Hi I'm not sure if your requests are open and I don't normally do this kind of thing but I've just discovered your stories foe Arvid Linblad and they are so good. He is criminally underrated and you write him so well. I was wondering if you could do a story for him where he's gone on a podcast (pitstop or screaming meals) and he just like casually mentions his girlfriend or she's there in the room and whenever he doesn't remember smth he asks her so you kind of just hear this voice off screen and the fans don't know who it is
how to announce your relationships
arvid lindblad x gf!reader
a boyfriend who talks about you like breathing and the fact that nobody knew he had a girlfriend, makes for a very good pairing when he goes on a podcast
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You’re curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. It’s been a long day, and you’re finally relaxing after work. Then, a notification pops up. It’s a tweet: “Arvid Lindblad mentioned his girlfriend EIGHT TIMES on Screaming Meals. Who is she??? Theories below.” Your stomach drops. What?
You hadn’t even watched the episode yet. Arvid had casually mentioned he was going on the podcast, but he hadn’t said anything about you being a topic of conversation. You quickly pull up the episode, your heart pounding as you fast-forward through the intro. And there it is. His voice, warm and relaxed, like he’s just chatting with friends.
“Yeah, my girlfriend actually loves that track,” he says, grinning. You pause. Rewind. Play it again. Girlfriend. He said it so casually, like it was common knowledge. Like everyone already knew.
You keep watching, and it happens again. And again. And again. By the time you finish the episode, you’ve counted eight times. Eight. He mentioned you eight times. Your face feels hot, your mind racing. The comments are already flooding in—speculation, theories, even a few wild guesses. Someone thought he was dating a pop star. Another person thought it was his teammate. Nobody knows it’s you.
You grab your phone and call him. He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful. “Hey, love! Did you see the podcast?”
“Arvid!” you exclaim, your voice a mix of disbelief and panic. “You can’t just announce to the whole world that we’re dating! People didn’t even know!”
There’s a pause on the other end. Then, genuinely confused, he says, “Wait… they didn’t?”
You groan, flopping back onto the couch. “No, Arvid! We’ve been keeping it private, remember? You just casually dropped ‘girlfriend’ eight times on a podcast that, like, every F2 fan watches. People are freaking out!”
He laughs, that easy, carefree laugh that always makes your stomach flip. “Oh. Oops. I thought everyone knew. I mean, it’s not like I was hiding it. You’re kind of the best thing in my life, so… why wouldn’t I talk about you?”
Your frustration melts a little at that, but you’re still reeling. “Okay, but now everyone’s trying to figure out who I am. What if they find out? What if they start digging?”
“Let them,” he says, his tone softening. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m proud of you. If people find out, they find out. But if you’re not ready, I’ll handle it. I’ll tell them to back off.”
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think you’d just casually mention me like that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just… I guess I talk about you more than I realized. You’re kind of always on my mind.”
You can’t help but smile at that, even as your heart races. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he teases.
And he’s right. You do. Even if he just accidentally announced your relationship to the entire F2 fandom.
The next few days are a whirlwind. The speculation grows, but Arvid keeps his word. He doesn’t confirm anything, doesn’t drop any hints. He just keeps being his usual, charming self, deflecting questions with a smile. And when he calls you that night, his voice is soft.
“Hey,” he says. “I know this is a lot. But no matter what happens, I’ve got you. Okay?”
And for the first time since the podcast dropped, you feel a little calmer. Because yeah, it’s chaotic. But it’s also kind of… exciting. And as long as you’ve got him, you know you’ll be okay.
A few days later, you’re scrolling through Twitter again, and you see a clip from the podcast that someone has edited together. It’s just Arvid mentioning you. All eight times. The comments are a mix of confusion, admiration, and outright obsession.
“Arvid Lindblad is down bad for his girlfriend, whoever she is,” one tweet reads.
“Bro mentioned her eight times in one hour. EIGHT. That’s love,” another says.
You can’t help but laugh. And when Arvid calls you later that night, you playfully tease him about it.
