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bad268 · 2 months
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Out-of-Pocket (Pepe Marti X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3
Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (ily zep also happy race week!)
Warnings: none.
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 869
Summary: Out-of-pocket grid walks and podcasts
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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The first race of the season was one for the books. The energy was high, the excitement was through the roof, and all of the drivers were ready to get back to racing. As someone with a moto racing podcast, you were having a blast in the paddock. The plan was you were going to do a Martin Brundle-style grid walk, asking random questions to whatever drivers you could find.
“Jak!” You shouted, running up to your American friend who was walking with Ollie and Kimi. “Can I ask you guys questions for the pod?”
“Don’t say tyre deg,” Jak joked as the other two nodded.
“That's a tequila shot, Jak,” You laughed. “Anyway, I don’t have any on me so, Jak, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you found a dead body in your hotel room?”
“That’s so random, but I would call my team, I guess?” Jak responded, confused about where the question came from.
“Good to hear you trust your team, sounds like you guys will have a good year,” You stated. “Does this mean you are getting along well with your new team?”
“Yeah, I love the team, and I think we’re gonna do well this year,” Jak beamed. 
“Thank you, Jak. Now, Ollie,” You moved the microphone over to Ollie, “You hit me as the type of guy who needs beauty sleep.”
“Where is this going?” He laughed.
“Why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I’ve seen the LAP videos, and you don’t look very beautiful when you wake up,” You teased him.
“Oh you’re one to talk,” He gasped in disbelief, “As if anyone in your opinion looks good waking up unless they’re Pepe!”
“Hey, no need to call me out in my own podcast here!” You jokingly scolded. “I ask the questions. Now, why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I need to know.”
“Maybe it’s not about physical beauty and more about mental beauty,” Ollie quipped. “Ever think of that?”
“No, I did not Aristotle,” You replied sarcastically. “Thank you for bestowing your great mind upon us, oh great one.”
“With pleasure,” Ollie jokingly bowed as he left to follow Jak.
“Kimi! The new man on the block! Tell me, how many pennies do you think would fit in your car?”
“At least five,” Kimi answered immediately and seriously.
“Fair point, thank you,” You replied just as seriously as you moved on to your next target, running after him. “Dennis, do fish drown?”
“NO!” He shouted, started by your sudden appearance. “No, I looked this up and drowning is inhaling water. Fish breathe water, so unless they stop moving and water blocks their gills, they can't drown, but they can suffocate on water.”
“Damn, thanks Bill Nye the science guy,” You said sarcastically as you moved on, beelining for one of your favorite F3 drivers to ask questions to. “Sebastian Montoya, I have a question for you.”
“I love these,” he said to himself before leaning into the microphone and shouting, “Hi Pod!”
“Don’t! I’m the star here,” You joked. “Anyway, if you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you weak or strong?”
“Neither, you’re gullible,” He answered.
“Oh, that's a dollar word, look at you go!” You chuckled as you moved on once again. This time you ran into a world champion. “Fernando! My favorite Spanish driver!” You shouted as you ran over to him but not before whispering into the mike, “Lies, Pepe is my favorite.”
“We all know Pepe is you’re favorite, no need to flatter me,” He laughed.
“Well, at least we’re all on the same page,” You dismissed. “In your opinion, what is the worst mode of transportation?”
“Roller skates,” He said after a moment. “The ones with the wheels in a line.”
“What do you have against roller blades, Nando?” You chuckled, genuinely curious.
“I just never learned how to ride them,” He laughed.
“Fair enough, thank you!” You said as you heard back to the Campos garage, knowing Pepe was probably finished with his interview by now. You saw him sitting on the couch in the driver’s room that he shares with Isack, scrolling through his phone. “And here we find the friend of the show, Pepe, in his natural habitat; hiding from everyone.”
“You do know I can hear you,” He chuckled, not even looking up from his phone.
“Oh shit, I thought he was deaf,” You whispered into the microphone, but still loud enough for him to hear. You moved into the room and sat beside him, leaning into his side. “I have a real question for you.”
