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fastandtheformula1 · 4 months

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hiiii could i pls request "i'm not going to just up and leave, Y/N." with ollie bearman?

Ollie Bearman- Opposites Attract

a/n: thank you for requesting! we got a short one today :)

pairing: ollie bearman x female reader

summary: ollie's been distant for some time, and you finally confront him about it.

warnings: angst, cursing?

word count: 630

not my gif!

Lately you had felt distant from your boyfriend, Ollie. He was more quiet than normal, and oftentimes seemed agitated when you were talking to him. You brushed it off, thinking he had a bad day, but then it turned into weeks and even two and a half months of this. You felt on edge whenever you were around him and sometimes wouldn’t even speak to him. You were worried he had found someone better, and would leave you at the drop of a hat. You knew it wasn’t good keeping this to yourself, but something was holding you back to talk to him about it.

Ollie had felt scared for the past few weeks. He had always loved you but it hit him suddenly that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You guys had a date night and were building a gingerbread house together, and you were singing along to the Christmas music in the back, frosting in hand. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you attempted to glue together the roof. He stared at you in awe, thinking you looked extremely gorgeous despite you wearing your hair up and an old t-shirt. It hit him right then and there that you were his other half. Nothing could ever take you away from him, and he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you to someone that could treat you less than you deserved. This caused Ollie to act the way that he did for the past month or so.

Yes, it was not his best plan to shy away from you, but it just kind of happened. He felt like his brain was going into overdrive, and the only way he thought to save your relationship was to stay away. He thought his thoughts and fears would bleed into your own, which would eventually scare you enough to leave.

One day you finally had enough and decided to talk to him about it. You wanted Ollie back. He came home a little earlier than you anticipated and mustered enough courage to walk up to him and ask what was going on. He said that he was ‘fine’ and that you ‘didn’t have to worry about it’ which is when you got fed up and finally blurted out your worry.

“I’m not just gonna up and leave, Y/N.”

You were shocked. Why would he be seemingly avoiding you at all costs if he wasn’t going to leave? Why was he being weird and distant if that was the case?

“I want to do just the opposite.”

You were so confused. “What?”

“Look, I don’t have a ring or anything, but I want to marry you. I love you too much to see you with anyone else. I was scared these past few weeks because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone. And I know how stupid that is but I’ve been so afraid that I pushed you away. I’m sorry. I really do want to marry you… I was just scared to say something I guess.”

Though odd, you believed him. You had known Ollie since you were a kid and it all started to make sense. Whenever he got scared he would run away and the next few days he would be quiet.

“Oh.” You felt bad for bringing it up.

“Love, it’s not your fault, okay?”

“I know, but I still feel like a dick, though.”

“Y/N, there is nothing you could do or say that would make me leave. I love you for who you are, and that’s not going to change anytime soon. I want to be with you… permanently. If that’s something you want, of course.”

“It is.” You said, with a smile on your face.

“Then let’s do it, my love.”

#fanfiction #formula one #f1 #anon asks #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #prema racing #ferrari academy

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fastandtheformula1 · 4 months

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can i please request “i can’t fuck this up. you’re all i have left.” with ollie bearman where the reader tries to break up with him cause long distance is hard but he wants to make it work (hopefully with a happy ending)

love your writing btw ❤️❤️

Ollie Bearman- Disconnected

a/n: ironically enough i'm actually doing long distance rn lol. anyway, hope you like it!

pairing: ollie bearman x female reader

summary: you and ollie are doing long distance, but you feel like you can't anymore.

warnings: cursing, angst, tears, sad ollie

word count: 1240

not my gif!

my love 💋🏎️

You stare at the incoming Facetime call of your year long boyfriend. About a few months ago your mom started asking about your relationship which you didn’t mind, you loved talking about Ollie. At first they were normal question like how his racing was going or if you guys were getting more serious, but she said one thing that stuck in your mind:

What’s your guys' plan when he leaves?

When she first said that you were confused. Plan? What plan? It was going to be the same as if he was here, you thought. You’d text and plan to spend time together and then you’d go home and do the same the next day and if not, the day after. Then you started thinking about how far away he was going to be, the time difference, and that he may not be so close as a text away.

Right before Ollie left for the first race of the season, he reassured you that he was always going to be there for you and that he would never forget about you. He gave you many forehead kisses and a big hug before telling you that if you needed anything at all to call him. For the next 2 weeks, you were lonely, but you spent that time with friends and family, keeping busy to try and get him off your mind.

However, your anxiety kept you up for hours at night, leading you to think about what would happen if he met someone else. You knew this would happen, you figured your mind would easily spiral with him not there, but it was more than what you thought. You were constantly thinking about what would happen when he would meet someone else, and you’d even prepared how you guys would break up if need be. You knew it was fucked up, but at least it would save you some heartbreak.

You sigh and hit the green answer button that had become a routine for you both. The FaceTime goes through, and Ollie’s beautiful brown eyes are now staring into yours.

“Hi honey!” he beams.

You felt your eyes sting and quickly blinked away the tears that had been building up for the past few months. “Hi.” You said, a bit more sad than you wanted it to sound. Ollie immediately knew there was something wrong, his heart aching that he couldn’t be there in person to comfort you.

