Peaches

Rose are red, violets are blue. I don't know what else to say, Scooby-Doo.

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Heeeyyyy🙋🏼‍♀️Could you maybe write something for Ralf Aron?

Like y/n and he are together and y/n surprises him at a race after a long time in which they didn’t see each other?

New Team Principal (Ralf Aron X Parent! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Clearly (hehe i love this)

Warnings: Not a warning but gender not specified (referred to as Baby Ash) or how the child was born. Could be natural or adopted.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1285

Summary: A surprise visit from the new team principal? Who's that?

As always, my requests are OPEN

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You both knew taking care of a newborn was going to be time-consuming and eventually, Ralf would need to go back to work. Thankfully, Baby Ash came home during a break in the calendar, so you had Ralf’s full attention and support for the first three weeks. Looking back, it was great having your husband there every day because it made caring for your new child easy, and you were able to get a schedule set up before he would inevitably go back to work.

Alas, it did have to happen. You were prepared for it, but that did not make it any easier when you had to drop Ralf off at the airport. He did still have a team to run for the race weekend. Then for the next weekend, and the next. Then it was in-season testing and another race weekend. It was just nonstop. 

Facetime only did so much for keeping in contact. Especially with timezone changes, it was hard to find times when you, Ralf, and Baby Ash were awake at the same time. That’s when you decided you would plan to surprise him for one of the races. 

There were a couple of races coming up that you could, theoretically, do. You also got approval from your doctor to have your baby fly, so all was set. You wanted to surprise everyone, so you told no one. Not even Paul, who said he would help you if you wanted to fly out.

Surprisingly, the flight was not bad. It was only about 3 hours, and Baby Ash slept the entire time. It could not have been any easier. You got in and out of the airport in no time, and you got a taxi to the hotel you knew Ralf was staying at. That’s when you called Paul.

“Hey, what’s up?” Paul said immediately after he answered the phone. He was lying on his bed in the hotel room he was sharing with Ralf while Ralf had to get to the track early for a meeting.

“By chance would you have Ralf’s room key?” You asked as you moved to the side of the lobby.

“I am in Ralf’s room, why? By chance would you be trying to surprise Ralf this weekend?” He asked, already getting up and running toward the elevator and going down to the lobby. As soon as he saw you, he ran up to you, hugged you, and immediately took Baby Ash from your arms, “No way! Ralf’s gonna freak out when he sees you!”

“That’s the plan,” You joked as you followed him up to the room so you could drop off your luggage, feed and change the baby, and freshen up before heading out to the track. It was fairly easy to get through security. Paul took you through the back where you knew a couple of the guards, so they let you through without much resistance other than looking through your baby bag for safety reasons. 

You two immediately booked it to the Prema garage where Ralf was still in the meeting, so you thought of a funny way to surprise him. What better way to surprise Ralf than to set Baby Ash up with some headphones on the pit wall?

Baby Ash had started sitting up all my themself recently, but you still wanted to have something or someone around them just in case something happened. You notice JM Correa sitting in the garage listening, so you enlist his help.

“Juan, I’ve got a proposition!” You asked as you walked up to him. He took his headphones off when he saw you approach him, and stretched his arms out, asking to take Baby Ash. “If I put headphones on Baby Ash and set them up at the pit wall, will you make sure they don't fall and pretend they’re your new boss? We’re trying to surprise Ralf.”

“I’m so down!” JM responded enthusiastically, causing Baby Ash to giggle as they wiggled in his hold. “I’ll set them up while you hide. I heard the meeting just ended, so he should be here any minute.”

“I’ll just hang back in the garage,” You chuckled as you reached out to briefly grasp Baby Ash’s little hand. “I want to see his reaction.”

“Better record it,” JM laughed as he walked over to the pit wall to set Baby Ash on one of the chairs, facing the endless screens. He also put a pair of headphones on their head, sizing it as close to their head size as possible, before taking a quick selfie of them together. He also loaded up one of the screens to the Dancing Fruits video, so she would have something to focus on.

All the while, Paul was waiting outside the meeting room for Ralf. He had been texting you back and forth and knew the plan. He was going to lead Ralf to the pit wall to find Baby Ash before you would pop out. He was just putting his phone back in his pocket when Ralf walked out in a rush.

“Hey, Ralf!” Paul said as he ran to catch up with him, “When were you planning to tell me there’s a new team principal?”

“There isn’t one?” Ralf answered with another question as he slowed down to walk in step with Paul. “What do you mean?”

“I heard there’s a new Prema team principal,” Paul explained, remembering the script you had given him, “I think they’re on the pit wall with JM now.”

“I’ll just call Rene,” Ralf replied with a frown as he started to pull out his phone. “He’ll know what’s going on.”

“Rene is busy with the F3 race going on,” Paul thought of quickly as he pushed Ralf’s phone back down. “The race just stared and you know Rene doesn’t look at his phone during a race. Why don’t we just go see who it is on our own? How bad can it be?”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ralf mumbled as he sped-walked towards his, well not his anymore apparently, garage. He saw JM standing beside someone in the chair, but he couldn’t clearly see who it was. Ralf took a deep breath so as to not sound too bitter before he walked over. “Is this the new team principal?”

“Yup,” JM said enthusiastically as he stepped aside, so Ralf could see who was sitting there. That’s when he knew this was a joke and his eyes fell upon his Baby Ash, wearing his headphones. All three of them broke out in laughter as Baby Ash played with the chord attached to the headphones before giggling along with everyone. That’s when Baby Ash looked up and saw their father and reached their arms out for Ralf to hold them. Ralf promptly picked them up and bounced them in his arms. 

“Is Baby Ash reporting for duty?” He teased the baby as he tickled their belly. “Where’s Y/n? I know Baby Ash didn’t get here on their own?”

“I was off recording,” You chuckled as you walked up behind Ralf, wrapping your arms around his waist as you stood on his other side to gaze at him and your child. Baby Ash was enjoying all of the attention as you booped their nose. “We thought we could surprise you.”

“Well, I’m surprised,” He chuckled as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for traveling for me. You have no idea how much I missed you two.”

“If it’s even half as much as I missed you,” You teased as you leaned up to kiss his lips before leaving a small gap between you, “I have an idea.”

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kimi x toto wolffs daughter like fluff of their families and how they reacted and how they treat kimi

+ can you do a kimi antonelli oneshot where the reader is Toto and Susie's daughter and its when Kimi came to watch Jack's race (if you know what I mean) and him and reader are already together but it's just all adorable.

thank you!!

I've Never Lost (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Wolff! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I combined these two, hope yall don't mind)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1191

Summary: What started as a family outing has turned into a bet, and Kimi doesn't lose.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Ever since you were teenagers, it was a tradition to go out karting with your family. It was standard procedure to go karting during the off-season or non-race weekends. Granted, you were never a driver, but once you started dating Kimi, he said he would drive you around the tracks. Before you and Kimi started dating, you would just watch Jack and your parents race, but now, you were finally able to join in the fun.

It was the middle of summer break, and Kimi was leading the F2 championship and ready to sign a contract with Mercedes for 2026. It was time for your regularly scheduled karting competition. 

This was the first time Kimi was going to be joining. You had told him before that you wanted to race with your family, so he made sure he would be able to go out with you and get to know your family as your family and not his boss. 

“I’m gonna win,” Jack boasted as he led the way into the karting track. Your mom and dad laughed, following hand-in-hand behind him. You and Kimi were just behind Jack, chasing him toward the entrance of the track. “I’m gonna bet you and Kimi and Papa and Mama because I’m the best.”

“I bet you are, Jacky,” You laughed as you caught up behind him and threw him over your shoulder. Kimi fell back a little as he chuckled at your antics with your brother. He knew this was what you two were like, but it was always funny seeing it in person. It only happened a few times around the paddock since you two were more conscious of your images in front of so many cameras, but in the track in the middle of nowhere, you two were free to be as rambunctious as you wanted.

Jack and your parents never complained. You didn’t have the most normal childhood with growing up surrounded by fast cars that could kill you. You had nothing holding you back out here, and Jack loved to mess around with his older sibling.

“You better not go easy,” Toto chucked as he and Susie walked passed Kimi who had stopped and watched you spin Jack around upside down from your shoulders. How he got in that position, nobody knows. Kimi’s attention snapped over to Toto at that moment in confusion at first before he continued his advice. “They’ll both be mad if they find out you went easy. They’re both extremely competitive. And this is Y/n’s first time in a kart after some time, so you should make it memorable.”

“You won’t be mad if we win?” Kimi countered with a smirk. He had grown up around Toto and Susie enough to view them as second parents, but he also had to remember they were his bosses. However, right now is a family outing, not a work event. It was everyone for themselves.

“You say that like your double seater is going to beat three single seaters,” Susie laughed when she came back into the conversation with passes for everyone to get on the track. “But go ahead and think you still stand a chance.”

“Oh bring it on,” Kimi challenged as he held his hand out for her to shake, “Why don’t we place a bet? Loser buys dessert?”

“Just you and me or if any of us beat you two?” Susie teased before agreeing.

“I’ll take my chances with all three of you,” Kimi replied with a smirk since he couldn’t keep a straight face. He gestured down to his outstretched hand again, “So, do we have a deal?”

“Consider it made,” Susie responded as she shook his hand before handing him the two passes for you and him to get the kart. Kimi turned around to see you and Jack still messing about, so he went over to tell you what was going on.

“Jack, come over here,” Toto called, causing you to almost drop him, but you gently set him down on his back on the asphalt. Jack jumped up and ran over to Toto, thinking something was wrong. “We need to strategize.” Toto and Susie then took Jack down to the track and started planning for how they were going to win.

“Did we do something wrong?” You asked as you walked in step with Kimi and took your pass to show the marshals.

“No, but I made a bet with your parents, so they need to strategize,” Kimi explained as he threw an arm around your shoulder while you sat trackside until the session before you were finished. 

“You? Made a bet? With my parents? Your bosses? Willingly? Who are you?” You joked as you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, checking for a temperature. “You don’t have a temperature. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” He chuckled, pushing your hand away from his forehead and instead held it against his cheek. “You always say to let loose around them more. I’m just taking your advice.”

“You’re learning, I’m impressed,” You teased, moving your finger to tap his nose. “Next, you’ll be rough-housing with Jack and me.”

“I think I’ll stick with things that don’t hurt me,” Kimi scoffed with a smile as he pulled you closer into his chest while you watched the karts go around.

“Oh, and bets don’t hurt your pockets? I see how it is, rich man,” You joked as you leaned your entire body weight into him. “Do I at least get to know what the bet is before the race?”

“Loser buys dessert after,” Kimi chuckled.

“We’re in a double seater, dummy!” You exclaimed in shock. “They’re gonna be so much quicker than us! You made a bet you know you’d lose!”

“One, you underestimate my driving ability. Two, you think that wasn’t the point? Think how much harder Jack will try to win knowing there’s something at stake,” Kimi explained, and your jaw dropped. This reverse psychology was going to win your brother over in a heartbeat. “Plus, I know Jack and your parents are insanely competitive. I know you. They’re gonna do anything and everything to win, and it’ll be a real race.”

