#love you aron

[httpiastri]

Current fixation is Paul's jewelry. Specifically him giving you his jewelry to keep safe during a race.

oh. my. GOD. this is such a sweet idea, im crying. you're a genius anon. i'm also very much obsessed with his jewelry, but this idea…. 😭

as we know, he's got so many bracelets… and so many rings… usually, he goes through his routine of taking them all off a long time before the race, storing them in his little box in the team's truck. but one day, it has just slipped his mind and suddenly he's standing by the car, all ready to jump in, when he realizes that he's still wearing them all. it's far too late to go back to the truck now, so he gets nervous for a second – before he remembers that you're there.

a confused look grows on your face when he walks up to you in the paddock – he's supposed to prepare for the race, what's he doing? – but then, he grabs one of your wrists, holding the hand up towards him and opening it. he starts sliding his rings down his fingers, placing them into the palm of your hand. then, he takes off his bracelets, one by one, which takes a lot of time as he's got about millions of those fan bracelets. when he's finally done, he folds your hand, wrapping both of his hands around it. he looks at you softly, and tells you: "keep them safe for me."

you nod, your frown morphing into a smile instantly. and lastly, when his hands let go of you, he reaches to the back of his neck, unclasping his necklaces and taking them off him – before reaching towards your neck, putting them on you. then he presses a quick peck to your temple, before hurrying off to his car again while being scolded by his engineer about not being in the car already.

#actually lowkey crying on the inside bcs of this #AND YOU PHRASED IT SO CUTELY #‘to keep safe’ AAAAA ANON I LOVE YOU #imagine wearing his necklaces :(( feeling them against your skin #a constant reminder of him #and his bracelets too #one of those fan bracelets with his name on it <33 #asks! #anon! #paul aron #paul thoughts

[embrosegraves]

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕠𝕪

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader Paul is sometimes shy about asking to touch you. He just wants to make sure he never assumes consent.

Warning: One (1) word in Estonian idk I tried. Mentions (and innocent touching) of boobies *gasp*

1.1k words hihihi

“Kallis?” [Sweetheart?]

You lifted your head from the class notes in front of you to see your boyfriend, Paul, standing at the door of your home office. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be in the room. 

“Paul? Did you need something?” You hoped that softening your voice would help him not be as nervous. Having been dating for just over half a year, you were quickly becoming aware of some of his ‘tells’. Things like how his nostrils would flare a little if he wanted to laugh but thought it’d be inappropriate. Or how he would be extra nervous when he wanted to ask you something because he didn’t want to worry you with things while you were doing your coursework for uni. 

“I uh, I can come back later if you’re busy. It wasn’t really important.” Paul stammered a little as he answered you. It intrigued you immensely when Paul got shy, because it was such a difference to his very outgoing personality when he’s around his friends and teammates. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong? I promise you’re not disturbing or interrupting me.” You held your hand out towards him, inviting him to walk further into the room. He was careful as he walked towards you, like he didn’t want to disturb the research papers you had on the desk. You stood up as he reached you and lifted a hand to caress his face. 

“What did you need of me, My Love?” You kept your voice soft and your touch gentle. 

Paul lifted a hand and gripped your hand that was cradling his face. “I just- I really missed you.” 

A smile found its way onto your face. You finally realised that he was nervous because he wanted to be around you but didn’t want to distract you from your studies. Gently, you guided him to sit in the chair you were just in. Paul tried to protest that it was your chair and that he could find another one to sit on but you were having none of it. You sat down on his lap and told him that this way you could get some of your work done while still being around him. He settled pretty quickly after that. 

Admittedly it did take you a while to notice that Paul hadn’t moved his arms from the armrests of your chair,. So when you did notice, you were just a little confused. 

“Are you alright Darling?” You asked over your shoulder. 

“Uh huh.” He replied. 

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t moved your arms from the chair once.” You turned as much as you could to look at him face to face. His face was flushed a light pink colour as you twisted around on his lap. 

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to touch you.” 

“Why would you think that?” You watched as his face slowly became more and more red. 

“I don’t think you ever said if you were okay with it and I didn't want to just assume that it would be alright to.” He moved his eyes away from yours. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Barely stopping yourself from cooing at his adorably red cheeks, you twisted back around and leant back so you were resting on his torso. Grabbing both of his hands, you moved them to hug you around your midriff. Adjusting your head to look at his face, you whispered and peppered kisses to the underside of his jaw. 

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be uncomfortable when you touch me. You're always so careful and gentle. If anything I want you to touch me more.” 

“But what if I accidentally overstep?” 

“I will tell you. But for now I want you to do something for me.” 

“Anything.” He left a shy, barely-even-there kiss behind your ear. 

“I want you to hold my boobs.” 

