[SUNFLOWER BAR] BLUE LOOKS BETTER || FQ20 x Fem!Reader
paring: fabio quartararo x fem!reader and maybe some marc marquez x reader¿
type: parker's bar | martini glass, blue straw, overproof rum with red bull and passion fruit
request?: yes!! by @winwxn04
summary: fabio finally won, and even if all he wanted was to be with you everything seems to not like that idea very much, and he gets tired of it
word count: 1,1K
fc; n/a
warnings: jelousy, a bit of possessiveness¿, marc is also there
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The moment he swung off the bike, his eyes were searching—hungry, restless, desperate to find you. The victory was still buzzing in his veins, adrenaline blazing hot through his chest, a result that for so long had seemed like nothing more than a dream scribbled in the margins of his imagination. And yet, here it was, real, tangible, alive. But none of it meant anything until he felt you in his arms. Especially now, especially this time. His first win with you there to witness it—it was even more special.
And when he found you, when he finally reached you, he didn’t hesitate. He lifted you clean off the ground, spinning you as though the podium itself had given him wings. His mouth trailed frantic kisses across your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose—every bit of skin he could claim—while his arms locked tight around your waist.
You laughed, breathless, trying to keep up with his overflowing energy, though it was impossible to match the effusiveness pouring out of him. He was joy made flesh, radiating warmth in every touch, every laugh pressed into your skin.
“I’ll be right here, okay? Before my team drags me out of here.” His lips found yours again—quick, lingering—before the tide of blue uniforms pulled him back.
“Okay,” you smiled, brushing your fingers along his jaw, “I’ll go congratulate Marc.”
It didn’t surprise him. Not at all. After all, Marc was the reason you’d even met—the introduction at your first race, the spark that had altered everything. What did surprise him was how long you took to return. Long enough for joy to turn into impatience, impatience into unease, unease into a tight knot of irritation. Until at last, he went to look for you.
And there you were.
Marc’s arm draped over your shoulders, a champagne bottle tilted in your hand, your head tipped back in carefree laughter at whatever stupid thing he had whispered.
Fabio’s chest clenched instantly.
“Fabio, baby!” you grinned when you spotted him, waving as if nothing were wrong, as though his gaze hadn’t already turned sharp with jealousy.
He pressed his lips together, swallowing down the words clawing up his throat, and forced a smile instead. Measured steps carried him closer.
“Hi, gorgeous.” He looked at Marc with a polite nod. “Great race, man.”
“You too,” Marc replied easily, grin wide. “Glad to see you back around here.”
Fabio’s arm slid around your waist without hesitation, tugging you just enough that anyone could see what he was doing. Marc let him, amused. Fabio’s attempt at subtlety was laughably transparent, the jealousy written all over the hard set of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, the way his body pressed close like he couldn’t bear an inch between you.
And God, he was terrible at hiding it. Terrible—and ridiculously cute. You could never resist the urge to tease him when he was like this.
You leaned into Marc’s side a little more, tilting your head as if straining to catch something he was murmuring. Predictably, Fabio’s grip only tightened, his body sliding even closer until his warmth pressed flush against you.
“I think we should get going, don’t you think?” His tone was light, casual for anyone listening, but you could hear the strain, the possessiveness, the plea beneath it.
And then came the eyes. Those damn puppy eyes. Wide, soft, pleading, cutting through every ounce of your resistance. He leaned in close, voice meant for you alone.
“Because I think I earned a reward for today, huh?”
That was all it took. Your playful charade melted instantly. Marc’s laughter rang out, shaking his head—he knew this game well. He’d watched you use your closeness with him to rile up whoever you were seeing, and it never failed to amuse him.
But Fabio didn’t find it funny. Not at all.
The moment you slipped free of Marc’s side, Fabio’s hand locked around yours with possessive urgency. He didn’t wait, didn’t breathe, didn’t care who noticed—he pulled you away, weaving through the throng until he found the first door that offered him privacy.
The bathroom was stark, the fluorescent lights too bright after the chaos outside, tiles cold under your shoes. Fabio pressed you back against the door, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing.
“You can’t do that, for god’s sake—your boyfriend just got a win.”
It was the last coherent thing he managed before his mouth crashed against yours. The kiss was hot, desperate, all the adrenaline and emotion of the race condensed into one searing, devouring press of lips and teeth and need.
You kissed him back instantly, matching his urgency, though laughter bubbled up against his mouth mid-kiss. It only seemed to frustrate him more, his hands digging into your hips as though he could keep you from slipping away even in amusement.
“Someone got jealous, I see?” you teased breathlessly.
“You were supposed to be with me,” he muttered, his lips brushing your skin as his fingers caressed your hips, his gaze locked on you with a fierceness that made your chest ache. “But my team didn’t seem to get that.”
“And that’s why you dragged me into the bathroom.”
“Well, we needed privacy.”
“Yeah, real romantic setting to make out with me.” You laughed, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him, still pressed close.
“It’s a crime now to kiss my girlfriend?”
He was always touchy with you—you loved that about him. But today was different. Today he wasn’t just touchy. He was clinging, desperate, like the win meant nothing if he couldn’t share every heartbeat of it with you. And honestly? You couldn’t care less. Because it was his day. His win. His moment.
“Sure. Whatever makes you happy, pretty boy.” You booped his nose gently, and the storm inside him eased at once, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. That was all it ever took—each other.
“Let’s get back to the hotel. I need to rest with you before going out tonight.”
You slipped back out into the paddock when it seemed clear, his arm slung over your shoulder, your body leaning instinctively into his side.
“I was thinking about wearing that red dress I have.”
“Yeah, no way,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head dramatically with a sigh. “You look way better in blue.”
“Just because the winner boy asked me to.” You laughed, a little teasing from time to time wouldn’t hurt him, even if he tried to convince the world that it did “Even is he’s also the most dramatic one ever”
Fabio stood across the street, unable to move. You were sitting at a little café table under the sun, laughing with some guy he didn’t recognize—some faceless man with a perfectly rehearsed smile and a hand resting on top of yours. You didn’t pull away. You leaned into him.
Fabio called out, but no sound came out. The world was in color, but his voice was gone.
His legs felt heavy, glued to the ground as he watched the stranger lean in and kiss you.
And you kissed him back.
Not the kind of kiss you gave Fabio after a long day. Not the kind of kiss full of sleep and morning breath and love anyway. No, this was electric, fiery, full of something forbidden.
He couldn’t breathe.
The scene shifted. Now he was inside your shared apartment—except he wasn’t in it. You were there again, curled on the couch with the stranger, whispering secrets, laughing softly. There was no trace of Fabio in the room. No photos. No shoes at the door. Like he’d never existed.
He tried to scream, to break the glass between dream and reality. Tried to remind you of everything—your whispered promises, the mornings he woke up to you in his hoodie, the way you said his name like it tasted like home.
But you didn’t hear him.
You were in love.
With someone else.
And you looked happy.
“No—please…”
His voice finally came, hoarse, breaking through the haze.
“Please don’t leave me.”
---
You didn’t hear him wake up.
But when you stirred in the sheets, you noticed the space beside you was empty—still warm, but fading. The soft hum of early morning was broken only by the occasional creak of the apartment, the soft drip of water somewhere in the bathroom sink.
You sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“Fabio?” you called out, voice still heavy with dreams.
A quiet shuffle, then his voice came from the corner of the bedroom. “Yeah. I’m here.”