“You are crazy, but I love it,” You whispered as you left a kiss on his cheek before standing up and moving to the karts. You two put on your helmets and everyone took their places in their karts. Jack looked back at you and Kimi and signaled that he was going to catch you. Right as you sat down, you looked up at Kimi, who was still adjusting his helmet. “We’re not going easy on them though, right?”

“No never,” Kimi answered quickly as he took his seat in the driver’s seat. He fiddled with the seat and wheel for a second before the look in his eyes told you exactly what he was thinking. “This is technically a championship, and I’ve never lost. Buckle up because you’re not breaking my streak.”

You tightened your belts and braced yourself. This was the best (and only) way to get back onto the track.

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Take Me Home (Paul Aron X Equestrian! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Yee by @ionlywantedtoreadfanfiction

Warnings: Injuries (concussion and fractured clavicle) and pain meds

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 2165

Summary: Paul's support is unwavering.

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Preparations for the Olympics started nearly a year ago at this point. It has been something you were preparing for your entire life when you started riding at 8 years old. You had grown up around horses, so when you expressed interest in show jumping, your parents started teaching you the reins, pun intended, once you were old enough.

You had just sent a text to Paul since he was getting ready to get in the car for free practice, saying that you wished him luck and you would text him after the session. 

Unfortunately, you were not able to watch the session live because you had to tend to your horses, but you would watch the highlights after but before qualifying. It was always the same whenever the race was in Europe because the time zones weren’t that far off, and you had a schedule to stick to. It just so happened to clash with Paul’s. 

Your normal routine was simple. You started off with petting all of your horses. Tofu was your baby American Quarter Horse, and she was still training. Hollister was your Holsteiner, and he was your current show horse. Lastly, you had Abercrombie, a Dutch Warmblood. She was your old lady. She was your first horse that you raised and trained by yourself, and now that she’s retired, you have been treating her to the high life

You fed them and let them wander around their stables while you cleaned up their muck. Afterward, you chilled out for a minute and got some food for yourself before heading back out to start prepping the horses for riding.

You went into your tack room to grab Hollister’s head collar and put it on him to start getting him ready for riding. You would normally ride Hollister for a bite before switching to train Tofu while Abercrombie roamed in a different pen.

Hollister was used to the routine at this point. You brushed out his tail and mane just so the knots were out. You used a rubber curry comb to get any loose dust and hair up. When you finished grooming him, you tacked him up. 

You picked a saddle pad that coordinated with your riding attire before putting on the saddle and securing it. You did some brief stretching with Hollister before going out, stretching out his legs and getting yourself ready to go out. 

Then, you walked down to the arena. You worked with some poles and tested his straightener and balance. Hollister still struggled a bit with sharp turns, so that was another thing you warmed up with. He was doing a great job, so that’s when you decided to give him a break. You took him back to the stable and let him roam the field with Abercrombie while you saddled up Tofu.

Tofu was in the process of learning jumping, so that’s what you focused on today. You warmed up Tofu the same way you did with Hollister before moving on to some light jumping. The poles were about a half meter up. It was where you started training Hollister and Abercrombie at. Plus, most of the levels you competed in started at a meter. This was the most efficient way without being too difficult for Tofu. 

She was doing a great job too at first. You don’t know how it went downhill so quickly. You don’t know if she suddenly got scared of the poles or if something spooked her. All you know is one moment you had full control of Tofu and the next, nothing. Tofu was uncontrollable, and for once, you did not know what to do. In a brief moment of shock, Tofu kicked you off and went barrelling toward the exit of the arena. Thankfully, you had closed and locked the gate, so Tofu couldn’t get out. However, as soon as you hit the ground, you knew something was wrong. 

Your head and shoulder immediately started throbbing, and if you could think straight, you would have recognized at least one of these feelings. The ringing in your head was something you were used to at this point. It was a common occurrence to get concussions when you lost control of your horse or fell off. 

You grabbed at your shoulder immediately as you swayed, trying to stand up. When you fell down again, you decided it was best to just pull out your phone and call one of your coaches. However, as soon as you heard the shrill phone ring, you hung it up and decided a text would hurt less. 

“Need help in the arena, lost control of Tofu,” was all the message read. It was simple and straight to the point. It also didn’t take long for your coach to come to your rescue and take you to the nearest A&E. 

Needless to say, you were not surprised when the doctor came back and said you had a concussion and fractured clavicle. You were waiting for the doctor to come back with the brace for your shoulder when your phone started blaring Paul’s ringtone. Part of you wanted to answer it just to shut it up, but the more rational part of you knew that talking on the phone would not be any better. 

Your coach thankfully noticed your dilemma and silenced the call before opening your texts with Paul. They explained the situation to him before putting your phone back down.

“Did I miss quali?” You whispered as you tilted your head toward your coach without opening your eyes. “I never miss quali, but I think I did.”

“You technically didn’t,” They whispered back as they looked at their watch. “It started 10 minutes ago, but you’re not watching it you hear me.”

“Can you play it on a low volume? I just wanna hear how he’s doing.”

“If he called you, I assume not good.”

“You don’t know that,” You snapped, opening your eyes to briefly glare before closing them tightly once again. “Maybe there was a delay. Can you please just put it on? I just want to listen.”

“Fine, but stop talking,” They chuckled lightly as they opened your phone and the F1TV app before going onto the F2 session. “I’m keeping the volume down, but it’s delayed.”

You assumed it was rain as you listened to the commentary, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. That is until the session actually started going. The doctor came in and fitted you for the brace right as Paul went into provisional pole before the rain started picking up again. 

There was no time for anyone to beat Paul’s time, so he was on pole for the race. This was the first race you felt upset about not being there for him. This was his first pole in F2, and you weren’t there to support him. You had to do so from a distance. 

After you were fitted and got the brace situated, your doctor sent you on your way after prescribing some light pain meds. Your coach picked up the meds before dropping you back off at your house. 

“You stay in here, I’ll tend to the horses,” They said as they left you to your devices. You immediately pulled out your phone to call Paul since the meds were finally kicking in and your head was not pounding as much anymore. Paul answered almost immediately.

“Do I need to drop this weekend? Do you need me home?” He rushed out. It sounded like he was still in the garage, but he was moving somewhere quieter. “I can get on a flight home, just say the word.”

“Stop talking so much,” You giggled lightly before shushing him. “You’re loud.”

“I’m sorry,” He whispered into the phone. You couldn’t see him, but he cupped his phone so the only sound coming in was his voice. “Is this better?”

“Much,” You whispered back as you got more comfortable on the couch. “And no, I don’t want you to come home. I want you to sweep the weekend for me. I’ll be watching from here.”

“No, you better be healing,” Paul dragged out. “I need you to focus on yourself for once, and not make your concussion worse.”

“When did I tell you I had a concussion?” You asked more to yourself, but you genuinely could not remember telling him anything about your injuries. Did you say something?

“I talked to your coach before the qualifying session, and they told me about the concussion and fractured clavicle,” He responded as he sat down in the driver’s room. “How are you feeling right now? Could we Facetime?”

“The light burns my eyes, so I wouldn’t be looking at you,” You attempted to joke, but it fell flat as Paul still tried to switch the call to a Facetime. “You’re gonna be looking at my ceiling. The light burns.”

“I can deal with that,” He smirked as you answered the phone, and contrary to what he thought, he was met with your face instead of the ceiling. Paul immediately ran to hid in a dark supply closet, so there would be less lights around you. You noticed the change in lighting from behind your eyes, so you peeked open one eye and saw Paul’s smiling face. “What’s cooking, good-looking?”

“Shut up,” You wheezed but it dissolved into a groan as you felt the pain in your shoulder and head flare up. It was a running joke you and Paul had, but right now, it wasn’t as funny as it normally was. “You’re cute, but stop.”

“I’ll never stop complimenting you,” He flirted, causing you to laugh lightly. “I can order you dinner and have it delivered if you want. I want to make sure you’re okay if I’m not coming home to take care of you.”

“I think I can take care of myself for two days, but food would be great,” You chuckled as you tried to keep at least one eye on Paul. “I miss you.”

“Do go saying that, or I’ll come home,” Paul teased. “I miss you too, and the one time I get pole, you get injured.” That seemed to set off a lightbulb in his head as he gasped. “Wait, are you not gonna be able to compete in the Olympics now?”

“One step at a time, Paulito,” You sighed. Truly, you hadn’t thought of it, but you knew it was coming up soon. You were confident the concussion would be healed by then, but if you had to ride with a fractured clavicle, so be it. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’m confident in Hollister-”

“But what about you?” Paul cut you off. You knew what he meant. He was asking if you were confident you would heal in time.

“I don’t know yet. Ask me in a couple of days,” You sighed as you felt your head getting heavier. “I’m gonna go to sleep, but I’ll call you before the race. I love you, Paul.”

“I love you too,” He sighed sadly. He knew that was weighing on your mind about the possibility of not being able to compete, and he felt bad about reminding you of it. 

The next couple of days, you slept through almost the entire day. Your head hurt too much to leave your room, and any light or sound caused your head to throb again. Your coach was amazing and offered to take care of your horses for you and continue to train them for the Olympics. Your dream wasn’t dead yet. You tried texting Paul, but the blue light burned your eyes. You found out he placed second in the sprint, but you never found out how he did in the feature.

You were blindly walking to the kitchen in search of any food as you couldn’t remember the last time you ate when you heard the door open and close. Part of you wanted to shout at them, but the other half knew what a horrible idea that would be. You just kept your eyes closed and continued to rummage through the fridge. 

“Need some help there?” Paul teased as he set his stuff down and walked up behind you. “What are you feeling?”

“I want you to take me home,” You whined as you leaned back into his chest, causing him to wrap an arm tightly around your waist. 

“You are home, silly,” Paul chuckled lightly as he kissed your cheek and grabbed one of your comfort foods from the fridge. 

“No,” You dragged out as you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his torso. “I just wanna stay in your arms. This is home.”

“You can stay in my arms as long as you want,” Paul consoled as he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. Just you and me until you’re ready for the Olympics.”

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Part 2 ->

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Take Me Home Pt. 2 (Paul Aron X Equestrian! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Yee by @ionlywantedtoreadfanfiction

Warnings: Mentioned meds, kinda spicy at the end

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1520

Summary: Paul's support is unwavering.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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<- Part 1

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Coming back from your injury and getting as far as you are now is astonishing. So many people doubted your ability of coming back in such a short amount of time really fed your ambition to show up the competition. You did not dedicate your entire life to horseback riding for it to go down because of a broken clavicle and concussion. 

Thankfully, your concussion was healed at this point. Your clavicle was almost entirely healed. There was just a hairline fracture left, so you were cleared as long as you did not overdo it. So far, you have been doing a good job of that. 

You were currently second after the dressing and cross-country events, and you were preparing for the show jumping portion. You and Hollister had placed well in the dressage and cross-country sections, so you needed to pull a strong performance for the show jumping portion.

You were standing in the stable with Hollister in between showings. You had already qualified for the individual jumping event and finished the team jumping final. Your team placed second, so it will all be up to your individual performance. 

