i could be reaching here but i find it interesting how the male drivers in F3 and F2 are all clearly undereducated in even the most basic topics, while several of the women in f1 academy and in other race series are very openly pursuing higher education and continued education often in some form of engineering and i just think that goes to show how 1. their positions as drivers are not secure and they need to find other financial avenues while in motorsport and 2. how they need and are expected to have a higher level of understand of engineering and motorsport than their male counterparts
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if you don't take requests for arvid after all, ignore this ask pls !!! no pressure at all
but here is an idea:
arvid having been with his gf for years, and after he posts you on his IG for the first time youget a lot unwanted attention by fans + photographers and posted by WAG drama pages and whatever when you are out with him. so when you come to a Race to support him and he goes to you after the race you are seen together in the garage and in the interviews after he is sooo smug discreetly mentioning you and praising you !
High Praise (Arvid Lindblad X GF! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 1
Requested: Clearly (ok, maybe I can't write for Arvid anymore, this was difficult, but still won in the poll)
Warnings: mentions hate comments (nothing specific)
POV: Second Person (You/your/She/her)
W.C. 1345
Summary: "What made you decide to go public?” "She is easily the best part of my weekend."
~~(^Pinterest)
Private but not secret was your motto. Granted, it only went one way because all of your socials were private, so you posted Arvid quite a bit. You were just a very private person, and the only people you had were your closest friends and family. You didn’t even have some of your classmates on there. You were just a very private person who didn’t care to share your life with them.
But out there (on Arvid’s very public account), it was a whole different ballgame (or racetrack, whichever sport you prefer). Arvid had a very public social media presence because he has a very public career. You knew this was a possibility (and knew it would eventually come to fruition someday (today)), and you accepted that long ago.
That didn’t make it any less awkward whenever you would scroll and see either a sliver of your arm or your shoe in the corner of some of his posts. You’d obviously know it was you, but not everyone else did, you had to remind yourself of that.
Then you got a seemingly normal notification.
Arvid Lindblad made a new post.
Knowing it was something to do with the race result, you opened it, and yes, it was a normal race weekend review post. Until the last slide.
The last slide was a selfie you had sent Arvid with him mid-interview in the background and you, doned in one of Arvid’s shirts, blowing a kiss to the screen. You were kind of in a daze as you called Arvid, and it didn’t take him that long to answer.
“Hey, I’m on the way to the airport. How did that report go?” He rattled off and you could hear the engine running in the background.
“It went good, my team didn’t let me down completely for one,” You said with a small smile as you leaned against the counter. “Um, did you mean to post that picture? The one in your weekend dump.”
“Which one? The one where I was in the ice bath?” Arvid assumed. “Liam said the fans live that type of content, but I can take it off if you’re uncomfortable with it.”
“No, that one was fine,” You trailed off for a second. “The last one. The one I sent you.”
“What?” He paused, and you could suddenly hear more going on in the car. Liam was definitely playing the music, Isack was complaining about it, and someone was driving silently, probably Max. “Don’t say anything stupid, my phone is on speaker.”
“That better have been directed at your teammates,” You chuckled halfheartedly as Arvid looked at the post before muttering a curse. “Did you see it?”
“I didn’t mean to add that, I’m sorry!” He immediately started apologizing profusely. “That was a total accident. I didn’t even think I had that selected, but then again it is a really cute picture of you. I can delete it though! I know you’re a very private person and just wanted to hold off from telling everyone.”
“It’s a little late for you to delete it now,” You laughed nervously as you’ve already seen multiple gossip pages repost the same picture, many of which already had thousands of likes and comments. You let out a sigh, “It’s already out there. I don’t want to look at it, but I want to know what they’re saying.”
The top comments were what you expected. People talking about your looks, saying you’re not worthy of being a wag/hab, or even just joking about who you even are. That is, until you reach one in particular.
“That’s @/youruser, we used to be in the same class.”
“Well, I’m screwed,” You muttered, and almost immediately, your inbox started filling with people adding you, and your message requests skyrocketed.
“You’re not screwed, just let me handle it,” Arvid comforted as you heard the car stop. “Don’t go too far down the rabbit hole, but we’re getting on the plane now. I should be back to you in a few hours.”
True to his word, the Red Bulls were back in Monaco before nightfall, and not listening to his request, you looked through every single comment you could find. How could you not, with how the supposed “fans” began blowing up not only your DMs but also started posting on your family’s posts? Your phone was going off hundreds of times per minute, it felt like, and it probably was.
“Stop worrying about it,” Arvid said as you two laid in bed when he got back. You’d told him about the comments you saw, him promptly taking your phone and logging you out of Instagram, before putting a random movie on in the background, “I’ll handle it.”
A few weeks later, you were walking into the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix. You were not going to let whatever people said keep you from cheering your boyfriend on in his rookie season. You’d walked in together before leaving Arvid to go do a few interviews while you met up with Liam’s girlfriend in the Racing Bulls hospitality.
You’d pulled up F1TV on your phone to watch the weekend warm up, and to your surprise, Arvid made a guest appearance there.
“Arvid, it’s your first Monaco weekend as a full-time driver,” Lawrence started out as Arvid messed around with the microphone in his hand, “How different does it feel compared to preparing for F2 or F3?”
“It’s not much different, honestly,” He chuckled, “The goal is always the same - come out and win. Sure, we haven’t been in the position to win recently, but we are contending in the top 10 consistently. I think we’ll still be able to prepare like any normal race.”
“Considering you are the only rookie in the field,” Laura said, gesturing to him with her note cards, “Do you feel like that adds another layer of pressure coming into a track as difficult as Monaco?”
“Not really?” He answered honestly. “There’s more eyes on me, for sure, but I don’t feel like it distracts me from the goal of getting points, getting experience. Thankfully, my friends, family and my girlfriend have all been really supportive and helpful with not focusing on all of the eyes on me.”
“More on your girlfriend, if we may,” Juan touched on, waiting for Arvid to give the go-ahead. The smile and nod from Arvid told Juan he could ask about you. “You two were very private until recently, was that the plan? If so, what made you decide to go public?”
“That was my fault, actually,” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to post the picture, but now that it’s out there, I get to bring her to all of the races! She is easily the best part of my weekend, so while it may be unfortunate that I destroyed her peace of privacy, I am selfishly happy that I get to have her with me more.”
“I think I just got a cavity,” Hanna groaned as she looked over your shoulder at the stream.
“You’re just jealous Liam doesn’t say the same thing about you,” You quipped with a smirk as you distantly heard Arvid say something about going to find you anyway.
“You didn’t even like the idea of him posting your arm a month ago!” Hana barked out a laugh. “God forbid your elbow made an appearance, oh no! Now, your face is plastered in his weekend dump, and you are walking into the paddock of the biggest race of the year beside him!”
“Hey! I’ve come around to it,” You defended yourself as you felt, who you assumed was, Arvid’s arms wrap around your shoulders and lean into your neck.
“After blocking quite a few people, you’ve come around to it,” Arvid chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Did you see my interview?”
“Of course I did,” You responded, leaning back against him. “‘Best part of your weekend’ is some high praise.”
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