(a/n) : yes i've been gone for a while and i'm still on hiatus but i just couldn't resist writing this one. james is actually so fine like... he mogs so hard idk :3 /// don't forget to like & reblog !! my requests are closed!
a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)
james shows affection in quiet and thoughtful ways rather than big gestures. he remembers the small things you mention and surprises you with them when you least expect it like leaving your favorite drink at your spot or sending a song that made him think of you.
b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)
the friendship would start naturally in a chill setting like a late night practice room or through music friends. he warms up slowly once he sees you can sit comfortably in silence together and actually get each other without forcing conversation.
c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)
he enjoys cuddling once he feels safe and relaxed usually late at night. he pulls you close against his chest wraps his arms around you securely and rests his chin on your head breathing softly while the world fades out.
d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)
he wants a stable future eventually but is focused on his career right now. he keeps his space clean and organized can make simple comforting meals like ramyeon or breakfast and prefers quiet nights in over fancy cooking.
e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)
if he had to end things he would do it gently and honestly in person. he would explain his feelings calmly apologize for the hurt and make sure you both get closure without leaving things messy.
f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)
he takes commitment seriously and does not date for fun. once he is sure about someone he goes all in but marriage would come after he feels settled with his work and life.
g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)
he is gentle in every way both emotionally and physically. his voice stays soft when you are upset his hands are careful and strong from dancing yet he always holds back to never overwhelm you.
h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)
he likes hugs more than he lets on especially after long days. his hugs feel safe and warm like he is shielding you from everything else and he holds on a little longer than expected.
i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)
he does not say i love you quickly. it takes months of building real trust before he says it softly in a meaningful moment but when he does he means it deeply.
j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)
james gets quietly jealous rather than loud or dramatic. he might grow a bit more serious or clingy then talk to you about it later in a mature and honest way.
k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)
his kisses are slow deep and focused like he is pouring everything into them. he loves kissing your forehead temple and lips and he gets soft when you kiss his neck or jawline.
l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)
he is calm and patient around children. he lets them climb on him teaches simple dance moves and becomes the gentle cool older brother figure they instantly trust.
m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)
mornings with him are quiet and soft. he wakes early for practice but always gives you a sleepy forehead kiss or pulls you closer for a few more minutes if it is a day off.
n ⤖ night (how are nights spent with him?)
nights are when he truly unwinds. watching anime together late studio talks or just lying in bed with you in his arms while his mind finally slows down.
o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)
he opens up slowly in layers over time. he reveals pieces of himself during deep late night conversations once he feels completely safe with you.
p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)
his patience runs deep and he rarely gets angry. when something frustrates him he goes quiet processes it internally and talks calmly when ready.
q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)
he remembers the details that matter like your favorite songs how you take your coffee and stories you told him months ago. he pays attention to what he cares about.
r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)
his favorite moment would be something quiet and real like the first time you fell asleep on him or when you got excited about one of his choreography ideas.
s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)
he protects you quietly by walking on the outside checking you got home safe and standing closer when you seem uncomfortable. he appreciates when you emotionally have his back too.
t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he puts real thought into dates anniversaries and gifts choosing things that feel personal. everyday effort stays consistent and steady rather than flashy.
u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)
sometimes he overworks and forgets to eat zones out mid conversation or stays too much in his head instead of saying what he needs.
v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)
he cares about looking good because of his job but he is not obsessed (and tbh he doesn't have to be obsessed, he is genuinely a true adam...). simple good quality clothes and his collection of hats are more his style than being flashy.
w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)
he would not feel completely incomplete without you because he is independent but life feels warmer calmer and less lonely when you are with him.
x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)
he would secretly build a playlist just for you adding songs he produced or choreographed over the years and share it slowly when the time feels right.
y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)
he dislikes loud drama superficial vibes and anyone who disrespects his work or space. in a partner he would not like constant need for attention or constant negativity.
z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)
he sleeps on his side likes holding or being held and falls asleep fairly fast once relaxed. sometimes he keeps earphones in if his mind is still racing from the day.