There was a gap between the end of the team jumping final and the start of the individual final, so you had a little time to just calm down with Hollister in peace.  You stretched out your shoulder a bit as it started bothering you a little during the team jumping final. You would probably take a pain med before going out again, but right now, that’s not something you need. You could push through this pain. It wasn’t to the extent of needing meds yet.

You sat down for a minute, drinking some water, so you stayed hydrated. You rolled your shoulders a bit as you tried to get back into the headspace when someone started talking to Hollister.

“What’s up, Holli? You doing good?” They said and you immediately stood up when you recognized Paul’s voice. “And you! You’re doing amazing so far! How’s the shoulder?”

“Could be worse,” YOu chuckled as you leaned over the stable door to kiss him. “It’s only a little uncomfortable right now, so I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” He smiled as he left an extra kiss on your forehead. “ Just don’t push yourself too hard. I still need you in one piece later.”

“Oh?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Not like that,” He immediately dismissed, swatting at your hand before turning it onto you, raising his own eyebrow, “unless you want to. You have to earn it though.”

“You say that like we’re not set on winning it all,” You chuckled lightly as you continued the teasing tone, “but okay! I’ll earn it, I guess.”

“Okay, mind out of the gutter now,” Paul turned serious as he held your face in his hands. “Go out there and show the haters why you’re still here. Show them that you and Hollister are the best duo out there. You hear me?”

“I hear you, Paulito,” You smiled as you heard a sound signaling that the warm-up would be starting soon.  “I’ll see you after the showing.”

“I’ll see you on the podium.” One last good luck kiss and he was off. You knew it was now or never. It was time to shine. You mounted Hollister for the last time in the competition, and you took off to the arena.

To say the competition was fierce would be an understatement. Paul was on the edge of his seat the entire time, but he never lost faith in your ability to come out on top. It was down to the wire, but ultimately, he was ready to run down to you when the scores revealed that you won the whole show. You won the gold!

Everything around you was silent. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you watched your closest competitor’s horse nock down the last obstacle of the set course. You did not want to get your hopes too high, but you could have sworn that you needed at least two points to win. You looked up to the board and saw the four-point deduction, and at that moment, you could see gold as your name topped the leaderboard. You won the gold!

You and Hollister approached your coach, and as soon as they grabbed the reins, you dismounted. You jumped into your coach’s arms for a hug, half-minding the shoulder and reins they were still holding. When they put you back down, you were ushered toward the podium.

You were called to stand in the middle, on the top step. You could not wipe the smile off your face even if you tried. Nothing felt quite like this feeling. You could now understand what it felt for Paul to stand on a podium. Sure, you had won competitions before, but it was never to this extent. Never with this many people watching. You could understand Paul’s feelings whenever he podiumed, let alone won a race. Speaking of Paul, you could have sworn that you could hear him cheering for you.

Truthfully, he was cheering as loud as he could. How could he not? He was so unbelievably proud of you, and he was ready to storm down and hold you. He refrained though. He would wait until you got back to the stables and meet you there.

You took a couple of pictures with your competitors and your medals before you took off back to Hollister. This win was his just as much as it was yours. You, quite literally, could not have gotten this win without him. You offered to take Hollister back to the stables because that’s where he would have to stay until you could get him back home. Your coach went to coordinate those plans as well as the legalities of winning the Olympics. 

You made your way to the stables as everything calmed down. You kept getting stopped by other competitors and other random people around the stables, which you didn’t mind. You were still on cloud 9, so you did not oppose people stopping to congratulate you or pet Hollister. It was all part of the job, you thought. You finally made it to the stable, and you jumped off Hollister immediately upon seeing Paul leaning against the stable door, looking down at his phone. He heard an approaching horse, so his attention lifted as he put his phone in his back pocket and opened his arms for you. You dismounted from Hollister again and led him into the stable before turning and jumping into his arms, burying your face in his neck.

“We did it, baby,” You cried, finally feeling the joy of winning. You pulled back just enough to lean your forehead against his before using one of your hands to wipe the fallen tears off your cheeks. “We did it!”

“You did it,” He congratulated, placing kisses all around your face. “You and Hollister did it, and you were amazing!”

“Thank you, Paulito,” You chuckled as you became shy, leaning your head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“How’s your shoulder? Did it hurt too bad?” Paul asked as he leaned his head on top of yours, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he swayed back and forth. “Did it bother you at all?”

“To be honest, I did not even notice it,” You let out a breathy laugh once you thought about it more. “I am tired now though. All that work really takes it out of you.”

“We can head back to the hotel,” Paul offered, “I don’t think your flight home is until tomorrow.”

“Actually,” Your coach interrupted as they showed up in the stables, “Your flight out is in a couple of hours. You’re both good to head out now. I’ll take care of Hollister, and he’ll be back in your stables either tomorrow or the day after. Go have fun!”

You and Paul glanced at each other while your coach took Hollister to get fed and roam around as a cool-down from the competition. You moved around in Paul’s hold, causing him to loosen his hold and allow you to stand in front of him. His hands moved from your thighs to your waist while yours remained around his shoulders and in his hair. You made eye contact with him before leaning to peck his lips one more time as you gently pulled at his hair.

“Take me home?” You asked in a teasing manner, “I think I earned it.”

“You definitely earned it,” He whispered as he moved one of his hands from your waist to hold your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his eyes, “Just make sure you can hold off until we get home.”

“I have no problem with waiting,” You admitted playfully, moving one of your hands to his chest before looking Paul up and down. That’s when you noticed something, so you looked at him through your eyelashes and teased him with, “Can you?”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Hii I was the one who requested the kimi x figure skater reader and I loved it so much! Thanks for writing it. If it's okay I'd like to request another kimi fic, I have a few ideas but just pick smth if you want haha I'm not picky.

1. Set in the same universe as the first figure skater one, except this time it's reader trying to teach kimi to skate

2. Same as 1. Except its kimi and reader going karting (or just a general reader haha doesn't have to be figure skater)

3. Literally anything where kimi is comforting a reader with bad period cramps (in person, over the phone idc tbh haha)

Thanks so much in advance, I'd really love to read more of kimi since there's so little on him :) (specifically by you cos I love your writing style)

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Figure Skater! Reader)

Go for the Gold Universe

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I literally love you <3 this is 1 and 2, 3 will be out June 29 <3)

Warnings: Aged up Kimi

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1433

Summary: Kimi and the reader teach each other their strengths.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Being back on the ice was a little bit of a change. It felt like you were relearning to skate all over again. You weren’t attempting any turns or jumps yet. You were simply getting used to being back on the ice. Your physical therapist thought it would be a good idea to strengthen your legs again by putting a brace on you and sending you off. Kimi was there too just in case you fell or something happened. 

You were just lacing up your skates when your trainer came over to help with the knee brace.

“We’re just gonna skate around,” They said as they tightened the straps around your legs. “Absolutely no jumps. Just focus on going straight and alternating pressure on both legs. Maybe at the end, I’ll let you do a camel spin on your non-injured leg.”

“Are you gonna be on the ice with me?” You asked, bending your knee and testing it out as you stood up. You made it to the opening of the rink before staying at the wall and looking back at your trainer. 

“No, but I think you’ll like who’s going out with you more,” They responded as they grabbed their iPad and stood at the wall. You looked at them confused before you saw Kimi sitting on the bench. Your face lit up as you ran as fast as you could back over to the bench.

“You’re going out with me?” You asked excitedly as you grabbed his hand away from his skates. “I didn’t even know you could skate!”

“I can’t,” He said simply as he struggled to tie the skates again. “You’ll teach me right?”

“Of course I will,” You replied as you took over lacing his skates. He had made them too loose, so you relaced them. He did not need to get injured. Not on your watch.

“Good, I know how much you love your jumps and fancy moves, so we thought distracting you with teaching me would make you focus on something else,” Kimi explained while you finished off the laces.

“You’re geniuses,” You laughed as you helped him stand up, making sure to grip his forearms when he started wobbling. “Come on, one step at a time.”

“I thought it was bad to walk on the blades,” Kimi said off-handily as he walked with you to the opening for the rink. 

“No, it’s not good to walk on them. It’ll dull the blades,” You explained as you stepped onto the ice. You leaned down to pull off the skate guards as you stepped each foot onto the ice. You left Kimi to lean against the wall as you showed him your guards. “These protect the blades. They make it so we can walk to and from the bench without dulling the blades, and they make for safe storage. You would hate to reach into your bag and slice your hand because your blades were out in the open.”

“You make a good point,” He chuckled as he pulled his guards off and followed you onto the ice, almost falling immediately. “I was not expecting it to be so slippery.”

“It’s ice, what did you expect?” You chuckled as you tightened your hold on him, moving your hands from his forearms to around his waist. “Just lock your ankles and we’ll take baby steps.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Kimi sighed with an eye roll. “I deserve to be compensated for my pain.”

“How about this,” You started as you began skating backward, pulling him along with you, “I teach you to skate, and you can teach me to drive, race car or street car. It’ll be fun and bring us closer.”

“I’m not planning to throw you in my Prema car,” Kimi pressed as he eyed you wearily as you came up to the edge of the rink and started to turn them. “But if you make me fall, I won’t hesitate to take you on a hot lap!”

“Maybe if your legs stopped shaking, we’d be fine,” You teased as you slowed down for the turn. No matter how much you slowed, Kimi wobbled and started frantically trying to stay upright. You, just as frantically, tried to grab his arms to help him stay upright. “If you keep doing that, you’re gonna-”

You knew this was going to happen. Just as you grab onto Kimi’s forearms enough to help stabilize him, he falls backward, flat on the ice with a smack. You didn’t know whether to laugh or ask if he was okay, but as soon as you met his eye, you burt out laughing. 

“Just for that, you’re driving my Prema car,” He scowled with no real heat behind it.

“Okay,” You chuckled lightly as you met his eyes again, “If I crash your car, oh well, right?”

“I clearly did not think this through,” Kimi mumbled to himself before switching his attention back to you. “Wait, are you okay? Is your knee okay? I didn’t mean to pull you down with me! I swear-”

“Kimi,” You interrupted gently as you kissed his cheek, “I’m fine. It’s a little fall, and it’s not like we did anything to strain my leg.” You gently pushed yourself back up, helping Kimi stand up as well. “How about we take a break? Hot chocolate sounds good to me.”

A couple of months later, you’re physical therapy for your knee was completed, and you were cleared to go karting. It took a little bit of convincing your coach, but eventually, you and Kimi convinced them. It was only fair since they made Kimi get on the ice with you. 

“Can you help me?” You asked, struggling to fasten the helmet straps. Kimi let you use one of his older helmets since this was your first time, and to be honest, he thought it was cute. It was similar to how some people feel when they see their significant others in their clothes, but this was Kimi’s personalized helmet. It was more meaningful. 

He chuckled as he walked up to you, and quickly fasted the helmet tightly to your head. He double and triple-checked to make sure it fit you right. Safety was his number one priority. He gently tapped the top of the helmet before opening the visor for you.

“You know the basics, right?” Kimi asked as he led you over to the karts. They were pretty simple ones, just to get you comfortable with driving before throwing you off the deep end.

