‘ It’s all I can think about, oh, you’re all I can think about. ’
Bf!Arvid who . . . never lets you know a moment of peace. This is a teen boy who is probably experiencing his first real relationship and no doubt you guys were friends beforehand. So, he feels free to be himself around you. He will annoy you with spammed TikTok’s and then will be annoyed if you don’t respond to each individual one.
Bf!Arvid who . . . tries to be nonchalant, but you simply won’t have it. You know he loves to crack jokes and say stupid things, so when he tries to be quiet and nonchalant, you just quirk your eyebrow at him and instantly he’s sighing and giving it up.
Bf!Arvid who . . . is awkward when giving physical affection. He tries to play it off but whenever he intertwines your hands together, his cheeks will flush. The most natural form of affection for him is an arm looped around your shoulder, since he does it with friends anyways. But, when you’re alone together it’s slightly different. He loves behind near you, holding you, everything. He just gets shy in public, but you don’t mind.
Bf!Arvid who . . . doesn’t know how to communicate at first. Like I said earlier, first real relationship. He struggles with keeping up with his strict schedule for F2 while also giving you the attention you need. When he gets frustrated he often gets away from his phone and that leads to you worrying and occasionally it causes fights. But, he is the best at making things up to you! He tries, and that is better than most teen boys.
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summary: y/n finally attends a race weekend and the other f3 drivers don’t believe they’re dating — so they lowkey terrorise nikola
warnings: cursing, drivers being mean ( jokingly )
pairing: fem! reader x nikola tsolov
genre: fluff, crack?
requested: yes
author note: i love the f3 grid so much like you don’t understand 😭
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much to her dismay, the heat hadn't died down at all by the time she arrived and just knew that nikola would be causing trouble for his team. he's always been quite sensitive when it comes to different temperatures, which y/n learned the hard way.
she breathed out a sigh and scanned her pass before going towards the formula three paddock. since this is the first time she's attended a race weekend for f3, nikola made sure to give her a thorough rundown of where everything would be. y/n has been to a few eurocup-3 races and was supposed to have gone to the australian grand prix, but she got sick.
y/n was confident that she would be just fine, but nikola was very adamant that the paddock of eurocup-3 is very different to a formula three paddock.
he was also very excited for her to finally meet his friends and new teammates; tasanapol inthraphuvasak and mari boya. her boyfriend is very nice and outgoing, so she wasn't surprised to find him chatting away with a large group filled with the other f3 drivers.
y/n shot nikola a quick text since she didn’t want to go up and interrupt him ( or have all of them stare at her ), but of course, nikola wouldn’t have that.
the moment he saw the text, his head shot up and his eyes instantly found hers.
“n/n!”
[ n/n means nickname ]
she smiled and gave a little wave as he jogged towards her. the other drivers watched as nikola embraced a random girl with confused looks on their faces.
“sorry to interrupt” he quickly shook his head and dismissed her words
“don’t. i can finally introduce you to them now” the happiness in his voice made her smile despite the nerves that were still present within her
“come” he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the boys who were still silent
“guys. this is my girlfriend, y/n” nikola’s eyes shined bright with pride as y/n smiled politely
just as the silence was starting to overwhelm her, mari boya spoke up.
“did he pay you?”
“mari?!”
“what? i think it's a good question!”
“yeah, mate. there's no way you got her” james wharton spoke up next
“what's that supposed to mean?!”
“she's out of your league”
“we're in the same league!” the drivers silently shared a look while nikola gasped and y/n tried not to laugh
“screw you’s!”
he gave them the middle finger before pulling y/n away, but they started following.
“come on, niko. just admit it” ugo ugochukwu spoke
“yeah. this is just sad now” followed along by rafael câmara
he groaned and started picking up the pace with y/nfollowing along. she let a few giggles slip past her lips, but it was overshadowed by the roars of laughter coming from the other boys.
once they were far away from them, nikola let out a sigh of relief.
“sorry about that” y/n just shook her head, a playful smile making its way onto her face
“they’re fun. i can see why you want me to meet them” nikola’s eyes softened at that
“i’m glad you like them”
“me too”
he smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to her ( lips / cheek / forehead ) when they heard someone cough from behind them. nikola jumped and turned around before groaning.
it was tasanapol inthraphuvasak, his other teammate.
“can’t you do that when there isn’t people around?”