“Oh Y/N,” Ollie said, his face contorted with worry. “What is it, love?”

Tears started to stream down your face, your breath becoming shakier. Your anxiety started shouting at you, telling you that you should let him go so he can find someone better.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore Ol,” You blurted. “I’m so scared you’re gonna meet someone else and drop me, and that-”

“Hey, whoa whoa.” Ollie knew you weren’t worried about other girls. So when you said that, he was worried.

You had always been confident in yourself and him that he was never going to cheat on you or you him; you guys always had that trust. Sure, there were girls that would flirt with him right in front of you, but you knew that even if you weren’t there, Ollie wouldn’t do anything. He loved you too much.

It broke him thinking that was even a possibility to you. Even as awkward pre-pubescent teens, he knew you would be his. When you had crushes on other guys and told him about the dates you went on, a little sliver of him would still hold out for you. In his mind there was no one else he wanted to be with. You were it for him.

“What’s happening up there, love? Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath. “I don’t know, we’re still young and everyone’s telling me we shouldn’t be in a committed relationship, and that we should be having fun and all that. It’s our ‘prime years’.” You had heard that line too many times from your mom. You looked down at your bedsheets, hearing a sigh from Ollie on the other end. It finally felt good to voice that to someone, and even better to him.

“Love, look at me please.”

You looked up at his beautiful face. There wasn’t a wrinkle of stress in it.

“There she is. My beautiful girl.” You sniffled and wiped a tear from your face. “First, what’s worrying you?” He asked slowly.

“Dunno. Everything.”

“Okay, what’s the biggest thing on your mind?”

“I’m just scared that we’re missing out on stuff.”

“Like…?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, going to parties and getting wasted and kissing random people and stuff like that.”

He took a trembling breath. “Do you… want to see other people and kiss them?” You heard his voice crack slightly.

It broke your heart that he even had to ask you that. “No! No, I just feel like that’s what I should be doing. It’s my first year of uni, you know? I should be doing that.”

He chuckled. “Love, you and I both know if you thought a random stranger was cute, you’d make out with them.” You nodded in agreement.

“Right, but… Look, I love you, but sometimes I feel like I don’t at the same time which is fucked up I know, okay, and I just feel like- I, we-”

Your thoughts got stuck. Only once or twice this has happened where you couldn’t voice your feelings to him.

“Y/N?”

“I can’t fuck this up.” You blurted. “I feel like you’re all that I have left and if I lose you, I lose everything.”

There was a long silence between the both of you. How could you fuck this up? Ollie never thought in a million years that you would be the one to ruin your relationship. In fact, he thought he would. On your first date, Ollie was so nervous that he dropped your drink when he was giving it to you because he was nervous about your hands touching. When you went to the mall and rested your head on his shoulder he just about screamed out of happiness.

He sighed. “Y/N… are you happy being with me?”

It was an obvious answer to you, he was always there to support you and made sure you were safe and cared for, which was something you always wanted from a boyfriend.

“Of course I am.”

“I love you, and I know you love me, right?”

“Yeah,”

“So why would we give each other up for someone who doesn’t love us back? You’re all I’ve been looking for, okay? I always have and will know that you care for me and love me. Slap me in the face if I ever say I want anyone else.”

You chuckled. It was suddenly silly to you that your brain was making you think and feel this way. Yes you had heard your mother say Enjoy it for what it is and You’re bound to grow out of each other. But you never felt like you had to act or slightly change your voice to make Ollie like you. You were always genuinely at peace when he was around, and your heart would leap whenever he rang the doorbell to pick you up for one of your dates.

You love him and he loves you. It was that simple.

#f1 #fanfiction #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ferrari academy #f2 #prema racing #anon asks

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fastandtheformula1 · 4 months

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hello! my inbox is now OPEN for blurbs and imagines! I’ll try and get them written as quickly as I can. my blog rules and people i write for can be found on my page. have fun!

- ro 💋

#fanfiction #5sos fanfic #formula one #f1 #formula 1 smut #formula 1 #luke 5sos #5sos ashton #calum 5 seconds of summer

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fastandtheformula1 · 7 months

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hiiii okay so i had an idea

imagine Lando calling you mommy when he’s stressed or something in public?? (losing my mind over him anyway) he normally only ever calls you mommy when he’s in a subspace or when it’s just you two alone, but something happens idk he's like stressed after a press conference or something and he's like talking to someone and all normal but once they leave and there's still other people around he just turns to you and is like mommy? 🥺

i hope this isn't too weird haha <3 anyway thoughts??

hello! this isn't weird whatsoever!! there is no kink-shaming here so we are all good :)

i absolutely LOVE the idea of this. not necessarily stressed lando, but the idea that he feels safe enought to know that you'll take care of him once he's called you mommy.

i feel like lando only ever calls you mommy in three scenarios: when he wants to be praised like after sex, in the moment, or in a case like this, which is a signal to you both that he needs some extra care.