“Right pedal, gas, left is the brakes, and left left is the clutch,” You sighed with an eye roll and a smirk as you sat down in the kart. 

“Good enough,” He chuckled as he leaned down to be at eye level with you. “I’ll be right behind you. If you feel scared or you want to stop, we can switch to a double-seater, and go from there. I’ll be the only other one on track with you, and trust me, you’ll hear me before you see me.”

“That’s just because the karts are loud,” You chuckled lightly as you test out turning the wheel. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”

“Yes, there’s no power steering in karts. These are just basic chassis,” Kimi explained. “It’s a lot easier when your wheels are moving.”

“Okay, anything else I should know before we go out?” You asked, masking your fear.

“If you crash, which I don't think you will, but if you do, brace for it and take your hands off the wheel. I have a feeling you’re not planning on going fast enough to hit a wall, but if it happens, take your hands off first and put your hands here,” Kimi explained before pausing to grab your hands and cross them against your chest, putting your hands on their opposing shoulders. “This will brace you the best in these kinds of karts. Are you ready?”

“Ready to beat your ass? Absolutely,” You said with a cocky smile. You knew what you were getting into, but you also knew that you needed to be a little (a lot) confident in yourself to do good. Especially when you’re racing against a Formula 1 driver. 

“YOu think you’re gonna beat me?” Kimi chuckled lowly as he got into his own kart beside you.