“there wasn’t any around around! where did you even come from?” tasanapol shrugged before walking off
“today isn’t my day” nikola said while running his hands down his face
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turns out those words weren’t true at all since nikola went on to win the sprint race that day.
y/n was even allowed to congratulate him through on the teams headphones which left nikola giggling.
she clapped and cheered as loud as she could once his car was in sight. y/n's smiled grew even wider with his celebration before he jumped out and ran straight to her. she didn't even have time to prepare herself before his arms wrapped around her frame while the team were shouting and hitting his helmet.
“you did it!”
“i did it!” his words were muffled by his helmet and the noise from his team, but y/n is fairly certain that she heard him
her boyfriend was soon taken away after that and she was left in the presence of his team, but quickly became aware of the other drivers coming towards them.
“y/n!” mari called out and waved excitedly
“hi, mari. tough luck” he shrugged
“making fun of nikola brightens me up, so we came” the other boys nodded along
“is that why you did that earlier?”
“no. he's never mentioned you before”
laurens van hoepen was quick to disagree.
“he has to me and chris last year, but we didn't believe him”
y/n understood.
they're very private and she dislikes being posted in general, so the boys weren't necessarily wrong to assume things, plus they made her laugh.
“pretty people usually date each other”
“don’t let nikola hear you, it’ll go to his head” y/n smiled as they continued to joke around while waiting for tuukka taponen since he placed third and would be first out
she clapped politely for the other two, but y/n’s cheers grew louder once her boyfriend stepped out. however, the boys overshadowed her ( and the campos team ) by yelling out things that she hoped wouldn’t be broadcasted, but y/n couldn’t help but laugh.
unbeknownst to them, nikola’s eyes softened at seeing her interact with his teammates and friends. he knew they would get along, even if they didn’t believe they were dating at first.
“unbelievable” he thought and shook his head, but the bright smile remained on his face
paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 596, genre fluff, ( masterlist )
the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains casting an angelic haze in your shared hotel room. the mishaps of forgetting that the balcony door is open letting the curtains dance in the light breeze. children’s laughter as they kick around a ball in a fun-hearted game just across the street.
hair sprawled across the pillowcase. your elbow digging into the plush mattress underneath you propping yourself up. you took the chance to admire your boyfriend something that you don’t get the chance to do often. normally, either you're rushing or he’s rushing not getting a mellow moment. even at times, the other side of the bed is empty and cold when you don’t share hotel rooms or he doesn’t sneak into your hotel room late at night. usually, in the paddock, it’s fleeting glances and very minimal grazes. by this point, you’ve memorized every single part of his features even with the short amount of time that you have to do so.
he lays on his back with his arms underneath his pillow. his blond hair unruly and disheveled. he gained the new nickname "blondie" after a few dates and refuses to reference him as another thing else. your nail lightly grazing on his skin connecting the light freckles that scattered across his back.
you raised your body sitting on the edge of the bed. your fingers fiddling with the buttons to slowly unbutton his shirt that you wore to bed last night to discard to take a shower and get ready for your spontaneous plans.
behind you, the blond shifts underneath the sheets. a frown appears on his lips as he feels disappointed that you're not cuddled up right beside him. normally, when he wakes up your pressed right against him almost entirely on top of him even though you’ve fallen asleep on your respectful side on the bed. his eyes fluttered open attempting to adjust to the sunlight beaming in. though he couldn’t see your face. he is only visible to your unruly hair and his oversized shirt slipping off your shoulders he found you incredibly pretty.
his gaze held so much love and fondness that it would terrify someone who wasn’t sure that he was the one but to you. you knew he was one when they first met eight years ago whilst karting around italy that he was the one that you wanted to marry. now, you never put any thought into your perfect wedding until the first time you saw him smile with sun-kissed skin and rosy cheeks.
you aren’t fond of the tan lines on your arms and thighs, but he was. you got offered a solution by him yesterday morning of just basking in the sun naked on the balcony, but you talked yourself out of that. you always sweet-talked yourself out of situations. you were particularly good at that and though it was quite annoying at times. it’s a quality that he loves.
oh, how he missed so dearly how your freckles adorned your sun-kissed skin that scattered across your slight reddened cheeks due to spending time on the boat more recently during his short period of a break. he missed adoring them in the colder months.
he lifted on his elbow gently moving your hair to the side to press a kiss on the back of your neck which was already littered with love marks from last night's activities that you had a slim chance of actually covering. he pulled you back into his warm arms and underneath the sheets once again.
summary . . . When an iconic kiss happens after Rafael's championship win, fans dig deep to find out who the mystery girl is
request . . . kind of?
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! just some badly translates portuguese bc i dont speak it...
faceclaim . . . random girls from pin // reader isn't fluent in portuguese so she doesn't speak it much but i'll put translations when she does
alexavia yaps . . . legit had this in my drafts for like a week ive been procrastinating this for AGES like idk why?? SO SORRY ITS SHORT </3 anyway i hope you guys like this bc its a bit rushed and kinda shitty like.... also theres gonna be some prema driver features so yeah!!