Paul was stunned into silence. Had he heard you correctly? You wanted him to do what? 

“You- Me- What?” He couldn’t get the words to exit his mouth. 

“I want you to hold my boobs. For two reasons. One, to prove that I trust you to touch me and be more casually intimate, and two, because believe it or not I actually find it very comforting. However, I need both my hands to finish typing up my class notes, which means I can’t hold them myself.” You placed a kiss on his jawline before sitting up a little so you could finish typing your notes. You felt as Paul also sat up a bit, presumably to keep the contact between your back and his chest. 

Just before you were about to set in and start on finishing your notes, Paul’s hands began playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I lift it Kallis?” He whispered. 

“Of course you can My Love. You can do whatever you need, to make it easier if you’d like.” 

“Thank you.” He said, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and leaving little feather-light kisses. His hands moved underneath your shirt and shyly travelled up your body before resting briefly at the apex of your breasts. Seeing as you had given him verbal permission, Paul decided he could easier grab hold of your breasts without your bra in the way. 

You hummed in acknowledgement when he mumbled that he was going to unhook the offending item of your clothing, focusing as much as you could on your notes. You knew that as much as the skin on skin contact was comforting for you, it was also incredibly important for Paul because it allowed him to test how far he was willing to go. He could set the pace knowing that if he accidentally took it too far, he could rely on you to tell him when to stop. 

You sat there on his lap for roughly 2 hours, Paul’s chin resting on your shoulder. Every now and then, Paul would give your breasts a gentle squeeze, making sure not to be too harsh. Occasionally, when you finished a paragraph of notes, you would give Paul a peck on the nose, his smile making your own smile grow with each kiss.  

Neither you nor Paul moved once you were done, except to lean a bit further back in the chair to be a little more comfortable. You were far too engrossed with the feeling of each other to even briefly entertain the idea of moving from where you sat. Too wrapped up in the love you had for each other. 

It was Paul who eventually whispered to you, breaking the silence. 

“Can I do this again tomorrow?” 

You huffed out a tiny laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as best you could. 

“Oh my sweet boy, you don’t even have to ask.”

I call this ✨ divine inspiration ✨

Aka the collective hivemind that is the discord server coming together to give the strength and inspiration to FINALLY advertise just how much I love Paul Aron.

anyways, started writing this at the end of F2 Quali, finished it at the end of F1 Academy Quali. Decided to gift while I was still delirious from lack of sleep (Aussie F1 fan struggles lmao)

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

#formula 2 x you #f2 x reader #f2 fluff #formula 2 #formula two #paul aron #f2 #paul aron x reader #paul aron x you #paul aron fic #paul aron imagine #paul aron fluff #paul aron fanfiction #me and the discord love the fuck outta this man <3 he's our pookie bear 🫶

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

memoryshipping 💚💜

#uhhmumhmhhmhhjgj i did say stevens turn would be next ummmm #falls and shys away #im suddenly so shy to post this ome what the heckdhdhdjdjdj #yeah this was the 2000x2000 canvas drawing I was talking about HSHDJSJKSKS #im just gonna stand here and pretend i dont have the biggest tomato face as i prepare to post this one #aysuuddududhsush STEVEN #ANYWAYS UHHH AHHAHAHA GOLD HAHA OHH GOLD YOU'RE SO FUNNY HAHHA THEY'RE MARRIED STUPID #i promise you gold is not like this but its just so funny seeing gold act so mean just for this SHSHSJSJSHAHAAIOA #im literallyy meltinf at the full body drawing like AUAYRHHXUUDIDSS WHOAWIE I DID MAGICBBBSHDTJD #im so kilig fr bye #im really enjoying this style of. art'ing ahegegsheheh #oh and that aron? the name is esteban HAJAKAAJWHJSKE #that aron was stevens gift to her since she really liked his aggron 🫶 #AKSSHHSHSHDHBD YEAH IM JUST GONNA ROLL AROUND AND THINK ABT THIS DRAWING #♥️ memoryshipping #will change this tag super soon #gold.fam #~ art #i love my champion husb (gets shot) WE GET IT JIL #jaide (mangaverse).insert

[front-facing-pokemon]