in this scenario i feel like he would be extraverted more than normal, just trying to overcompensate for the fact that he wants you to hold him and kiss him and tell him that he's done a great job over and over until he falls asleep in your arms. on the outside, he'd be the very talkative and happy-go-lucky guy that everyone knows, but he'd have some dead giveaways that only you could tell he was starting to slip into a subspace.

he'd start to stutter more when talking to another person, which was a sign to you since lando was normally sure of himself. you give him a look and telepathically ask if he was okay and he would just look at the ground. just as he was about to voice his thoughts, someone would come up to him and tap him on the shoulder and lando would put his wall back up again, making you a bit worried that he did so very quickly.

after a while, knowing he was done with press, that's when he would say it. making sure there was no one in earshot, he'd grab your hand and looking into his eyes (you seeing a few tears brimming them), and would whisper, "mommy?". no one would hear it since there were so many people in the room chitchatting, but to him it would feel like he just announced it into a microphone. you quickly reassure him that no one else heard him and that you would be home soon.

once you got back to the hotel room or wherever, he'd completely melt into your arms and you'd have to ask him what he needed. though it takes some convincing and you reiterating that he is in a safe space, he finally tells you what he needs and you give it to him and more.

if you have any thoughts about anyone that i write for, feel free to say something in my ask box!

#f1 #formula one #lando norris #ln #ln4 #anon asks #mclaren f1 #mclaren #mclaren racing

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fastandtheformula1 · 8 months

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Hey, so I have a prompt for you! Totally get it if you're uncomfterble with writing it so no pressure!

Was wondering if you could write a 5sos fanfic where one of them self-harms and the others one by one experience different situations where he is acting weird and suspicious and they talk about it and figure out he self harms and talk to him about it

I'm Trying

a/n: if you are struggling with anything in this realm, please please ask for help! also, i am not trying to romanticize or desensitize this subject. please skip over if this is triggering for you, thank you.

summary: calum self-harms and the boys find out.

pairing: 5sos

warnings: self-harm, mentions of blood, depression/anxiety, slight cursing.

word count: 2286

again, if this is triggering for you, i HIGHLY encourage you to skip over this piece.

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Being a musician was difficult. Especially when he had a crowd of more than 20,000 people staring at him. Their eyes glaring at him eagerly and analyzing his movements, watching every single thing he did.

Calum loved playing the bass and had dreams of one day making it onstage in front of a crowd. From what seemed like endless nights and early mornings, Calum, Luke, Ashton and Michael had finally landed a record deal. It took a lot of hard work, but eventually he and his bandmates got to a point of success and played wherever they could.

At first it was all fun; interview games, traveling the world, and hanging out with people he loved. Calum just wanted to play bass and spend time with the people he felt the most at ease with: Luke, Ashton, and Michael.

However, over the years it turned into more of a hassle for him. Calum started getting little panicked moments on stage, which was something he could get under control. The next few years were like that, him attempting to speak during a talk break, but only feeling his pounding heart and the thousands of eyes that watched him as he tried to formulate the sentence he wanted. The little voice in his head would surely criticize him for the embarrassing moments onstage, reminding him of his voice cracks and award transitions back to the show. Unfortunately, these moments turned into full-blown panic attacks onstage, which sometimes prompted him to jog offstage and gather himself for a moment.

Calum had known himself and what made him anxious, but he never thought it would be the thing he loved. He always brushed off the idea of his anxiety stemming from music, since that was often the one thing that kept him going. Lately though, it seemed to him that the reason behind his anxiousness and worry was music.

Ashton came home to the guys’ shared apartment, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter as Duke ran up to greet him. The house was still, since Michael and Luke had gone to the studio to work out a song idea they had. Ashton knew Calum was home, so he went looking for him.

“Cal?”

Ashton leapt up the steps, peaking through the Calum’s doorway noticing Calum holding something shiny. He couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but it was small enough for Calum to hold in between his thumb and pointer finger. Calum was hunched over the side of the bed facing the wall, a sight Ashton had never seen before.

“Cal, are you good?” He said, softer.

Calum jumped. Fuck, he definitely saw the blade. Shit. He quickly slid it into his pocket, praying to God that Ash didn’t see it. He shoved his face into his hands pretending to have a mental breakdown. He wasn’t far from it; they happened almost every week, but he figured that would be a good cover up for something far worse. His heart was pounding since none of the guys have ever caught him in the act, or even the moments leading up to it.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it.” Ashton sat down beside him, making the bed sink.

Calum scrambled to find an acceptable answer.

I’m good.

No, too happy.

I’m alright.

Too suspicious.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, ‘m fine.”

Calum slapped on a smile like he normally did, acting like his “normal” self. Ashton took notice of Calum's quick answer, making a mental note about it.

“What were you holding?”

Cal panicked. Would he tell Ashton the truth? How was he going to explain this? It’s not like he could just tell him what was going on; it was too complicated. Ashton never got as much anxiety and stress as Calum did with this stuff. He’d never understand. He’d think Calum was weak and couldn’t handle the pressure, and then they’d kick him out of the band and never speak to him ever again-

“Calum.” Ashton’s eyes landed on Cal’s which were glued to his hands.

“Oh, I, uh, I found a new pick for Mike to try on his guitar… found it online.” Cal lied.