hi mae! it’s been so long since i've been here 😖😖, sorry for going missing but last year was a busy year and a lot of things happened but the past is past soooooo
a little about me right now, im into ateez now and they’re coming to my city so im going to see them!!! (my first ever kpop concert) also im going with the friend that introduced me to them (first time going to a concert with a friend….with someone actually cause i always go alone 🤣😭)
im becoming a chai latte girly (this is very recent btw haha) (with oat milk also, turns out i have a small allergic reaction to soy 😀) and also tried bubble tea for the first time this year!!! 🙇🏻♀️
and i think the biggest change so far is that i work now! it’s been almost a year since i started working as a teacher! im a korean language teacher now! i started on july last year only teaching twice a week and now i go 5 days a week! i even got a small raise 🤓 (+ im also going to be teaching during summer break, im essentially paying myself for all my concert expenses)
im trying to think of more things but i think these are the main ones, there’s definitely been more stuff in between but i either don’t remember or just don’t feel like talking about them…
i hadn’t been able to use tumblr like i used to for a couple of months now, which means that i also stopped visiting a lot of the blogs that i loved the most :((
i can’t promise that I’ll be here as often as i used to but maybe every now and then I’ll do a quick check up on you!
soooo how you’ve been? i can see that you’re into some new stuff! fun!!! 💗 ofc you don’t have to tell me everything, or even answer this
just now that im still kinda around here and im happy to now that you’re still soon g the things that you like 🫂🤍
i missed you maeby baby! 🌟🌟
-🧸 anon
hi my 🧸 anon!! 🌟
ahhh you’re backkk i literally smiled so big when i saw your message omg :(( i missed you so much!! i’m really happy you popped in today, it gave me the tiniest spark to write again hehe.
i’ve been pretty good actually!! i finally started therapy (it was so needed lol) and i just finished my junior year of uni. last year starting in september… i’m scared but excited :3 also… i have a boyfriend now which is still so weird to say out loud because i genuinely never thought it would happen xD
but enough about me!! a teacher?? hello ms. genius i’m so proud of youuu!!! teaching korean five days a week + getting a raise + paying for your own concert with your own money?? you’re actually killing it. and ateez coming to your city!! that’s so exciting omg. i saw them once back in 2022 and it was genuinely one of the best nights ever, you’re gonna have the best time with your friend!!
also chai latte girly with oat milk… we are in our drink eras fr 😭 i’m balls deep in my matcha phase right now, like i need to go to rehab. it doesn’t help that my bf works at a coffee shop that makes stupidly good matcha either lmao.
i’m really glad you’re doing okay and that life has been treating you nicely. no pressure at all about coming back often, just knowing you’re still around and happy makes me happy too 🫂
i missed you lots my 🧸 anon, thank you for checking in on me 🤍
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by) : calls the driver husband or daddy to see their reaction
୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive for some drivers
୨ৎ : word count : 1506
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i loved writing this and i had so many fun figuring out if they'd react to daddy or husband more, i love writing these slightly suggestive things its so funny LMFAO
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
“daddy, can you pass me my water bottle?” you say casually, not even looking up.
max freezes like a Windows 98 computer. the air is suddenly dense.
“what did you just call me?” he asks, blinking slowly, head tilted like he misheard.
you repeat it, and max mutters, “say it again.”
acts like it didn’t affect him, but he’s silent for the next ten minutes because his brain is buffering.
yuki tsunoda
you drop it while sitting on his lap, playing with his hoodie string. “thank you, daddy.”
yuki BLUSHES but grins so hard his cheeks hurt.
“okay wait—i kinda love that,” he admits, pulling you closer.
immediately makes it his entire personality.
saves your contact as “y/n 😈 (calls me daddy).”
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
“my sweet husband, can you grab the keys?” you toss over your shoulder on the way out.
george fumbles whatever he’s holding. literally goes still.
“that’s... really sweet, actually,” he says, all soft.
brings it up later like “so hypothetically... if we were married…”
kimi antonelli
“ah, this is my husband.” you say introducing him to one of our friends.
pauses, looks at you, then just melts.
“do you mean that?” he asks shyly, trying not to smile too hard.
acts cool, but he’s red as hell.
whispers it to himself later like a mantra. “husband. her husband.”
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
“hubby,” you hum as you lean over his shoulder, voice sugar-sweet, “can you unzip my dress?”
charles turns to look at you, slow and deliberate, mouth parted just slightly.
“you can’t just say things like that and walk away,” he says, already following you.
blushes so easily when you call him husband in public though.
and when you say “daddy” one night instead—let’s just say the dress never got zipped back up.
lewis hamilton
you’re sprawled across the bed in just his t-shirt, smiling up at him. “what are you gonna do about it, daddy?”
lewis hums, smirks, doesn’t even flinch. “that’s what i like to hear.”
suddenly he’s setting his phone down, walking over like it’s a challenge.
“say it again. just once more.”
you don’t, but he definitely makes you later.
in private, he’s very soft though—will cup your cheek and whisper, “my baby’s got good taste.”
and in front of the team, if you dare tease him with it under your breath, he will smirk and shoot you that warning glance.
