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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

~~(^Google/Multiformula)

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.”

~~~~~

#sebastian montoya x reader #sebastian montoya #formula 3 #f3 #formula 1 #formula 2 #f1 #f2 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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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

#sebastian montoya x reader #prema racing #prema #pxperplxnets #freca #frecaheadcanons #sebastian montoya #prema headcanons

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bad268 · 3 months

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hiii! any chance you could write a Sebastian Montoya enemies to lovers fic? in my Sebas era at the moment 🤩🥳

Because of You (Sebastian Montoya X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient I loved this request!)

Warnings: road rash, injury, mentions of being attacked, hurt/comfort, “i had nowhere else to go” i hate myself

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 2015

Summary: Classic enemies to lovers with Sebas

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Racing was my life. For as long as I could remember, I was racing, and I was racing well. I rose through the ranks relatively quickly going straight from karting to single-seater championships within two years, and I was already catching the eyes of different Formula 1 teams.

One thing is for certain: I had my fair share of haters. One of which was someone I looked up to while karting who then turned out to be my teammate in F4 and FRECA at Prema and eventually, in F3 for HiTech. That person would be none other than Sebastian Montoya.

It was all fine when we first met during preseason testing for F4. We were getting along great, found some common interests, and he gave me some tips and tricks he used to prepare for a race. All was well until the season started, and I started winning.

It was like I was no longer a friend but a competitor, so I did what I always did and reciprocated the acts. If he was going to be cold to me, I would be cold right back. I was taught to never waste my time on people who didn’t deserve it, and when he ran me off the road during a crucial race of the FRECA season, I saw red.

“You gonna run me off the track again, Montoya?” I teased as we both walked out of the HiTech garage toward our new cars for free practice in Spielberg for the F3 race. “I don’t think the bosses would appreciate that, honestly.”

“If you stay out of my way, we won’t have a problem,” He sneered, rolling his eyes as he finished doing up his race suit.

“Oh, trust me. I plan to be nowhere near you,” I laughed as I pulled my balaclava over my head and started preparing the straps to my helmet. “Besides, it’s not like I have a problem with keeping my nose clean.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed given that you crashed into Gabriele last week,” Sebastian mocked, pointing out my DNF from a couple of weeks ago.

“Because you turned wide!” I exclaimed, slamming my helmet down on the table. “You turned into me, and I took evasive action. It wasn’t my fault. You were the one that got the penalty, dumbass.”

“At least I finished the race,” he snickered as he turned to walk toward his car.

“And at least I can run in the top 3,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“Mind saying that a little louder?” Sebastian snapped, turning to face me as he came to stand directly in front of you.

“I said, at least I can run in the top 3,” I stated firmly, not backing down from his threatening stance. “At least I can say that I’ve won in Monaco. I’m keeping up in the title fight, and where are you? Oh, right! Down in 14th. Our gap is almost as bad as Alonso on Stroll.”

“My car is shit, and you know that,” he seethed, getting up in my face as he pointed a pinger at my chest.

“Excuses, excuses. We have the same fucking car, Seb,” I pointed out as I glared at him. “We all have the same fucking car, so don’t blame the team for your shitty driving style. Maybe if you knew how to drive, you would keep up.”

“You two can fuck later, get in your cars!” Dino shouted from the next garage over as he put his helmet on.

“Shut up, Dino!”

The race went great for me. I secured pole position, scored third in the sprint, and won the feature race. These points shot me up from third to leading the championship. I was on top of the world. I decided I was going to celebrate for the night before I left for the next race.

I was walking through the streets of Monaco pretty late at night. I was pretty sure I knew where I was going but it was also my first time in Monaco. I should have followed the map closer. I don’t remember if I walked into a bad area or if it was some crazy haters. All that I remembered was them yelling at me.

“You’re stealing a seat from people who really deserve it!”

“You’re never going to win the championship!”

“Gabriel deserved that win! You’re just in his way!”

“Undeserved! You’re just lucky!”

At some point, it got physical, and they didn’t stop until they heard sirens in the vicinity. I was breathing heavily as I picked myself up off the ground, immediately taking notice of the soreness across my face and my limbs. Somehow, I limped my way back to the hotel I would need to check out of in the morning.

I got into my room, and as soon as I saw my reflection, I broke. It hit like a ton of bricks (and looked like it too). I slid down the wall, letting it all out. Maybe I didn’t deserve to be in F3. Maybe I didn’t deserve my seat. There are definitely more talented drivers out there. Heck, Ollie swept the weekend at the last race in Baku, and I couldn’t get past Fornaroli for second in the sprint. Maybe they were right.