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rafaccamara88 we did it! thank you so much for the prema team and my teammates! and to my amazing girlfriend, thank you for the support and encourgment. i wouldn't be here without you ❤
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Summary: Arvid never believed in love at the first sight. But then he met you, Ollie's cousin, and wasn't so sure about his beliefs anymore.
this request 🫶
⚠️Tw: prema boys being the little shits they are
!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!
(arvid's version)³
♪ 🌻 ♪
♪ 🌻 ♪
There's no touch or feeling,
Pleasure or pain,
Anything like the way you're runnin' through my veins,
No breath or beauty,
No sound or sight,
That ever made me feel the way you do tonight,
I just can't take my eyes off of you.
♪ 🌻 ♪
Going to the track at early hours of the morning was something normal for Arvid. Morning fog surrending garages and the silence of only few people working, was something he grew to love. He could quiet his mind and focus on the upcoming race. It was like second nature for him. When the crowds started to gather, he liked to hide in his garage, being a little introverted.
Today wasn't an exception. He sat in the corner of the prema garage, watching people walking by. And that's when he saw you, smiling at everyone. When your eyes met, he felt like time has stopped. He shyly smiled back, feeling his cheeks grow hot. That's when you decided to walk up to him. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, when you finally stood in front of him.
"Hi," you said sheepishly, tucking your curly hair behind your ear. "do you by any chance know how I can get to formula two paddock?"
"Yeah," he stuttered a bit. "I can show you where it is."
For the whole walk, he couldn't keep his eyes away from you. He was simply enamored by you. You talked like you knew eachother for years and he loved the lack of akward silence.
"How did you even end up in the wrong paddock?" he asked, curious as to why you were here.
"My cousin was supposed to pick me up, but something came up and I got lost." you laughed and Arvid knew he found his new favourite sound. He didn't dug deeper and unbeknownst to him that said cousin was watching you two with a sly smile on his face. Ollie Bearman was a lot of things, but not stupid. He knew by the look in your eyes, that you too were smitten by the dark haired boy.
It was time to play cupid.
♪ 🌻 ♪
Ollie, Kimi, Dino, Gabriele and Arvid sat on chairs, ready to play pico park for prema's new YouTube video. You watched the boys laugh and scream at eachother, when someone was sabotaging the game, with a fond smile on your face. Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice that Arvid was also staring, totally not focusing on the game. But the other boys were fully aware of it and who would they be if they didn't tease him for it.
"ARVID!" Ollie shouted, smirking at the younger boy. "Focus on the game, mate."
"Yeah," Dino said with an evil grin on his face. "you can ask her out later."
Arvid swore, he would kill him later. When you looked at him, he really wanted the earth to swallow him whole. He almost became as red as Ferrari. The boys, of course, laughed at him. Now, he was sure he would kill them all. And then ask you out.
♪ 🌻 ♪
You sat in the prema garage, watching Ollie prepare for his race. Formula three race ended with Arvid winning it and you were really impressed with his skills. It was like him and his car were one. You felt someone's presence next to you. When you turned your head, you saw Arvid smiling from ear to ear. It was like he knew you thought about him. You smiled back, blush covering your cheeks. You could shamelessly admit that his post race look was hot.
"Congrats on P1." you said, winking playfully at him. "Winning looks good on you."
Arvid felt his heart practically melting, when you said that.
"Thanks." he decided, that it was now or never and asked "Would you like to hang out sometime?"
He felt blush cover his cheeks as soon as he said it, looking at the ground sheepishly.
"I would love to." you said, sitting closer to him and shyly taking his hand in yours.
Maybe killing the boys wasn't that necessary, he thought, looking at your fingers now intertwined together.
♪ 🌻 ♪
Author's note: I swear the pico park video is my fav thing in the world. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoyed the story<3
obviously, if you date paul, you have to go on vacations with him. we've all seen his vacation pics from the summer (and winter) breaks, the pink swimming trunks and the linen shirts showing off his chest and shoulder muscles so beautifully. but not only are vacations with him great because you have the world's best piece of eye candy with you; you'd also have a blast with him.
going on vacation with paul means traveling around italy on a vespa, him driving you around as your arms are wrapped around his torso. the way your grip tightens and the sound of your squeals when he speeds up makes him bubbly, and if he feels stable enough, he places one of his hands on top of yours as he drives, fingers intertwining with yours.