He stood shirtless, arms crossed, his eyes fixated on the floor as if it had betrayed him. His jaw was tight, expression unreadable in the soft golden light spilling through the curtains.
“You okay?” you asked.
A beat passed.
“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”
You tilted your head, noticing the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. Something was wrong—but he was shutting down instead of letting you in.
You reached for him, fingers brushing his wrist. He hesitated but let you pull him back into bed. He wrapped an arm around you, but he didn’t speak. His body was warm beside yours, but something about his presence felt… far away.
You let it go. For now.
---
Later that day...
You were texting your sister when you heard a sharp breath from beside you. Fabio was watching, arms folded over his chest like a barricade.
“Who are you texting?” he asked, voice light, but not casual.
You blinked. “Uh… my sister?”
He nodded slowly, like he didn’t believe you. His phone buzzed on the table, and he ignored it. You could see it—something gnawed at him, chewing through his usually soft demeanor.
At the café, the barista smiled at you. A harmless, polite smile.
Fabio’s grip on your waist tightened.
At home, when you laughed at a meme your friend sent you, Fabio stared at your phone like it held a secret he wasn’t allowed to know.
“Okay,” you said eventually, putting your phone down and folding your arms. “What is going on with you today?”
“Nothing,” he replied, too fast.
You sighed. “Fabio.”
He stood, pacing the room like his own thoughts were too loud.
“I had a dream last night,” he finally said. “About you. Cheating on me.”
You froze.
He looked away, ashamed. “I know it’s stupid. But it felt so real. You were with someone else. Laughing with him, kissing him, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to scream but no sound came out.”
“Fabio…”
“I know it wasn’t real, but it felt real. I woke up and my chest was tight and I… I couldn’t look at you the same for a moment. That’s why I’ve been weird. Every little thing today—every guy that looked at you, every message on your phone—my brain kept playing tricks on me.”
You crossed the room, wrapping your arms around him. “Oh, baby. You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want to seem crazy.”
“You’re not. You’re just human. And in love.”
He looked at you, eyes glassy with vulnerability. “I’m scared of losing you.”
You reached up to cradle his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You won’t. Not in dreams. Not in real life. I’m yours, Fabio.”
His lips met yours in a slow, aching kiss—like he was memorizing the shape of your love all over again. He exhaled like he hadn’t breathed properly all day.
When you pulled back, you grinned. “Maybe tonight I’ll dream that I cheated on you, just to teach my subconscious a lesson.”
He laughed, really laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Please don’t. I’d rather we dream of something better.”
“Like what?”
“Like… our wedding,” he whispered, almost shy.
Your heart skipped.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Quartararo.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice softer now. “Maybe. But I’d rather dream of forever with you than lose a second to nightmares.”
You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “Then forever it is.”
summary: the summer break was meant to be for recharging and relaxing, not romance but that all changed after y/n attends a motogp race and meets a certain rider
social media au ✨
yourusername
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yourusername: officially in holiday mode
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maxfewtrell: stop trying to steal my girlfriend
—yourusername: can you blame me when she looks that good
user: y/n in her party girl era and i’m here for it
user: trying to look respectfully 👀
pietra.pilao: my beautiful girl
—maxfewtrell: did you both forget i exist??
user: far to pretty to be a f1 driver
fabioquartararo20: 🔥
user: fabio we all saw that comment you aren’t being slick
user: not fabio being down bad in y/n comment section
yourusername
📍 Monaco, Monte Carlo 🇲🇨
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yourusername: sunny days back home ☀️
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pietra.pilao: stunning 😍
user: monaco looks so pretty !
alexandrasaintmleux: i need to know where you got that dress from
—yourusername: brb texting you the link !
user: so jealous of her lifestyle
user: can we have a moment for the croissants
fabioquartararo20: the views look great
—user: oh man he’s down bad for her
user: did fabio think he was being sneaky with that comment??
user: why is fabio trying to shoot he’s shot with y/n in her comment section
yourusername
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yourusername: gym hair don’t care
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fabioquartarao20: let me know if you ever need a running partner
—landonorris: could you be more obviously mate 🙄
user: not lando calling fabio out !
user: fitness queen !
pietra.pilao: missing my pilates buddy 😩
—yourusername: i miss you more !🥲
user: fabio should just ask y/n for her number in the comments at this point
iamrebeccad: the post run glow looks amazing on you
user: how can she still look so good after a work out
motogp
📍Red bull ring, Spielberg Austria 🇦🇹
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motogp: our favourite f1 driver Y/N Y/L/N is back in the paddock for this grand prix weekend
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yourusername: looking forward to another exciting weekend
mercedesamgf1: our girls fits never disappoints
—yourusername: who left admin unsupervised again ? 😂
user: i might scream if i see y/n in the yamaha garage again this weekend
user: is this fabio and y/n confirming something ?
landonorris: favourite driver ! what am i then !
—motogp: …our second favourite driver ?
user: are we seeing y/n entering her wag era
fabioquartararo20: hopefully she’s my good luck charm this weekend
—user: the man is incapable or not trying to flirt with y/n in any comment section
user: y/n proving to be the best dressed mercedes driver
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fabioquartararo20; little photo dump from the weekend 🇦🇹
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isackhadjar: who’s that chill guy in the last slide ?
user: y/n making an appearance on fabio instagram was not on my bingo card
user: our girl making not one but two appearances!
landonorris: thanks for the invite 🙄
—yourusername: sorry you don’t pass the vibe check
user: wonder if fabio posted that shirtless photo to impress a certain someone ??
yourusername: girl can’t eat her dinner in peace
—fabioquartararo20: couldn’t pass up on capturing the moment
user: f1 and motogp collide !
user: fabio and y/n dating rumours ??
author note: i’m so sorry this took me so long to post !! i have been so busy but am hoping to upload more regularly
reader being ill but still in the paddock for Fabio
You had kept your distance with Fabio throughout the weekend as you didn't want to get him sick and ruin the weekend. You had stayed in your bed for 24 hours and watched the qualifying in your hotel suite and was just drinking water in hope that you would stop throwing up your guts. It wasn't until the race day when you were seen in the back of the paddock, you had sunglasses on and was sat trying to focus on your boyfriend's race. Fabio was happy when he saw you, he softens and walks over to you. 'You made it' he grins. He kisses your face and gently caressing your face as he could see how pale you looked. 'Well done' you whisper as you rest your head on his shoulder, leaning your body on him as you feel so ill.
Y/N x Fabio Quartararo
Theme: smutish, teasing, touching, (little angsty)
Fabio invited you out on a ride and even though you're nervous, you're ready to go on this adventure.
word count: 1900+
taglist: @game-set-canet
open for requests :)
Standing in Fabio's garage, you can feel the anticipation bubbling within you. The sleek lines of his Yamaha YZR-M1 gleam under the overhead lights, a marvel of engineering and power. The thought of your upcoming ride sends a thrill through you, though your nerves jitter just beneath the surface.
Your hands trace the contour of the bike's fuel tank, imagining the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine beneath you.
Suddenly, you feel a familiar warmth as Fabio hugs you from behind, his strong arms encircling your waist. You melt into him, savoring the comfort of his embrace. The scent of his cologne, a mix of citrus and wood, wraps around you like a second hug, soothing your nerves.
"Hey," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. "Are you ready for our adventure?"
You lean back against him, tilting your head to catch his eye. "I'm a bit nervous," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before."