“Something tells me it’s not a real question, but go on.”
“How does it feel to be in a relationship with the most out-of-pocket moto racing podcaster on the planet?”
“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” He replied as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “You should talk to Clement to get on Screaming Meals. I bet that would be the most chaotic episode ever.”
“Don’t give me any more ideas,” You groaned. “Also, I’m trying. James said no.”
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incorrect-prema · 1 year
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René: What do you do when someone offers you drugs?
Arthur: Take them!
Sebastian: Punch them in the neck!
Dino: Say thank you!
Ollie: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!
René: …
René: No.
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pxperplxnets · 2 years
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hiii i saw ur posts and i wanted to request a fluffy oneshot w kimi please 💗💗💗thank u
summary: kimi and y/n are constantly teased about their feelings for each other
pairing: kimi x reader
word count: 849
warnings: none
lowercase intended!
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being surrounded by boys at all times was hard. even more when all of them treat you like a sister, which meant that mockery was more than common. the only person that didnt treat y/n like a sister was kimi, and everyone seemed to notice it but her. since y/n had joined prema, a certain brown haired boy had been pinning over her constantly. of course, he didn't know that she saw him the same way. everyone noticed and made it clear for them, but they both refused to admit it. in this particular day, y/n sat with sebastian and hamda, who were chatting away about something she didn't quite understand. not that she was paying attention anyways. she was too busy looking at kimi, who was talking to one of the engineers a couple tables away. “you do understand that looking at him wont do anything, right?” sebastian asked, making the girl look back at him. “i don't know what youre talking about” she tried to deny “im talking about how you and kimi constantly drool over each other but won't admit it” hamda nodded at his words. “he doesnt drool over me” she insisted “yes he does, its kinda sad at this point” y/n rolled her eyes before directing them towards the boy again, deciding to ignore sebastian. their eyes met for a split of a second before he looked back at the man he was talking to, red as a tomato. “look at you, all red because she’s staring at you,” the man said, laughing at his blushed face. “she is not” he defended, looking at her direction only to see her focused on whatever hamda was saying. “you gotta go for it, mate. if not, you will lose your chance with her” kimi felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back at his opposite. “whatever, lets focus on the data.” the days passed by and kimi and y/n seemed to be having the same interactions with everyone. people teased them endlessly and tried to talk some sense into them, but it did nothing more than annoy the two teenagers. y/n found herself basically running away from conrad and kirill the moment they got distracted. they had been teasing her about her crush for what felt like hours and she couldn't take it anymore. she headed for the driver's bus, knowing that there was no one there. on the other hand, kimi seemed to have the same idea. “oh, sorry” she said as she opened the door and noticed there was someone there already. kimi recognized her voice immediately and turned rapidly to see her “its okay” her heartbeat slightly picked up when she noticed who it was. “is everything okay?” he asked, wondering why she was in such a rush “yeah, just trying to run away from conrad and kirill” she chuckled. he smiled at her laugh, it truly was one of the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. “why?” he furrowed his eyebrows slightly “they are being more annoying than normal, well, everyone is” she let go an exasperated sigh, pushing herself up to seat on one of the tables. “i know right!” he agreed. “what are they annoying you about?” y/n asked after a couple second of silence, wanting to keep the conversation going “uhm… they have this idea that you like me” his words were almost whispers. “oh…” her tone matched his “i know it's not true, don't worry” he smiled weakly, looking down at the floor. y/n didn't know what to say. she wanted him to know it was true, but she was scared. what if he didnt like her back? what if he laughed at her face? she knew he wouldn't do that, he was too nice, but it still scared her. fuck it. “what if it wasn't a joke?” she asked suddenly, making kimi look up at her. “what?” he looked so confused, it was kind of adorable. “what if i actually did like you? how would you react?” he didn't want to believe what was happening, it must have been a cruel joke. “you don't though, right?” he was scared, if it was a joke, it wasn't funny. “i do.” y/n wasn't scared anymore. she was already doing it and she wasn't going to back off now. there was silence for a moment. she was looking at him expectantly, trying to decipher what he thought. “i like you too” his words resonated in her head. he liked her back. “good.” she smiled. he smiled back at her, and just as he was about to say something else the door slammed open. “fucking finally!” arthur cheered, causing the large group of people behind him to cheer. y/n covered her face in embarrassment while kimi smiled at her gesture before approaching the door and closing it on their faces without a word. he turned to her, moving her hands off her face softly before pecking her lips shyly. she chuckled at his shyness before enveloping him in a hug.