#another bonus under the cut where i got up under their big head to get 'em a little closer and a little more front-facing #aggron #aggron is just cool. a big metal bitch who *could* hug you but is probably actually just gonna obliterate you. is that anything #i think i prefer lairon more. it's kinda just a little metal creature and i think that's awesome but aggron stands up #and normally i'm a big big fan of when pokémon stand up. when everyone wanted sprigatito to not stand up i was like #please stand up. because i am a furry and i knew it was gonna become favorite pokémon material if it did. and it did and meowscarada is #wonderful and i love it and it's one of my top like 10 of all time. but aggron is like. i dunno. a little too gruff for me #i think aron and lairon are cute and i'm generally a fan of and user of cute pokémon but aggron is very. how you say. aggressive #and also… ron… aggressive ron. new show on netflix i just reinvented aggretsuko but for pokémon #also weirdly every furry on the face of the earth likes aggretsuko but for one i've never had a netflix account and for two i just #don't ever watch shows. it's just not something that works in my brain. having to get them‚ and then just taking the time to sit down and do #it just never does anything for me. the last show i watched was because i was over at a friend's house and he was like hey. we're watching #this show now. i want you to see this show. and it's a show that folks generally lamented for a lot of reasons so i was like iii dunno about #that one! but he was like no trust me it's fine. and then i was like. kinda uninterested at first but it turned out to be really good #and i'm still ashamed. that i liked it as much as i did. so i will not say what it is. it's not supernatural. it's a short-ish show #but like it was good and i didn't expect it to be. which has nothing to do with aggretsuko OR with aggron for that matter #literally idk. look it's distraction (AGGRON DISTRACTION)

[dont-worry-honey]

I drew @aroneatsglue32 little mothman fella :3!!

He is looking at his mothman treats !!!

#art #traditional art #sketchbook #oc fanart #mothman #mothman oc #Ty for creating the fella aron #tbh I thought your username was ‘aro neats glue’ and I was like ooo they got their own glue #I love the fella #what’s his name? I just refer to him as fella #I love the fella can you tell? #I got new color pencils #so ofc I tested them out on the fella #I quite like these color pencils they’re a 75 pack called kingart #there was so many shades of grey/black it was so hard for me to tell the difference #I apologize if the colors are slightly off #anyways love the fella idk if I said that already #okay ramble over

[molliemoo3]

Dennis p17 to p5 in f2 and Callum p27 to p12 in indy is a pretty good day. And Paul and Estie Bestie podiums in f3 and f1.

#f2 #f3 #formula 3 #formula 2 #f1 #forumla 1 #we are gonna ignore the almost ueart attacks #i will fight the people saying dennis is just lucky #the joy of motorsport is you need to capitalise on the chaos #and him and MP did that #and Callum in indy #the racing gods decided they deserved love today #indycar #indy 500 #callum ilott #dennis hauger #esteban ocon #paul aron

[game-set-canet]

Arón Canet | QatarGP | Race: P3 | 19.11.23

#i love the little spins he does when he is done with the interviews and turns to the photographers #i love this man so much! you don't understand what he means to me #aron canet #moto2 #motogp #qatargp #my gifs #my canet gifs

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Prepare to cry because I am.

She's so excited and hopeful and happy!

He's dazed and a little confused. And feeling strange.

The way his voice cracks on this line fucking WRECKS ME.

She's so excited and happy for him! The spell is broken! The curse is cured! He's on his way of being human again!

He doesnt know what the fuck you're talking about babe.

The light is hurting his eyes. The brightness of it on his skin is burning, the hope flaming In front of him is bursting like a supernova.

He's discombobulated. He's dizzy. He's damn near human again.

She's so fucking happy.

The fucking PAIN IN HIS EYES.

He breaks the kiss and goes back to being scaley and galaxy eyed.

Back to the curse.

Because it's safe.

Fucking hell, his utterly broken expression. Fighting back tears, grasping at the trembling semblance of normalcy.

He's in disbelief, but he's trying to keep the shred of hope he had.

She kissed him right?

She came back to him right?

She's.... his....

Right?

Oh no.

#the range of expressions on his face #in just this minute long moment #shattered #hopeless #distraught #broken #she doesnt know what she did #she was doing this for him #on the off chance it was true love #and it is! #he's cured! #right? #you done fucked up a-aron #oh no #oh no no no no no #*h20 voice oher noer* #there's more scenes in a second to rip your heart out too #rumbelle #ouat rumple #belle x rumple #rumplestiltskin #belle french #ouat belle #1x12 #skin deep #ouat #once upon a time

[sunny-cafe-official]

IRL/DA culture is this meme i made to represent the feelings i feel at school 😌

They dont know 😔

DSKGHSLKDFHALKDHFS FR THO MAN i can't tell you how many times i've been in a heavy irl mindset at school around my irl friends and im like "they have no clue man wtf do i do"

#irl cultlure is #d/a culture is #irl #d/a #glad to see you're giving up being an anon /lh /t #love you aron /p #mod static

[httpiastri]

i aint never been this emotional over one pic before

#im melting :(((( #this is so- #it's them!! the besties !!!!!!! #i missed them way too much #it's just one silly little picture but im a mess 😭😭😭😭😭 #we've been praying for this 🙏🙏 and finallyyyyy #ralf aron i love you SO MUCH #he knows what we needed #so thankful for his services #gtg cry some more now okay thanks #f2 #f3 #f1 #paul aron #dino beganovic

[emphasisonthehomo]

Mr toxic trait as a natural ginger, is that I do judge people if their red hair dye looks bad. I get the color fades quickly or whatever, but still. Put some effort into it. C’mon.