Fabio tightens his hold on you, his lips brushing against your temple in a gentle kiss.
"You'll be fine," he reassures you, his voice steady and calming. "I promise you'll enjoy it. Trust me."
There is something so reassuring about the confidence in his voice, the way he always seems to know exactly what to say to make you feel better.
He releases you briefly, and you turn to face him, catching the glint of excitement in his light brown eyes.
Right away, you find yourself captivated.
He is dressed in a black leather suit that mirrors his racing gear, yet it is more casual, almost effortlessly stylish. The way the leather hugs his body, accentuating his athletic frame, makes your heart skip a beat. The suit highlights his broad shoulders, toned arms, and narrow waist; each movement he makes exudes confidence and allure. It's clear he knows the effect it has; his playful smirk revealing his awareness.
With a boyish grin, he reaches for a hanger on the wall and pulls down one of his black leather jackets. It is beautifully crafted; the leather soft and supple yet sturdy.
"Here," he says, holding it out to me. "I want you to have this."
Your eyes widen in surprise. "Fabio, I can't take this. It's one of your racing jackets."
Fabio shrugs, his grin widening.
"Consider it a gift. Besides, it looks better on you."
Blushing, you take the jacket and slip it on. It fits perfectly, hugging your frame like it was made for you. The weight of it is comforting, and you can't help but smile as you zip it up.
Fabio steps back, admiring the sight with a satisfied nod.
As he moves around the garage, checking the bike and gathering the rest of your gear, you find yourself captivated by the way he carries himself again. There is a confidence in his stride, a quiet assurance that comes from years of knowing his skills on track. Even in this more relaxed attire, Fabio exudes a magnetic charm that draws your gaze.
"You look incredible," you blurt out, unable to contain your admiration.
He turns toward you with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do I know?"
You nod emphatically, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Seriously, Fabio. You look amazing in that."
He chucled softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Thank you," he replies sincerely, his voice low and velvety. "I'm glad you like it."
Like it?
You are practically mesmerized by it. The way the leather jacket molds to his torso, the way his movements seem effortlessly graceful yet purposeful—it is a side of Fabio you haven't seen up close before, and it is simply captivating.
As he finishes up with the bike, Fabio turns to face you fully, his gaze warm and inviting. "Ready to hit the road?"
You nod eagerly, the anticipation building within you. "Absolutely."
You spend the next few minutes adjusting the helmet until it fits snugly. Fabio checks everything meticulously; his attention to detail makes you feel even more secure.
Finally, he climbs onto the bike and gestures for you to join him. Your heart pounds as you swing your leg over and settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
The engine roars to life beneath you, and you feel a jolt of excitement mingling with your nerves.
"Ready?" Fabio calls over his shoulder.
You take a deep breath and nod, even though he can't see you. "Ready!"
With that, you are off.
The bike surges forward, and you tighten your grip around Fabio. The world blurs around you as you speed down the winding roads, the scenery a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The wind whips past you, cool and invigorating, and you find yourself laughing out loud at the sheer exhilaration of it all.
Fabio's expert handling of the bike is evident in every smooth turn and acceleration. He guides you effortlessly through the landscape, the powerful engine purring beneath you. Gradually, your nerves give way to pure joy. There is something magical about the freedom of the open road; the connection between you is amplified by the shared experience.
As you ride, your hands instinctively wander over Fabio's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the leather suit. You can hear him muttering something—a chuckle, even—and you know he enjoys the sensation as much as you do.
Encouraged, your hands move lower to his waist, feeling the flex and movement of his body as he expertly maneuvers the bike. The vibrations of the engine resonate through his chest, adding to the thrill.
Fabio then drives playfully, leaning into the curves with a confidence that makes the ride even more exhilarating. Subconsciously, your hands continue to explore, tracing the contours of his body, and you sense his enjoyment in the way his chest rumbles with laughter.
He speeds up again, and you hold on tighter, your hands clutching at his waist as the scenery whizzes past you. The rush of the wind and the feeling of being so close to Fabio combine to create an unforgettable experience. Each twist and turn brings a new surge of adrenaline, and you revel in the sensation of being utterly alive.
After a while, Fabio slows down and pulls off onto a scenic overlook. He kills the engine, and you both remove your helmets—the sudden silence almost startling. The view is breathtaking—a vast expanse of rolling hills and lush valleys stretching out beneath a clear blue sky.
Fabio turns to you, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.
You smile, feeling warmth spread through you. "Yes, I did. It was incredible."
He grins, his gaze unwavering. "I am glad to hear that."
After a brief pause, he continues, his voice laced with amusement. "Did you realize where your hands were during the ride?"
The question catches you off guard, and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. Your mind flashes back to the ride, your hands instinctively stroking his chest, moving lower to his waist. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment that you didn't fully realize how intimate my touch had been.
"I, um, I guess I got carried away," you stammer, looking down in embarrassment.
Fabio chickles softly, reaching out to tilt your chin up so you are looking into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed," he says gently. "I enjoyed it. I loved feeling your touch and knowing you were having a good time."
His words send a rush of warmth through you, and you can't help but smile. "Well, I did have a good time. A great time, actually."
"Good," he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "Because I wanted today to be special for us."
"It definitely is," you assure him, your voice filled with sincerity. "Being here with you, experiencing this- it means more than I can say."
Fabio leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It is gentle yet filled with unspoken promises, a testament to the connection you share.
When he pulls back, you can see the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his feelings reflect in every line of his face.
"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek.
Wrapping your arms around him, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of leather and cologne. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Fabio's embrace, you know that this day will be etched in your memory forever.
Eventually, you get back on the bike and make your way back home. During the ride, you hold on tight once more, but this time your touch is deliberate. Your hands wander over his chest, savoring the feel of the firm muscles beneath the soft leather of his jacket. The connection between you is electric, each stroke sending a thrill through both of you.
Fabio's reaction is immediate and palpable. The way he moves in his seat, the subtle shifts of his body tell you he is enjoying himself immensely. You can sense the pleasure radiating from him—a mutual enjoyment that heightens the thrill of the ride.
With each mile, the bond between you grows stronger. The rhythmic vibrations of the engine, the rush of the wind, and the intimate contact all combine to create a heady sense of pure hedonism.
Fabio is humming, his entire being resonating with the joy of the ride and the closeness of your bodies.
The riad unfurls before you like a ribbon, the fading light casting ling shadows that dance along the pavement. Every curve and straightaway is a new adventure, and you can feel Fabio's excitement echoing yours.
He leans into the turns with an expert grace, the bike responding to his every command as if it were an extension of himself.
Your hands continue to explore, moving lower to his waist, feeling the powerful muscles flex with each movement.
Fabio's quiet chuckles and murmurs of pleasure reach your ears, and you know he is relishing the sensations as much as you are. The intimacy of the moment, the shared experience, is intoxicating.
As you near his home, the scenery becomes more familiar, but the excitement doesn't diminish. If anything, it grows more intense, the anticipation of what is to come mingling with the lingering thrill of the ride.
When Fabio finally pulls into his garage and cuts the engine, the sudden silence is almost eerie.
You dismount, and you remove your helmet, shaking out your hair. Fabio turns to you, his eyes glowing with a mixture of exhilaration and something deeper. He steps closer, his hands finding yours, pulling you into a close embrace.
"How was that?" he asks, his voice low and velvety.
"Amazing," you reply, breathless from the ride and the intensity of your connection. "I loved every moment."