“Can I see it?”

“No!” Calum screamed. “No, I, uh, want it to be a surprise to him.”

“Oh, okay.”

The boys had come from a late night of writing in the studio, arriving home around 2 a.m. The three boys were tired and seemed like they would knock out after taking a shower and getting ready for the night. Cal’s mind, though, was obliterating him of all the failed attempts at trying a new chord for one of their songs throughout the day. His anxiety never seemed to rest, even at the late hours of the night. After the boys ate something substantial, they all said good night and went to their respective rooms.

After everyone went to bed, Calum absentmindedly grabbed his razor and went into the downstairs bathroom so as to not wake up the other three. He slid out the door to his bedroom and glided down the stairs in the darkness. He carefully shut the door and locked it; hoping no one would notice he was down here.

Whenever Luke had had a bad dream, he’d always fiddled with his guitar until the scary thought that perturbed him went away. He’d often get nightmares when the jet-lag caught up with him or when he’d been getting home late. Tonight it was the latter option.

Luke carefully trotted downstairs trying not to wake anyone up; he was always afraid he would when he had nightmares. Guitar in one hand, he made it to the living room where he��d dabble in his obsession with his instrument. About an hour went by, Luke grabbing his guitar and sleep starting to call his name. His foot landed on the first step, but then he noticed a slight glow coming from the closed bathroom door. He decided to check on one of his roommates, quickly figuring out it was Calum.

He softly knocked on the door, whispering, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine, go back to bed.” Cal answered.

“Calum? You’ve been in there a while. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I just feel a little sick. I’ll be fine.”

“Cal, you’re worrying me. Let me in,”

“No, I’m-”

“Calum!” The singer whisper-shouted.

Calum knew he wouldn’t be able to get rid of him by just saying he was okay. He deepened his voice and put forth all his effort so then he’d scare Luke away. “I said I’m fine. Good night.”

Luke was taken aback by Calum’s sudden sternness, shaking his head and mumbling an “Okay, sorry” as started upstairs. Something in his heart was telling him to fight against him, though. Calum had been acting strange lately, and Luke couldn't pinpoint it. He almost brought it up to Michael at one point but then decided against it.

The boys were about an hour and a half away from starting their pre-show rituals in Singapore, when an incident occurred between Calum and Michael.

Calum had been sitting in an empty stairwell with his thoughts and his despised razor for about 45 minutes.The weeks leading up to tonight were stressful for him; tonight would be the band’s biggest night of this tour. He felt his heart leaping against his chest, Calum desperately trying to calm his nerves, but his thoughts go the better of him.

I can’t screw this up. I need to play my best.

I can’t let the band down.

I need to do well.

Calum carefully pressed the blade against his arm like he did many times before. He knew this was a very unhealthy and detrimental ritual he did before almost every show, but something about it was a release for him.

Meanwhile, Michael had been looking for Calum for the past 15 minutes, wondering how he disappeared from existence.

“Cal, where did you-?”

As Michael yanked the door open, the blade dug into Calum’s left upper forearm -Cal knew if he did it on his wrist someone would see the scars, causing endless panic and articles in the 5SOS world- resulting in him yelping in pain. The too-familiar pain ached down Calum’s arm as the blade hit the floor, its sound clinking in the stairwell. Michael knelt down towards the bass player assessing what had just happened. Though Calum had talked his problem through in detail with Michael before, he’d never seen a fresh scar.

His voice was filled with terror and awe. “Calum, your arm-”

“I know, man. I know. It- ah, fuck.” Calum clenched his arm with his other hand, seeing the blood drip down to the floor. He drilled his eyes closed, hoping that when he’d open his eyes Michael would be gone, but when he opened them again Michael was still sitting in front of him like the good friend he was.

Michael knew of Calum’s secret, and tried getting him help for it. He’d almost arranged an appointment with a psych ward shortly before they started touring again, and told Cal he could say he needed to see his family and unplug for a while. Calum politely declined, saying that he was ‘fit for tour’ and that he could handle everything.

Michael took a breath and stared at his best friend. "Cal, you can't keep doing this, it's not healthy." His words were truthful, but still hurt Calum nonetheless.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Calum cried. He shot up from his hunched figure and started for the door. Reaching for the door handle, Cal turned his head towards Michael and breathed:

“I can’t keep living like this.”

Calum bolted out the door towards his dressing room, running for some kind of support, some kind of comfort, some kind of safety.

In the process, he accidentally rammed into Ashton in the hallway. Calum hit him so hard that he actually fell to the ground, causing him to land on the floor.

“Whoa, easy there, tiger.” Ashton joked, reaching out his arm down to pull Calum up.

A frantic Michael burst into the room after Cal, breathless and shaken. “Calum!”

Ashton whipped his head, surprised to see Michael. While Ashton was distracted, Cal pushed himself up from the ground, in the midst placing his arms behind him, trying to hide his arm from Ashton and now Michael. Tears brimmed Cal’s eyes and mentally prepared himself, knowing that this was about to be more than Calum apologizing to Ashton for running into him.

Luke popped into the door frame, hearing all the ruckus. “What’s going on?”