#aron's opinonion #hairdressers love to tell me #how much money people will pay for this color #and every time i'm like #then why does it look like shit #was it from a box? #did you get that from a professional? #i would OF COURSE never say it to someone's face though

[certified-anakinfucker]

2,4,8,9,14,16,20,27,32,41 for Darrash

ren i hope you know it took me this entire time to finish yours specifically. and i fucking love you for it oh my god

pinging @nealev-legacy because it should be posted there and i still dont want to post it there. yeehaw. i am not putting this under the cut. look at my boy. i love him

2 — Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours? ✎ Can soup be a warm drink? He’ll take a nice warm soup in a thermos, space tomato-based or maybe like.. space chicken noodle. Honestly I’m more of a hot cocoa + Bailey’s type these days (he’d drink that too if it was offered.. but I’m not sharing w him because he’d drink it all)

4 — What is the thing they like the most about their friends and what is the thing their friends like the most about them? ✎ It depends on what friends you’re talking about.

|| His friends from Intelligence:

⊹ Teque’evira’zure (Fixer 65) — Darrash deeply admires Evira’s frankness and pragmatism in the light of numerous looming, dooming, and straight-up glooming emergencies. Evira can’t ever get enough of how Darrash is so unapologetic about the way he views the galaxy - somehow so closed, yet so understanding of it all.

⊹ Mart’adasha’zoani (Unknown Cipher) — Darrash thinks that Adasha is just a genuine prick. He loves it. And Adasha never denies it, until he gets sent out in the trenches (probably Quesh) and comes back to realize .. yeah that’s why Darrash acts like that. He gets it now. Massive respect.

⊹ Sark’anin’loski (Fixer 40-90) — Darrash thinks that Kaninl is just there sometimes. He looks really out of it.. he’s usually just floating through briefings and other meetings and lectures, but he is still a fully trained and capable Cipher who has more than proven his worth - just look at the mountain of accolades behind him. Kaninl thinks it’s funny that Darrash always looks so wound up even at rest (he scrunches his face in his sleep!) and will do his best to comfort the little Human.

⊹ Ilev’ari’do (Unknown Cipher) (@puirell) — Without condemning nor condoning, they understand one another.

⊹ Uvotau (Cipher 16) — Darrash feels bad for snatching the valedictorian spot from her so close to their graduation. Uvotau is happy that she lost it because she wouldn’t have made it through .. all of that.

⊹ Thulnias Oeth (Minder 85-10) — Darrash hoped there were no hard feelings regarding how he had to practically kidnap her, hogtie her, then stuck her in a crate to mail to her father Falner as a warning. Thulnias didn’t take it personally at all and, once she heard what her father had done, understands that she would have done the same thing. She’s mostly grateful that Darrash didn’t choose to outright assassinate her and THEN mail her to her father.

|| His friends from technically outside Intelligence:

⊹ Tika Kiza — Oh wow! Darrash’s first love, and the person who planted that seed of promise in his mind that there will always be another way. Darrash admired her endless optimism, even if she was sometimes desperate to see the brighter side and greener grass in somewhere as roiling as Nar Shaddaa. Tika sees how Darrash is always more than willing to throw himself into the line of fire for his loved ones; he’s done so twice for her, and knows he’s done it for others.

⊹ Eckard Lokin — Technically not a friend, but more of like Darrash’s third father (first being his biological, then Tylado I mean Watcher 17 I mean Keeper I mean Minister, and Eckard being Minister’s husband……..) - Lokin sees that dogged “I won’t give up” mentality Darrash has as both a blessing and a curse under threat of literal tranquilizers. Darrash thinks that Lokin is insane, but is also one of the most sane people he’s met in that profession anyway! It’s a win-win!

⊹ Vector Hyllus — VECTOR. THE HUSBAND. THE DARLING. Vector’s loved before. He’s also changed as a person; it wasn’t because of his Joining that he fell out of love with Anora, but even before then - that’s why he cut it off. But Vector fell in love again! With Darrash’s dedication to a promise, to diplomacy, and to genuinely trying his best. Even when deathly ill, when losing touch with himself, he did not succumb to urge. On the same hand, Darrash fell in love with Vector at first sight.. but spending more time with the Joiner and learning who he was - who he is. 

⊹ Raina Temple — This is Darrash’s baby sister now, just as much as his protégé. They bonded quickly with Darrash finding a void to fill I mean new friend. Raina looked up to him as a mentor first, then as a brother she never had - in the way he didn’t use the book but instead went AROUND the book. He taught her from his experience instead of the booksmarts. They’ve just got such a deep, unspoken sibling trust between them forged in the possible year-and-some-change they were even able to spend together.