“Oh please,” You dismissed, “Anything you can do, I can do better.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Okay, we’ll see about that,” Kimi challenged as you both pulled your karts forward as the stewards said so. “May the best driver win.”

~~~~~

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[yourlocaladhder]

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

[mothmonsterr-deactivated2025041]

KAMIENIE NA SZANIEC KAMIENIE NA SZANIEC KAMIENIE NA SZANIEC!!!!!!! *UNHINGED SCREAM*

my crush

fav poetry/books!!!

my ocs :3

any thoughts literally

(no pressure) tagss: @rosees3ray @demigoddess-of-ghosts @fraudfrogz @detritiviolet @shortgaything @sierpeek @andiv3r @kazbrekkerfast and anyone who wants to!!!

[tsaronie-cheezecake]

1. My story and ocs

2. Random ramblings

3. If we're from the same fandom I'd talk about the story and color scheme and music

4. Life itself and humans and everything lol

5. Food

No pressure tag: @smol-being-of-light @thebestieyoureinlovewith @aayeroace @smol-stardust @peachymaryobrien

[smol-stardust]

1. Anatomy and Surgical procedures (buckle up. gonna ramble step by step about how to do a laryngectomy and other procedures :>

2. PEANUTS!! + my fave quotes/panels and the philosophy in it

3. Sailing + the racing rules of sailing (inner coach may leak through, hope you wanna learn to sail)

4. ocs + oc universe lore

5. Chemistry stuffs (and why we should steal a catalytic converter etc)

No pressure tags: @written-by-kafka @lupvium @lilacs-and-memes @kaya-butter-toast @morphestic @tomato-turn @walmart-miku @dollettecxre @appendixpoe @iloveyoutyyy and anyone who wants

[everythingisarabbithole]

well let's see... I spent a couple hours yesterday texting a detailed summary of the first book of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children to someone who hasn't read it, along with my thoughts on it, and plan to continue with the other books, so that should count

my ocs. it feels like I've been talking about them for years.

English linguistics (that's partly out of necessity)

I also typed out a summary of my thoughts on where to go if one wants to pretend to be a tourist here (though it would work for actual tourists, I think!) that should count too

questions that pique my interest, I suppose. being regularly labelled as philosophical is weird though. I don't know

(no pressure tags) @kapalattee @call-me-copycat @rainonthehillside @aveller @of-the-faerie-folk @heatedpirate @coffeeforkai @lilacs-and-memes @eunique @wildthingsandmagic

[of-the-faerie-folk]

Oo thank you for the tag! I like this a lot!

These aren’t in any particular order but

1. Star Wars, but specifically any of the more “grey” bits, like maul and ahsoka and the clones post-order 66 and all of rebels

2. Religious trauma and leaving the church. Especially with religious family and being queer and all that that entails

3. Music theory because I’m taking classes right now and it geeks me out

4. Bojack Horseman. I had a lot of feelings watching that show

5. Whichever musical I’ve last listened to or seen (right now it’s Sweeney Todd)

Tagging: @starcrossedandstupid @alittleannihilati0n @waitingforthesunrise @mystical-cinnamoon

[starcrossedandstupid]

Thank you for the tag!!

1. Once Upon a Broken Heart, oh god if someone expressed interest in hearing me talk about it they could not get me to stop.

2. Dropout TV(so excited for the Game Changers season finale part one on Monday!)

3. Hermitcraft/Life series, I would explain the entirety of all of life series lore, I could explain all of the going ons in my favorite hc seasons, I could go on for ages.

4. Joel smallishbeans, he may be in 3 but I could very much talk separately just about his stuff!

5. Aphmau, mostly just because I’ve had a huge nostalgia kick recently

tags(no pressure): @crenna @insomnya777 @codther @his-littlefox @leylila @smoozie @harpoonsnotspoons @neck-thats-made-for-bruising @peace-love-and-french-toast @ty-bayonet-betteridge @olithewitch @arjtogruta @astralazuli @mystical-cinnamoon @k1meoo @3guineapigsinatrenchcoat @snailonurface

[crenna]

thank you for the tag @starcrossedandstupid !! 💕 also btw this is me expressing interest in talking about ouabh, my dms are open 👀🫶

also once upon a broken heart, i swear guys don’t get me started especially if i do a reread, there’s a reason i have a sideblog for it!

also aphmau, especially the mystreet series - i’ve seen all episodes at least 3-4 times, many 8 times, and if someone ever genuinely wanted to hear me ramble about it,,, i would talk for so long i swear 😭

any of the novels i’m working on & writing tips! this i can say with 100% certainty because i’ve done it before (in return i listened to my friend talk about his novel for an hour so it’s a win win situation for us)

probably colors/fashion/beauty? i know a lot about which colors suit you best and i loveee being creative with outfits and accessories and makeup!

minecraft in general, i could easily give a two hour presentation and run out of time 🫶

no pressure tags: @his-littlefox @sugarcandydoll @waiting-down-the-hall-for-me @peculiar-potato @shattermelyhfmlblog

@ant-thebooknerd @magnoliachasewrites @highladyofterrasen7 + all of my mutuals not tagged here + anyone who sees this and wants to do this, feel free to! 💕

[stars-and-leather]

Aww tysm for the tag @crenna this looks so fun

Gwen and Art are not in love, omg I actually love this books with all my heart

My family, love them so much

How to show not tell in writing, I can literally speak about this for hours (wether I can do it or not is a different story)

Why I should be allowed to cut my hair, despite the fact it goes wrong each time I still have hope

Feminism, I mean there are so many routes to go down on this one, the Eurocentric view of women’s rights, the superficial white feminism, I could go on and on

Thank you this was actually really interesting

Npt: @thegirlwholivesin-delusion @heartstopper-lover123 @fire-but-ashes-too @virtualcoffeemoon @vintagetee13 @coffee-is-my-oxygen @nuncscioquidsitamor-13 @wants-to-marry-sirius-black @marylily-my-beloved @123letsgobestie @s1xseasonsandamov1e and anyone else please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged anymore sorry if I did, open tags as well guys!!

[marylily-my-beloved]

thanks for the tag <33

The marauders. I am currntly very brainrotted and this has been my longest obession in agessss

baking. i love baking so much and like how it works and also the infinite amount of recipes i know and can make up

minecraft! I used to play minecraft a lot and now my cousin has really gotten into it so I know double the info

she-ra i can talk on and on about she-ra and how every character could've been so different while taking the same way of the show i love she-ra

my writings and wips <3

@cressthebest @wants-to-marry-sirius-black @ang3lic-t3ars @sleepinginmygrave

[ang3lic-t3ars-deactivated202407]

muhhehehjahajhaUAHHAHAHAHAHJAHAHSSJHSJASHSKJKHJ 1 - my novel-in-the-making-except-im-still-stuck-on-the-plot. i love yapping about it. especially to @the-martyrfication-of-the-matron and @glitched-dawn, they're amazing pooks. :) 2 - anything about the fandoms im in. i dont need to explain. 3 - my love for sea animals. they're so cute :3 4 - MITSKIMITSKIMITSKIMI 5 - my moots and frens! and my very wowie amazing 10/10 poongie @the-martyrfication-of-the-matron!!11!1!1 i love them all so much i wanna jump out of my screen and hug them anyways @hedgehog-troops @leahnardo-da-veggie + literally anyone

[leahpardo-pa-potato]

I can talk about anything hehe (competitive public speaker here lol) but:

Gossip (I don't even care if idk anyone involved, I just love drama)

My world building (obviously)

Debate!!!!!! (Specifically my deep personal hatred for BP format)

Vocaloid (vflower my beloved)

Rimworld (I've got 4000 hours on that damn game)

Tagging @ratedn, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @evilgabe29 and open tag :)

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Ooh thanks!

Any of my WIPs

Phineas and Ferb

DC stuff (esp Batfamily)

Teaching!

Broadly, storytelling

Hm @elsie-writes @honeybewrites @cherrybombfangirlwrites

[honeybewrites]

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!!!

My WIPs and OCs. I am a major world builder and I will ramble to you for hours

STAR WARS!!!! Especially anything to do with Ahsoka and the Mandalorians.

Brandon Sanderson. I've been trying to read through all his works and god do I love them!

Whump things... if you wanna torture your OCs I gotchu

Disney! I know there's a lot of opinions on modern Disney (believe me I have my own), but it's one of the few good things I remember about my childhood and I still love it.

Tagging @orions-quill @the-golden-comet @fractured-shield

[the-golden-comet]

Thank you for the tag, @honeybewrites !

Five things I will talk endlessly for hours with my mutuals and IRL friends on:

My Stories and OCs. They are my hyperfixations

Pirates because of course 🏴‍☠️✨

YOUR OCs and stories. 💖

Shrek and the beautiful comedic genius of DreamWorks

My favorite video games (Spyro, Sly Cooper, Crash Bandicoot….pretty much any retro PS2 games)

Tagging (no pressure): @fortunatetragedy , @noblebs , @autism-purgatory , @wyked-ao3 , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , +open tag!✨

[greenfinchwriter]

1. My WIPs (both original and fanfiction) and OCs - I'm an avid world builder too,and given half the chance I will ramble on about my own book babies and that of my besties too!!😅

2. Horses and equestrianism - 🐎Proud equestrian and friendly neighborhood horse girl since age 3🐎

3. Forensic psychology/forensic (criminal) analysis/criminal psychology/offender profiling,and criminology in general - the other cluster of fields I wanted to get into instead of literature and linguistics,turned hyperfixation🔎.

4. My favorite books,Comic books (DC and Marvel),Literature in general,and American, English,French,and Modern Hebrew prose of the 19th to early 20th century in particular📚.

5. My favorite tv shows,movies,Blorbos and ships!!

Gently tagging: @t3acupz @katsy-kitty @gabalicious-g @sqeeebus @allenshead @boleynecklace @chronicroderick @valentinsylve @lesbianwithchainsaws @emeraldinerosefaedragon @wandererrofthewinds @bloodydancy @bloodycraquelures @folie-a-deux @bleumushyroom (no pressure as always!! Love you friends!!!💖💖💖💖)

[t3acupz]

Thanks @greenfinchwriter :D not gonna lie I’d love to hear you talk about forensic psychology, Marvel/ DC stuff, horses (a topic I barely know anything about but horses fascinate me) and whatttt you can read Hebrew?

Hannibal — literally made a new tumblr main just for this show.

Pokémon — I’m not super obsessed with it right now but it’s been a part of my life since forever.

Guinea pigs — they’re cute, smart, sassy, and come in so many different varieties.

Miscellaneous — anime, Marvel stuff, animal crossing, random movies, tv shows, drawing techniques, food, costume design in movies (I’ve been enjoying all the YouTube video essays about that lately).

Jonathan Tucker *dreamy sigh* <3

Tagging: @aomiinwonderland @cedarxwing @littleoddwriter @i-call-me-clarence @stromuprisahat @thirstyvampyr @forthecriminallyinsane @sailorbowie @vivisection-gf @a-grief-observed @aglassroseneverfades @brassic-bitch @mitzvahmelting @bloodycraquelures @coco-saurio @totilo1 @vikdraws @suchawrathfullamb @wiha-jun @mytimehaspassed @its-the-ratdawg @junaslagoon @hootybal-lecter @catsauce-1 @westburial @dysfunctionaldogdude & everyone else because I really want to know what everyone is interested in

[thedeathofthelamb]

oh shit, too many hyperfixations in my 29 years of life.

1- astrology: I can go on forever, in fact it's so intrinsically a part of me that I think in astrological archetypes way.

2- occultism: in general but even more specifically manifestation, the female and the soulmate path. I have literally given lectures and sold courses on these topics.

3- hannibal: don't think this one needs any expanding on lol.

4- psychology: I am 100% of time analyzing things and people and situations and myself. Am I qualified? Divine Source says yes.

5- horror movies: I literally work with it as one of my jobs, I go to press booths, write reviews, go on podcasts, etc. I am utterly obsessed and most movies I watch are horror, it's hard for my brain to be interested in any other genre. I can go on and on specially about midsommar, the love witch, possession and suspiria.

tagging my family: @hannibalismos-jaaneman @sadundefinedbread @sillywillygrahamcracker

[hannibalismos-jaaneman-deactiva]

thanks for the tag love!

aight so

entertainment: i instantly boil everything down to the script lmao. acts, scenes, cuts, beats, fluidity, whatever tf. most of the stuff i'll watch for the sake of educating myself WILL be because i read that the scripts are insanely well written (looking at you hannibal, fleabag, hate crimes md and the trial of the chicago 7 (aaron sorkin my beloved <3) and yeah i can yell about all of them without prepared material as well). also i have a very bad reputation of not shutting up about disney (marvel mostly but yeah, all of disney) once i start, and comics (sadly dc as well but hey we got umbrella academy and kingsman, which was a series published by marvel btw no one seems to know that idk why) and yeah classical music too.

geopolitics and history: listen, the world is on fire ever since the human race saw the face of this planet and i like to be aware.

russia and germany: A N Y T H I N G (yes, the entirety of these two countries' STEAM + history, philosophy (but then i can talk about it in indian and greek contexts as well), even sports literally whatever).

animals: back from when i thought i could be a zoologist but heh (i mean i like dinosaurs, equine, canine and feline (not all but yeah they're stupid and cute in general) families of animals mostly but i can talk about most fauna, although not with as much detail, also staring at australia).

linguistics: i mean, come on. nonne novimus omnes? (yelling at hieroglyphs because COME ON).

no pressure tags: @kamariya @solarkindred @berrystaind @fuckyername and all my mutuals <3

[kindred-knights]

Oh thank you for the tag!

1. Imaginative realism for pokemon. Or any fantasy creature really(phoenixes, dragons, fae, werewolves etc.)

2. Ocs(im currently blabbing ab one to a friend rn)

3. My comfort ships

4. The absolute bullshit that is Garchomp’s ability to fucking fly.

5. Magic systems

No pressure: @h3avenlyh0st @lucette-rose @grubbin22 @s0upbuggi @thebirdinator3000

[thebirdinator3000]

oh god so many things

Immunology/Human Anatomy/Cellular Biology

OMORI

ULTRAKILL

Fear and Hunger

my qpr partner

And probably many more I’m super autistic

@dictionarydyke @skelebab

[skelebab]

This was both harder and easier than I thought

1. Popular tropes/aus (I llooovvveee learning about that kinda stuff)

2. The ways in which my various original works all link together

3. The fic I am currently working on (it would involve a deep dive into the specific mix of dc+mcu lore and head cannons I'm using)

4. My friends :)

5. My favorite works in the different fandoms I've been in (pod/fanfics, comics/artwork, etc.)

Tags: @roboobin @gerawrd-xd @obsidian-order-of-course @kennethplus @marsupialmode @doppel-dean-er @zenashisntgaming @meowsogynist @gayestclarinet

[kennethplus]

oh goshhh uhhmm 🧷😅

TMNT 2k12

My OCs, OC lore, OC lore ideas

Kingdom of Hearts lore

My writing; poems, stories, songs

Pokémon, especially XYZ

Tags: @justasmallflick, @zzompi-nerddxd, anyone else!!

[justasmallflick]

👀 (ty for the tag :D)

1. Any TMNT iteration (minus IDW and '87 only bc I haven't gotten to them yet) and (most of) their respective fanfics: Literally my main (and only) Tumblr page is dedicated to them lmao

2. My OCs and their lore + their art: There are so many aspects about them that I could talk about. The most interesting bit about them (to me, at least) is their evolution from when I was a kid up to now, and the magic system that just spawned outta nowhere lol. I also try to add bits of lore into their art to make it more interesting lol

3. Stardew Valley: I only JUST got into this game like, a couple months ago, but OMG. ITS AMAZING. I love it so much (I recently married my friend and were getting our first child soon :D)

4. LMK: Haha. Hahaha. Okay I never thought I would be able to talk about LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) of all things but... I read Journey To The West. I love JTTW's Wukong. I love LMK's Wukong. But most of all, I LOVE the animation. It's so good. I could rant about it and the characters for HOURS. It's a problem 😭

5. The Bad Batch (surprisingly): I blame my friend, he got me into Star Wars and introduced TBB to me 💀. Tbh it was a lot more investing than the other SWs movies I watched, and I love the characters (specifically Tech and Wrecker). Plus the subtle bits of the animation, like their expressions and body language.... It's so good guys

OKAY TAGS!!!!!

@i-am-a-living-god @frogonamelon @marithegemini @forever-eternal @sodaspons @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 + anyone else that wants to join :D

[i-am-a-living-god]

THANK YOU FOR SUMMONING ME! >:D

1. Warrior cats, specifically power of three and dawn of the clans. Mostly cause my fav cats are Jayfeather and Hollyleaf, and I hate Clear sky with a burning passion. They did Jayfeather dirty tho.

2. Ninja turtles. Every iteration, exept for mirage, I have read very little of it.

3. Fnaf, I have harassed so many people with the LORRRRRREEEE

4. Drawing, I ramble a lot about technics, color, shadows and light, posing, shapes, structures, and anything else I studied excessively.

5. Steven universe.

Aight, tag time!

@azzy-catt @writing-biting @jewishicequeen @toulousifer and anyone who wants to.