it means you both deciding that your personal mission on the trip is to find the best pizza and pasta in the country, traveling around to different cities to experience and rank the restaurants with the highest ratings on the internet. it means midnight pizza runs to that place in the city that's open 24/7, forcing paul to taste the hawaiian slice you ordered despite how much he whines about pineapple not belonging on pizza. and it means visits to romantic little restaurants, not being able to say no to him when he suggests doing the 'lady and the tramp'-move with the spaghetti, both of you giggling until you're almost thrown out after accidentally bumping noses.
it means spending a lot of time at the beach, going swimming and sunbathing and just relaxing together. you cheer him on when he does his flips from cliffs and bridges, mostly watching from afar, but he always finds some way to trick you into coming up to the cliff with him – and then he always pulls you in with him. but you also go to the beach at night, walking barefoot along the shoreline and feeling the warm sand between your toes. you look at the stars together, his hand on your waist squeezing you close to him and his fingers drawing random figures into your skin as you point out the constellations to him. his lips pressing against your forehead as he hums, nodding along to whatever you're saying, is a confirmation that he's listening – even when he's more focused on your pretty lips and soft skin.
taking care of you
paul is very caring. he often comes off as cool and casual to other people, but the soft spot in his heart for you makes paul act a bit differently with you. whenever he's around you, he wants to make sure you know that you're the most important thing to him. he listens well, gives you advice when you come to him with issues, and he takes care of you in every way he can think of.
he's attentive, and after having known you for many years now, he knows what every subtle little sign of yours means. he can tell when you're only pretending to be happy, when you're uncomfortable, when you need something; he can read you like an open book. therefore, it doesn't come as a big surprise when he notices how quickly you're getting drunk on one night out.
it starts off lightly, with you sipping slowly on some kind of fruity drink while chatting off with dino's girlfriend, growing more relaxed for every passing minute. paul notices instantly, but he lets it slide – you're in a club, after all, and you're all there to drink. the drinks turn into shots, and the chats turn into showing off your moves on the dance floor, while paul merely sits at your table and watches you with a big grin on his face. through the night, he keeps ordering glasses of water that he helps you down in-between your drinks. but despite his services, it doesn't take too long before you get a little too 'tipsy', walking up to him with wobbly legs and such a soft expression on your face.
"paulie!" you exclaim as you come up to stand next to where he's sitting. he notices instantly – you only call him that when you're drunk. "did you see my moves?"
paul nods, a little smile taking over his lips. "you were great." one of his hands reach up to your waist, pulling you a little closer. "how are you feeling?"
"lovely!" you turn your head to the side, looking out on the dance floor again. "i think i'm going to go back, it's so much fun, you should come with me, we can dance and-"
the sound of a chuckle leaving his mouth makes you stop in your ramble, eyes darting back at him instantly. "i think we should go now, actually."
"go where?"
"to your apartment. or mine, or-"
"why?"
paul shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. "because you're drunk, sweetheart."
you frown – you're having so much fun, why leave now? "that makes no sense."
"maybe it does, maybe it doesn't." paul places his other hand on your waist too, and his hands squeeze your sides. "let me take you home and take care of you. please?"
you cross your arms over your chest, huffing. "what's in it for me?"
"well," he snickers. "i'll give you as many kisses as you want. and i'll help you with your skincare." the way his fingers dance up and down your ribs tickles, and the tingling sensation is so immense you can't hold back a smile. "i'll even massage your feet, since they must be dead after dancing so much in those shoes."
you can't hold up the sulky act anymore, so you take his hands in yours and nod. "only if you give me a kiss now, too. just so i know what i can expect."
a laugh bubbles from his chest as he stares at you in complete adoration. he lets you pull him up so he's standing, before he engulfs your face in his hands and gives you a sweet smooch.
paul is a good man, so he keeps his promises. when you fall asleep in the cab, all worn out from dancing, he carries you carefully up to his apartment and makes sure not to wake you up, before tucking you in between the sheets. he gets a makeup wipe from the bathroom – it's better than nothing, he thinks – trying his best to be as detailed in his cleaning yet not rough enough to wake you up. he massages your feet for a few minutes, hoping that it'll make some difference in the morning. and even if you're not conscious enough to remember it, he does give you tons of kisses. on your forehead, your cheeks, your temple, the corner of your lips.
paul is a caring, lovestruck fool, and his soft heart beats only for you.
race rituals
surprisingly enough, paul likes to be structured and have the same schedule & rituals before a race. he may seem like someone who doesn't care, someone who's extremely easy-going, but it's the rituals before he even gets to the track that let him be carefree.