⊹ Chance + Saber — The other two operatives he met while working with the SIS cell, and the two he tried his best to spare after his hand being forced in the suicide of Ardun Kothe. The both of them he views as more of his little siblings, ones to tuck under his arms and protect as best he can. In their eyes, Darrash is still the most intriguing agent they’ve ever met. They figured he was probably serious about defecting, and even Chance brought it up more than once, but when they saw him return to the Empire.. they could hold some veritable credit that Darrash really was trying to make the place a little better from the inside. || And his childhood friends: ⊹ Milknose + Dewdrop — Two Evocii that were apart of Darrash’s little childhood gang, most skilled in keeping eyes and ears out for any new drop boxes in the marshes. Where they admired Darrash’s will to even go out there and find them let alone break into them, Darrash admired them for the fact that they still stayed awake at night on longer operations, making sure that everyone came home safe and refusing to rest until.⊹ Chyvuri + Cromyn Lhilan — These are two Togorians (tabby tiger!) that were in the small gang. Both are older than Darrash. Chyvuri was probably the biggest culprit of babying him for his entire stay, given he wasn’t much older than her little runt brother Cromyn. Cromyn was only enabling this because, despite still being much larger than Darrash, he still stole in on the snuggles. They both became dear protectors in Darrash’s eyes, because no matter what happened .. at least one of them was always by his side in a flash to offer any help they could. Usually just brawn.⊹ Wlish’votho’blanor — Did you mean: Darrash’s baby brother? Because you’d be right. Hvotho’s earliest memories are full of Darrash’s voice and warm smile and gentle embrace, his humming. He carried those memories on his uh. unwilling journey across the galaxy before finally finding some peace. Darrash naturally just biases him because he was the one making and giving Hvotho his bottle, considering they’d found him as an abandoned orphan out in the wet nasty. (And there are a handful more I haven’t fully dev’d! But they love their lil guy!)

8 — What is a smell that makes them feel at home? ✎ Darrash will visibly melt in real time if he smells a good homemade stew on the fire. Hardly matters what’s in it, but something about the heat, the smell of meat simmering in the broth, how he feels simultaneously starving and already full..

9 — How would they react if a person they love (friends and family included) gave them a flower bouquet unexpectedly? ✎ If from his husband, Vector, he will actually start crying. His handful of friends close enough, it’s a tad questionable between their motives - in some cases he would immediately suspect that there is some cataclysmic event either going on or imminent; in other cases he will assume the flowers are poisoned and quietly set them down. (That last one is just Varido.)

14 — Quickly, let them give us some life advice! ✎ “When in doubt, murder is - in fact - not always the best option. Maybe copious amounts of bodily harm, but sometimes they’re more useful alive.

What I mean to say is, don’t always go for the easy and most immediately-gratifying option. Sometimes the best way is the way you dread most.”

16 — What was the happiest moment of their life? ✎ Darrash was about five years old. His mother came home late in the evening with a small bag containing leftovers from dinner service - Darrash had been waiting by the door for her to come back. (Masjona wasn’t coming home with her that day, he was overnighting at the palace. Johkel was with him.) He wasn’t afraid of being home alone but he did miss her to the point of breaking into tears when the door slid open, running straight into her hip and clinging to her as tight as he could. She sat him down in her lap and held him for a few moments before reaching out for a comb to clean up his hair, putting it in a neat bun before she kissed his forehead. Danwya made sure he knew that she loved him very dearly, no matter what, no matter what.

20 — What is their hidden talent? Is that a skill they’ve been practicing since childhood or just something they happen to know and never had the chance to show? Besides, was it something forced upon them, taught by someone close, or they picked it up themselves? ✎ A tad cliché but I’ll say his Force Sensitivity. It’s not really hidden though. He used it passively as a child for stealth reasons (like augmenting his speed, or sensing how many people were in a room) but very seldom for telekinesis. Nothing bigger than credits or picking locks. When he was taken to Intelligence, he was taught to suppress it as much as possible - only for use in dire situations. No interrogating, no torturing, just be a normal fucking person. He did use it rarely, mostly in the field without any prying eyes or wayward Sith.

27 — What is their romance’s theme song? ✎ OH BOY SONG TIME and yes im gonna make you sad DarrVector - Everybody Wants To Rule The World (Tears For Fears) (and a fun fact. ewtrtw ^ is one of darr's full-life theme songs!) DarrTika - Lost It To Trying - Paper Towns Mix (Son Lux) TikaDarrVector - Midnight Breaks (Amber Spill) DarrHunter - The Flame (Tamino)

32 — Draw or describe the silliest outfit you can think of. They now have it inside their wardrobe, but it’s a secret between you and them… unless someone finds out. ✎ I wanna give him a piece of the outfit I may or may not be planning for Monday. I’m debating on whether or not I’m gonna wear one of my black corsets (either a full one or a brocade/vest type) - then my black pleather skirt under it. And probably the pink and white cow print tights I showed you, with my new chunky high heel Mary Janes. Darrash would wear the fuck out of this. Literally.