Calum subtly wiped his eyes, tears starting to escape from them. He couldn’t do this right now. All he could hear was the frantic heartbeat in his temple, and the voice in his head screaming at him to shut down and close off his best friends.

Michael had enough of this. He knew Calum too well and knew that he wasn't going to change his habit anytime soon. So, he decided to speak up.

“Calum, you know I love you man, and this is your issue, but…”

He shook his head and pleaded Michael through his eyes not to do this right now, but Michael didn’t care.

Calum needed help.

“...either you tell them or I will.”

Luke said, his eyebrows furrowing together in concern. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Calum dropped his gaze to the floor and hesitantly brought his arms forward. All three pairs of eyes landed on his arm as Calum lifted his sleeve, unveiling the fresh and old scars that scattered along it. There were about 10 cuts or so, ranging from shorter, barely noticeable lines to longer, deeper ones.

Luke and Ashton’s stomach dropped, hating the way they both didn’t know what was happening with him. They felt guilty in a way, mentally kicking themselves that they possibly could have contributed to Calum doing this.

The new cut was somewhat healed now, so it wasn’t as gruesome as Michael had seen it before, but it still pained all three of them to see that Calum’s obsession was somewhat current.

“Cal,” Ashton started.

“There’s other ways to cope.” Luke chimed in.

“I know that!” Cal’s voice boomed in the room. “I’ve tried all the shit you guys have tried, but nothing helps.” His voice sounded beaten and tired amongst the quiet room.

In a fit of anxiousness and a bit of annoyance, Calum started for his dressing room again, but got blocked by Luke’s tall, strong stature. He fought and fought against him until he felt Luke’s strong arms against his body, feeling the contrast of his warm skin against his.

“It’s okay, Cal. You’re safe.”

Ashton made his way over to Calum and Luke. “We can get you help.”

Calum lied so plainly it was routine for him, “It’s fine, guys. I’m okay.”

“You’re clearly not.” Michael said, crouching down to meet Calum's eyeline.

“Please let us help you, mate.” Ashton said, following after Michael’s action.

All three of their gaze finally got through to Calum. Broken sobs erupted from him, the boys’ message clear as day. They wanted to help him. Though they didn’t know exactly every emotion Calum was experiencing, they understood a fraction of it because they were in the same boat. All four of them had different experiences with anxiety and their own personal journey with it, but then it hit him:

They boys would always be there for him. Whether he thought so or not.

Cal thought about how lucky he was that there were people that could and wanted to help him, and finally decided to accept their help.

“Okay.”

#calum 5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #fanfiction #5sos ashton #luke hemmings

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fastandtheformula1 · 8 months

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Jealousy sex with Charles Leclerc pls

oh mAN OKAY

you and charles went out for dinner tonight, the first night of the F1 summer break. he had been focusing and putting all his energy in work, needless to say that he needed a break.

you and charles conversed on the way to the restaurant, him telling you all of the things that you guys could do together, from watching movies to trying new things in the bedroom. it had been a long time since you guys actually talked, it was nice to have him back.

you entered the restaurant and got sat fairly quickly. the waiter was pretty chatty and peppy, and overall you thought he was getting himself a good tip.

however, charles thought he was a little too friendly, and after the waiter took your drink orders charles scooted closer to you. you didn't think much of it, you thought he wanted to be closer to you.

there were a few more exchanges between you in the waiter, followed by a playful wink. after he left the table, you looked over to your boyfriend, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and the look in his eyes that you've only seen once or twice.

he was furious.

you started, "charles,"

he slid his fingers into you as you concealed a moan as the waiter passed by asking everything was; you mumbling a meek response to him.

charles whispered in your ear, "you belong to me, mon amour."

you knew you were in for it.

#f1 #formula one #fanfiction #cl #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc smut #ferrari #charles leclerc

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fastandtheformula1 · 8 months

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hello! I’m alive!!! life update: I started uni last week which is crazy. I’m trying to juggle everything atm but I’d love to start writing consistently again.

anyway this is a long winded way of me saying that I will be taking requested blurbs and one shots for now!

so go ahead and request! have fun 😉

-ro 💋

#fanfiction #5sos fanfic #formula one #f1 #formula 1 smut #formula 1 #luke 5sos #5sos ashton #micheal 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer

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fastandtheformula1 · 10 months

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ok that anon of the ollie and best friend fic is 10/10.

\are we getting part 3 by any chance of them together again?

awww thank you!!

and yes another anon has requested a part three, so be on the lookout!

also anon is talking about this post :)

#fanfiction #f1 #anon asks #ollie bearman #f2

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fastandtheformula1 · 10 months

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GIRLLL we need the part 2 of choises where ollie continues his life without y/n by his side but he still keeps in touch with her like after every race he sends a voice mail and also still sends messages even though he knows that y/n won't reply. It was hard for both of them, when you know how desperately you need each other and there's nothing you can do about it. Y/n always listened and replayed the voicemails that Ollie sent, at least it cured her longing. She still watched ollie's races, he was progressing well from race to race and felt a little relieved that her decision to break up with ollie could make him focus more on his racing, seeing him on the podium and smiling, it was the thing she wanted most in her life. But y/n was unaware of the fact that all of his smile was fake. Yeah, he was happy that his performance had improved but it was all nothing without y/n. He became quieter than usual, not more cheerful and even more moody, blue vibe, and once arthur caught him crying alone. Maybe during y/n's graduation, he came and brought a bouquet of her favourite chocolates and asked her to come back to his side? Idk brooo just get them a happy ending istg😔👊🏻❤

Ollie Bearman- Ultimatum

a/n: here is the long awaited part 2 of choices. the end is kinda sucky but we all know i can't end fics like this lol. enjoy!

summary: part 2 to this post.