[toulouie]

RJAHDKS thanks for the tag <33

Turtles, types of turtles what they do, natural habitat

Moon Knight, if you ask a question about Steven expect to sit there for at least 2 hours.

TMNT random facts

A book I LOVE any book I talk a lot about

Art/drawing/painting love getting to know how people understand how something looks

Tags :]

@sp1n-dle @tibbyquasar @roombob-again @arshiyuh

[arshiyuh]

thank you for the tag @toulousifer

Formula 1

science anything science, random science facts

theories i got so many

paranormal cases

dance

Tagging: @thing268, @riddlesb1tch @saintslewis @mayfly-maycry

[thing268]

hehe thank you for the tag @arshiyuh <3

5 things I can yap for an hour on

Sports (American Football, International Futbol, motorsports (F1, F2, F3, F4, Indy, and NASCAR mainly))

Serial Killers/Murderers

Conspiracy Theories

The Maze Runner

Music

Tagging: @thestrangepeach

[thestrangepeach]

Thanks for the tag, love 💜 @thing268

1. How much I hate my job

2. My weird ideas

3. Raccoons/bats

4. Whatever media I'm consuming

5. Starting a cult-

Commune. Starting a commune 🤠

Tag yourself #

[bad268]

Jak crawford x reader to celebrate his win 🙏

Props to You (Jak Crawford X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (it's kinda short but I wanted it out by eod)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C.: 644

Summary: Jak Crawford wins in Barcelona!

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Formula2’s instagram from June 23, 2024)

Honestly, standing beneath the podium without your boyfriend was something you missed. Usually, you would be standing beside Jak as you both cheered on your friends, but today, you stood with just your friends as Jak was up on the podium. This was what you missed.

Looking up at Jak as his national anthem played brought the biggest smile to your face. You knew there was a chance for the race win, but it was just surreal having it come to fruition. It’s been a difficult year so far for Dams, but you never gave up hope. Plus, Jak loved this track. You knew too never bet against Jak in times like this.

You cheered the loudest of the crowd when the American national anthem ended, and Jak looked out to the crowd. It didn’t take long for his eyes to fall on you as you stood in the same general area every time. He smiled and spaced out, looking down at you and his friends, until he was handed the trophy. He lifted it above his head before pointing in your general direction. You blew him a kiss and he got lost in your gaze again.  

Jak chuckled sheepishly as JM patted him on the back as he picked up their champagnes. He didn’t even remember JM or Franco getting their trophies or hearing the announcement to start the celebrations.

You laughed at his surprised face when he got sprayed in the face by Franco. It didn’t take him too long to be snapped back into the moment as he grabbed his champagne, swirled it around, and smacked it on the ground before spraying it at JM.

After draining their champagnes, they stood on the top step together for the photo-op they were always subjected to.  You pulled out your phone to get your own pictures before running over to the staircase they would walk down in a few minutes. You knew you would only have a few minutes with him before he had his post-race panel and debrief, so you wanted to make the most of the time you had.

As expected, it didn’t take long for them to come down, Jak running and almost falling down the last steps, straight into your arms. You wrapped your arms tightly around him as one of your hands moved up to run through his soaked hair. It was a little difficult, but it was part of the post-race ritual.

“You did it, baby,” You praised, not pulling away in the slightest. Jak tightened his hold on you if that was possible. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Jak replied quietly as he leaned into your neck. “I always try to make you proud.”

“You’ll always make me proud, Jackie Moon,” You comforted as you pulled back a little and used your hands to pull his face out of your neck. You leaned forward, making him look in your eyes, “I am always so unbelievably proud of you Jak. You are doing your dream and you’re doing it well. I don’t think I could be any more proud of you.”

“God, what did I do to deserve you?” Jak teased as he leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips. 

“Hey, give yourself some credit here,” You said once you two pulled away. “I could never be in Formula 2.”

“You don’t even like driving a normal car,” Jak laughed as he turned to just have an arm wrapped around your shoulder as you two walked toward the Dams hospitality. He gently took his first-place Pirrelli hat off and placed it on your head. You laughed as it covered your eyes before adjusting it and looking over at Jak.

“Well that, but I also need power steering, so props to you.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

maybe a kimi antonelli x reader oneshot where the reader is a journalist and kimi and her fall for each other?

love your stories!

The Exclusive (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Journalist! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (thank you love! I had fun with this <3 I used to be a journalism major so it was fun going back to my roots lol)

Warnings: Aged up Kimi

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1067

Summary: The exclusive interview with Kimi.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Right now, it was just a hobby. A little blog you started before college that then turned into a podcast and full-blown career. At least, that’s what it was looking like.

You started writing about the Formula 1 feeder series’ years ago because you wanted to give a platform to the smaller categories, and it blew up. It also blew your mind that these people who were around your age were already getting their feet in the door to the pinnacle of motorsport. You also had a knack for writing, so reporting on the drivers’ and the series’ themselves proved to be easy for you.

Soon enough, you started getting invited on behalf of different teams to interview their drivers. Mainly Prema, ART, Van Amersfoort, and MP Motorsport, but they were the biggest teams in each category, so it made sense.

The first time you went to the track was with Van Amersfoort in 2021. There was a race at your favorite track of Red Bull Ring, which you had mentioned on the blog at one point, so they invited you. You had heard of a new driver joining one of the teams, but since it was not Van Amersfoort, you did not plan to do a deep dive until after the race weekend.

You were running through the garages, looking for your iPad, so you could interview Oliver Bearman, the championship leader. Plus, you were already a guest in their garage. Might as well capitalize on it.

You finally found it, so you pulled out your microphone from your backpack as you walked down the pitlane. Most of the drivers were getting the track limits rundown from the stewards, so you knew Ollie would be free after the meeting.

Almost as if it were planned, you ran into someone while you were distracted. Looking up from where you dropped the microphone and a paper with the questions you had for Ollie, you’re met with a brown-eyed, curly-haired boy, and you're a goner.

You couldn’t help but stutter out an apology, but funny enough, he was doing the same. When you both finally stopped stuttering out apologies, he said, “My name’s Kimi.”

You told him your name, and the rest was history.

There was an unspoken rule that from that moment onward, mainly because you two became official not long after. You were only a guest of Prema. It was just a joke that Kimi made up, saying he would crash if you wore any other team’s merch on a race weekend. Sure, you did not believe it, but it’s not like you had anything against wearing your boyfriend’s team merch.

It also meant that you got exclusive Kimi Antonelli interviews whenever you wanted, and you would ask (manipulate) Kimi into messaging any driver you wanted to interview. There was one interview that boosted both of you into the ranks of motorsport.

~~

“Kimi,” You said simply as soon as the podcast started.

“Y/n,” He repeated back as he looked at you over the microphone. You had recently started recording the podcasts to be posted to YouTube after being told to do it by Clement Novalak. He had a successful podcast, so you thought you better listen to his advice.

“2023 Formula 2 Champion has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree?”

“It does, yeah,” He laughed.

“Good, it would suck if you didn't,” You muttered into the microphone. “Anyways, I know this already because I’m cool, but I think my viewers should get the exclusive. Kimi, where will you be going next year?”

“I'm still racing,” He knew that was not what you were asking, but he’s been on enough of your podcasts to know that your fans love the banter.

“No shit, Sherlock,” You deadpanned with a dry laugh. “I mean what team will you drive.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” He teased, eyeing you from his place across from you.

“I already know, and if you don’t spill the beans, I’ll say it,” You threatened. “I’ve got your PR manager on speed dial, so don’t even try to threaten me with Sophie.”

“Fine, I guess I’m going to Mercedes,” Kimi sighed in mock hurt, but you knew it was all for show.

“How does it feel to be teammates with the George Russell and share a grid with the guy who introduced us again?”

“Ollie did not introduce us, don’t get the story messed up,” Kimi accused as he leaned forward on the couch, causing you to do the same. “You and your clumsiness is what got us to meet.”

“Oh, please! You were a stuttering mess, too. Do not put all the blame on me!”

“I never said I was blaming you!”

“It sounds like it!”

“Why are we arguing about how we met? We are both saying the same thing!”

“You’re right,” You said normally as you leaned back on the couch before whispering, “for once,” Into the microphone. You looked up at Kimi as he also sat back. “Anyways, now that we’ve settled you’re going to Mercedes, what track are you most excited for?”

“Monaco,” Kimi said immediately.

“How did I know you would say that?”

“Probably because I told you this a couple of days ago when you tested this question on me, and I answered Singapore, but you said that wasn’t good enough.”

“Hey, don’t expose me on my own podcast here!”

“Ok, my answer is Singapore,” He changed his answer as he raised his eyebrows at you, almost asking you to dispute his answer.

“I’ll cut this out,” Spoiler, no you did not. “But I don't think that’s the right answer.”

“What do you mean?” KImi gasped as he laughed in disbelief. “It’s my answer!”

“What is so special about Singapore? It's literally just hot, that’s it!”

“Well, yes, but-” Kimi tried but was cut off by your laughing. Eventually, you died down, and he continued, “The atmosphere is insane.”

“The atmosphere is also insane in Monza or Red Bull Ring but ok.”

“I’ve raced there.”

“Oh! I didn’t even think about that!”

“You thought I would prefer a track that I’ve already driven and won at?”

“I forgot the implications of my own question,” You giggled at yourself. “Anyways, I think that’s enough for today’s episode. The blog post will be up tomorrow, and the video will be up by Sunday. We’ll see you on the track!”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Maybe an Ollie Bearman oneshot where he got DNF and reader is making Ollie feel better?

Love your writing, btw!

Concussed (Ollie Bearman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I feel like this brought me out of a slump. I was pretty close to calling it quits for writing but I love Ollie, I am on my knees begging for more Ollie reqs) (Also, thank you love <3)

Warnings: Concussion symptoms

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1123

Summary: Why isn't Ollie answering you?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was never fun to not finish a race. Every opportunity to earn points was crucial when he needed to impress Ferrari. 

It wasn’t even his fault! He got rear-ended by Zane and somehow, he spun into a wall while Zane was able to keep racing. It was unfair honestly. Zane did get a significant penalty, but it was not nearly enough to make up for the lost opportunity. 

You knew Ollie would be upset about it before he even texted you. Because of final exams, you had to miss this race, so you had to watch the crash from your apartment in Italy. You immediately sent him a text asking if he was alright and saying you would stay awake for whenever he was ready to talk despite knowing he would not respond for a while. You would not be able to sleep until you heard his voice and he knew it. 

You did not want to finish watching the race after that. You would check the race results later, but your heart was still racing (pun intended). You did not need to be watching cars racing when you knew your boyfriend was not in it. You had taken to getting a headstart on one of your assignments. It was just a paper, so you could at least get an outline figured out before Ollie called you. You set up your papers and laptop on the couch as you started getting to work. 

When you finished the outline and still didn’t receive a call, you just started the draft.

When you finished the draft and still didn’t receive a call, you just started editing.

When you finished editing and still didn’t receive a call, you finished up the paper to turn in.

When you were ready to turn it in, it was almost 6 in the morning, and you were concerned. 

You checked your phone again, but there were no notifications from Ollie. Part of you wanted to call him. Another part wanted to call the team to see how he was doing. The last part of you wanted to pass out. You were not prepared to pull an all-nighter, but that’s what it turned out to be. 

You moved your laptop aside as you got more comfortable. You didn’t want to fall asleep, but you would be able to hear your phone go off if you did. You had a random show on the TV, and you thought that closing your eyes for a minute would be fine. 

You got maybe an hour or two before you heard kees at the front door. Again, you checked your phone and there was nothing from Ollie. However, there he was, walking through the door in a hoodie and sunglasses.  The hood was pulled up and he had his head down as he slowly walked into the apartment and set his bag down. He took his shoes off before approaching where you were still lying on the couch. 

He immediately laid on top of you, not bothering to take the glasses off or pull the hoodie down. You wrapped your arms cautiously around his shoulders as you placed a kiss on his head. Then you grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch to put over both of your bodies.

“Bear?” You whispered as you rubbed a hand up and down his back. Instead of an answer, you were met with a grunt from Ollie. “You feeling okay?”

“Concussion,” He groaned as he situated himself further into your chest. “It hurts.”

“I’ll take care of you, Bear,” You promised in a soft tone as you moved a hand into the hood to gently comb through his hair with your fingers. You looked over at the window and saw that your curtains were still open. The sun was going to be rising soon, so you gently moved to get Ollie to sit up. He protested immediately and tried to hold you tighter. You chuckled lightly, but whispered, “Bear, we should go to our room. It’ll be darker in there, and we can sleep the day away.”

“I don’t wanna move,” He groaned and tried to hide his face in your chest.

“I would carry you if I could, Bear,” You chuckled again as you pushed a piece of hair away from his forehead, “but trust me, you’ll appreciate being in the dark on our bed where your legs are not handing off the side.”

“You convinced me,” He let a small smile appear on his face before pushing himself up but stopping before standing up. “Can you help me? It’s spinning.”

“I promised to take care of you, Bear,” You consoled as you stood and grabbed his forearms to help him stand slowly. Then, you put his arm over your shoulder and wrapped yours around his waist to help hold him up as you walked into our shared bedroom. You set Ollie on the bed against the headboard as you checked to make sure the curtains were closed. Then you moved to the closet to grab out a t-shirt and sweatpants for Ollie. “I’m gonna help you change. Is that okay?”

“Keep the hoodie on? Don’t wanna mess with my head,” he whispered as his head lolled to the side as he tried to open his eyes to look at you, but his head was still pounding. Ultimately, he just gave up.

“That’s fine, but those sunglasses are not gonna be fun to sleep in,” You replied as you helped Ollie change out of his jeans to the sweatpants. That’s when you remembered, “Wait, I have a sleep mask in my travel bag for flights. That’ll probably be more comfortable if you’re willing to take those off for me to switch it.”

“Those silk ones? Those are comfy,” Ollie chuckled lightheartedly as he let you slide the glasses off his face and pull the hood down carefully. Then you slowly stretched the mask to go over his head to make sure it would not snap anywhere. Once it was situated, you pulled the hood back up for Ollie. “Can we sleep now?”

“I would try to get you to brush your teeth, but I have a feeling that’ll hurt your brain more,” You joked lightly, but it went over his head. “Yes, Bear. We can go to sleep.”

You got situated under the blankets on your side after helping Ollie under the covers as well. He immediately gravitated toward you, placing his head back on your chest as he clung to you. You gently rubbed up and down his arm, encouraging him to go to sleep which happened in no time.

That’s when your heart finally stopped racing. Ollie was safe in your arms.