41 — If they were a bath bomb, what scents and colors would you use to describe their personality? ✎ Something that smells heady and almost too overwhelming when you pick it up from the basket and sniff it dry, but mellows out once it hits the steamy hot water. It’s like, fresh cut grass IN THE GOOD WAY NOT THE KIND THAT MAKES YOUR ALLERGIES FUCK UP. And deep-bloom flowers, fresh-cut green vegetables and augh. Outside. But in a good way. The kind of outside that makes you remember that there are good things in life. As for colors, I’d be cheeky enough to make it that obnoxious yellow-wash of Hutta.

#cheeri ocs #i need a swtor tag #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev] #cheeri inquires #RENNNN RENRENRENRENREN #REN I LOVE YOU I ADORE YOU THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY BOY HE GAVE ME LOTS OF THOUGHTS

[molliemoo3]

I'm gonna end up complaining about hitech pitstops for all of next year aren't I???

#f2 #formula 2 #paul aron #paul i love you but why would you go there #theyre not great at the whole pitstop thing

[game-set-canet]

Uhhh so what's the deal with Aron Canet? I'm asking because your username lol seems like you're an aron canet girl. What's the riding and lore like. What about the tattoos 👀 (asking for completely normal reasons ofc)

hello lovely anon! 🥰 sorry for the late reply.

I’ll just collect random thoughts about him bc if I do a whole essay it would turn out as a 100+ pages book😂

what’s the deal with Arón Canet, that’s a great question 🥰😂 I started supporting him in 2018 – mostly by accident. I never really watched Moto3 until then, only MotoGP and Moto2 and I watched one single Moto3 race and immediately liked him. He is just a very special little guy <3 sadly he never won a single moto2 race (yet) but – like: always the bridesmaid, never the bride – he got a pretty impressive collection of 2nd place trophies at home. But he tends to get injuries a lot (wrists, metacarpal bone and he even lost the tip of a finger bc of a crash).

He is the cutest boyfriend someone can imagine – at least I think he is the cutest with his fiancée and I can’t wait for their wedding this year 🥹

usually he has a great connection with his teammates. especially with Jorge Navarro some seasons ago. Jorge invited Arón and Rocio to his wedding and they had a very lovely bond, even got a tattoo together!

I read somewhere that he originally wanted to be *fully* covered in tattoos (even the face) but he promised his grandfather not to tattoo his face. he was in the talks with a MotoGP team some time ago, but the team wanted him to cover/ger rid off his tattoos if he wanted to race for them – and they are not the only ones. He gets a lot of “hate” for his tattoos (don’t get me started about the “he is the bad guy! Just look at all the tattoos”-bullshit). Personally, I think his tattoos are amazing, he looks like a walking piece of art and it’s part of his personality and he is perfect the way he is ❤️

he is just a sweet little cupcake who deserves the world and more! ❤️

#just a little essay about aron <33 #thank you so much! #lovely anon #anonymous #ask me #aron canet

[jellyfishsthings]

Nerves and Stolen Kisses

I have been toying with the idea of writing a fic about him for quite sometime and after last weekend I just had to. Estelle ( Ollie's rumoured gf is mentioned here but it is a fake relationship for PR reasons.) Also Paul Aron has a gf... friends to lovers trope.

Shoutout to @httpiastri for the inspiration

The Saudi Arabian Grand Prix was fast approaching. And Ollie was a jumble of nerves and excitement as usual. Since the early hour of the day, he opened the curtains letting the sun into the room and you groaned into the pillow.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. Come on, we have a whole day ahead of us.”

“No, you do. I don't know why I came.”

“Because I am your bestest friend and I paid for your ticket and let you stay with me.”

“Both of which are for your benefit.”

“Come on….”

“Fine.” You say with a dejected sigh as you get up and you both get ready for the day. David, Ollie's dad was already waiting for you and you headed towards the paddock.

Everything was a frenzy and was passing by so quickly. As Ollie got into the garage and got ready for the quali you headed towards the stands trying to find Cassie, Paul's long-term girlfriend. Throughout the years you have formed a unique friendship. She was the only one who knew about your crush on Ollie and she teased you endlessly about it. Ollie and you had been best friends for the better part of your life, joint to the hip, having endless sleepovers, even if Dad didn't approve.

It was an endless nightmare being close enough to get a taste of all the what ifs, but never experiencing them.