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

warnings: cursing, angst, sad ollie

word count: 1503

not my gif!

Hey. It’s me. Uh, I hope this is still your number. I’m about to get ready for quali in Barcelona. Wish you were here to see it. Know you’ve always wanted to come here. Anyway. Bye.

Hi. Sorry if these are getting redundant but I’m about to qualify in Vegas. I know you’re only four hours away. Ollie takes on America, I guess… Miss you, Y/N.

Hi. Abu Dhabi race! Last one of the season! ‘Bout to qualify. Look, I know it’s been almost a year and I’m not trying to convince you to get back together with me but I want to see if we can- What? But I- ugh. Shit, sorry, I gotta go, but… Come back to the paddock, love.

That one caught your attention.

Come back to the paddock,

Love.

It had been almost a year since you left Ollie. Though you mostly felt bad about how you left things, there was a part of you that had made peace with it. You both had your own lives to live and your goals that weren’t lining up with each other’s. So why try at something that’s wasting your time?

You missed him though. You missed the pre-race rituals where Ollie held you tight in his arms hearing the joyful shouts and clamor of the outside world, thinking of nothing but each other until Arthur practically ripped down Ollie’s door to get him into his car. When he raced, you knew he thought of you. He made it very clear that you were a priority to him all the time. Although radio chats clearly proved otherwise, you knew in the back of your mind that he was thinking of you.

“Ollie, you need to box mate. Box.”

“But she said to not because-”

“What? Box, Ollie, box.”

“No! Please, I can’t-”

“Sorry Ollie, team orders. Box. Box.”

You checked in on him every once in a while, of course wishing him all the best in his career. You watched some of his interviews and still followed Ferrari. You were never going to completely abandon him; you still considered him a good friend. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about him a lot. He looked and seemed happy through the screen that you viewed him through, his bubbly personality shining through his dazzling smile that you missed oh-so-much. Sometimes your mind had wondered what happened if you came back that night. Would you have figured it out? Would the outcome be the same? Was Ollie really going to desert F2 and possibly F1 just for you?

You always forced those thoughts out of your head; they weren’t something that was a part of your life anymore.

Similarly, Ollie felt the same. He could and would never cease thinking about you, even in the most serious of situations. He’d notice small mannerisms in other people that you had, like scratching your nose when you were anxious, and would be reminded of you through certain inflictions in peoples’ words. His pre-race ritual was never the same, knowing that the cuddles and silent comfortable moments you once had would never return. Arthur, being the good friend that he is, even offered Ollie cuddles and extra support when you’d left, but it never was the same for him.

Now though, you were currently about to attend your graduation party for university. After you and Ollie’s incident, you moved as far as you could from him to focus on yourself and your career. You moved to the States after a month-long debate with yourself as well as your parents. You worked so hard to get yourself into and through school, buying yourself an apartment, and spent many of your days in your new environment with strangers who eventually turned into friends. You had turned over a new leaf, and you felt like a new person.

You could almost say that you had forgotten about Ollie.

Almost.

Your parents had thrown you a huge party to celebrate your accomplishments throughout the past few years. They had invited extended family as well as your old friends from elementary school. You flew in a couple of days before your party, getting used to the time difference, reverting back to your old ways of life before you left.

It was nice to be home, the comfort of your childhood house and environment made you at ease, along with your family and friends you hadn’t seen in a while. Your parents did a good job of decorating the house, placing framed pictures of you in the front room, balloons covering every normally empty corner. You saw family members who you hadn’t seen in years, chatting with them until somebody else stole you away. A couple of hours went by, and a few speeches were made courtesy of your parents and a few close relatives. You felt normal for the first time in a while.

That’s when you turned and made eye contact with him. Ollie.

You felt your stomach drop. Why was he here? How could your parents invite him? How do you address what happened? Of course you knew the answers, you were smart enough to figure out your next move, but your mind spiraled as soon as you saw his warm, brown eyes. You excused yourself from the conversation you were having, speed walking to the bathroom. You locked the door and took a moment for yourself.

Okay, you thought. Just act normal and pretend like you didn’t walk out on him. Easy.

You fixed yourself up and walked back out into the organized chaos.

About an hour later people started to leave, wishing you luck in the next stage of your life, telling you how proud they are and all that. But all you could think about was him.

After everyone cleared out, you walked back to your kitchen seeing Ollie having a conversation with your dad.

His eyes flicked over to yours, hesitantly looking back to your dad’s. “Oh, um. Sorry sir, do you mind if I…”

“Go ahead.” Your dad smiled and walked out of the kitchen as Ollie headed towards you.