~~~~~

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[bad268]

can you write about Arvid x y/m both liking each other and everyone wants them to get together but both of them are too clueless to realise they both like each other. Atvid ends up confessing to y/n and it's juts all adorable?

love ur stories!!

+ I saw something about arvid? so I thought id give you an idea.

Y/n could be Dino's sibling, and they are the same age as Arvid, and he's just lovestruck by them and how gorgeous they are. and Dino finds out and also finds out Y/n also like Arvid, so he makes a plan to get them together, the plan ends up working but they pretend it didn't work, till dino walks in on them hugging/kissing. and it's just alot of fluff and funny.

Something New (Arvid Lindblad X Beganovic! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (thank you love <3 I changed it a bit, but not a lot) (P.S. reader drives for Van Amersfoort)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (Arvid and Dino are F2 Prema teammates) (Also 1) i watch Smii7y and friends so be aware of that 2) this is how I play Mario Kart with my friends)

POV: Second POV (You/your)

W.C. 1467

Summary: It takes a plan to get together.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~ (^Pinterest)

You had never put any thoughts into anything other than racing. You decided from a young age that getting to Formula 1 was the only goal, and that’s been your mantra for as long as you can remember. You wanted to race with your brother, Dino, and the only way to do that was to dedicate your entire life to it. 

You worked your way through the ranks and kept to yourself the entire time. Not like anyone wanted to be your friend. You were so much harder on yourself compared to other drivers your age, and no one wanted to subject themselves to that.

When you got to Formula 2, you decided to let up a little. You had made it to, what you consider, the straight shot to Formula 1. You felt free for once. You were able to hang out with your teammates, participate in challenges, and just be normal for once.

Your teammate, Enzo, was great. He was fun to hang out with, and he helped you get acclimated to the new field. Enzo knew almost everyone since this was his fourth season. He introduced you to Luke, Jak, Gabriele, Sebastian, and Dino. Granted, you already knew Dino, but it was fun to meet him in his element since you were always on the back foot compared to him. By association, you met their teammates, and that’s how you found yourself in this predicament.

You were currently locked in a closet with none other than Arvid Lindblad. Let’s go back to the beginning.

You started hanging out with a bunch of different drivers. You started training with some of them, going out with them, and you even started hanging out with them outside of racing. You texted a few of them a lot and played games during the off weeks. 

One person you always hung out with was Arvid. 

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” Was probably the most common text between you two. You two were known to join a call and totally dominate random lobbies. 

One time, Dino and Sebastian joined your lobby, and they witnessed the random banter that you always played with. 

“I’m coming,” You joked as your character came up behind Arvid’s. Dino and Sebastion were off fighting while you and Arvid were battling for first place. 

“Keep that up,” Arvid joked back as he threw a bomb back. “I’ve got more where that came from.

“Give it to me then,” You chuckled as you threw a redshell at his character. “I’ll take anything from you.”

“You sound a little too excited about that,” He kept the banter going, knowing it was just banter. Despite the fact that he wished it was more, he would settle for being your best friend for now. 

“Suck it, Arvid!” You shouted as a blue shell hit him and your character passed him right before the finish line. “You are choking!”

“On what? On What?” Arvid shouted back with a loud laugh.

“What the fuck?” Sebastian laughed as he realized what you were saying. “Ain’t no way you two are just friends after saying some shit like that!”

“There’s no way that’s just banter,” Dino laughed nervously as he crossed in fifth and Sebastian crossed in sixth. 

“You just wished your banter was as goofy as ours,” You laughed as your characters were taken back to the menu for another race.

That was the day Dino and Sebastian devised a plan to get you two together. They were convinced you both harbored feelings for each other and you two were just too shy to say anything.

Dino started by talking about it with Arvid. It started with brief conversations about how he started hanging out with you, and what his favorite games to play with you were. Eventually, it turned to what his favorite things about you were and how he felt about you, and soon, he caught on.

“I see what you’re doing, Dino,” He laughed as they walked through the paddock on their way to a drivers’ conference. “And it’s not going to work.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Dino said, acting offended, “I’m just trying to understand your relationship or lack thereof.”

“I take what I can get,” Arvid attempted to joke as they walked past your garage, but it fell flat. When they got past your garage, Arvid turned to Dino, “If you know anyone who wants to be a wingman, I’m taking applications.”

“You say that like Sebastian and I don’t already have a plan,” Dino laughed as he put a hand on Arvid’s shoulder. “Say the word, and we go forth with Mission get Arvid and Y/n together.”

“Come up with a better name for this and you’re hired.”

The next week, Project Whisper (name pending), was moved into action. 

You had been seeing Sebastian, Dino, and Arvid talking off to the side a lot, and every time you tried to join them, they suddenly dispersed. You tried to listen in on their hushed conversations, but it was like they were speaking in code (they were).

You started backing off from them. If they were speaking in code every time you were near, maybe that meant they didn’t want to be friends anymore. After not having many friends to begin with, you never knew how to act in these situations, so you were doing what you thought was best.

The mission was failing!

Arvid was always texting Dino, saying they needed to ramp up the timeline of the plan. He noticed you started pulling back immediately, and he hated it.

“Dino!” Arvid ran up to him after the last race of the season. Dino had crashed out of the race, but you and Arvid shared a podium with Luke. Dino was hiding out in the PREMA trailer, watching the race but fell asleep after he saw the podium finishers. He jolted awake when Arvid frantically ran into the room. “What do I do?”

He’s talking about how you disappeared as soon as the podium celebration was done and the pictures were taken. You were gone, and Arvid couldn’t find you anywhere. This wasn’t supposed to be how this went!

“We’re gonna have to improvise,” Dino said to himself as he texted Sebastian to get the new details figured out. 

They knew you were touring the PREMA facility next week since they were rumored to sign you for their F2 team, so they were planning to use that to their advantage. Dino knew that facility like the back of his hand. He’s sure he could find somewhere to lock you and Arvid.

He did. And that’s where you are now. Locked in a supply closet nearly chest to chest with Arvid. It was awkward as you looked anywhere but him. Arvid was trying to think about how to start the conversation, but his instincts kicked in when he noticed your breathing quicken.

“Hey hey, what’s going on?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you, trying to help you.

“I don’t like confined spaces,” you whispered as you leaned into him, grounding yourself. “And before you say it, a closet is different to a cockpit. I am busy trying not to crash in a cockpit. I’m just aware of the space in a closet.”

“Well then I can get us out sooner,” he started. “I didn’t know you were claustrophobic, else I wouldn’t have gone with this plan.”

“What plan?” You asked as you looked up at him in the limited light.

“Mission Whisper,” he responded with a grimace. It was a cringy name. “It was the plan to get us together.” There was a beat of silence between you two before you started uncontrollably laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re telling me this code thing you’ve been talking about with Sebastian and Dino was an attempt to get us together? That was the reason I started avoiding you guys because you only talked in code around me so I thought you didn’t like me,” you word vomited through laughter. 

“You’re kidding,” Arvid gasped as he laughed at the misunderstanding with you. “I just didn’t know how to tell you, so they came up with this plan.”

“Tell me,” you said in a soft tone as you grabbed his hands.

“Tell you what?” He asked confused as he squeezed your hands. 

“Tell me how you feel,” You pressed. 

“You’re just teasing me right now.”

“Maybe,” You dragged out as you averted your eyes. “Maybe I just wanna hear what you actually think of me.”