I took a deep breath, stood up, and moved toward the restroom to get a good look at the wounds and clean them. My right eye was black and bruised, there was a large gash on my eyebrow, my lip was bleeding, and don’t even get me started on the road rash on my arms and legs. I was going to need some supplies to clean these up.

I grabbed my room key and walked out to the hall. Hopefully, Dino or Paul would be in their rooms. Across the hall was Dino’s room to which he didn’t answer. I sighed, already knowing if Dino didn’t answer, he probably already left, and chances are Paul was also gone. Still, I moved over a door and knocked on Paul’s door. Of course, he’s gone too.

They were the only people I talked to on the grid, and I was not about to swallow my pride and go to the lobby for a first aid kit. Just as I was about to head back into my room, I saw a light flash from under a door. Specifically, Sebastian’s door. How desperate was I going to get for this first aid kit? Enough to ask my sworn enemy for help? Yes.

I sighed, walking up to his door. I hesitated before knocking. What was he going to say? What if he laughed? What if he just slammed the door in my face? What if- I didn’t let my mind run anymore as I hurriedly knocked. It took a couple of seconds, but a confused Sebastian opened the door. As soon as he registered it was me, his gaze hardened until he took into account my appearance, his eyes softening almost immediately.

“I had nowhere else to go,” I whispered as I bit my lip, already expecting him to turn me away. “Do you have a first aid kit I can borrow?”

“Who the fuck mauled you?!” He all about shouted as his jaw dropped.

“Shut up,” I hissed, covering his mouth as I pushed him into his room. I closed the door quickly as I flipped us, so I was leaning into him against the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You’re gonna wake someone up.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically as he pushed my hand away from his face in annoyance but quicking wincing as he heard my hiss of pain as he rubbed against one of the road rashes on my arm. He sighed as he dropped his voice to a softer tone, “Sorry, it’s not every day your teammate shows up at your door bloody. Forgive me for freaking out.”

“No, it’s a valid response,” I admitted, stepping back to give him space. That’s when I notice his eyes looking me up and down, taking in all of the injuries. “I just need alcohol and bandages if you have any.”

“Here, hop on the counter,” He offered, leading me into the bathroom. “I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to help me jump up as the rashes on my legs had started scabbing and it was getting difficult to bend them. We fell into a comfortable silence, surprisingly, as he started addressing the wounds on my legs first. As he moved up my legs, he would glance up at me, making sure I was comfortable with what he was doing, causing me to nod almost every time. The one time I didn’t nod immediately was when he got back to my hips and grabbed the end of my shirt. “What if there’s a rash on your side? Or something with your ribs?”

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with taking my shirt off in front of you, Seb,” I said, honestly. “We’re constantly at each other’s throats. Who’s to say you won't make a comment about my body?”

“I would never,” He defended, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. How about I just lift it and do a quick check? If there’s nothing, we move to your arms.”

“Quick check,” I pressed, sending him a pointed look, “Nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” he smirked, pulling up my shirt a little and his eyes grew wide immediately. “So, good news and bad news. Good news, there’s no rash. Bad news, you are fifty shades of back and blue.”

“You’re kidding,” I gasped as I tried to turn around and look at my reflection, but quickly felt the pain from turning, causing me to hiss in pain again. “Okay, I believe you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He stood directly in front of me but refused to meet my eye.

“Why would you be sorry? It’s not like you did this,” I asked. He had no reason to apologize for something he didn’t do. “If anything, you’re making it better.”

“I just- if I had been nicer, if we had been friends, if I had gone out with you tonight, none of this would have happened,” he admitted. “Instead, I was in here, watching a movie while you were out getting attacked. I just feel like I could have prevented this somehow.”

“That is out of your control,” I told him. Of course, it was! “You can’t control how people feel toward me. You can’t control the haters.”

“But if you had someone with you, the haters probably wouldn’t have approached you,” he explained, finally meeting my gaze. “I could have protected you.”

“That’s sweet of you, but you hated me when I left the track. There’s no way you would have risked yourself on my behalf.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a fine line between hate and love,” Seb admitted. “Maybe I was jealous of your success. It’s hard being compared to my dad all the time, and I was finally doing good. No offense, but you came in out of nowhere and started dominating. I don’t know if I was just jealous or envious.”

“Really? I’m here because of you!”

“What?”

“You were my idol, Seb,” I chuckled. “I saw you at a karting competition a few years ago, and because of you, I started karting. I was so excited to race with you, and it was awesome getting to learn from you ahead of the season. Then, you just flipped, and I didn’t know what I did. All I knew was that suddenly you hated me, and I reacted back.”

“You’re here because of me? And because of me, we became enemies?”

“Yeah, but because of me, we could be in our lover's arch,” I slipped in, jokingly. At least, it was supposed to be jokingly. Sebastian didn’t take it as a joke as he immediately leaned in and connected our lips in the first of many kisses.