He anxiously took in a breath in as you studied his figure. He was standing slightly hunched over, wearing a white button down shirt with navy blue pants. You’d always told him that the blue pants looked better on him, a nice contrast to the black and red he wears.

His voice was low. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” You slightly smiled. When Ollie would come to your house unannounced when you were little, it would bring you so much joy.

“Dunno,” He said, sighing. “Was your big day, and I had to be all dramatic and show up I guess.” A chuckle rumbled from his chest; a sound you haven’t heard in a long time.

“Oh, um, those are for you,” He said, gesturing towards a box of candy surrounded by envelopes and stuffed animals on a table. “I know you probably haven’t had those in a while. You know, moving to the States and all.”

It shocked you that he still remembered the smallest things, showing that he still really cared about you. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you, you were surprised it wasn’t an awkward one.

“I just want us to be normal again. I can’t stand not having you in my life, Y/N. There’s this hole that you left and I’ve been trying to fix it with racing, my family. Fuck, I’ve even starting up knitting. And I get that you’ve moved on and have healed and everything, so I get it if you don’t want to do this, but I need you back in my life. This time it’ll be different, Y/N. I promise.”

You gauged the situation. Did you really believe that things could be the same after what happened? He was the sweetest most genuine person you’ve ever encountered, but would he still want more after you established you were just friends? You fought yourself back and forth, surprising yourself of what came out of your mouth:

“Okay.”

“I promise I won’t- wait what?” He expression changed,

“Okay. We can try to be friends again. That’s it though. No reminiscing of our romantic relationship, no calling me late at night because you can’t sleep. None of that. I can’t do that again, Ol.”

“Okay. Deal.”

All of what you felt that night started coming back, the guilt returning to your chest. This boy was utterly in love with you, and you completely fucked him over.

“Ollie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just up and left. You deserved better than that.” You looked down at the floor, internally cringing at your past mistake. You were embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I forgive you, Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

“So, friends again?”

“Yeah.”

It made your heart happy knowing that you and Ollie were okay, but something inside you knew that it would never be the same.

#ollie bearman #oliverbearman #ferarri #ferrari academy #arthurleclerc #f2 #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 2

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fastandtheformula1 · 11 months

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Calum Hood- If Only

a/n: i’m alive!! can you believe it?! anyway here’s angst bc i’m in a bit of emotional turmoil :) #copingwell summary: calum wonders your guys' life together.

pairing: calum hood x cliffordsister!reader

warnings: yearning calum, cursing

word count: 981

not my gif!

If only.

The way you commanded a room whenever you walked into it.

“Oh, guys. This is my sister, Y/N.”

Your bright eyes caught his attention first, followed by your aura. The way you carried yourself always captivated him. Your height was next, the way you could be either short or tall, depending on how confident you were that day. Nothing could ever stop him from staring at you, ever.

“I’m Calum.”

You repeated the man’s name in front of you, “Calum.”

His name rolled off your tongue like it was something you’d said a hundred times. You joined Michael on tour for about a month; Calum’s little crush starting to evolve into something bigger. His passion for you grew a little bit, then exploded like a wildfire. When you were in the wings, he could see the way you danced like no one was watching. It hit him right then and there how much he liked you, admired you, loved you.

That’s when the universe sent him the biggest sign he’s ever seen. You were looking for an apartment; he had an extra room in his. The way you came home the exact same way: your hair in a bun, flyaways sprouting from all around your head. His anxiety and worry leaving him the second he hears your keys unlocking the door. He’d spring up from the couch as you pushed the door open, greeting him as you’d pass through the kitchen. He’d hear you flutter off to your room, an airy graceful feeling lingering after you.

Minutes later - eight to be exact- you’d walk back into the living room after you’d change into your pajamas. Always a sweatshirt and sweatpants because he knew you’d get too cold if you wore a crew neck. You’d get on your tiptoes and pick a book, normally a different one every other day -he never understood why you read two books intermittently- for an hour or so. As you settled into the couch, Calum would follow your eyes that read each line, your brain creating a beautiful world from the words on the page.

He’d casually asking how your day was, whether it be the worst day you’ve ever had or the best one; he listened. Not only did he listen, he paid attention. Every mannerism, every pitch change, every voice crack, was something he picked up on. And when he and Michael would talk about you in the studio- all good things of course- Calum could make a scarily accurate impression of you. Even better than Michael.

His thoughts wonder what would happen if he did ask you.

He’s sure you’d reply in the affirmative. The way you lightly touched his arm when he said something funny, or even the way you looked at him was enough for him to tell sometimes. You’d walk around the house only in short shorts, making him want to take you on the dinner table right then and there; he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think impure thoughts about you.