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this was my first request! i hope you liked it<3 
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rossacorsa · 1 month
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the australian grand prix is genuinely destroying my sleep schedule.
" oh , I'll sleep after f3 !! " ( btw, congrats to sebas for the point ) ... " aww its only like 30 minutes to f1 " .... " oh I'll watch the first half then sleep " .... and now im here tired asf struggling to sleep because f2 is in like 5 minutes .
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httpiastri · 1 month
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okay but like. if anyone has more vids from the f3 fanzone today of christian talking about him, sebas and pepe… or if anyone’s seen any clips of that online……
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im BEGGING you. i need them in my life. they will bring me so much happiness. the story on the f3 ig isn’t enough
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yukeycardtsunoda · 2 years
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seb²
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oscar-piastri · 1 year
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a series of motorsport edits ↠ red bull juniors racing in f2 and f3
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killa-trav · 2 years
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okay so it turns out seb actually is good friends with the montoya family and he even attended sebastián montoya’s baptism
cos he is good friends with sebastián montoya’s uncle apparently n here is a pic of them from way back in the day
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so in conclusion seb is a social butterfly who’s ability to talk to literally everyone knows no limits
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itstiffs · 1 month
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tuned into the f3 feature race just to see dino P1!😆
also sebastian in P6 :)
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backwardscapcarlos · 9 months
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Sebastian Montoya (Hungarian GP - July 21, 2023) 📷 Rudy Carezzevoli
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bad268 · 10 months
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Ik it says no specific character but I am on my knees for sebastian montoya (mans gen z personified)COuld we get a driver reader and him and the reder inviting him to go to prom maybe beause he couldnt go to his?(Ik this is oddly specify and i am sorry you dont have to tdo this )
Drive Me to Prom? (Sebastian Montoya X Driver! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3
Requested: Clearly (yo so the whole specific characters thing was so people would stop requesting characters I don't write for anymore, but anything regarding f1/2/3 drivers, I will DROP EVERYTHING FOR THEM lol)
Warnings: cheezy promposal
Pronouns: First POV (I/me), but fem-ish reader (wears dress mentioned but not actually talked about)
W.C. 1605
Summary: The reader tries to surprise Sebastian with a Prompoasl, but it does not go according to plan.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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It was something really random to find out. While Sebastian and I were filming a video for the team’s YouTube channel, one of the questions asked about extracurriculars in school. It was a harmless question, really! But somewhere, somehow, we got on the topic of school dances.
“I was able to go to homecoming this year, and I think my prom is coming up soon,” I answered enthusiastically. 
“I never actually went to my prom,” Sebastian admitted. My head shot over to him, confused. He looked even more confused at my reaction, “What?”
“Two things,” I started, “One, you wanted to go to your prom? And two, you just decided not to go?”
“I mean it’s a standard thing with high school. I would have liked to go, I guess,” he laughed in response. The disappointment in the second half of his response was easy to detect, “And two, I also had a race the week of my prom. Even if I wanted to go, I couldn’t.”
Thus, the plan began. Since I knew my prom was going to be on a week we did not have a race, and I knew I wanted to go, I was going to ask Sebastian to prom (not like I would want to go with anyone else, but y’know).
The first thing I needed to do was coordinate with his parents and friends. His parents were more than willing to help, and they even volunteered to take him suit shopping inconspicuously. I said they didn't need to because the dress I found was a dark navy blue that matched perfectly with one of the suits he already owned. Then his friends were easy to convince. They were already busy visiting family as the date fell while we were on a break, so they had no problem with not making plans with Sebastian.