“So, eight times, huh?” you say, grinning even though he can’t see you.
He groans, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, okay, I get it. I talk about you a lot. But can you blame me? You’re kind of amazing.”
“Flattery won’t save you,” you say, but you’re smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he fires back.
And just like that, the chaos feels a little less overwhelming. Because yeah, the world might be curious about you. But to Arvid, you’re everything. And that’s all that really matters.
Idk if you've seen but arvid linblad has said that Lewis is one of his inspirations being mixed race and that. So how abt arvid and reader where she is like Lewis's sister, daughter or goddaughter or smth and he's superscared to meet him or smth
never meet your heroes
arvid lindblad x lewis hamilton’s goddaughter!reader
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a/n: i was actually planning like this?? if i had a dollar for every time an anon request matched exactly with what i was planning, i'd have two dollars which isn't much, but it's weird it's happened twice
You’re practically bouncing with excitement as you grab Arvid’s hand and lead him through the busy corridors of the paddock. His grip on your hand is firm, but you can feel his nervous energy radiating off him in waves.
He’s not exactly your typical bundle of nerves, being a skilled F3 driver who’s faced plenty of pressure on the track, but this is different. This is personal.
“Okay, so I’ve got great news!” you announce with a grin that’s probably too wide to be considered normal.
Arvid looks at you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “What’s up?”
“My godfather wants to meet you!”
Arvid’s eyes light up. He’s already charmed your parents, and he’s pretty confident that he can win over anyone you care about. “That’s awesome! I’m excited. I’ve already met your parents, and they loved me. I’m sure your godfather will be the same.”
You nod enthusiastically. “He’s actually really excited to meet you too. I’m going to visit him in the F1 paddock during the F2 race, and you can come with me.”
Arvid’s expression shifts to confusion. “Wait, why would your godfather be in the F1 paddock?”
You laugh, the sound light and teasing. “Because he’s a racing driver too!”
Arvid blinks, processing the revelation. “What??”
You’re having a hard time containing your laughter now. “Yeah, remember the only reason we even met was because I was looking for him in the paddock, and I ended up bored and found you instead. It’s been such a funny coincidence, and now you’re meeting him!”
Arvid’s face goes pale, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head. “Wait… is it… could it be that your godfather is—”
“Yes, Arvid,” you confirm with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “My godfather is Lewis Hamilton.”
Arvid’s mouth drops open, and he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. “No way. I can’t meet him. I mean… Lewis Hamilton? I’ve been a fan of his for as long as I can remember. I don’t think I can face him.”
You chuckle, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Come on, don’t be silly. Lewis is just a normal person, like you and me. He’s going to love you!”
Despite your encouragement, Arvid’s nerves don’t seem to ease. “What if he doesn’t? What if I embarrass myself? This is Lewis Hamilton we’re talking about!”
Realizing that you might need to take a different approach, you decide to text Lewis. With a playful smirk, you type out: “Hey Lewis, don’t scare Arvid away. He’s scared because it’s YOU!”
You hit send and wait, and before long, Lewis replies with an enthusiastic, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he remembers this meeting!”
As you approach Lewis’s temporary garage in the paddock, you feel Arvid’s hand squeeze yours tightly. You try to give him an encouraging smile, but his apprehension is almost palpable.
“Just be yourself,” you tell him. “Lewis is going to be totally chill about this.”
As you open the door to Lewis’s area, you see him lounging on a chair, looking relaxed but with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes. You wave cheerfully. “Hey, Lewis! Arvid, this is Lewis. Lewis, meet Arvid. I have to go say my hi’s to Bono and the rest of the team, so have fun!”
Lewis stands up, putting on a surprisingly stern expression that makes Arvid’s face go even whiter. He extends his hand for a handshake, but his gaze is intense. “Arvid. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Arvid shakes Lewis’s hand with a nervous grip. “H-hi. It’s really an honor to meet you, sir.”
Lewis’s face remains serious as he continues. “So, how long have you been seeing my goddaughter?”
Arvid swallows hard, clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. “Um, a few months.”