~~~~~

#sebastian montoya x reader #sebastian montoya #sebastian x reader #sebas x reader #formula 3 x reader #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #formula 3 imagine #formula 2 #formula 3 #f2 x reader #f2 #f3 x reader #f3 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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bad268 · 7 months

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Dream (Sebastian Montoya X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Day 1 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 386

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/Redbull announcement)

It’s been years since I was in the paddock. It was weird being back after so long. I almost missed it, but it also brought back a lot of memories.

The promotion videos I made with Gabriele, stupid challenges with Gabriel, pranking the engineers with Dino, and antagonizing other drivers with Sebas. It was so fun racing with Sebas in F4 since I raced him in karts. We practically grew up together and we were the best tag team. All of those memories brought a smile to my face.

And then I remembered why I couldn’t be with him anymore. The last time I was on any track was at Valleluga 2020 during my Italian F4 campaign. That race, unfortunately, led to my immediate and untimely retirement from motorsports. The rain mixed with the need to finish in the points was not a good mix, and I was paying the price.

Now, I got a position with my old racing team, Prema, as a photographer, and today was my first day back on a track since the accident.

I had just finished up taking promotional pictures of Ollie and Fred after their qualifying session, and I was on my way to the F3 paddock to do the same with Dino, Paul, and Zak. I did not make it that far into the pitlane before someone was shouting my name.

“Y/n?” They yelled from one of the garages. I turned around to see who it was, and I was met with a Redbull race suit. He hadn’t changed a bit. “This is a dream. There’s no way you’d be back on the track.”

“No, you’re not dreaming! I’m here in the flesh. I gotta pay for my medical bills somehow, Sebas,” I laughed, pulling him in for a hug. I immediately retracted, feeling the coldness of the suit. “Why are you still in your suit and why is it wet?”

“I’m taking pictures with Dino and Gabriele since we qualified together,” He started explaining. “It’s wet because the team dumped water on Gabriele and me.”

“Ah, I’m so happy you guys are all doing good!” I exclaimed. “I saw that Gabriel is winning the championship now too. I’m glad you guys are fulfilling your dreams.”