He thought of his fingers inside of you, wanting to make you cum multiple times on his fingers alone. He imagined every sound you’d make. Every whine. Every whimper. He’d often wonder if you were a whiner or a moaner. He thought about hearing his name fall from your mouth as he runs his lips over your neck, the euphoria that he’d feel. Him pushing you to your limit, your voice scratchy and hoarse from begging him to give you more. Kissing you hard, encouraging you, asking if you’re okay, wiping away your tears, telling you that you’ve been such a good girl for him. Kissing you and finishing together as your moans and heartbeats synchronize. Him rolling off you and immediately pulling you into his chest, not wanting to let you go because, fuck, this was all he ever wanted and more. You’d groan out of annoyance when he decides to get up and clean you with the softest towel he could find, jogging to the bathroom thinking of how much he loves you. Him returning to you in his green Empathy hoodie, slightly saddened to see that you’ve covered your body with an old Sounds Good Feels Good hoodie. Him telling you softly to spread your legs for him, and you happily obliging. The afterglow of you staring up at him in a subspace, him telling you how much you love him, eyelids drooping, sleep calling your name.

And when soft snores eventually erupt from you, he’d brush your hair out of your face to reveal your soft features. Your eyelashes resting along your perfect skin, eyes wiggling about underneath your eyelids. Hours later he’d hum to himself as he watched you sleep in his arms. He always wondered what you were dreaming about, guessing if it was him or something you did that day. The rising and falling of your chest mixed with your barely audible breaths were like heaven on earth to him. He’d smile and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, content knowing you’d never hear them.

And when he fell asleep, he’d dream of your life together. The way you permanently invaded his mind was something he’d never grow weary of. He’d subconsciously pull you closer as he slept until it was not physically possible, and even then wanting you closer. He’d imagine your wedding day, filled with light and the people closest to you. Someday having your own kids, maybe a pair of twins, who knows? He’s somewhat opposed the idea of having his own kids, but with you, he never gave it a second thought. Teaching them how to make pancakes on Saturday mornings when he was back from tour, you recording home videos that all of you’d watch some 10 years later.

“Cal?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you pass me the remote?”

“Yeah.”

If only.

#calum hood #calum x reader #calum 5 seconds of summer #micheal 5sos #michael clifford #5sos #5sosfam #5sos fanfic #ashton 5sos #5sos ashton #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #writing

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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hiiiii omg life has been kicking my little booty w school and people so I’ll probably be out for the next month and a half or so 🥴

i am very much indeed alive though, so that’s a plus

anyway this is just a long winded way of me saying please be patient with my writing schedule! 🫶🏼

#fanfiction #formula one #f1 #formula 1 smut #formula 1 #luke 5sos #5sos ashton #micheal 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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What will the next one be? Gimme spoiler!👀

-anon🐻

i don’t want to spoil it too much but I’m just gonna say this:

food challenge + worried Ollie + driver!reader

😉🤭 I’m very excited

#fanfiction #ollie bearman #prema racing #ferrari academy #anon ask

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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“aw. did i wear you out love?” W/George Russell, like reader and him fucked after a longggg time

George Russell- Subspace

a/n: aftercare george >>>> anyways hope you like it!

pairing : george russell x female!reader

Summary: george takes care of you after a long fucking session

Warnings: smut, cursing, stress, george being george

Word count: 523

not my gif!

You needed a break. Work had been really stressful for the past few months, and your normal outlets weren’t working. Exercising wasn’t as much fun as you’d hoped and your other hobbies had started to become dull. You were getting frustrated to say the least.

When you arrived home to your shirtless boyfriend after work, it was game over for you. You slammed your lips against his, moans and gasps shared between you two. You headed to the bedroom, him picking you up and throwing you on the bed. His hands slid up and down your body as his lips attached to your neck, leaving dark purple spots that you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the next morning. Clothes were torn off of each other as George propped your legs up on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, eating you out as you gripped his hair, feeling your stress and worry melt away from you. You came on his tongue, breathless and in need for more. George then repositioned you two so he had your back against his chest and his fingers inside you, your legs shaking as you writhed against them, practically fucking yourself on them. He coaxed a few orgasms out of you along with a few more hickeys. After feeling all fucked out, he rolled on top of you and hooked your legs on his hips. He fucked you so hard that you felt like you were barely conscious.

It was exactly what you needed.

You fell into a subspace, which was not uncommon after George would use you and make you feel good. Your body was buzzing and warm; your body felt like a furnace. He had left to get a warm towel to clean you up, and when he returned, you were quietly mumbling to yourself, a sign to him that you were in a subspace.

“Aww, did I wear you out, love?” George said, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You simply nodded, his Britishness and lovingness seemingly more prominent as it was ten minutes ago. He spread your legs open to clean you, but you stopped him and closed your legs, leaving a confused look on his face.

“George, please. I can’t-” Everything around ou was hazy, and you certainly couldn’t take anymore of what George was planning on doing to you.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry. We’re done now, hmm?” He said, gently placing a kiss on your knee. “Just want to clean you up is all,” He says, his voice low and raspy.

“Oh, ok,” The words seemed to come out on their own.

You let him open you up again, your legs spazzing when he wiped too close to your pussy, causing a quiet moan to fall from your lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your stomach, quickly leaving you to discard the towel. He rejoins you in bed and slides in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You try to get any words out you can, but he knows you can’t after a session like this.

“Shh, baby. ‘S’okay. Tell me tomorrow.”

#gr #georgerussell #formula 1 smut #f1 #formula one #formulaonesmut

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