“Do you plan on being serious about this relationship?”
Arvid stammers, “Y-yes, absolutely.”
Lewis leans in closer, his voice dropping slightly. “What are your intentions with her?”
Arvid’s eyes widen, and he looks like he’s about to crumble. “I—I care about her a lot. I’m serious about us.”
Just as Lewis seems ready to continue his interrogation, you walk in with a cushion in your hand, eyes blazing with a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Lewis, what on earth are you doing?”
Lewis, still in his intimidating persona, raises an eyebrow. “Just making sure Arvid is up to the task.”
Without missing a beat, you toss the cushion at Lewis, hitting him squarely in the chest. “Knock it off! You’re scaring him.”
Lewis bursts into laughter, the stern facade vanishing in an instant. “Okay, okay. I was just having a bit of fun.”
You turn back to Arvid, who looks both relieved and embarrassed. “See? Nothing to worry about. Lewis is just being his usual self.”
Arvid lets out a shaky laugh, finally relaxing. “I’m glad to hear that.”
With the tension eased, Lewis wraps an arm around Arvid’s shoulder and gives him a friendly pat. “Seriously though, it’s great to meet you, Arvid. I’ve heard nothing but good things.”
You smile at both of them, happy that the meeting went well. “See? I told you everything would be fine.”
As the three of you chat and laugh, you can’t help but feel grateful for the supportive people in your life—and relieved that Arvid survived his first meeting with your legendary godfather.
In the middle of the race weekend arvid gets a call from his gf and starts to worry cos she normally doesn't want to distract him but it turned out she just really missed him or wanted his opinion on smth
emergency phone calls
arvid lindblad x gf!reader
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Arvid is deep into a debriefing session when he glances at his phone and notices your missed call. His heart leaps. It’s unusual for you to call him during a race weekend. He immediately feels a surge of worry, wondering if something might be wrong. Trying to maintain composure, he decides to call you back as soon as he finds a moment alone.
However, as he reaches for his phone, one of his teammates bursts into the room. “Arvid, we need to check the car setup immediately. The tire pressure adjustments are off.”
Groaning inwardly, Arvid slips his phone back into his pocket, his anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “Alright, I’m coming,” he says, following his teammate out of the room, his mind still fixated on your call.
Hours tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. Every time Arvid finally manages to grab his phone, someone else swoops in with another pressing task. Whether it’s a media interview, a press briefing, or a quick strategy meeting, there’s always something pulling him away. The frustration of not being able to call you back grows, interspersed with fleeting moments of dread about what might be happening.
In the middle of a media session, he sneaks a glance at his phone during a brief lull. With trembling fingers, he starts dialing your number, only to be interrupted by a flurry of questions from a journalist about his performance. He forces a smile and tries to focus on the questions, all the while his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.
Later, while he’s heading to a quick strategy meeting, he sees your name flash on his screen once more. He quickly presses the call button, but as soon as he’s about to speak, another team member approaches him with a clipboard. “Arvid, we need to review the race data for tomorrow’s session.”
With a resigned sigh, he puts his phone away and nods to his colleague, all the while desperately wishing for a break.
As the day drags on, his frustration turns to worry. He feels like he’s on the brink of a meltdown, constantly juggling his racing duties and his growing concern for you. Every time he tries to reach out, something else comes up, amplifying his anxiety.
Finally, after what feels like an endless day of racing, interviews, and press events, Arvid collapses onto the bed in his hotel room. Exhausted and relieved to finally have a moment of peace, he pulls out his phone with a sigh. He dials your number, his heart pounding with a mix of worry and hope.
When you pick up, his voice is tinged with urgency. “Hey, it’s me. Are you alright? Is everything okay? Do you want to break up or something?”
Your laugh is a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “No, Arvid. I’m fine. I just needed your opinion on something.”
He exhales deeply, his tension easing but his curiosity piqued. “What’s going on then? I was really worried when I saw your call.”
You chuckle softly. “I just needed to know if I should wear the green dress or the blue one for my friend’s party tomorrow.”