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
“husband,” you grin, peeking into his sim room with your arms crossed, “your wife is waiting.”
lando drops the controller like it burned him.
“don’t say it like that—unless you mean it,” he stammers, already flushed.
he tries to play it off with a laugh, but he’s so visibly soft it’s insane.
“wait, do it again. just once. maybe twice. actually, three more times?”
his phone contact for you becomes “wifey 💍” within ten minutes.
oscar piastri
“thanks for dinner, daddy,” you say casually while clearing your plate.
oscar chokes on his water. “sorry—what?”
it takes him a full minute to process and then suddenly he’s red from the neck up.
“you can’t—i mean. you can, but maybe warn me next time?”
starts overthinking it: does he look like a daddy? is that good? bad??
tells lando and immediately regrets it.
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
“see you at home, daddy,” you whisper as you lean in to kiss his cheek before a press conference.
doesn’t even blink when you say it—just smirks like he already knew.
tells lance about it like it’s a casual brag: “mi amor calls me daddy now.”
makes sure the world knows who you belong to with a hand around your waist and a certain look in his eye.
“say it again,” he’ll murmur when you’re alone. and when you do—yeah. game over.
lance stroll
“hubby, can you hand me the remote?” you ask, lounging on the couch, barely looking up.
lance freezes in place, halfway to the kitchen. “…you just call me husband?”
his whole face lights up like you proposed to him.
“you can say that again. actually, wait—no, don’t, i’ll cry.”
spends the next twenty minutes cuddled up to you repeating it back. insists on referring to himself as your husband from now on, joking or not.
ʚ・williams
alex albon
“thanks for dinner, daddy,” you say offhandedly, biting into your spring roll.
alex nearly chokes. stares at you like you just summoned a spirit in the room. “um. sorry. did you just…?”
starts laughing but you can see the blush creep up his neck.
“i—i don’t know if i like that. i mean. maybe?”
spends the rest of the night analyzing it like it’s a race strategy: “okay but in what context was it used?”
you say it again a week later, and he goes completely silent. you’re pretty sure he does like it.
carlos sainz
“you ready to go, papi?” you purr as you twirl the car keys on your finger.
he spins around so fast it’s like a reaction time drill.
absolutely lights up—this is his moment.
“ah, finally! i’ve been waiting for you to call me that!”
immediately starts flirting: “say it again, cariño. for me.”
will not stop calling himself your papi in texts.
insists you say it once before every race for good luck.
has never driven faster in his life after hearing it trackside.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
“thanks for grabbing my stuff, husband,” you say as he walks in, arms full of your forgotten belongings.
nearly drops everything. his ears go red instantly. “wait—did you just…? i mean… do you mean it?”
tries to play it cool but he literally giggles. like, full chest laugh. “that’s—yeah, that’s cute. i like that.”
starts calling you “wifey” in return. tells the mechanics: “don’t mind me, just doing something for my wife.”
dead serious about it too—refers to you as “the mrs” now, even though you’re not married. his background is now you in his hoodie captioned “mrs. bearman.”
esteban ocon
“hubby,” you sigh, walking into the kitchen where he’s already made your coffee.
esteban turns around like you’ve just proposed. his whole face softens. “i like the sound of that.”
actually starts talking about wedding colors later that night. “we’d look good in cream, no?”
says it back in a whisper every time you say it—“yes, wifey?”
you don’t think you’ve seen him that smiley in ages.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
“thanks for grabbing dinner, husband.”
he freezes in place with two takeout bags and a stunned expression. “wait, did you just…?”
looks like he just got told he won a championship. “that was… really cute. you can say that again.”
tries to hide how flustered he is by fiddling with the bags like they’re the most interesting thing on earth.
later that night, when you're brushing your teeth: “you know, husband has a nice ring to it.”
gets super soft every time you use it. when you’re out and someone asks if you’re married, he doesn’t correct them.
isack hadjar
“thanks for the snack, daddy.”
chokes on his water. “woah. woah, woah, woah—say that again?”
leans in so fast, you’re cornered by the fridge before you can pretend you didn’t say it. “nah, you started something.”
50/50 between smirking and fully malfunctioning.
acts cocky for the next ten minutes but then randomly blurts, “do you really mean it though?”
he wants to be your everything and hearing that word is short-circuiting his whole system.
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
“can you pass me that, hubby?”
he’s halfway through a sentence when you say it, and he just stops.
blinks. twice. then grins like a fox. “husband, huh?”
walks around repeating it all smug like: “hubby, husband, hubby—yeah, i like that.”
pulls you into a back hug in the kitchen, nuzzles your neck.