Arvid, instead of talking, let go of one of your hands to rest it beside your head against the door behind you, and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. That was the start of something new.

~~~~~

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[melonfurblet]

Repost: A cotton candy Furby I made! I remember this one being so much fun to make <3

[bad268]

hi!! can i request a clingy paul aron x reader? kinda similar to what you wrote for kimi antonelli. maybe him being extra clingy when he finally gets home after a long day or early mornings? tysm!! i love your works

Hold Me (Paul Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (Thank you love <3 it's kinda short but i didn't wanna make it too close to Kimi's)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 893

Summary: After a bad weekend, Paul wants to be held by you.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Paul never considered himself a clingy person, but even he could admit that his thoughts were borderlining it. He just could not focus all day, and all he wanted was to be as close to you as humanly possible. You had gone home for the weekend for your sibling’s graduation, and you had gotten back to your shared apartment right after he left for the race weekend.

He would say that he just missed you. Not seeing your significant other for just over a week when you’re used to walking up with them every day will make you yearn for them.

He had a long day on the track, and he just wanted to be held by you. With staring on the front row, having to retire from the sprint the day before due to a technical problem, and getting caught up in a midfield drash during the feature race, he was just done. Thankfully, he had booked his flight home for only a few hours after the race. This would give him time to attend the debrief, do some media, and dip out of there. Granted, the debrief was quick because his races were short, and the media was not nearly as extensive as it would have been if he’d finished either race. 

Paul was silent as he left the track. He was silent the entire way back to the hotel, silent as he packed his bags, silent as he rode to the airport, and silent almost the entire flight home. He did not feel like engaging in small talk with people, so he did not speak until spoken to. Plus, he knew that when he landed, he would be one step closer to you. He just had to get through the painstakingly long time it took to get to you. 

Your apartment was not too far from the airport, but he never wanted you to pick him up when he landed at such a late hour. He had worked it out that Ralf would pick him up, but you messaged Ralf separately because you also could not wait for Paul to get in. 

You thought it would be funny to make him a “welcome home” sign to hold up in the airport, so you had been working on it during the day. It had all of his favorite colors and streamers on the bottom. You were sure it would catch his attention.

So there you were, standing in arrivals. You could have looked better, but it was nearly midnight. To be honest, you were planning on just going to sleep as soon as you both got home. You had on one of Paul’s hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, but it was comfortable. You checked the status of Paul’s plane and moved to get the sign ready when you saw that the plane landed a few minutes ago. You would be seeing him shortly. 

Paul was ready to hurt someone. He was tired from the race, his eyes burned, and his head hurt. All he wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed with you, and not do anything for the foreseeable future. He grabbed his bags and made his way off of the plane. He knew his home airport like the back of his hand, so he was able to walk to arrivals with his eyes almost entirely closed. When he finally made it to arrivals, he briefly scanned the small crowd, looking for his brother, but when his eyes landed on bright colors and streamers, he chuckled to himself.

“Awe, someone’s family must have really missed them,” He thought before looking at the person holding it. 

You saw his gaze on you as he closed his eyes, took a breath, and walked faster toward you. You put the sign on the ground as he set his bags down, and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, hiding his face between your neck and shoulder.

“Hi baby,” You whispered as you hugged him back and ran your fingers through his hair. “I missed you. Did you like the sign?”

“It’s cute,” He said curtly, holding you tighter against himself. You let the silence fall between you as other families reunited and left, but you two stayed still. It was clear to you that he needed this.

“Are you ready to head home?” You asked after everyone else had cleared out. You tried to pull away from Paul, even if you were still within arm's length, but as soon as you moved, he whined. “Baby, how am I supposed to get us home if you won't let me go?”

“Can you just hold me? We can call an Uber or something, but can you please just hold me?” He asked in a quiet, almost timid, tone. It was not one you were used to hearing from him, so you were immediately concerned.

“If this is about the race, don’t even worry about it,” You tried to comfort, “There will be more races. You are not defined by your race results.”

“No it’s not that,” Paul responded as he tried to bury his face as deep into your shoulder as possible. “I just really wanted to see you, and I couldn’t. The race result just made it all worse, but I have you now, and I don't plan on letting you go.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Yaaay, thank you so much! Can I request one where reader is helping Pietro with his move to Indy and they are changing their routine in order to adjust to his new life or something like that? To be honest, you can do pretty much anything with it, feel free to change it or even go into more detail. Again, thank you so, so much :)

No Place Like Home (Pietro Fittipaldi X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Indycar

Requested: Clearly (of course love <3 hope you like this)

Warnings: FYI I know he's from Miami, but Miami to Indianapolis is nothing, so I said he lived in Brazil

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1050

Summary: Moving to a new country is hard.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Is now a bad time to mention that I don’t like America?” You laughed as you set down the last box in the apartment you and Pietro just moved into. With his new full-time Indycar seat, you two had to move from your home in Brazil to Indianapolis. You kept your house for obvious reasons, but for the majority of the year, you two would have to relocate to America.

“That would be unfortunate given that we just moved in,” He chuckled nervously as he closed the door. Then he navigated through the haphazardly placed boxes to reach you, standing by the widow looking out. 

“I already miss Brazil,” You muttered to yourself as you took in the new view, “I’ll come around to it eventually, but right now, I miss home.”

“It’ll get easier once we make this place home,” He reassured as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you back to him. He swayed the two of you back and forth as you reached up to hold his forearms. “It’ll just take some getting used to. We’ll get there.”

Indeed you did. While It took you about a month to make the apartment a home, you were finally coming around to the idea of living in America. Sure, the season was underway now, but you were finally getting into a grove with America.

Unfortunately, Pietro was not having the same experience. While he was optimistic at first, he realized quickly that America was not Brazil. All of his comfort foods were in Brazil. All of his family (minus you) was in Brazil. Almost all of his friends were either in Brazil or racing in other categories. Despite being an Indycar reserve driver for 2 years, he had not made that many friends with the drivers because he was mainly working with the team. 

The next race was the Indy500, the most prestigious race of the year. You had heard from the fellow driver, namely Christian Lundgaard, that Pietro was not himself anymore. Christian, Pietro and you go back because you used to sponsor Christian when he started out in karting, so you knew you could trust Christain’s word. 

You had called your mother-in-law and asked for some of her recipes. You could not cook to save your life, but you bet that you could follow a recipe. Plus, they were all Pietro’s favorites! You were going to do your damn hardest to make them as great as possible.

You were at the track with Pietro for the race. He did not qualify as high as you knew he could, but he did finish in 12th! You told him you would head home because you were “tired,” so you suggested he catch a ride with Christian.

This was not something knew. You would rather be at the apartment than be forced to wait around a slowly emptying race track for hours. There were always more productive things to you, you told him one time. None the wiser, that’s what Pietro thought of this instance.

On the way up to your apartment, you looked through the recipes your mother-in-law sent you, and you decided on Moqueca. You immediately recognized it as Pietro’s favorite, and you remembered him asking his mom to make it whenever you were visiting them. To put it simply, it’s fish stew, but the recipe was so much more complex than you would have thought for soup. Maybe there was a reason this was Pietro’s comfort food.

The first thing you did was cut up your snapper, so it could marinate while you prepped everything else. The time for marinating was only 20 minutes, so you went ahead and cut up the bell peppers, onion, garlic, coriander, and tomatoes. You also grabbed out all of the spices you would need, so you would not need to worry about that later.

At that point, the fish had marinated for long enough. You pulled it out and started cooking it. It did not take long since it was cut up into small pieces. Once that was finished, you started sauteing the onions, garlic, and peppers and added the spices. Next, you added the coconut, olive oil, and broth to the pot and put the fish back in to simmer. The last thing you did was start some rice.

While the was simmering and the rice was cooking, you decided to begin cleaning up. There were dishes in the sink already, so you cleaned those up. There were also miscellaneous vegetable bits on the counter. It did not take too long to get everything cleaned up, so you jumped into the shower quickly. You had at least 30 minutes before Pietro would be home, so you had enough time.

Fun fact, you did not have enough time.

You were just getting out of the shower when you heard the door open. At first, you thought it was just in your head, but when you heard Pietro call out to you, you knew that the timing was wrong. 

You slowly walked out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel, wanting to see his reaction. To say he was shocked would be downplaying it.

When he was walking down the hall to the apartment, he thought he could smell his comfort food. He was not going to lie, he thought he was hallucinating and missing home too much. As soon as he walked through the door, he felt at home. For the first time, he felt like everything was going to be okay, and you two would make Indianapolis your home. 

“Pietro?” You whispered, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was staring off into the kitchen, and he did not even notice you move to stand in front of him. In the time between you walking out of the bathroom and standing in front of him, you went into your bedroom and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt (both of which are Pietro’s) before you moved to stand in front of him. He finally snapped out of his thoughts when he felt your hands cradling his face as you forced him to look at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” He whispered back as he held your wrists and pulled you in for a kiss.

~~~~~

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[bad268]

I saw your thing about an Arvid Lindblad x reader story, and I have a few ideas. Perhaps they are all ready a couple, and everyone's doing something at Prema, and Y/n ends up falling asleep on Arvid's shoulder, and he kisses her head and comforts her, and everyone is just in awe of how adorable both of them are. Perhaps one of his teammates takes a photo of them.

it's just so adorable

love your work!!

His Backpack (Arvid Linblad X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (NGL THIS MADE ME OBSESSED)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (Arvid and Dino F2 teammates) Side note, requests are open for Arvid again (under the assumption I will be aging him up to F2 or F1, no exclusively F3 requests)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1154

Summary: Nothing…just some pictures of Arvid and his backpack…

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/redbull's Instagram)

For once this weekend, you were able to catch your breath. You were running around, following after your boyfriend and his teammates all weekend, but today it seemed even worse. You did not even have to do any of the racing or public appearances, but you were always by their sides, more specifically Arvid’s side. No matter what was going on, you were there holding his hand the entire time.

Well, unless he was doing an interview or in the car. In those cases, you were right off to the side or on the pit wall. It did not take long for Dino, Gabriele, and the rest of the team, minus Rene, to start calling you his backpack. Rene knew you were always like this, but he joined in the teasing every once in a while.

That was years ago and nothing changed.

Back to today, it was a race day. Qualifying went well for Arvid and Dino yesterday, and today was the sprint. Once again, Prema got a podium, and you were the loudest cheerer because it was your boyfriend on the top step once again.

Maybe it was all the cheering. Maybe it was the long walk between the paddocks. Maybe it was just because it’s Monaco. You were ready to pass out, and you would appreciate this debrief to end sooner rather than later. 

It had already been going on for an hour and a half. You gave up trying to read everyone’s lips after 30 minutes, opting to just rest your head against Arvid’s and play with his hands. He also knew you were tired. You only ever played with his hands when you were nervous or trying to keep yourself awake. 

“Hey,” he whispered to you as he took his headset off one ear momentarily. You looked up at him sleepily, causing a smile to spread on his face. “You can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re wrapping up, but it’s not gonna be anytime soon. Might as well get comfy.”

“If you’re sure,” You trailed off as you eyed him wearily, but he used his other hand to push your head back down to his shoulder. You did not oppose it one bit as you got comfortable while Arvid left a kiss on your forehead before putting the headphones back on correctly. 

You resituated yourself to be less on your own chair as you slowly moved your legs to be across Arvid’s lap, You cautiously looked at him, but he did not seem to care how you were practically sitting on his lap now. He just kept running his fingers up and down your back. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as you hid your face in his neck, given the new position. It was much more comfortable, so you were able to fall asleep in no time. 

When the briefing came to Arvid, suddenly, no one wanted to talk about work. 

“How long have they been asleep?” Rene was the first one to ask with a small smile. He had seen you two grow up together, and even he would be lying if he said he did not find your relationship adorable.

“The last half hour or so,” Arvid answered quietly as he looked down at you with a fond smile. You had shifted a little more, so your head was no longer on his shoulder or in his neck. You were more pressed against his chest, but you had also curled into yourself and closer to Arvid like you were cold. The smile dropped from Arvid’s face immediately at the thought of you being cold, so he slowly and carefully pulled off the Prema jacket he had been wearing. Thankfully, you were a heavy sleeper, so you did not even budge as he wrapped it around your shoulders. He watched your face change from a neutral, peaceful expression to a small smile as you pulled yourself closer to his body.

By the time Arvid finally looked up, he was met with the entire team staring at him. Dino had his phone out and was recording the entire interaction, causing Arvid to half-heartedly glare at him. 

“Please, don’t post that,” Arvid pleaded.

“I won’t, but I will send it in our group chat,” Dino laughed as he was already sending it to the entire team. “You guys are cute.”

“Don’t let them see that,” Arvid sighs, giving into the teasing, “They hate falling asleep in front of people.”

They finally switched the topic back to the race. Seeing you asleep made them realize that it was getting late, and they needed to be back at the track early the next day. They quickly ran through the last of the notes before releasing everyone to start wrapping up to head home. You told Arvid earlier that he should sort his things before the debrief, so he was ready to head out as soon as Rene called it. 

Arvid pulled out his phone from the jacket pocket to schedule an Uber to pick the two of you up before he looked down at you, still asleep. He did not have the heart to wake you up, so he unwrapped your arms from his waist and put them through the jacket sleeves. Then, he situated you on his back. It was something he had gotten pretty good at, and you did not even flinch when he stood up. He walked through the garage, saying good night to the team, all the while, carrying your sleeping form on his back. When he finished saying good night to the last member of the crew, he headed to the parking lot where the Uber was waiting to take you two to the hotel.

Sometime when he was walking around the garage, Dino took another picture of you two. Arvid did not have the chance to look at his phone until he had placed you on the hotel bed, and when he did, his face grew red. Not from embarrassment! He was blushing!

The pictures were so cute. He was surprised that Dino took such nice pictures even though he liked to tease you both the most. Arvid’s favorite picture, he does not even remember doing it, but Dino caught a moment where Arvid was looking at your head on his shoulder, smiling. Arvid immediately made that his lockscreen picture, and would show you the rest of them tomorrow. 

When he was about to shut his phone off for the night, one last text came in. Dino, of course, sent one last picture. This one was of you looking up at Arvid when you first moved onto his lap in the debrief. Arvid was distracted by the conversation, so he was looking off to the side, but that picture also became one of his favorites of all time. Then, Dino sent one last message. 

“Just some pictures of you and your backpack.”

Yup, Arvid and his backpack.

~~~~~

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[thursday]

social experiment:

reblog with your astrological sign and opinion on pineapple on pizza in the tags

[pucksandpower]

“Dude, who’s the hottest F1 driver?”

“Obviously, it’s Charles Leclerc. But there’s-”

“That’s such a basic fucking bitch answer.”

“All right, you want a real answer?”

“Yes!”

“Max Verstappen specifically when he’s all hot and sweaty after a race. Look it up.”

[thing268]

Real

[thestrangepeach]

I respectfully disagree

[girlnextvore]

this sims 2 ad has like such deep gay energy to it. Like this feels like queer history to me

[boingmann]