He smiles, his hands moving to cup your face gently. "You make everything better," he murmurs, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
You melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. The warmth of his body, the scent of leather and cologne, the lingering excitement from the ride- all combine to create a perfect moment.
summary: it was always the same cycle with you and fabio during race season, and you were finally sick of it. Being done with fabio was easier said than done, though
inspired by / recommended listen while reading: i like that | sistar
content/warnings: very ANGSTYYY!!
word count: 885
pairing: fabio quartararo x reader
series: kpop x lomlando | intended to be read as a stand-alone story!!
a/n: oh my god, do i love a good angsty story
You had been angry with Fabio before, but this time the anger seemed to have settled differently in your heart. It went deeper, it was heavier, it felt like it was trapped, and had nowhere left to go. You were exhausted of the same cycle every season. The commitments he made before he left that he never seemed to be able to keep, the lack of communication that crept in during race weeks. But above everything else, you were tired of the way he always strolled back into your life expecting things to still be alright.
You told him plainly during your last argument that you were done with the cycle, that it wasn’t fair to either of you to keep this game going. He did nothing more than nod and say “Okay” before he disappeared into the Motegi chaos, like the words had meant nothing to him. Like the relationship had meant nothing to him.
So you swore that when he came home, you would say goodbye and be gone from his life forever. You wouldn’t fold the way you always did. You were tired of seemingly loving him more than he loved you.
But when the front door opened, and he finally stepped inside, the energy in the entire house seemed to shift.
He looked like a wreck, both physically and emotionally. His hair was an awkward length like his schedule had been too packed to even find time to visit the barber, a bruise was peaking out from his worn t-shirt along his arm, his shoulders slumped from more than just one race weekend that clearly didn’t go well. Even the sound his bag made when he dropped to the floor was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
He didn’t speak, and you didn’t either.
Fabio just walked toward you slowly, like he was giving you time to push him away. You told yourself you would. You told yourself this was your moment to prove that you meant what you said to him in Japan.
Yet you stayed perfectly still while he sat beside you on the couch. Silence stretched between the two of you until it physically hummed in your ears. You were ready for another chance to prove yourself, to prove that you both were caught in a vicious cycle of broken promises and miscommunication. You were ready for him to try charming his way back in with some half-smile, promises to communicate better, some gentle brush of his fingers down your arm.
But none of that came; instead, he simply leaned over and rested his forehead against your shoulder.
It was such a small gesture, and yet, it seemed to shatter any wall you had built up instantly.
Your throat tightened. His breath was warm on your collarbone. He didn’t touch you any further, didn’t ask for forgiveness that he hadn’t earned. He just let himself be close to you in the simplest, most vulnerable way he knew.
When he finally spoke, his voice was small and soft.
“I can’t lose you.”
You closed your eyes because it didn’t seem fair. He wasn’t supposed to sound like that. He was supposed to turn on his quintessential Fabio charm of bright smiles and flirty winks. But yet here he was, quiet, broken, and showing you the parts of himself that even you had only been able to see a handful of times.
You hated how quickly your anger softened. You hated how he seemed to know how to undo your anger. You hated that you kept letting him in your heart again.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself not to lean into him even though your body begged you to. “You say that,” you murmured. “But nothing ever seems to change.”
He lifted his head, eyes tired but achingly sincere. “I know.”
That wasn’t the response you expected. Normally, he tried to reassure you, to talk you down with appealing lies and soft touches. But now he just looked at you as if he was finally seeing the expense of everything he’d taken for granted.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered. “I’ll do it right this time. I promise. Just tell me.”
And then his voice cracked, and that was what broke you. It wasn’t the words. It wasn’t the promise. It was the genuine worry underneath the words he spoke.
Your fingers twitched closer to him before you could stop them, brushing gently against his hand. His breath hitched, barely audible, as if that tiny contact meant more than any audible forgiveness you could offer.
“I don’t want to lose you either,” you admitted softly.
The confession hung in the air between you for a few moments, taking up all of the space in the room.
Fabio exhaled shakily and leaned his forehead against yours, your noses almost touching. There were no smiles, no attempts at flirty charm, just something raw and real. Something that finally felt like the truth.
“You always seem to come back to me,” you whispered.
He nodded, eyes closing. “Let me be better. I promise I can.”
And for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to fully believe him, even if deep down it scared you. You just couldn’t seem to push him away.
reader trying to keep fabios mood up after crashing out in testing and breaking his finger
‘Well atleast you have nine more’ you tell him which doesn’t get a laugh from him that you thought it would. You hug his arm and rest your head on his shoulder, he leans his head on yours. ‘The season hasn’t even started and it’s already gone to shit’ he whispers. Everyone knows he hasn’t had the best of the luck recently and it seems like this season was going to be the same. ‘I am missing the launch’ he pouts. ‘Yes but hopefully this means the rest of the season will be in your favour and you’ll be back’ you tell him softly. You reminding him who he is and to keep his head up, and to trust the process, telling him that at the end of the season he’ll be thankful that this happened because he learnt something new.
❀ summary: arvid and his girlfriend try to have a meal out without getting 'glutened'
❀ warnings: both arvid and reader have coeliac disease
❀ authors note: this was one that came into my head when i found out that arvid had coeliac disease like me. i'll be getting back to writing requests now
❀ coeliac disease: an autoimmune condition where eating gluten triggers an immune reaction that damages the small intestine, leading to digestive issues and nutrient deficiencies
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The restaurant was small, warm and far too crowded for a Thursday night.
Golden lights reflected against dark windows, conversations blending together into a constant low hum while waiters moved between tightly packed tables carrying trays balanced carefully against their shoulders. It should have felt romantic. The kind of place people recommended online with words like hidden gem and authentic atmosphere.
Instead, she was staring at the menu like it might personally betray her.
Across from her, Arvid was doing exactly the same thing.
It would have been funny if it wasn’t so painfully familiar.
“You found anything safe yet?” He asked her, glancing up briefly.
She huffed a quiet laugh. “Depends how much I trust the phrase ‘gluten friendly’.”
Arvid grimaced immediately. “Yeah. No.”
That was the thing about dating someone else with coeliac disease. There was no awkward explanation needed. No trying to justify why wording mattered. No pretending she wasn’t anxious about cross contamination because she didn’t want to seem difficult.
He just automatically got it.
It was one of the first things that had surprised her about him – not the fact that he had coeliac disease too, but the relief she felt when she found out.
Because suddenly there had been someone else checking ingredient lists without embarrassment. Someone else who paused automatically at buffet tables. Someone who understood why “just pick the croutons off” wasn’t actually a solution.
For the first time in a relationship, she didn’t feel high maintenance for wanting to eat safely.
A waiter appeared beside their table, pen already poised over his notepad.
“Ready to order?”
Arvid glanced up. “We just had a couple of questions about cross contamination first.”
The waiter’s smile flickered slightly.
“Okay…”
“The chips,” she said carefully. “Are they fried separately?”
The waiter blinked at her. “They’re gluten free.”
Arvid and her exchanged the same look instantly.
Not the answer.
“But are they cooked in a shared fryer?” Arvid clarified gently.
“Oh.” The waiter shifted awkwardly. “I think everything goes in the same oil.”
“Okay,” Arvid said easily, not annoyed, just factual. “Then those won’t work.”
The waiter nodded, though he looked slightly confused by the distinction.
“And the gravy,” she added carefully, “does that contain flour at all?”