“say it again, bébé. c’mon.” changes your contact name to “ma femme 💍” immediately.
100% starts plotting your actual proposal without telling you.
franco colapinto
“what do you want to eat, daddy?”
you thought he was quiet before? not anymore.
this man revs to life like you just flipped a switch.
full smirk, head tilt, dark eyes, “ay no… don’t say that unless you mean it.”
casually leans against the counter but his grip on the edge is tight.
“you know what that does to me, right?”
will now 100% find every excuse to hear it again.
whisper it once while walking past him and you’re getting dragged back by the waist.
dead serious when he murmurs, “you shouldn’t tease like that, hermosa.”
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
“could you grab my phone, hubby?”
you say it all casual, like it’s nothing. nico freezes.
“hhubby?” he repeats, slow and low like he’s tasting the word.
a small chuckle, but he’s softening fast.
“you trying to kill me or something?”
watches you from across the room like he’s seeing something new.
walks up and kisses your temple with a quiet, “don’t stop.”
from that moment on, he starts practicing saying “my wife” under his breath like it’s a damn mantra.
says it to the barista on accident once and blushes like a teenager.
gabriel bortoleto
“thanks for dinner, husband.”
you don’t even look up when you say it. but he does.
melts. like instant goo. like putty in your hands.
can’t stop smiling. full dimples. boyish grin. sparkly eyes.
“you mean it?” he asks, all wide-eyed and shy.
literally takes your hand and kisses the back of it like a knight.
“if you keep saying that, i’m gonna get ideas, you know?”
changes his instagram bio to “future husband material” that night.
already imagining your last name with his. over and over.
HIII I LUV YOUR WORK ITS SO GOOD<33 I had an idea for the grid where it's the trend where they serve the bf/husband more and the girl barely gets any. I think that'd be AMAZING (u don't have to if u don't want to) I LOVEEE UR WORK🤭🤭
hi love!! i actually already wrote something super similar to that—you can check out the story HERE! hope you enjoy it, and thank you sm for leaving such kind words 💗
f1 grid | comfort after a bad race, except its you.
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid & driver!reader
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : comforting you after coming off a rough race weekend.
୨ৎ : genre : fluff
୨ৎ : word count : 1844
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
it’s not in max’s nature to be soft, but the second he sees you sitting on the pit wall, still in your race suit and staring out at the empty track, he knows not to joke. no teasing, no smug remarks—just him dropping down beside you in silence. he offers his water bottle, nudges his knee against yours.
“you don’t have to say anything,” he mumbles. “just sit with me, yeah?”
you do, and when you finally speak, he listens—really listens. and when you break, voice cracking mid-sentence, he places his hand over yours and whispers, “bad race doesn’t mean you’re a bad driver. you know that, right?”
yuki tsunoda
yuki finds you in the cooldown room post-race, curled into the corner of the couch with your head in your hands. he doesn’t say anything right away, just sits beside you and lets out a long sigh. “that was shit,” he says bluntly. “but you’re still better than half those idiots out there.”
when you laugh weakly, he lights up. “there’s my rival,” he grins, bumping your shoulder. then softer, “i know how hard you worked. they’ll see it next time. i promise.”
he even lets you steal his favorite onigiri snack as a peace offering.
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
george finds you in the back of the garage, helmet still on, shoulders stiff and unmoving. he doesn’t say anything at first—just crouches in front of you and taps gently at your gloves.
“i know it’s shit,” he says quietly, eyes searching yours through the visor. “but one race doesn’t erase who you are.”
when you finally pull your helmet off, blinking fast to hide the tears, he just pulls you into a hug and lets you bury your face in his shoulder.
“you’re not alone in this. i’ve been there. tomorrow we reset, yeah?”
kimi antonelli
he’s awkward at first, unsure how to approach you. but the moment he sees your clenched jaw and how you refuse to meet anyone’s eyes, something clicks.
“you don’t have to pretend with me,” he mutters, handing you a cold water bottle and sitting beside you on the pit wall.
he doesn’t talk much—just lets the silence wrap around the both of you while your breathing evens out.
later, he surprises you with a quiet “you’re still the person i look up to. one bad race doesn’t change that.” and it nearly breaks you.
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
he finds you in your driver room, pacing, still in your suit, muttering under your breath about everything that went wrong.
“mon amour,” he says gently, stepping inside, “you don’t have to carry this alone.”
you break down the second he pulls you into his arms, hiding your face in his chest while he rocks you slightly, murmuring, “it’s not your fault. i saw you fighting out there. you gave everything.”
later, he makes you sit down and eat something, even if it’s just a few bites. he knows the weight of a red suit and how it can feel like the whole world is watching—so he makes sure you remember it’s okay to stumble.
lewis hamilton
lewis sees the storm behind your eyes the second you step out of the car. he knows that look—it’s familiar. he’s worn it too many times himself.