“And now, you’re here with us! You’re not leaving anytime soon.”

~~~~~

#sebastian montoya x reader #writing inktober 2023 #bad268 #sebastian montoya #formula 3 #f3 #thing268 #ship268

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pxperplxnets · 2 years

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hiii i love your oneshots so i wanted to request a one shot with sebastian montoya🫶🏻

summary: sebas and y/n are watching a show before y/n is attacked by forcefull tickles and an unintentional confession.

pairing: sebastian montoya x reader

word count: 707

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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y/n had a massive problem.

it wasn't anything that could actually kill her, but it sure felt like it.

being in love with one of your closest friends is never ideal, even less when they definitely do not feel the same.

see, sebastian and her had grown really close throughout their positions as prema drivers. y/n was enchanted by him since the moment she met him, his compelling energy attracting her immediately. of course, she had eventually realised that her attraction was way past friendly and she was completely and utterly in love with him.

now, as she sat on his bed staring at the screen that projected andie sanberg in his usual police office scenery, she could feel sebastian's arm lightly touching hers. she was trying to focus on what was happening in the show, but she could not stop thinking about the contact of their arms. it wasnt anything major, they’d had touched way more than that (not in a sexual manner!!!) but she still couldnt concentrate in anything else.

he noticed her uneasiness, so he spoke.

“hey, you ok?” he asked, nudging her side softly. “yeah, why?” the girl tried to play it cool. “you're not paying attention to the show, what’s up?” sebas didn't want to be pushy, but he wanted to know what she was thinking about. “nothing, just thinking about stuff” she shrugged, looking back at the tv.

the boy was not happy with the answer. “tell me” he poked her side. “nada, sebas” (nothing) she tried to sound more serious in spanish “pero dime” (but tell me) he said, poking her side again. “¡nada, no seas pesado!” (nothing, don't be annoying!) y/n couldn't help but let out a laugh at the momentary tickle. “ok, you chose this” sebastian said before tickling her sides rapidly, making her laugh hysterically.

“no, no, no, sebas please!” she begged while laughing, squirming and trying to get away from his touch. “tell me and I'll let you go!” he couldn't help but laugh as he moved to hover over her to tickle her even faster.

they stayed like that for a few seconds, before she shouted “okay, okay! I'll tell you!” he stopped so she could speak, holding her wrists so he could tickle her again if needed. “the truth is…” she paused for suspense “brooklyn 99 is boring!” he looked as offended as ever. knowing that she didn't mean that, he started tickling her again. “that's not true! liar!” he laughed along with her “yes it is!” she tried her best to answer “take it back!” he moved even faster. “okay, okay, i take it back” she surrendered, making him stop.

he took a moment to watch her. her hair was a mess and she was panting, tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing. “you're so pretty,” he muttered, letting go of her wrists and climbing off of her. a carmison rush went up to her already flushed cheeks. “thanks, means a lot” she muttered back, sitting up. “I feel like I don't tell you that enough, even now that you know I like you.” her mind felt like she just had restarted windows in her brain when she heard his words.

“wait what?” confusion laced through her voice. “wait, you didn't know?” sebastian looked paler than normal and also confused. “was i supposed to?” she furrowed her eyebrows “i mean, hamda told me you knew!” he was red now, really red. “well, i didn't, so” she stuttered.

she was genuinely confused, like her brain didn't want to believe what he was telling her. “im sorry, i thought you knew,” sebas looked at her with an apologetic smile. “It's fine… i like you too, you know.” y/n didn't look at him as she spoke, so she missed the small smile that formed on his lips. “that's good to know,” he laughed faintly.

they stayed in silence for a while, sitting down more comfortably and trying to pay attention to the show that was still playing on the tv. they both couldn't shake the smile off their lips. a smile that only grew as she felt him scoot closer, wrapping his pinky finger on hers before grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.

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i lowkey really like this.

i had a lot of fun writting it, so i hope you like it!

#prema racing #prema #sebastian montoya #frecaoneshots #freca #premaoneshots #sebastian montoya x reader

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pxperplxnets · 2 years

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Hi, could i request something where yn is like sebas' or dinos rival but they get caught kissing and their fans freak out? Love your work btw 😚

summary: y/n and sebastian hate each other, but that doesnt stop them from kissing someimes...

pairing: sebastian montoya x reader

word count: 505

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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sebastian and y/n were well known to not like each other.

being around them was like living in the middle of a war. the sound of them bickering back and forth was a normal sound to hear at the prema headquarters, and everyone had given up on trying to get them to leave each other alone.