Arvid’s face lights up with a wide, goofy grin. He’s always been your biggest fan, and the thought of you asking for his opinion on something as simple as a dress choice brings him immense joy. “You look gorgeous in anything, you know that?”
You roll your eyes, even though he can’t see it. “Cut the bullshit. Blue or green?”
He swallows, a playful glint in his eye as he makes his best guess. “Uh… blue?”
There’s a brief pause before you respond, “That’s what I was thinking too.”
Arvid’s smile widens uncontrollably. “I’m glad I got it right.”
“Of course you did,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate. “Thanks for always making my decisions easier.”
He chuckles, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him. “Anything for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner. It was a pretty hectic day.”
“It’s okay,” you reply softly. “I understand. Just glad to hear your voice.”
As the conversation drifts into light-hearted banter, Arvid regales you with stories from his chaotic day. You share updates from your end, and the connection between you two is evident. Despite the chaos of his race weekend, Arvid feels grounded and content, knowing that you’re there for him.
As he ends the call, he looks at his phone with a grateful smile. The whirlwind of racing seems a little less intense, and the promise of a peaceful evening with you on the other end of the line makes everything worthwhile.
So basically it's readers first time at track and she's there for the whole weekend cos her exams just finished or smth and the other drivers only know abt her cos of like 1 or 2 pics on arvids insta (yl thos like soft launch type of ones) but they don't know anything ant her. So throughout the day they're just noticing all the stuff he does for her like the sidewalk rule (he notices she's by the sidewalk and puts his arm around her waist to move her to make sure she's safe), asking her if she's eaten. Anyways their in the bus going to track or smth and hes asleep on her shoulder while she plays with his hair or hoodie so the other drivers are teasing her and he wakes up and is like baby why aren't u paying attention to me
OMD THIS US SO LONG IM SO SRRY
attention
arvid lindblad x gf!reader
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a/n: this was so fun to write?? i love sleepy arvid actually
You’ve been counting down the days until your exams were over, not just for the relief of finishing them, but because it meant you could finally spend a whole weekend at the track with Arvid.
It’s your first time here, and you’re buzzing with excitement and curiosity. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber fills the air, mingling with the cheers and shouts of the crowd.
It’s a world you’ve only seen through Arvid’s phone, the multiple video calls and pictures didn’t do any justice to the true atmosphere of the paddock, it feels completely disconnected from the world outside.
Now, you’re here in the flesh, and the attention is almost palpable. The other drivers keep glancing your way, probably piecing together who you are.
It’s amusing and a little nerve-wracking, but Arvid is right beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in this whirlwind of new experiences.
“Have you eaten?” Arvid asks, his voice soft yet insistent. He’s always like this—making sure you’re taken care of, sometimes even before you realise what you need.
“I grabbed a snack earlier,” you reply, smiling up at him. He gives you a look that says he’s not entirely convinced but lets it slide for now.
As you walk through the paddock, you notice how Arvid subtly manoeuvres you to his other side, positioning himself between you and the bustling crowd.
His arm gently wraps around your waist, guiding you away from the edge of the sidewalk. It’s a small gesture, but it makes your heart flutter.
“Safety first,” he murmurs with a grin when he catches your eye.
The other drivers are clearly intrigued. You catch snippets of their conversations, whispers about who you might be and what your relationship with Arvid is.
They’ve seen those photos—your hand in his, a candid shot of you laughing at something he said, your silhouette as the sun sets behind you. Now, seeing the way he cares for you, their curiosity only deepens.
The day is a blur of races, debriefs, and adrenaline. You’re swept up in the energy of it all, your excitement matching the roar of the engines.
Arvid checks in on you frequently, whether it’s to hand you a bottle of water, share a quick kiss, or simply squeeze your hand as he passes by.
You can tell his friends are watching, their teasing glances and knowing smiles not lost on you.
As the sun begins to set, signalling the end of the day’s events, you find yourself back on the bus with the team, heading to your hotel.
Arvid is sitting beside you, exhaustion evident on his face. You can’t help but smile as you watch him struggle to stay awake.