“come here,” he says softly, pulling you aside into a quieter corner of the paddock.
“you are so much more than one result,” he reminds you, thumb brushing a tear off your cheek before it falls. “don’t let today rewrite your story.”
later that night, he sends you a playlist he made years ago for moments like this. it’s full of soft strength and quiet hope, just like him.
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
he sees the frustration on your face before you even say a word, and his heart sinks right along with yours.
“hey,” he whispers, catching your wrist gently before you can storm off to your room. “don’t go spiraling. not today.”
sits with you on the floor of your room, helmets and gloves tossed to the side, just the two of you in quiet.
“you drove your heart out. i know it doesn’t feel like it mattered, but it did. you matter. we’re allowed to have shit days.”
pulls you into his side, kisses the top of your head, and adds, “but tomorrow? we try again. and i’ll be right here.”
oscar piastri
he doesn’t say much at first—he lets you vent, listening with those quiet eyes and soft nods that tell you he’s really hearing it all.
once you stop, chest heaving with the weight of it all, he speaks:
“you’re allowed to be upset. but i need you to remember this doesn’t define you.”
he’s calm, grounding, the steady energy you didn’t know you needed.
later, he hands you a water bottle and sits beside you on the floor of the garage, legs stretched out, shoulders touching. “bad days happen. but you’re still one of the best out there. never forget that.”
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
he watches you from across the paddock, eyes narrowed, reading you like a strategy sheet.
“you are angry with yourself,” he says quietly when you pass him, and you just sigh. “good. that means you still care.”
he doesn’t sugarcoat it. he respects you too much for that.
but later, he finds you alone in the motorhome and sits beside you. “you learn the most when the race hurts. and you—you're already better than half of them out there on your worst day.”
he doesn’t offer a hug, but he does leave you with a smirk and a softened, “come. let’s debrief over coffee. my treat.”
lance stroll
you’re curled up on the floor of your room, suit half-off, still sweaty and furious, when he knocks gently and peeks his head in.
“i brought snacks,” he says with a tiny smile, holding up your favorite post-race comfort food.
he doesn’t push. he just sits near you, eating in silence until you start talking, even if it’s just mumbled complaints.
“look,” he says eventually, nudging your knee, “you’re not allowed to quit, okay? not when you’ve worked this hard. not when i believe in you this much.”
gives you the softest, warmest hug when you finally let yourself cry into his chest.
ʚ・williams
alex albon
he finds you slumped in the garage, helmet still on, and just wraps his arms around you from behind. no words, just warmth.
“don’t talk yet,” he whispers into your shoulder. “just breathe.”
once you’ve calmed, he gently pulls off your helmet and tucks a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.
“you don’t have to be strong with me,” he says, eyes soft. “i know you gave it everything. and that’s enough for me.”
drags you out of the paddock and insists on bubble tea and cartoons in the hotel to cheer you up.
carlos sainz
paces around like he’s the one who DNF’d—frustrated, muttering in spanish, raking a hand through his hair.
the moment he sees you, all his tension melts into concern. “mi amor… come here.”
holds your face so gently, as if you might shatter. “you were brilliant. the car wasn’t. that’s not on you.”
kisses your forehead and murmurs sweet nothings in spanish while you lay on his chest in the motorhome.
promises to personally have words with whoever screwed up your strategy.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
he’s awkward at first, doesn’t quite know what to say when he sees you with glassy eyes and your suit half unzipped in defeat.
“hey… um. that sucked. really sucked.” then hugs you a bit too tightly.
rests his chin on top of your head. “but you’re still the coolest person in this whole paddock to me.”
pulls you away to the haas sim rig and makes you crash the car on purpose just to make you laugh.
“we’re gonna fix this. next race, you’ll be untouchable. i’ll make sure of it.”
esteban ocon
immediately knows something’s wrong just from your body language. pulls you aside the second he gets the chance.
his voice is calm, low, and soothing. “you’re allowed to be upset. but you’re not allowed to think you’re anything less than brilliant.”
sits beside you in the back of the hospitality unit, quietly holding your hand and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
brings you a bottle of water, wipes your face gently, and whispers, “you don’t need to put on a brave face with me.”
tells you about every race he failed to finish, just so you know you’re not alone in it.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
sees you storm off toward the garage and immediately follows, no cameras, no questions.
doesn’t ask what happened — just wraps his arm around your waist and murmurs, “talk to me when you’re ready.”
when you finally break down in the motorhome, he brushes your hair out of your face and pulls you into his chest.