“It should be fine,” he said quickly.
Should.
Her stomach tightened automatically.
Arvid noticed immediately.
“Coud you check?” He asked politely.
Something in the waiter’s expression changed then. It wasn’t rude exactly, but tired in a way she recognised instantly. The kind of look people got when they thought dietary restrictions were more inconvenience than necessity.
“You guys are really strict about it, huh?” He said with a small laugh.
There it was.
She felt herself tense slightly in her seat as Arvid’s expression stayed calm.
“We both have coeliac disease,” he explained evenly.
The waiter blinked. “Oh.”
There was no understanding there, just surprise.
Probably because they were young. Because neither of them looked visibly sick. Because people had heard gluten free and thought wellness influencers and fad diets before they thought autoimmune disease.
“Well,” the waiter said awkwardly, “a little bit probably won’t hurt.”
The silence settled with the familiar exhaustion in his chest.
It wasn’t anger anymore because she had spent years hearing versions of that sentence.
One bite won’t kill you.
Can’t you cheat just this once?
You’re too young to have actual health issues.
Across the table, Arvid set his menu down carefully.
“It actually would,” he said calmly.
The waiter flushed slightly.
“It’s an autoimmune disease,” Arvid continued, still perfectly polite. “Even cross contamination can make us unwell.”
Something softened in the waiter’s expression then, embarrassment replacing dismissal.
“Oh. sorry. I didn’t realise.”
“It’s okay,” she said quietly, before Arvid could respond further. “People usually don’t.”
And that was true too.
People rarely understood because gluten intolerance had somehow become trendy enough that coeliac disease stopped sounding serious to anyone who hadn’t experienced it firsthand.
The waiter nodded quickly. “I’ll go ask the kitchen properly.”
As he walked away, she leaned back slightly in her chair, exhaling through her nose.
Arvid looked at her. “You okay?”
She nodded automatically before sighing. “I’m just tired of feeling dramatic every time I ask if food is safe.”
His expression softened instantly.
“You’re not dramatic.”
“I know, logically,” she said. “But people always look at us as if we’re being difficult.”
Arvid rested his elbows lightly against the table. “That’s because most people think gluten free means preference.”
She laughed humourlessly. “Yeah.”
He tilted his head slightly. “My uncle still offers me normal bread every time I see him.”
She blinked at him. “You’re joking.”
“I wish.”
That pulled a real laugh out of her this time.
“He says exposure builds tolerance.”
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
They both laughed softly then, the tension easing slightly between them. It was strange sometimes, how comforting shared frustration could be.
Not because either of them enjoyed it, but because neither of them had to explain why it mattered.
Arvid understood the anxiety around restaurants. The instinctive label checking. The awkwardness of asking too many questions and feeling every pair of eyes at the table drift towards you.
He understood the fear of accidentally getting sick from something that should have been safe.
And maybe more importantly, he understood the emotional exhaustion that came with constantly advocating for yourself.
The waiter returned a few minutes later, noticeably more serious now.
“Okay,” he said carefully. “The chef said the grilled chicken and risotto can both be made completely gluten free separately.”
Arvid nodded. “Perfect, thank you.”
“And we’ll do the chips separately too.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh.”
The waiter gave her an apologetic smile. “Chef said he can use fresh oil.”
Something in her chest loosened unexpectedly.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
This time, he seemed genuine when he smiled back. After he left again, Arvid leaned back in his chair.
“That’s better.”
She smiled faintly. “You scared him.”
“I did not.”
“You used your racing driver voice.”
“My what?”
“The calm but slightly terrifying one.”
He snorted. “I don’t have one of those.”
“You absolutely do.”
The corners of his mouth lifted, soft and warm in a way that made something settle quietly in her chest.
It wasn’t just that he understood the medical side of it.
It was the way he never made her carry the responsibility alone.
If a waiter dismissed her, he noticed. If she got anxious about food, he stepped in naturally. Not because he thought she couldn’t handle it herself, but because he understood how exhausting it was doing it constantly.
She had spent years feeling like the difficult person at the table.
With Arvid, she never did.
Their food arrived eventually, steam curling softly into the warm restaurant air. For once, she ate without second guessing every bite and that alone felt intimate somehow.
Halfway through the meal, Arvid looked up from his plate suddenly.
“You know what’s weird?”
“What?”
“This is probably the least stressed I’ve ever been eating out since I was diagnosed.”
Her chest tightened slightly at the honesty in his voice.
“Yeah,” she admitted softly. “Me too.”
He shrugged lightly, like it was obvious. “I don’t have to explain anything to you.”
The simplicity of the statement hit harder than she expected because neither did she.
She didn’t have to explain why she checked labels three times. Why she panicked if someone used the same knife for the bread and butter. Why she carried snacks in her bag just in case there was nothing safe somewhere.
She didn’t have to justify why getting glutened wasn’t ‘just a stomach ache’.
Arvid already knew.
And sitting across from him, warm light reflecting in his eyes while he stole half her gluten free chips without asking, she realised how rare that kind of understanding actually was.
Not sympathy or pity. Just someone who understood the shape of it.
“You know,” Arvid said casually, reaching for his drink, “this might be the healthiest relationship either of us have ever had.”
She laughed immediately. “Becuase we both interrogate restaurant staff?”
“Exactly.”
A grin spread across his face. “Shared trauma.”
“Oh my god,”
He laughed softly as she kicked him lightly under the table.
The warmth in her chest stayed there long after. For the first time in a very long time, managing her illness didn’t feel lonely.
So I (again) wanted to ask you if you could write something with Arvid Lindblad and Gabriel Borteto (two different fictions) where the reader and the driver are first best friends and they start dating, but secretly and the grid finds out but like each one in their own way(like when they make out or just cudle)
if not that’s fine too
Caught in 4K (By The Entire Grid)
Arvid Lindblad x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Arvid and the reader try to keep their new relationship secret, but the grid keeps catching them — from accidental cuddles to full‑on make‑outs — until everyone figures it out in their own chaotic way.
Moonlight Radio: My first Arvid fic! I hope u like it!
Arvid Lindblad had been your best friend since you were both barely tall enough to see over the karting steering wheel.
The kind of friendship where you didn’t need words, where you could read each other’s moods from a single look, where everyone just assumed you’d end up together someday.
And then you did.
Quietly.
Softly.
Secretly.
Three months of stolen moments, late‑night calls, and the kind of kisses that made your stomach flip like a badly executed chicane. Three months of pretending nothing had changed while everything had.
The grid didn’t know.
Your teams didn’t know.
Your friends didn’t know.
But they were about to.
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THE FIRST DISCOVERY — Ollie Bearman (accidentally traumatised)
It happened in the most predictable way possible: you and Arvid were terrible at being subtle.
You were in his driver room before FP2, sitting on the little sofa with your legs thrown over his lap while he scrolled through his phone. It wasn’t even romantic — just comfortable, familiar, the way you’d always been… except now he kept absentmindedly rubbing circles on your calf.
You didn’t hear the door open.
But Ollie did.
“Hey, Arv, have you seen my—OH MY GOD.”
You and Arvid froze like two guilty raccoons.
Ollie blinked. Blinked again. Pointed at your legs on Arvid’s lap.
“Are you—? Is this—? Are you two—?!”
Arvid sighed, head falling back dramatically. “Mate, can you not announce it like you’re discovering a crime scene.”