on media days and the fridays of the weekends, a lot of people assume he's got a devil-may-care kind of attitude. he's often spotted joking around with dino, throwing american footballs with karl, or just chilling on the floor of the prema truck. on the earlier parts of the week, he eases up – but the moment he sits down in the car before quali on friday, he switches his focus. he's completely and fully zoned in for the racing.
when he's done with qualifying, the first thing he needs is to have his debrief with his trainers. depending on the result of the session, the debrief can be lighthearted or serious, but the driving always needs to be discussed. then he needs to confirm tomorrow's schedule, to make sure it's all set and ready to go. and lastly, he needs to talk to you.
you always find some secluded corner of the paddock, sitting together on the floor with one of his arms draped around your shoulders. you don't need to talk about the qualifying itself; if it's gone badly, he'll ask you what you've done all day, what you had for lunch, and which drivers you've seen around the paddock. but if it's gone well, he won't shut up about it. he'll tell you about all of the corners he got the most out of, what parts of the track he could've improved in, and how he felt when his trainers praised him on the radio. all this while you're holding his free hand, playing with his fingers and resting your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeats all the way in to your own heart.
he has a routine for the mornings before races, too. they all start in the hotel room after he wakes up. first, he brushes his teeth. then, he needs to make sure all of his necessities are packed; race suit, shoes, gloves, anything else he might need. then, he always has the same breakfast.
all steps of his routine are important, but his most important ritual is the one that includes you.
the one thing he needs the most right before he leaves through the hotel room door is a hug from you. he needs you to hold him tight, press your lips to his cheek, and whisper to him that he'll do well. he needs you to assure him that no matter what, you're there for him and you believe in him. with your trust, he can do anything.
post-season comfort
paul desperately needed encouragement.
after spa, and especially after the season finale in monza, things felt extra rough for him. it was hard for him to recover from the fact that everything had slipped through his fingers. sure, he put on a big smile when congratulating gabriel and zak for p1 and p2 in the championship, and he was genuinely happy that prema won the teams championship. but he couldn't help but to feel... sour. he believed that he deserved that win, or at least the second place. if only he hadn't been so unlucky...
you see right through him, of course. no matter how hard he pretends that he's fine, that it doesn't matter and that he's fine with third place in the championship, you don't believe it. you know him, and you'd do anything to help take his mind off things, to get him to stop overthinking it.
post-season means a lot of sessions in the gym and even more time spent on the sim, preparing for everything that's to come and trying to work on the weaknesses that showed this past season. it's very physically demanding, and in combination with the disappointment from his championship standings, it leaves him exhausted most of the time.
but whenever he's free, you see it as your duty to take him away from it all. the stress, the racing, the pressure. you know that deep down, he does love it; racing is his life for a reason. but you also see how worn out he is, how his smile doesn't really meet his eyes anymore, how persistent the bags under his eyes are. sometimes, the emotions can be too much, and you love to help him out even just a little.
so, every day off, you plan something for him. you go rock climbing, swimming, stargazing. you go on road trips to nearby cities, sightseeing and pretending to be tourists even in areas you've been to hundreds of times. you drag him along to the spa to get massages and to just relax, and he ends up being the one who refuses to leave, despite how he groaned about not wanting to go beforehand. you even take him to race in go-karts, to show him that racing still can be fun and that it doesn't always need to be super competitive (because you threaten him and say that if he speeds away from you in the first straight, there's no way he's getting any kisses, so he has to pretend like he's slow).
it's not like paul doesn't understand what you're doing; he's fully aware of your plans, and he finds them completely adorable. one night, as you're about to part after a romantic dinner date, he stops you on your porch just as you're about to go into your home.
he wraps you in his arms, hugging you close as a deep sigh leaves his chest. he relaxes, his whole body just melting into you as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. "thank you," he whispers, his words tickling your skin and his lips brushing the space behind the back of your ear. "i really needed this."
maybe you're reading too much into it, but you know there's so much hiding behind those words. it's not often that he opens up about racing, so you're grateful for every little moment of it, even if it's minimal. "you deserve the world", you tell him, because it’s true. to you, he’s the most precious thing in the world. and by the way he smiles at you, eyes filled with so much gratitude and so much love, you can tell he feels the same way about you.
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author's note: very long overdue lol. just like the oscar smut rotting away in my drafts. anyway, i miss paul so much it hurts. looking at old gifs of him and just crying. hope u have a good day too <3
Stuart Lewis-Evans and friend Tony Harris unloading his Cooper 500 Formula 3 car from the roof of a customised Series 1 Land Rover, ahead of a race at Chrystal Palace in 1953.