“Do you and your lover boy share a room, huh?”

“It's not like that and you know it, Cassandra.”

“Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it?”

“So much. You have no idea. Yesterday I couldn't sleep and as the hours passed, he came closer and closer. He ended up holding me in his sleep. And I felt so bad because of Estelle. I know that they aren't really together and it's for PR, but still, I feel awful because technically I am the other woman… and she is just so nice and sweet. Never overstepping, I think she knows.”

We both stay quiet after that as the session continues.

“You know… whatever the case. You both love each other, platonically or not.”

“Yeah, I know.” I say as I watch the times set by all the drivers, Ollie having the fastest one yet.

“Looks like your man is on pole.”

We both make our way through the paddock, trying to pass the roaring sea of fans and we hand out already-signed autographs to anyone who asks for them. When we finally arrive, we part ways, before making promises about having dinner together at a restaurant Cassie wanted to try. And I head towards the Prema garage finding two beaming Bearmans, hugging.

“Hey Bear. Did you drive fast enough?” You call at him. And he grins like an idiot before swooping you into a tight hug spinning you. His laughter echoes in your ears as he sets you down.

“Yeah I drove fast enough, you minx.”

“Good. Now let's go. We are having dinner with Paul and Cassie in four hours and I want to see the city.”

“Give me five minutes to change and we are good to go.”

The afternoon is spent visiting local stores, trying to communicate in scrappy English and making terrible puns with products or street names. When they finally head to the restaurant their sides hurt from laughing. Dinner passed by as quickly as it came. As everyone says, time flies by when you are with the people you love.

Just as they open the door for their hotel room, Ollie flops in the bed as you head towards your computer and open it as hoards of emails and messages appear on the screen. Great more deadlines and essays to write until the end of the week.

“Leave it. We can pretend that we have nothing to do and watch a movie or local TV and try to understand what the hell is going on.”

“Thanks Bear. But I can't, as tempting as your offer is. Go to sleep, I will join you soon.”

And so you sit in front of your computer, ending essay after essay, sending them on time, until your eyes hurt from the pale blue light. The bed seems more welcoming than ever before as Ollie starfishes the entire length of it and his soft snores fill the empty space. Yeah, maybe it's time to call it a day.

An awful sound echoes in the room and eventually wakes you.

“I swear if it's one more ad I will jump from the window.” You grumble into your pillow as you steal the blankets and turn yourself into a burrito.

Ollie hisses as he opens his phone only to find a ton of messages and many missed calls from Ferrari. He dials Fred back as he moves towards the bathroom, trying to let you steal a few more minutes of much needed sleep.

When he emerges back in the room he sits down in front of you, his back supported on the bed.

“Ols, what's going on?”

“Carlos has an appendix”

“Oh no. Is he having surgery?”

“Yeah.” He says softly. “They want me to replace him.”

“What?” At that you are fully awake. Your hair is a netted nest and you look at him in shock. He looks at you, you his best friend who would look like a mess to anyone else but to him you look like the most beautiful and amazing creature in the world. Your mere presence has a more calming effect on him than anything else. If it weren't for you, he would have already lost his mind. “How? When? I…”

“We need to get to the paddock, if I don't want to miss FP3. I will wake up Dad and break the news to him.”

Soon after you enter the paddock and thousands of reporters try to get a better look at Ollie, flashing their cameras at you and bombarding you with questions as you make your way to the Ferrari garage and mechanics steal Ollie from you and David as they set to work quickly. David looks pale and sick as he paces into the garage trying to control his nerves through the FP3 and the Quali. When Ollie finally got off the car when he scored the 11th place, missing Q2 only by 3 hundreds of a second, you knew that this was it. He was finally shining like the bright star he was. He had done more than enough, his raw talent showing with barely one hour to get used to the car. And as mechanics and reporters closed around him. You couldn't help but feel like you didn't belong here. Where did you fit in? The reality hit you and it hit you hard. You hid in the back corners of the garage, eyes glued to the screen as everyone passed by without acknowledging you. You would happily hide in the shadows where he shined but this world wasn't meant for you. The anxiety was picking up at you, eating you alive from the inside.

And when Ollie got too close to the wall, your heart stopped beating. He was driving a car that was twice as fast and twice as dangerous than his normal F2 car. It was too much. The sound, the danger, everything really. Breathing suddenly seemed so hard and you needed a way out. As you hide behind the garage you call the one person who could understand. Terri picks up in the second ring her soft voice already calming you.

“Hey love. Is everything alright?”

“How do you do it? How can you stand back and do nothing?”

“You love him, don't you sweetheart?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Well … no I always hoped but… whatever the case, to answer your question you simply do it, you just have to. A driver needs his support system and you are it for him. You are his forever person, whether that is romantically or not. He needs to be near you and as much nervous as you are, so is he. Without you he would be lost, believe me I know my son. And I can bet you that as much as your heart breaks right now, you are also immensely proud.”