Ollie’s eyes widened. “SO YOU ARE DATING?!”
You groaned into your hands. “Ollie, please don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not making it weird! You two are making it weird! I walked in on—on—LEG TOUCHING!”
Arvid deadpanned, “We’ve done worse.”
“ARVID.”
Ollie shrieked, left the room, came back, pointed at you both again, then left again.
The secret was officially dying.
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THE SECOND DISCOVERY — Kimi Antonelli (walked in at the worst possible moment)
You and Arvid were in the back of the hospitality area, tucked behind a stack of tyres, because apparently you both had the survival instincts of wet cardboard.
He had you pressed against the wall, kissing you like he’d been waiting all day — which he had — hands warm on your waist, your fingers in his hair, the whole thing very cinematic.
Until Kimi rounded the corner.
He stopped.
You stopped.
Arvid did not stop until you smacked his shoulder.
Kimi blinked once. Twice. Then:
“…Should I… leave?”
Arvid groaned into your neck. “Yes. Please. Immediately.”
Kimi nodded slowly, backing away like he’d encountered a wild animal.
“I didn’t see anything,” he said.
“You saw everything,” you replied.
“I definitely saw everything,” he corrected, then disappeared.
Arvid dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “We’re so bad at this.”
“You’re so bad at this,” you corrected.
He kissed you again anyway.
---
THE THIRD DISCOVERY — The Entire Grid (group chat meltdown)
It happened because of one photo.
You and Arvid were sitting on the pit wall after qualifying, his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest. Someone — you still don’t know who — snapped a picture.
Ten minutes later, the F1 drivers’ group chat exploded.
Lando: WHY IS ARVID CUDDLING SOMEONE WHO IS NOT ME
Ollie: THAT’S Y/N
Lando: WHAT
George: wait are they dating
Kimi: yes
Arvid: KIMI
Kimi: sorry
Max: I knew it
Oscar: you absolutely did not
Charles: this is so cute I am crying
Carlos: I give it 3 months before they move in together
Arvid: PLEASE STOP
You: hi everyone :)
Lewis: congrats you two
Fernando: don’t break up mid‑season it’s bad for performance
Arvid: THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT FERNANDO
You buried your face in your hands while Arvid laughed so hard he nearly fell off the pit wall.
“Well,” you said, “the secret’s out.”
He looked at you, eyes softening in that way that made your heart do stupid gymnastics. “I don’t mind.”
“Really?”
He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I like being yours. I don’t care who knows.”
You smiled, leaning into him. “I like being yours too.”
He kissed your forehead — gentle, warm, familiar.
And somewhere in the paddock, you could practically feel the grid watching.
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EPILOGUE — The Next Race
You and Arvid walked into the paddock hand‑in‑hand.
Every driver you passed wolf‑whistled, clapped, or made obnoxious kissing noises.
Author Note: Honestly wrote this cause I was bored. Part 2 maybe?
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The Girl Is Mine — Michael Jackson
——
Driving for RedBull was great, everything you could’ve asked for. The only thing was that you were a girl, in a male dominated sport.
Not F1, but NASCAR was no better when it came to misogyny.
So imagine your surprise when you and some friends were out karting for a weekly hangout and NASCAR RedBull approaches you with an opportunity.
And of course you said yes, why wouldn’t you? You were broke and in high school. As far as you knew you had all the time in the world. But that was two years ago, now you’re 19, and making your NASCAR debut as the only girl on the grid.
In the meantime, the media teams have been bleeding you dry for content, anything to make an image for yourself. That included making videos with sister teams in other motorsports, including a certain VCARB rookie.
After your first video together people have been posting edits and cooking up non-existent tension. The video was some dumb drawing each other game, so obviously viewers were commenting on the intense glances. The glances were really glares. Different motorsports didn’t stop people from being rivals apparently.
Though you had to admit he was kind of cute.
Before becoming a racer, you were just a normal fan yourself, RedBull shirts gifted from friends and your own money, and the TurboAttax trading cards filling various binders– how you rolled your eyes slightly when pulling and F2 Arvid Lindblad ‘Stars of Tomorrow’ card after Yuki’s demotion announcement, but you couldn’t stop the feeling in your chest as the shiny card looked at you.
Of course it didn’t help that he was there.
Though you couldn’t tell if he really wanted to be there or not. You silently hoped he did.
You grabbed a RedBull from the garages mini fridge– your favourite perk of the job– and leaned on the barrier, glad that not all the cameras were on you, though you could feel the reporters eyes on you– probably talking about you behind your back, how you weren’t ready for such a position as a teenager.
Though you were snapped out of your thoughts as Mia, the social media admin, snuck up on you, “You see who’s here?” She grinned, raising an eyebrow, standing beside you, head whipping to where Arvid was being swarmed with cameras. You sighed, could she be anymore obvious, “Yeah, but why is he here? Shouldn’t his teammate, or the RedBull Racing drivers be here?” Mia looked back at you, he was invited for more promotion stuff, the viewers love the tension!”
Really…?
“You mean the tension of concentration of drawing the other?” You clarified, still thinking it was a joke, because in all honestly it still seemed like a joke. It all seemed like a joke. Out of all the drivers in the world they chose a girl who karts for fun and fresh out of high school, and sure you underwent their driver program, but seriously? You were the least qualified person. And everyone knew that.
“He’s coming over, act natural!” Mia fixed her hair eagerly, “Huh?” you were awoken once more, Arvid in front of you now, “Good luck with your first race. You got this, yeah?” His eyes were wrinkled, trying to block out the setting sun.
But you could only stare, he looked older than the photo from the card you had. Which was currently in your phone case. Like any normal fan. Though older wasn’t an awful thing, he’d grown into his features, hair a little shorter– like a short mullet– but still dark and curly, he was also more muscular, you think, or maybe that was just your imagination running a little too free.
After a slightly uncomfortable silence Mia let out a cough, signaling for you that Arvid was still waiting for a reply. “Oh yeah, right. Yes, totally, got this. I got this.” Ouch. That was embarrassing… “Photos for the socials?” Mia spoke, raising the media phone. You and Arvid shuffled beside each other awkwardly, arms by your sides, “Don’t be scared!” Mia insisted, you couldn’t tell if this was better or worse. Arvid wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you wrapped your arm around his waist, the space closed even more. “Now smile like you like each other!” finally you smiled, a genuine laugh left both you and Arvid as Mia, and other bystanders, snapped photos, “Aw! So cute!” Mia exclaimed.
You and Arvid quickly released each other, stepping away, avoiding eye contact. Before you could say a word to Arvid, Mia spoke up, “There are finally some reporters that want to talk to you.” You nodded, sending a sheepish smile Arvid’s way, “It was nice seeing you again.” You spoke softly, Arvid gave a curt nod, “You too, and good luck, again.” “Thanks.”
You groaned following behind Mia, “That was great!” she exclaimed, “I think we have different definitions of great Mia…” She laughed a little. At least she thought you were funny…
Another thing that drove fans crazy was the fact that both you and Arvid used the number 41 for racing. Another freak accident really, in NASCAR the teams own whatever numbers, 41 was one of your only options– really you wouldn’t have chosen it if you didn’t have to. But now under every edit of you two theres #4141 which you assume is supposed to be a ship thing, you had to admit you never understood that much either. It just came with the job, you thought.