“Go ahead and rest,” you whisper, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “I’ll wake you when we get there.”
He gives you a sleepy nod, his eyes already closing as he leans his head on your shoulder. You can feel the weight of his trust and affection, and it makes your heart swell with emotion.
As the bus starts moving, you absentmindedly play with Arvid’s hair, twirling strands around your fingers. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady and calm. You can feel the tension of the day melting away from both of you.
“Look at them,” one of the drivers whispers, not quite as quietly as he thinks. “So cute it’s disgusting.”
Another laughs softly. “Arvid’s totally whipped.”
You laugh softly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection. Just as you’re about to respond, Arvid stirs beside you, lifting his head and blinking sleepily.
“Baby, why aren’t you paying attention to me?” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
The other drivers burst into laughter, and you can’t help but join them. You turn to Arvid, a playful smile on your lips.
“I am paying attention to you,” you say, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “I’m always paying attention to you.”
He grins, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Good,” he murmurs, resting his head against yours. “Because you’re the only thing that matters to me.”
The rest of the ride passes in a comfortable silence, the gentle hum of the bus and the quiet conversations around you lulling you into a peaceful state.
You’re aware of the eyes on you, the whispers and the speculation, but none of it matters. All that matters is the boy resting against you, the warmth of his body, and the feeling of his hand in yours.
This weekend is a first for many things—for being at the track, for meeting Arvid’s friends, for stepping into his world. But it’s also a reminder of what you already knew: that no matter where you are or who’s watching, as long as you’re together, you’re home.
So no one at prema knows he has a gf and at prema but he's forgotten something so his gf has to come drop it and at first everyone thinks it's his sister or smth and one of then asks for her no. And she starts laughing and is like "Wow you really asked for my no. In front of my bf"
can’t blame a guy for trying
arvid lindblad x secret gf!reader
Author's note: I hope you like it. I did change the request up a bit (just a bit) but the essence is there i swear. Thanks for the request!!
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“So I might have forgotten my iPad at home. And my parents have already left. I know you were planning on coming to the circuit later, but could you please come as soon as possible, I think I’ll actually get murdered by Rene, the way he’s glaring into my head,” Arvid’s voice crackled through the early morning haze, breaking into your peaceful sleep.
You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but you hated the idea of having to leave your warm bed so early. Groaning dramatically, you rolled over and squinted at the clock – 7:30 AM. Way too early for a Saturday, especially when you had planned to sleep in. But Arvid’s urgent tone pricked at your conscience.
“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll come. But I’m taking my sweet time getting ready.”
Arvid chuckled softly. “Thank you, darling. You’re the best. And I owe you big time.”
“You owe me breakfast,” you bargained, already swinging your legs out of bed. “Something nice. And coffee.”
“Deal.”
Fifteen minutes later, you were dressed and groggily making your way to the track. Despite your sleepy protests, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement to see Arvid in his element again. F3 racing had become a big part of your life since you started dating him, and you admired his dedication and passion for the sport.
Arriving at the Prema team garage, you were greeted by curious glances from the mechanics and engineers. You were used to being around the racing scene, but today felt different – you were here on official business, not just as Arvid’s supportive (and secret) girlfriend. You spotted Arvid surrounded by his team, looking slightly frazzled but still managing to maintain his cool demeanor.
“Hey,” you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, handing over the iPad he had forgotten. “You owe me big time for this.”
Arvid grinned sheepishly, taking the iPad. “I know, I know. Breakfast, right?”
“Absolutely,” you affirmed, glancing around at the team members who were stealing curious glances at you. “And maybe something extra for rescuing you from a tech disaster.”
As you spoke, a voice piped up from nearby, “Hey Arvid, who’s the new team member?”
You turned to see Alex Powell, another young driver on the team, looking at you with a friendly smile. You chuckled inwardly, knowing exactly where this was going.
Arvid glanced at Alex, his expression slightly wary but amused.
Alex continued, “Seriously, man, is she your sister or something? She looks too relaxed to be a girlfriend.”
You raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Nope, not his sister.”
Alex grinned wider, looking genuinely intrigued now. “Ah, then who might you be?”
Before Arvid could reply, you decided to play along, enjoying the teasing moment. “I’m his secret agent. Can’t reveal more than that.”
This earned a few laughs from the team, and you could see Arvid trying not to burst out laughing himself. His teammates were starting to catch on, realizing the situation was a bit more humorous than they had initially thought.
Alex persisted, undeterred. “Come on, Arvid, give me her number. Maybe she’ll let me in on the secret.”
You chuckled again, shaking your head. “Wow, you really asked for my number from my boyfriend?”
Arvid couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter, earning curious glances from everyone around. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Sorry, Alex, she’s taken.”
Alex grinned, accepting the playful rejection gracefully. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
The mechanics and engineers, who had been discreetly observing the exchange, now seemed to relax, amused by the banter. Arvid squeezed your shoulder affectionately, his earlier stress from forgetting the iPad now replaced with gratitude and amusement.
“Alright, alright,” he said to the team, still grinning widely. “Let’s get back to work. Thanks for the save, love.”
You nodded, smiling back at him. “Anytime. Now, about that breakfast…”
“Right, right,” Arvid chuckled, leading you out of the garage towards the team’s makeshift dining area.
So he wears a chain or smth (brown boy core) and he never takes it off except when he's racing ofc so he puts It on the reader for "safe-keeping" and he has to live move her hair around her shoulders to clasp it
safe keeping and matching chains
arvid lindblad x fem!reader
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As the sun rose over the racing circuit, you stood nervously in the garage, watching Arvid prepare for his race. He was focused, the familiar chain around his neck glinting in the fading light. He caught your eye amidst the flurry of mechanics and fellow drivers, his expression softening as he approached you.
"I need you to keep this safe for me," Arvid said, his voice low yet determined, as he unclasped the chain and held it out to you. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the familiar chain in his palm.
You reached out tentatively, fingers brushing against his, but he pulled back gently.
Instead, he lifted a strand of your hair, tucking the chain around your neck with practiced ease. His touch was gentle, a fleeting kiss landing softly on your cheek before he stepped back, his eyes lingering on you.
"You look perfect," he murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Your cheeks flushed red, caught off guard by his tenderness amidst the rush of the race day. As he walked away to his waiting car, you could only watch him go, the weight of his chain a comforting reminder of his trust in you.
The race was intense, and you were clutching your hands until Arvid crossed the finish line. When Arvid finally got back to the garage, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, you approached him with a proud smile.
"You were incredible out there," you said, handing him a bottle of water as he caught his breath.
Arvid grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Thanks. It was a tough one, but the car held up well."
"You made it look easy," you teased, a playful gleam in your eyes.
Arvid's gaze softened as he looked at you, noticing the chain around your neck catching the light. "You know," he said, his voice low, "I should get you a matching chain. You look so good in it."
You chuckled softly at his suggestion. "A matching chain, huh? I think I'd like that," you replied, feeling a surge of affection for the guy standing before you, his eyes still sparkling with the remnants of the race.
Arvid grinned, his fingers brushing lightly against the chain on your neck. "It's a deal then. Next time, I'll make sure you have one of your own," he promised, his voice earnest.
As you continued discussing the race, the chain was forgotten, still on you, and Arvid was going to point it out, but he was much more interested in how you were cursing one of the drivers who had tried to crash into him.
"Oh! I forgot about this!” You said, to no one in particular, touching the chain around your neck, while sitting on one of the couches in the hospitality, waiting for Arvid to change out of his racing suit.
He came out of the drivers’ room soon enough, and as you two left the hospitality, you took off the chain, giving it back to him. “Thank you for trusting me with this," you whispered, "It means a lot."