Next, I had to plan with the team. There was no way I was letting them schedule us for another last-minute, meaningless meeting during prom. They were (surprisingly) okay with it, as long as we agreed to come in two days later for a promotional video and simulator work which I had no problem with. 
Finally, the last thing I needed to do was ask him. I should not have been nearly as nervous as I was, but I wanted it to be perfect. I has so many ideas for how to ask him, but I knew I wanted to be cheesy and try to connect it to racing. I ended up deciding on a sign that I would take to the next race since we had one more race weekend before prom. The sign read, “Can you drive me to prom? I don't have my license.” I also printed pictures of our cars to put on the corners. It’s in reference to the fact that Sebastian has his normal driver’s license while I only have my super license. 
The race I decided to ask him was at Imola, one of our favorite tracks. We both qualified well (him at P1, me at P3), and I won the sprint race with Sebastian in P2. It was the first 1-2 of the season! We had a break between the podium and the media panel, so we were able to head back to our team trailer after a brief photo shoot. We both split off to different sides of the trailer to take showers and change into comfortable clothes. 
Sebastian immediately laid flat on the floor once he was done, and when I came out, he pulled me to lie next to him with a laugh. A couple of the staff chuckled at our antics, but let us be. 
“That was a pretty good race,” he said quietly with a yawn, “I don’t want to do interviews.”
“It was a great race, and you don't have to, technically,” I responded just as quietly. He looked skeptical before I elaborated, “You could just pay the fine if you really don’t want to go.”
“No, I just like whining about it,” he chuckled, pulling me deeper into his side as he buried his face in my hair. “Plus, I would never turn down a panel with you by my side.”
“You mean you by my side,” I laughed pulling away to make eye contact. “Last I checked, I was the one that won the race, Mr. Montoya.”
“Ah, right,” he joked, “We should actually start heading over now. We can pick up a smoothie or something on our way over. My treat for you winning fair and square.”
“Is that supposed to be condescending?” I joked back, moving to stand up and brush off my clothes. I held out my hand to help him up, him immediately taking it and standing up but not letting go as he pulled me into his chest for a hug. “Is this your apology?”
“No, the apology is that I’ll also get you a smoothie and food,” he responded, placing a kiss on my nose. “Did you put my wallet in your backpack earlier?”
“Yeah, you asked me too,” I chuckled, pulling away slightly to kiss him for a moment before moving back to point toward my driver’s room. “I need to grab my phone if you want to grab your wallet from my bag.”
“On it,” he said as he kept my hand in his and led us to the room. We split off, him grabbing my bag from the desk and me going toward the bathroom where I had my phone charging on the counter. Before I head back out, I checked a couple of notifications until Sebastian called out to me, “Hey, Y/N, what’s this?”
I walk out and see him reading something and I instantly know what it was: the poster. I immediately reached to grab it from him, hiding it behind my back despite knowing that he’s already seen it and read it. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“You were going to ask me to prom?” He asked in disbelief.
“I was going to do it after the race tomorrow,” I admitted, “but now it’s not a surprise.”
“Ask me now.”
“What?”
“I said,” he paused as he wrapped his arms around my waist, one arm pulling the sign out from behind my back, “Ask me now.”
“Seb, you didn’t get to go to your prom, and I have my prom next week. You have a driver’s license, and I only have my super license. Maybe you could drive me to prom?” I asked as I leaned back, still with his arms around my waist, and held the sign up. “And we can dance if you want to.”
“I could not imagine going with anyone else,” he laughed, pushing the sign down so he could kiss all over my face. We basked in the moment for a couple of minutes before hearing our managers calling our names. “I guess that’s our call, isn’t it?”
“I mean we could just not answer and sneak out the back,” I suggested, gesturing toward the door that lead to a staircase directly toward the pack of the paddock. “We could just take the fine.”
“Do you really want to pay the fine when we have no real reason to miss the interview?”
“Not really, but I am hungry, so I’m weighing my options.”