Interviews were like any other, the reporters asking rather personal questions and you dying inside asking Mia every other minute when you’d be done. And finally after two hours of various news outlets asking you variations of the same questions you were set free. You let out a sigh of relief, the air smelling of gasoline, a smell you’ve come to love after the countless hours spent in the garages.
You spotted Arvid almost instantly, again, you never meant to, but he was right there, and you couldn’t help but notice. And he seemed to notice too, to your dismay. Mia had disappeared from your side, leaving you to fend for yourself. “Fancy bumping into you here.” Arvid joked, it wasn’t funny, but that’s what made it funny. “Have you been taken around the track yet?” It was something usually offered for younger kids or celebrity guests, so technically he was a celebrity, “No I haven’t…” he trailed off, “Would you like to?” You finally asked, and Arvid’s face lit up, “Yeah!”
So here you were. Driving– racing– around the track, Arvid squealing beside you, taking awful photos of you, the track, himself. There were times where you’d slam on the breaks, causing Arvid to smack his helmeted head onto the dashboard, making him laugh even harder. And man, was his laugh contagious.
Your face was sore as you exited the car, rubbing your aching cheeks, still laughing as Arvid reenacted your driving. This time you didn’t notice the people taking photos. In this moment it was only you and Arvid being normal teenagers– or as normal as two high level racing teenagers could get.
You’d managed to snag third place in your first race, which was a huge feat. Only, there was no trophy for third place. And if you're not first place, then you’re last place. That was some random quote your dad would recite as a joke when watching other races, in reality he was calling you a future champion, and your mom squeezed you extra tight– thankful that you didn’t crash.
You were running on pure adrenaline that you didn’t think twice about embracing Arvid, your sweaty form embracing his sunkissed skin. You were both hot– temperature wise– but you didn’t let go. Cameras continued to flash around you as Arvid congratulated you, voice loud in your ears “I told you, you had it!” he exclaimed, “Maybe next time I’ll be first!” “I’ll make sure to be there, then.” He held the back of your head, supporting your weak knees, the adrenaline finally wearing off, face still flushed.
After the excitement wore off you and Arvid properly exchanged contact information, and a loose promise that you’d show up for his next race, though you had to admit you were over the moon to be able to experience a VIP treatment in the paddock, to be able to see everything up close, and to get to know the real Arvid a little bit more. Away from all the cameras.
pairing . . . arvid lindblad x long!term!gf!reader
summary . . . When you finally get to attend the Silverstone GP with your boyfriend Arvid, the last thing that you'd expected that he'd win it in his rookie year. But he still does, with the help of most of the grid getting DNFs or slow stops, and you and his family are there to witness it
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . girls from pin!
alexavia yaps . . . the request said first home race win in f1 so i lwk had to sacrifice most of the grid, mb 💔 but anyway i hope you guys like this!! ALSO IT CAN BE TAKEN AS A PART TWO OF love looks pretty on you SOO YEAH IT MIGHT INCLUDE REFRENCES FROM THERE. also lets ignore how this took me a month!
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yourusername schools FINALLY over which means summers here which means i finally get to attend f1 races 😋😋
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username3 y/n FINALLY blessed us with the arvid content
username4 let's ignore arvid and focus on that DELCIOUS looking cake in the last slide
username5 UGH YESSSS
username6 and the coffee? we NEED y/n to drop the location
username7 why is her school so aesthetic i needdd
username8 HELL YEAHHH hundred and four days of summer vacation
arvid.lindblad i'll win the next race for you btw
yourusername rookie saying this btw 😂😂😂
arvid.lindblad wow okay i guess
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arvid.lindblad why'd you tell me basically the same thing twice
yourusername because they both sounded good and i wanted to say both and because i didn't know which one to say
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yourusername of course i do
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yourusername no me more
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yourusername yuh uh
arvid.lindblad kiss me if i'm wrong you love me less than i love you
yourusername OH YOU DIDN'T
yourusername come here tho
arvid.lindblad yes ma'am 🫡🫡
username9 um paddock apperance when??
username10 we need y/n content y/n please post yourself not arvid please y/n we need to see you
username11 HELP this sounds like a medieval letter or something idk 😭😭😭😭
username12 lovely pics!
username13 okay so like y/n will attend every race this summer.....right?
username14 arvid cannot possibly fight us all for this beautiful stunning gorgeous lady
yourusername real (also tysm 😘😘)
arvid.lindblad the corner WILL be seeing me cry today
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arvid.lindblad and i CAN fight all of you (by running you over with my car)
username14 DID Y/N AND ARVID JS REPLY TO ME?? AND HAVE AN ENTIRE CONVO???
username15 LUCKY WTF IM JEALOUSSS
username16 yummy yummy in my tummy (the food not him)
username17 oh he ATE
username18 how is her school so aesthetic
username19 and don't even get me started on the UNIFORMS
username18 my school is lit molding 😭
username19 HELP
username20 their conversations are so funny im sobbing
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arvid.lindblad friday = f1 weekend in my home race 💪💪🎉
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username21 the caption is taking me out 😭😭 the emojis are so funny
username22 SILVERSTONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
username23 FINALLYYY british mania
username24 the livery is acc so pretty
username25 didn't know how much i yearn for arvid in a vcarb jacket but here i am
username26 GOD BLESS BRITIAN (and arvid)
username27 GOD BLESS INDIA (and arvid)
username28 GOD BLESS SWEDEN (and arvid)
username29 peakest weekend ever this season btw
username30 one year ago nico hulkenberg FINALLY got a podium so hopefully this year it's arvid's turn
arvid.lindblad okay wait that's actually really sweet thanks my love you are the light of my life i love you SOOOOOO much ☺☺🤍🤍💗
pepemartiofficial i translated it and its just a bunch of HORRIBLE HORRID HORRIFYING grammar
yourusername who invited you??
pepemartiofficial OUR boyfriend
yourusername no
olliebearman I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT SAYS I CAN'T FIND A TRANSLATOR
pepemartiofficial it said, and i quote "may god bless you on this race and i hope you win and get the fastest position in practice and get pole and win the race and i hope the rain takes out your competitors and you get first may god answer my wishes and may god also grant you luck and i wish for you to be fortunate this entire weekend and have the best race ever on your rookie year and i also hope you win your home race in your rookie season may god answer my prayers" in all caps too
olliebearman interesting.....
pepemartiofficial indeed
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arvid.lindblad and MY post btw
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olliebearman curiosity killed the cat but in my case curiosity killed the bear
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arvid.lindblad y/n at this point just comment a new comment
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arvid.lindblad can't wait....?!
username32 CUTIEEEEE
username33 the vcarb vid he and liam filmed yesterday was so funny i hope they do one again today
username34 ARVID UPLOADED A SELFIE OF HIM AND Y/N THAT MEANS Y/N PADDOCK APPERANCE
username35 FUHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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username37 lwk if he isn't in the points i'll cry i'm not even joking atp
username38 GOATVID>>>>>
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arvid.lindblad wtf
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yourusername see i left you speechless
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yourusername i crumbled and combusted and died btw
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yourusername because you look so handsome and then call me love and expect me to act normal 💔💔💔
arvid.lindblad stop making me blush do you even see YOURSELF??? i'd combust and die if you even spared me a glance let alone be MY GIRLFRIEND and LOVE ME
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arvid.lindblad what
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arvid.lindblad my loss i guess
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username39 interesting convo....