“you’re allowed to be upset. but don’t forget you’re the fiercest driver i know.”
kisses the top of your head. “and if anyone says otherwise, they can deal with me.”
isack hadjar
tries to joke at first — “at least your helmet still looks good?”
but when he sees you’re genuinely crushed, his expression drops immediately.
sits beside you on the floor, backs against the wall, knees touching.
“hey, you’re allowed to cry. i know i would’ve punched someone by now if it were me.”
quietly adds, “you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. you’re already enough. more than enough.”
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
finds you pacing behind the paddock, biting back tears, helmet still on.
gently unclips your helmet, brushing a hand down your cheek as he takes it off.
“i know that look. i’ve worn it too many times.” his voice is soft, steady.
pulls you into a quiet room away from everyone and sits you down.
“you gave it everything. the result doesn’t erase the effort. or your talent. or how fucking proud i am of you.”
franco colapinto
catches the tail end of your radio message — the frustration, the cracked voice.
waits for you just outside parc fermé with open arms, doesn’t care who sees.
“you did your best. the car didn’t. that’s not on you.”
rubs your back as you lean into him, forehead pressed to his shoulder.
whispers in spanish, “sos increíble. y nada de esto cambia eso.” (you’re incredible. and none of this changes that.)
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
you storm off after the cooldown lap, helmet still on, teeth gritted. he doesn’t say a word — just walks beside you.
waits until you're seated in the garage corner before crouching next to you.
“want to break something? or sit in silence? your call.”
hands you a water bottle and his usual sarcasm fades: “you’ve had worse, i’ve had worse. we come back. we always do.”
adds, quieter, “you’re too damn good to let one shit race define anything.”
gabriel bortoleto
finds you hiding in your driver room, curled up with a towel over your head.
knocks once, then slides in anyway. “i brought snacks.”
doesn’t push you to talk — just sits beside you, legs touching, playing some silly tiktok sound on his phone to try to make you laugh.
“i’m still proud of you. even if today sucked. especially because today sucked.”
when you finally lift your head, he grins and says, “next time? we show them who you really are.”
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : first kisses with the grid
୨ৎ : word count : 800
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : an on-time upload.. woah T-T
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
he hesitates for a second, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s making sure this is okay. then it’s slow, a little intense, and he lingers like he’s memorizing the way you taste. no teasing—just genuine, quiet passion.
yuki tsunoda
it’s sudden, right in the middle of you laughing too hard. he grabs your face, flustered and bold, and kisses you before he can overthink it. pulls back all red and goes, “shut up,” even though you weren’t even talking.
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
the kind of kiss that feels like a promise. it’s after a long night, when you’re both a little tired and he’s looking at you like he can’t believe you’re real. hand on your waist, forehead pressed to yours, and then he leans in.
kimi antonelli
nervous, soft, and clumsy in the sweetest way. he’s grinning before and after, probably says something dumb like “that wasn’t too bad, huh?” but his ears are so red and he won’t stop smiling for hours.
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
a little breathless, full of build-up. he brushes your hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours, then leans in like he’s giving in to something he’s felt for ages. kisses you like he’s saying finally.
lewis hamilton
gentle and incredibly tender. maybe it’s after he compliments something small about you, then you look at him like you’re about to say “thank you,” but he just kisses you instead. soft music playing, hearts racing.
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
it’s cheeky at first—he makes a joke, you roll your eyes, and suddenly he’s leaning in. quick, then slower when he realizes you’re kissing back. pulls away and goes “that was cool,” trying to play it off, but his smile gives him away.
oscar piastri
surprisingly smooth. he’s quiet, watching you talk about something random, and then just goes for it. it’s calm, confident, and sweeter than you expected. when you ask why now, he shrugs: “felt like the right time.”
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
teasingly slow. he waits until you’re annoyed with him, then cups your face with a smirk and kisses you like he’s been planning it all along. pulls back with a raised eyebrow like “you good now?”
lance stroll
soft and shy. it happens while you’re cuddling or talking quietly. he leans in slowly and almost chickens out halfway, but you close the gap. his hands stay at your waist the whole time, grounding himself in the moment.