“Of course I am. But where do I fit in, in this world.”

“Right beside him, love.”

“Thanks Terri. Please call David. I think he is losing his mind and he is sick with worry.” You say chuckling before saying your goodbyes and head back towards the garage. The session is already over and Ollie is nowhere in sight.

Ollie plays with the power button of his phone trying to calm down but to no avail. The lock screen is a photo of the two of you. It was last summer both your skins flushed and hair slightly wet and tangled. You both smile at the camera and your eyes look bright with happiness. He feels slightly lighter but he knows that there is an impending panic attack and so he turns to the one person who could help him in this situation.

"I got your text," you say, tiptoeing inside and shutting the door behind you, careful to not make any loud sounds to scare him. "How are you doing?”

Ollie is sitting on a massaging table, elbows on top of his legs and head resting in his hands. His eyes are stuck on the floor, his silence is defeaning. When he still doesn't answer, your heart rate picks up. Is something really wrong?

You make your way over to him, hands finding his cheeks and softly tilting him up to look at you – and you swear you've never seen him look this wrecked before. Not after his worst crashes, not when he lost the rookie championship last year, not when he was cheated out from the Formula 3 championship. Once again, you've entered completely new territory, and your heart breaks at the sight.

"Ollie, talk to me," you plead, holding back the tears that starts to form on your eyes and threatento spill. It's so painful to look into his eyes, but you can't back down. Not now, not when he needs you this much.

"I'm-" his voice cracks but he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do."

It's like he's oozing anxiety, and his heavy sigh is like a stab in your chest. Ollie, your usually so calm and collected best friend is probably going crazy over this – you know him well enough by now to understand that he's definitely freaking out even more on the inside than what he shows or tells. He is a messy jumble of nerves.

"I get that. One hundred per cent. But.." your thumbs begin to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, along his jaw, and then finally across his eyebrows, to which his eyes flutter closed. "This is your dream. It's been your dream since forever, and now you finally have the chance.”

"And it's not just any car, it's a Ferrari. Do you realize how cool that is? Do you realize how many people would kill for an opportunity like this?" You smile at the sight of him with his eyes still shut, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, messy fringe covering his forehead. Even like this, at his most stressed state, he's completely gorgeous, not that you would ever tell him that. "You would've killed for an opportunity like this just 24 hours ago."

"But what if I ruin it?" His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, shoulders slumping forward. "What if I go out there and I'm shit, and then they realize what a big mistake they've made by even putting me in the academy? What if-"

"It won't happen." His eyelids slowly open and he looks up at you, seemingly not even the slightest upset that you cut him off. "You're too good to do that. You'll get in that car and it will feel like your second home, just like it always does."

Finally, a small smile makes its way onto his lips. It's only been a few minutes since you came in, but he seems much more relaxed now, leaning into your touch completely. "I'll try my best to make you proud."

“I'm always proud of you, you mufflehead.”

A laugh bubbles from his chest and he stands up from the table, opening his arms wide and pulling you in for a tight hug. His heart is still beating louder than a drum in his chest when your ear is pressed up against it, and you're almost worried it will jump out any second now. But his breaths are much more controlled now, and his mind seems much lighter. And soon enough his heartbeat slows to normal.

“I bet that in twenty four hours not only will you finish the race, you will score points and beat Max Verstappen.”

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves” he says chuckling. “God, my neck is killing me.”

“Sit down. I've got you.” And so you start massaging his neck. It's stiff and hard under your hands and he lets a small groan as you untangle one of the knots that were quite painful. After a few minutes he is putty in your hands, his eyes closed, trusting you completely and feeling at ease for the first time in the past two days.

True to your world, Ollie crosses the finish line in seventh place, having gained points in his debut. But the one thing that kept him calm through the process was the thought that she was waiting for him in the cool down room. When the race finishes and drives the car back home he jumps from his seat and he can't get fast enough to her. People around him are praising him and congratulating him but they all fall to deaf eyes.

When he finally gets into the room to change into new fireproofs, she is patiently waiting for him. Her eyes are a little misty and her face flushed.

“I told you.”

“I didn't beat Max.”

“Still.”

She closes in on him and her hands are thrown around his neck, he reciprocates the hug immediately as his heart beat finally slows down. They doth draw away after a while only for him to dive back into her and kiss her firmly on the lips. Shock petrifies her and when he stops, he places his forehead on top of hers. He is a flustered mess and he is mumbling apologies, before she reconnects their lips.

For the following hours Ollie sports a shit-eating grin on his face. Everyone thinks that it is because of his amazing performance and not for kissing the girl that held his heart captive since they were five years old.

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