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f1 after getting p2 and p4 in fp2 and fp3 respectively, arvid lindblad races his vcarb to p6 in quali! spectacular result for the young rookie who is racing his first season and his best one yet in fp2, fp3 and quali 🏆🏎💪
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username41 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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username44 i think y/n is a little bit excited for arvid...
username45 YOU THINK?
username46 IM CRYING I ACCIDENTALLY RELOADED WHEN THERE WERE LIKE 2 COMMENTS AND THEN I SEE LIKE 14 COMMENTS FROM Y/N I CANT
username47 ew why is he doing good
username48 NOOOO HES GONNA GET PROMOTED TO REDBULL
username49 in front of him are the two mclarens, and the two mercedes', and max 💔💔💔
username50 well max said theres a 99% chance he gets a new suspension after that collision with pierre so he's prob gonna start from the pitlane
usernamre49 so then arvid will prob be p5 right?
username50 mhm
username51 vcarb 1-2 trust trust
username52 CONGRATS ARVID !!
username53 f1 FINALLY posting arvid content after like 10 races
username54 okay imagine papaya rules happens and the mclarens crash into each other and then george takes out max and himself out and then kimi has a mistake so then arvid is p1
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username56 no
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username58 is WHAT
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username60 rainstorm approachinggg
(A/N: guys PLEASEEE get this fic some attention bc this live timing thing and grid classification and highlights took me like an hour and a half of researching and writing so PLEASEE blow this up <3 and PLSS read the section too i BEG YOU IT TOOK ME AGESS! TYSM FOR READING THO!)
2026 F1 QATAR AIRWAYS BRITISH GRAND PRIX LIVE TIMING
FORMATION LAP: Oracle Red Bull Racing driver Max Verstappen has suffered a loss in his P2 result in qualifying and will be starting from the pitlane. This promotes Lando Norris, George Russell, Andrea Kimi Antonelli, and Arvid Lindblad to P2, P3, P4, and P5 respectively. This is it for our top 5, meanwhile the rest of the grid move up one place all the way until P19, all lining up behind Oscar Piastri who is today's polesitter.
LAP 3: MoneyGram Haas driver Oliver Bearman reports raindrops falling on his visor approaching Turn 15. Conditions remain dry elsewhere on the circuit for now.
LAP 7: Light rain has begun falling in Sector 3 and is expected to drift toward the start-finish straight within the next few laps. Teams monitoring closely.
LAP 12: INCIDENT. Franco Colapinto loses control on the exit of Stowe and crashes heavily into the barriers. Lance Stroll collects Colapinto's detached front wing and suffers suspension damage. Both drivers retire from the race.
LAP 14: SAFETY CAR DEPLOYED. Marshals clear debris as rain intensity increases. Several frontrunners pit for intermediate tyres.
LAP 15: Mixed fortunes in the pitlane! McLaren delayed during a double stack, while Mercedes report an issue fitting George Russell's front left tyre, costing valuable time.
LAP 18: GREEN FLAG. The field resumes racing. Andrea Kimi Antonelli momentarily steps out of line at Luffield but regains control. Arvid Lindblad holds position cleanly, reporting improving grip.
LAP 22: RELIABILITY STRIKES. Fernando Alonso pulls off on the Hangar Straight with a loss of power. The Aston Martin is retired.
LAP 24: LEAD BATTLE. Lando Norris runs wide at Becketts on a drying but slippery track. George Russell moves through, but Lindblad follows immediately as Norris struggles for traction on worn intermediates.
LAP 27: Russell pits early for slick tyres as a dry line appears. However, low temperatures catch him out, forcing him to back off after a slide at Vale.
LAP 28: NEW RACE LEADER. Arvid Lindblad stays out and inherits the lead of the British Grand Prix. Calm radio traffic from the rookie as he manages the crossover conditions.
LAP 32: CRASH. Nico Hulkenberg loses his rear footing exiting The Loop and hits the barriers. Safety Car deployed once again.
LAP 35: RESTART. Lindblad times it perfectly and pulls clear into Turn 1. Antonelli follows in P2, with Piastri recovering to P3 after earlier pit delays.
LAP 44: Multiple drivers reporting severe tyre degradation after extended stints. Further slow stops in the midfield as teams struggle to adapt strategies after earlier chaos.
LAP 48: With half the original field retired and the rest managing damage or worn tyres, Lindblad maintains a controlled lead, consistently hitting his marks and avoiding mistakes. Andrea Kimi Antonelli falls to P7 as a slip and slow stop cost him time.
LAP 49: 3 LAPS TO GO. Arvid Lindblad leads the British Grand Prix. Oscar Piastri has moved up to P2, closing gradually as the track continues to dry. Max Verstappen runs in P3 after a strong recovery drive from the pitlane start. George Russell is P4, managing tyre wear after a long final stint. Lando Norris holds P5, reporting rear instability in the closing laps.
LAP 52 / 52: CHEQUERED FLAG. Arvid Lindblad wins the British Grand Prix in his rookie Formula 1 season. A composed, mistake free drive amid extreme pressure and strategic confusion delivers a historic result at Silverstone.
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RACE CLASSIFICATION:
P1 LIN (VCARB) - 52 Laps
P2 PIA (McLaren) – +6.8s
P3 VER (Red Bull Racing) – +11.4s
P4 RUS (Mercedes) – +14.9s
P5 NOR (McLaren) – +18.3s
P6 LEC (Ferrari) – +22.7s
P7 ANT (Mercedes) – +31.5s
P8 HAM (Ferrari) – +34.1s
P9 HAD (Red Bull Racing) – +41.9s (front wing damage)
P10 ALB (Williams) – +45.6s
P11 GAS (Alpine) – +1 Lap
P12 OCO (Haas) – +1 Lap
P13 BOT (Cadillac) – +1 Lap
P14 LAW (VCARB) – +1 Lap
P15 BEA (Haas) – +2 Laps
P16 PER (Cadillac) – +3 Laps
DNF HUL (Audi) – Lap 32 (Crash, Luffield)
DNF BOR (Audi) – Lap 40 (Mechanical)
DNF ALO (Aston Martin) – Lap 22 (Power unit)
DNF STR (Aston Martin) – Lap 12 (Collision damage)
DNF COL (Alpine) – Lap 12 (Crash, Stowe)
DNF SAI (Williams) – Lap 23 (Gearbox)
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RACE HIGHLIGHTS:
Only 16 official finishers due to accidents, reliability issues, and weather related problems
Lindblad becomes the youngest winner of the British Grand Prix in Formula 1 history, winning the race in his rookie season
Verstappen recovers from pitlane start to podium finish
McLaren secure double top 5 finish despite pitlane delays
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yourusername MY BOYFRIEND WON HIS FUCKING HOME RACE IN HIS ROOKIE SEASONNNNNNNN
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pepemartiofficial ...
username78 goals
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username80 arvid wdc 2026 trust the process
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yourbsf didn't work last time won't work now...
arvid.lindblad ollie is such a nice guy yourbsf give him a chance he's a nice german lad and he's so handsome look at him and that cute dimple
pepemartiofficial NOT to mention he's also danish AND british in addition to the german! AND he's an amazing driver in an amazing team and any girl would be lucky to be his wag
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yourbsf made no sense but okay... thank you for calling me pretty!!
yourusername oliver why do you remember her saying she wants to be a wag from TWO YEARS AGO mind you
arvid.lindblad all this time i've known oliver he was always a man set on achieving his goals
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olivergoethe i love her too much too
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yourbsf saw what?
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username87 vcarb cooked with the car
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