris couldn't hold a candle to you."
In the darkness you can still hear his quiet laugh.
"I mean it, and someday you will find someone who sees it. "You can't even believe you are voicing these thoughts, you will very likely cringe at yourself for this later. But your teammate needs it, so you will say them anyways. "Someone who likes you genuinely, not just as a driver, but as a person of your own."
He takes a few minutes to respond and his words don't surprise you at all, "you get corny while sleepy."
You laugh with him because that's the easy answer, and when you are already drifting off to sleep you notice him mumbling one last thing.
"Thank you for everything, y/n."
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omg your paul headcanons are so cuteeee fkdkckdkd do you have any more paul thoughts you wanna write about 🥹 indulge yourself, i’ll take anything you got LOL
PAUL ARON HEADCANNONS (GN!READER):
One time he was told you couldn't come to race because they weren't paying for it so instead of not having you he bought your flight, hotel room, and snuck you into his drivers room (nobody found out)
Kinda like his acts of service and stuff he never lets you drive, he says that if he can do it professionally he can do it for you!
If you were just a normal person before you started dating I think he would've seen you a few through out the day and that night would finally have gained enough courage to talk to you
On that note he gets very nervous when initiating anything romantic, not like a date but like kissing, hugging, fuhreaky time
The first time yall did it it was lights out cause he didn't want you to see how much he was blushin so much
You have so many crazy photos of him that you took without him knowing (he knows) so he has since made you his photographer (very unprofessional)
My guess would be dating since teens but once when you two were 18 he invited you on a family vacation, and initially you turned it down because you were nervous and he was so sad that came to your house to beg you to come lol
omg paul aron x gf!reader on summer vacay in italy one shot??? idk maybe its reader's first time in italy and their first vacay tgt and he does all these cute things showing her around on a VESPA???🙏🙏
PAUL ARON: THE ITALY NIGHTS TOUR (PAUL ARON X GN!READER)
WC: 554
"Paul, I am not trying this! It doesn't look safe and it's night time!" I said looking back and forth between Paul and the moped in front of me.
"Kallikene pleaseee! I drive really fast cars for a living don't you trust me to keep you safe and not wreck!?" Paul said, staring at me with puppy dog eyes.
"I know Paul but you want me to sit on that in Italy at night on coastal roads that are windy like that!" I said still not willing to give in to his want to ride this potential death machine.
"Please! I'll do anything if you just agree!" Paul said clasping his hands together in a praying motion, he scooted closer to me to make sure I saw his pleading eyes.
"You'll do anything if I agree to let you drive me around on this moped?" I asked hesitantly, who knew what I would do with the power of anything.
"It's a vespa! But yes," Paul said, nodding his head quickly and stared directly into my eyes.
"Fine," I said, caving into his plea, I just couldn't take his puppy eyes anymore. As soon as I agreed Paul jumped up and grabbed my shoulders shaking me.
“I KNEW YOU WOULD AGREE EVENTUALLY!” He yelled as he pulled me outside, all he got back was a groan from me and some looks from his friends. As I sat on the back of the moped (or vespa as he stated it was called), I wrapped my arms around his stomach, immediately being able to feel his solid abs. Apparently I spent too long feeling them because he made a comment about it.
“You like that, huh Y/n, don’t you?” Paul said marking the sentence off with a soft laugh, a laugh which made my stomach flutter.
“S-stop Paul!” I said blushing furiously, and hiding my face in his shoulder, which he promptly nudged off.
“What the hell was that for Paul!?” I said angrily, he immediately whipped around apologetically.
“W-well… I-I was just gonna give you the helmet!” He said quickly, shoving the helmet into my arms and looking down awkwardly.
“Oh… sorry I got mad at you Paulie!” I said giving him a quick kiss on the forehead which seemed to brighten him up again.
“Ok! Are you ready to go?” Paul asked.
“Yup!” I said, tightening my grip on him. And with that we were off onto the curved coastal roads of Italy. I was hoping it was going to be calm but boy was I wrong, honestly it was probably pretty calm for Paul but I kept freaking out about us going over the rocky edge and into the silver painted ocean below.
“Be careful Paul!” I said as I tightened my grip once again, taking in the beautiful sights around us but also having my survival instincts kick in.
“Y-/n, t-too tight,” Paul said, causing me to immediately loosen up my grip, “it’ll be fine! I promise to keep you safe!”
“I love you Paul, I’m glad you convinced me to come on this ride, I would’ve missed so many beautiful things if I hadn’t come!” I said nuzzling him with my face which made him laugh.
“Nothing as beautiful as you,” Paul said, “and I love you too Y/n.”