ʚ・williams
alex albon
warm and playful. probably after he’s been making you laugh, and he catches you mid-giggle. the kiss is light, smiley, and makes you both laugh right after. he kisses you again immediately, softer this time.
carlos sainz
confident but caring. he leans in close, makes sure you’re looking at him, and kisses you slowly—like he knows what he’s doing and wants you to enjoy every second. murmurs “bien?” against your lips.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
absolutely panics internally but tries to be cool. gives you a shy little grin, then just leans in and goes for it. surprisingly good at it, but turns bright red after and starts rambling. “was that okay? i mean—obviously, but—”
esteban ocon
thoughtful and deliberate. he makes sure the moment feels right. kisses you like he’s been thinking about it for a while but wanted it to be perfect. afterward, he just holds your hand tighter.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
mischievous and flirty. he says something like “you keep looking at me like that, and i’m gonna have to kiss you,” and then actually does. it’s cocky for about two seconds, and then very soft when he realizes how serious it feels.
isack hadjar
a little hesitant, but once he’s sure you’re into it, it’s full of emotion. he touches your face, almost reverently, and kisses you like he’s scared it might be the only one. spoiler: it’s not.
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
oh he makes it a moment. dim lights, soft music, his arm around your shoulder. it’s slow, smoldering, and just a little showy. he pulls away with a smug smile and goes “you’ve been thinking about that too, right?”
franco colapinto
innocent and genuine. it happens during a quiet, wholesome moment—maybe while stargazing or lying on the couch. he brushes his thumb over your lips like a question, then kisses you like he’s dreaming.
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
surprisingly sweet for someone so blunt. it’s simple, nothing flashy—just a quiet lean-in when you're standing close. he kisses you like it’s obvious, like this was always going to happen eventually.
gabriel bortoleto
excited and a little rushed. he just has to kiss you. maybe after you say something cute or smart, and he can’t help himself. pulls back with a sheepish grin and says, “sorry, i’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”
i hope you’re doing FANTASTIC! i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA, school has had me strung up by the anus and drying like laundry🫠🫠🫠 but i have two recs for you when you’re up for it!
1. aggressively serving your F1 partner food, i’m talking slamming plates and throwing forks
2. i’m so hungry i could eat… [insert childhood bff/pet/team mate/ team principal/ ex girlfriend, etc]
it’s Miami weekendddd, i hope you enjoy if you watch! have a beautiful weekend and week ahead! love you loads angel pie🫵🏽🫵🏽❤️
-your stalker🫐
🫐ANON MY BELOVEDDDD!!! 🫂🫂🫂
pls school had you WHAT 💀 not the laundry line by the anus i’m CRYINGG 😭😭😭 i hope you’re surviving and thriving now though!!! so much love and power to you always
also i’m SO glad you dropped those recs because i had way too much fun writing them LMAO they were gold, literal comedic gold. the “i’m so hungry i could eat…” one has me cackling every time i think about it like. chaos. cursed. genius.
ALSO i slept through miami because that race...was basically a fancy nap anyway for me. MONACO THOUGH??? don’t even get me started. heartbreak. beauty. stars not aligning. i’m still not emotionally recovered from the drama and the strategy pain 😭
thank you for always being the funniest, sweetest lil stalker, i adore you and i hope your week is less anus-laundry and more cupcake-sunshine
hi hiii!! i hope you’re well i thought i’d leave a little message cause the last one i did was js asking to be 🩰 anon 💔 but hiii!!
i thought of the cutest lando hc of him having reader as his lock screen but it being like a shuffle thing so it changes every time you lock it and hed js sit there sometimes and go through all the photos then pretend to be innocent if he got caught :(( <3
even osc poking fun a bit and lando getting all flustered at it cause he js loves reader smmm
anyway, had to share that !!!
-🩰 anon xx
🩰 anon my love hiiii!!! omg this made me smile so hard 😭
that lando hc is SO him i’m actually gonna explode… the little shuffle lockscreen thing??? (i do this with my apple watch LMFAO except its not a person and its my little pup) the secret softie energy??? him scrolling through them with that mushy look and then going “w-what? i was just checking the time.” like sir… it’s 2pm and you’ve been on the lock screen for five minutes 😭💔
AND OSCARRR poking fun like “mate, do you even see your girlfriend in person or is it just the slideshow?” while lando’s ears go pink and he mutters something about how “she looks really good in that one, okay?”
you ate with this. thank you for blessing me with this brain juice 💘 def more lando love coming your way soon xx
hope you’re taking care and having the softest lil week <3
AHHHHH YOUR NEW ICE SKATING FIC MAKES ME JUNP IN JOY
*jumps in joy*
bc bc bc im a figure skater im so happy
new lore bout me I skate competitively 🙏
Oh and thanks for the juice!