“Come on,” he chuckled as he pulled me toward the normal door, grabbing his wallet on the way and propping the sign up against the wall before walking out. When we got to the main section of the trailer, we found our managers talking on the phone. 
“Nevermind, we found them,” my manager said to the person on the call as they hung up. They both looked at us suspiciously before asking, “Do we want to know what you were doing in Y/N’s driver’s room together?”
“You say that like we did something wrong,” Sebastian pointed out. The look on our managers’ faces told us that they definitely thought we were doing something in there. “Wait, no we did not do what you think! The worse that we did was contemplate just taking the fine.”
“Okay, no,” his manager laughed, “we are not taking the fine. We were trying to find you because you need to do a post-race photoshoot and eat before the panel.”
“Oh, we already did the photo shoot,” I pointed out. “We did it before we showered and changed. Plus, we were just about to head out to get smoothies.”
“Make sure you get real food too, please? The last thing we need is one of you passing out during the interview. You’ve got 2 hours!”
“Got it,” Sebastian shouted behind him as we already started running out of the trailer toward the array of food stands. We slowed down once we reached a shaded table off to the side of one of the stands. Sebastian pulls out my chair, allowing me to sit first before pushing it in and taking the seat across from me. “Looks like we’ve got extra time to kill, so what do you want to get? My treat.”
“Is that supposed to be condescending?” I joked, leaning forward in my seat.
“Shut up or I won't buy you anything,” he pressed with an eye-roll. “Now, what do you want?”
“Well-” I started.
“No, don’t turn this on me,” he immediately interrupted, “I’m trying to congratulate you on your win.”
“And I want a smoothie, so you choose the actual food!” I retorted. “Second place is not easy either, so you choose the food.”
“You’re a menace.”
“I try.”
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incorrect-prema · 1 year
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Sebastian: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!
Sebastian: *aggressively throws water bottles*
Gabriele: Uh... what's up with him?
Gabriel: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.
Sebastian: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!
Dino, crying: It's working.
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pxperplxnets · 2 years
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Hiyaa could you do the dating headcannons but with Sebas?💜If not its okay :)
dating sebastian montoya would include:
-sebas is the loml
-his love language is definetily touch
-he likes to hold you
-big cuddling fan
-he also loves showing you off
-like on tik tok or instagram or literally any app
-filled to the brim with you content
-he would do girlfriend photodumps
-post a bunch of pictures of you totally randomly
-i also think sebas is the friend that takes pictures of everything
-like oh, you're eating a mango? picture you're sleeping? picture you fell on your ass while walking? picture
-also would post the dumbest pictures/videos of you
-”sebas, i am literally running around in circles!” “no, you are CUTELY running around in circles”
-this man does not sleep
-at least not when he is supposed to
-3:30 am energy sprouts
-i dont know if thats how people call them but you get the idea
-thats why he has so many pictures and videos of you doing stupid shit
-he adores bringing you to races
-motivates him to do better
-he is such a family guy as well
-he would want you to get on with his family so bad
-like he would set up "play-dates" for you and his sister
-even though you are a bit old for play-dates
-if you speak spanish his life is complete
-if you dont he’ll teach you
-he would call you nick names in spanish
-he just knows that you like them so he does
-and tell you cheesy pick up lines in spanish
-”tan bonita y sin novio?” (so pretty and without a boyfriend?) “sebas, you are my boyfriend”
-that one doesnt sound that good in english but bear with me
-I think he would really value your opinion
-like if you said not to cut his hair he wouldn't yk
-once again 10/10 experience
-would recommend
-sebastian marry me pls
-i speak spanish
-i'll cook
-i'll clean
-i'll do anything you want me to
-just give me a chance
-also had @myplantregulus help with this one
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lxndonorris · 11 months
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lesbianracecars · 2 years
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i have just been punched in the stomach and called ancient by dino beganovic and sebastian montoya’s throwbacks playlist
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gardenofadonis · 2 years
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Dino hitching a scooter ride from Sebas to the driver's briefing
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