Arvid leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "No, thank you," he murmured, his voice soft with sincerity. "For always being there. For believing in me.” And then added, as an afterthought, “And for keeping the chain safe."
how abt a pepe college fanfic >< like u developing romantic feelings for e/o while doing a project by pair together hehe love ur works!!!
did i fall in love (with my partner)??
college!pepe marti x project partner!reader
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You had heard a lot about Pepe before you met him. Whispers of his kindness and undeniable charm circulated through the campus, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality. The first time you saw him, standing by the entrance of the library, his thick, dark hair catching the light just so, you understood immediately why everyone seemed so in love with him.
The professor’s voice echoes in your mind as you walk towards him, repeating the instructions for your paired project. It’s a critical part of your grade, and your stomach is a jumble of nerves. As you approach, Pepe looks up and smiles, a genuine, warm expression that seems to light up his entire face.
“Hey, you must be my partner,” he says, extending his hand. His grip is firm but gentle, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. “I’m Pepe.”
“Yeah, I’m… uh, I’m really looking forward to working with you,” you manage to say, hoping you don’t sound as flustered as you feel.
As you and Pepe sat across from each other in the library, laptops open and textbooks scattered, the air was charged with a mix of tension and focus. You'd been paired together for this semester-long project in your college literature class, and while you initially thought it would be a breeze, you hadn't anticipated how distracting Pepe's smile could be.
"So, what's the plan for tackling this?" you asked, trying to keep your tone professional, despite the warmth that spread through you whenever Pepe looked your way.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he explained his ideas. Pepe was more than just good-looking; he was genuinely passionate about the subject matter, and his enthusiasm was infectious. You found yourself drawn to his insights and the thoughtful way he articulated his points.
As the weeks went by, you spent more time together, discussing literature, debating interpretations, and slowly unraveling layers of each other's personalities. Pepe was surprisingly witty, matching your sass with a playful banter that kept you on your toes. It was refreshing to find someone who could challenge you intellectually while also making you laugh.
One evening, while proofreading each other's sections of the project, you glanced up to find Pepe watching you intently. "What?" you asked, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.
He smiled softly, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just realizing how well we work together."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get all sentimental on me now."
Pepe chuckled, his gaze lingering a moment longer before returning to his laptop. "Seriously though, thanks for being an awesome partner."
The words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of something unfamiliar in your chest. Maybe it was the late nights spent arguing over thesis statements or the way he always seemed to know when you needed a coffee break, but you were starting to realize that your feelings for Pepe were more than just admiration for his intellect and charm.
As the semester progressed, so did your feelings for Pepe. What started as admiration for his intellect and charm blossomed into something deeper. You found yourself eagerly anticipating your study sessions together, relishing every moment of shared laughter and intellectual debate.
One rainy afternoon, you found yourselves holed up in the campus café, seeking refuge from the downpour outside. Pepe was animatedly explaining a complex literary theory, his eyes alight with passion. You listened intently, captivated not just by his words but by the earnestness with which he spoke.
"You know," he said suddenly, looking at you with a hint of uncertainty in his gaze, "I've really enjoyed working on this project with you. It's been... surprisingly fun."
You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "Yeah, who knew analyzing obscure texts could be this entertaining?"
Pepe chuckled, his smile lighting up his face. "It's not just the texts. It's... well, it's you. You make it fun."
Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the noise of the café seemed to fade into the background. There was something in Pepe's tone, something that hinted at wanting something more than what you two had currently. Could it be that he felt the same way?
Before you could muster a response, a notification chimed on your phone, ruining the moment. It was a reminder about an upcoming event on campus—an open mic night. You glanced at Pepe, an idea forming in your mind.
"Hey, there's an open mic night happening this Friday," you said casually, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden surge of nerves. "Would you... maybe want to go together?"
Pepe's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features before a slow smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I'd like that," he replied softly. "I'd really like that."
And just like that, amidst the clatter of coffee cups and the hum of voices around you, something shifted. The project that brought you together had become the catalyst for your potential romantic relationship.
As the weeks passed, your bond with Pepe grew stronger. You discovered shared interests beyond academia, from music tastes to favorite hiking spots. Each moment spent together felt effortless, as if you had known each other far longer than just a semester.