in y/n’s perception, sebastian montoya was the most annoying person someone could ever meet. he had an annoying voice, an annoying personality and worst of all, he was annoyingly attractive.

his pretty brown eyes, surrounded by his long eyelashes. his full lips and smooth skin, peppered with small moles.

he was just generally beautiful.

as she rolled her eyes at the thought of his annoyingly pretty features, the man himself entered the room in which she was so peacefully resting.

“go away” she said, getting his attention. “no” the boy gave her a sarcastic smile before turning back to his phone. she sighed in annoyance, deciding to ignore him.

even though she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him. he looked so handsome with his race suit hanging off his hips. she really wanted to kiss him again.

yes, again.

it all started the first time he kissed her. he had been trying to prove a point. which y/n didn't know if he ended up proving. she was too busy to realise.

that kiss led to another one. and then another one. and then to them making out at least once a day when no one was looking.

he noticed how she stared at him. she looked so pretty sitting on the table, her back against the wall as she stared at him. she was clearly checking him out, and it made him smirk.

“if you want me to kiss you you can just say that, you know.” she spoke up, noticing the way he stared back at her. “why would I want that?” the boy questioned “well, you seem to like it quite a lot” he chuckled before movin up to her, standing between her legs “shut up” the words were whispered against her lips before he kissed her.

they kissed for a while, his hands rested on her thighs as her arms wrapped around her neck.

“oh, here they-woahhh!!” they separated quickly at the sound of paul’s voice. “well guys, that took a turn… ehrm, goodbye,” paul said before clicking something on his phone.

fuck.

“please tell me you weren't a live” the girl asked “i wasn't live?” the nervousness in his voice showed her he was lying “are you really lying to me right now?” y/n exclaimed “you told me to say that!” the estonian defended.

y/n groaned, as sebas facepalmed.

“sorry, i didn't know i would find you guys kissing!” paul apologised “well, it's fine” she dismissed. it was definitely not fine. the fans wouldn't let it go for years.

she opened her phone fearing the worst. they were already tagged in thousands of posts, the fans had gone crazy.

fuck.

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author's note:

very short, but i really hope you like it!

#prema racing #prema #premaoneshots #pxperplxnets #freca #frecaoneshots #sebastian montoya x reader

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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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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

#kimi antonelli x oc #kimi antonelli one shot #kimi antonelli x reader #prema #prema racing #premaoneshots #f4 #f4oneshots #sebastian montoya #hamda al qubaisi #conrad laursen #kirill smal #arthur leclerc

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Writing Inktober 2023

300 word minimum and no repeats are the challenges this year. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. (haha yes)

BTW the medal emojis are the winners from the polls :)

01/10 Dream

Sebastian Montoya X Reader (W.C. 386)

02/10 Spiders

Seth Borden X Reader (W.C. 338)

03/10 Path

Max Verstappen X Reader (W.C. 367)

04/10 Dodge

Benny Rodriguez X Reader (W.C. 348)

05/10 Map

Sebastian Vettel X Reader (W.C. 338)

06/10 Golden

Justin Herbert X Reader (W.C. 342)

07/10 Drip

TMR Newt X Reader (W.C. 342) 🥈

08/10 Toad Sacrifice

Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader (W.C. 338)

09/10 Bounce

Marcus Armstrong X Reader (W.C. 384)

10/10 Fortune

Johnny Cade X Reader (W.C. 485) 🥉

11/10 Wander

Peter Parker X Reader (W.C. 402) 🥇

12/10 Spicey Scandal

Pierre Gasly X Reader (W.C. 391)

13/10 Rise Tonight

Colby Brock X Reader (W.C. 370)

14/10 Castle

Oscar Piastri X Reader (W.C. 370)

15/10 Dagger Nightmare

Lando Norris X Reader (W.C. 419)

16/10 Angel

Mick Schumacher X Reader (W.C. 395)

17/10 Demon

Kimi Raikkonen X Reader (W.C. 327)

18/10 Saddle

Daniel Ricciardo X Reader (W.C. 318)

19/10 Plump Wet

Ollie Bearman X Reader (W.C. 365)

20/10 Frost

Paul Aron X Reader (W.C. 389)

21/10 Chains Bouquet

Charles Leclerc X Reader (W.C. 369)

22/10 Scratchy Flight

Joe Burrow X Reader (W.C. 390)

23/10 Celestial Redeemer

Corpse Husband X Reader (W.C. 400)

24/10 Shallow Chosen

P! SBI X Reader (W.C. 358)

25/10 Dangerous

Callum Ilott X Reader (W.C. 310)

26/10 Remove Shots

Dennis Hauger X Reader (W.C. 348)

27/10 Beast

Christian Lundgaard X Reader (W.C. 339)

28/10 Sparkle

Dino Beganovic X Reader (W.C. 406)

29/10 Massive Approval

Felipe Drugovich X Reader (W.C. 358)

30/10 Rush

Clement Novalak X Reader (W.C. 386)

31/10 Fire

Pato O’Ward X Reader (W.C. 343)

Bonus: Break

Tadashi Hamada X Reader (W.C. 363)

Average W.C. 369

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2022 // 2024 (Coming Soon)

On a side note, I looked back at last year’s entries, and I definitely thought Bouquet was Banquet, so instead of admitting I was wrong, I did it as a sub this year. If you noticed, no you didn’t :)

Also funny story about Shallow, I kept reading it as Swallow, so I couldn't do it

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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