On the night of the open mic event, you found yourselves seated in the front row, fingers intertwined as you watched students take the stage one by one. When it was your turn to perform—a poem you had written during one of your late-night study breaks—Pepe's loud cheers from the audience kept a wide smile on your face.
Afterward, as you walked back to campus under a sky speckled with stars, Pepe stopped suddenly, turning to face you.
"I'm really glad we met," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that made your heart swell.
"Me too," you replied softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from his face.
And as you stood there, under the gentle glow of campus streetlights, you knew that with Pepe by your side, the chapters of your own story were just beginning. And you couldn’t wait to read them.
Author's note: ty sm for the request!! i was actually thinking about college pepe and he just seems like the guy who would study literature (as one of his minor subjects) and talk about it all the time , because i read @httpiastri's college!pepe au's and so pepe's forever going to be a STEM guy in my head.
Arvid request with him saying “I could just stare at you forever” and reader responding “Creep”. Do with that what u will. I trust u 10000%
loving eyes and tired smiles
arvid lindblad x gf!reader
masterlist
It’s your first time at the track with Arvid, and the sheer energy of the place leaves you both exhilarated and drained.
The day has been a whirlwind of excitement, watching him maneuver his F3 car with a precision that leaves you in awe. He’s brilliant, and you’re proud—so proud.
As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the track, Arvid wraps up his post-race debriefing.
You wait for him near the pit, your feet aching from standing all day but your heart full of joy.
When he finally appears, helmet in hand and a triumphant smile on his face, you can’t help but run into his arms.
“You did amazing out there!” you exclaim, voice bubbling with pride.
“Thanks,” he replies, a chuckle in his voice as he hugs you tightly. “I’m glad you were here to see it.”
The drive back to the hotel is quieter. The adrenaline is wearing off, replaced by a soothing tiredness.
Arvid’s hand rests on your knee, a silent gesture of affection as you navigate through the evening traffic.
The sky outside shifts from orange to a deep blue, stars beginning to sprinkle the canvas of the night.
Once you’re back in the hotel room, Arvid suggests watching a movie to unwind.
You both agree on the idea, but the moment you sink into the plush sofa, the weight of the day catches up with you.
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you feel the tension melting away. Arvid wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it’s all so comforting.
You close your eyes for just a moment, intending to rest them, but before you know it, sleep begins to take over. Arvid notices almost immediately. He shifts slightly, trying not to wake you, but you’re not fully asleep yet.
“I could just stare at you forever,” he whispers, his voice tender.
A sleepy smile tugs at your lips. “Creep,” you murmur back, eyes still closed.
He laughs softly. “Since you’re up, we can watch Cars!”
You groan, opening one eye to look at him. “That’s like the fifth time this month! No.”
“I won the race,” he counters, his tone teasingly insistent.
You sigh, knowing he’s not going to let it go. “Fine. But only because you won.”
Arvid quickly sets up the movie, and as the familiar opening scenes begin to play, you find yourself sinking back into the comfort of his embrace.
The lines and scenes are all too familiar, and soon, you’re reciting the dialogue along with the characters, much to Arvid’s amusement.
Despite your initial resistance, you can’t help but get drawn into the story, your voice mingling with the movie’s soundtrack. But the exhaustion of the day is relentless, and before long, your words start to slur, your eyelids growing heavier.
Arvid notices when your head lolls against his shoulder, your breathing becoming deep and even.
He turns his head slightly, watching the peaceful expression on your face. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips as he realizes how entranced he is by your presence.
For a moment, he just sits there, holding you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face. The movie continues to play, but his focus is entirely on you.
It hits him then—he really is staring at you like a creep. But he can’t help it. You’re everything to him.
He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch light enough not to wake you. Leaning back, he keeps you close, content to let you sleep in his arms.
The noise of the movie fades into the background, replaced by the steady beat of your heart against his chest.
Arvid whispers softly, even though he knows you can’t hear him. “I love you.”
And as you drift deeper into sleep, wrapped in the safety and warmth of his embrace, a serene smile graces your lips, as if you know, even in your dreams, that you’re loved beyond measure.