🍓 anon
STOPPPP 🍓 ANON THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AHHH 🥹 you’re a competitive skater?? THAT’S SO COOL OMG?? you literally are the moment. now every time i write about skating i’m picturing you doing little spins while your f1 bf watches like 😍😭
i’m so glad you liked the fic, your reaction made my entire day fr. also ofc, the juice is always here🧃 (this emoji is so cute lmfao)
HI MAE!!! hope you’re having a wonderful evening cause i am NAWTTT. 🍵 anon here and i can’t even speak this race was so depressing 🥹🥹 like what do you mean charles didn’t win??? after he watched qualifying so much that it pissed alex off?? don’t even get me started on the merc strategy 🏃♀️➡️🕳️
need need need to know your thoughts on this because i CANNOTTTTTT. head in hands bunched over tears about to flow 🙉🙉🙉🙉 i need to fight someone at the paddock rn 🤺🤺🤺
hope you’re doing alright with this bittersweet monaco result 🙇♀️ always with love and ferrari level depression, 🍵 anon
GIRLLLLL i was riding high with hopes during quali and then the race dragged me back to the pits of despair 😭 like monaco said “hope? joy? not for you.” and i just had to sit there and accept it. i was SO CLOSE to turning it off mid-race but nooo i stayed and got hit with that mercedes strategy like??? driving past the williams wasn’t even a plan it was just a vibe at that point 😭😭
also george’s crash out and then the post-race interviews had me wheezing like sir you good??? why he always deliver drama unintentionally 😭
and don’t even get me started on charles… HIS HOME RACE. he was putting in WORK. and still no win 😭😭😭 it’s the curse i fear… i wanted to see him cry happy tears not the ones we all cried on his behalf 🙃
lando did his thing and yes he earned it, BUT THE FERRARI EMOTIONAL DAMAGE REMAINS. definitely blaming the stars. mercury gotta be squared up with something fr 😩💔
sending you love and a virtual paddock brawl invitation 🍵 anon, we’re in this together 😭❤️
hi mae!!hope ur doing alright and having the best day ever!!came back after a while of not being on tumblr to see my favorite EVER!!!! writer(you🫶)has posted lots of fics,now im gonna be on my phone for 4 fours reading all of them…
your fics are the BEST mae!! we adore u 😭🫶 PLEASE NEVER STOP USING TUMBLRRR we love u!!! 🫶🫶🫶
-🪼
hi angel 🪼!!! this message made me smile so hard i had to pause everything and just sit in the love for a sec 😭😭 but welcome back!! i’m so honored to be your read after a tumblr break—i hope every fic hits just right for you c:
thank you so much for the kind words, truly. i pinky promise i’m not going anywhere anytime soon—as long as you’re all here reading, i’ll be here writing 💌 ily sm, thank you for making my day <3
I’m actually obsessed with your work. I’m an Aston Martin girlie (yes we’re truly having an awful terrible time) but the way you write Fernando and Lance is so impeccable and so accurate, I am OBSESSEDDDDDD. I check your blog like the morning newspaper and I come back and read your posts over and over again. Please know that you writing for the whole grid is so so appreciated - especially for people who are fans of the less popular drivers. You are so talented and I am so grateful for all the work that you put into your writing ✨✨✨💕💕💕
oh my god STOP this is literally the kindest message and im sure being an aston martin girlie right now is a character-building experience fr but i’m so glad you feel like i do fernando and lance justice—they are so fun to write in completely different chaotic ways 😭 thank you sm for checking my blog and rereading, that means more than i can ever explain. i can assure you i will keep writing for the whole grid, always—every driver deserves love, and so do their fans 💕 sending you a big hug and hoping we get one (1) podium soon to ease the pain 😭
Ngl I'm a little confused why you'd put Javier Milei on Franco's part😭 pretty sure Franco doesn't really agree with his politics, at least on the social side, with his declarations. I like your writing, so I'm not saying this as a bad comment, I'm just... Confused lmfao😭😭😭
lmfao no its okay ty for asking, let me clear this up for you. it was kinda the joke—it’s always someone they either don’t like, barely know, or from their past, just for the wtf factor. franco’s reaction was meant to be that classic shocked horror like “why him of all people??” and the kicker is the idea that milei is somehow eavesdropping lmao😭
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : the trend where you kiss your partner in the middle of a heated argument just to see what happens
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : learning a language for your f1 boyfriend
୨ৎ : word count : 938
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : im like a day behind in stories... dw chat im LOCKING IN i think... sideye? this infact mondays post but tuesdays post will be out a little later today T-T
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
nearly chokes on his water when you say "ik hou van jou" without warning.
pretends he's unimpressed, but secretly changes his phone's language to dutch to test you.
teaches you all the ridiculous dutch racing slang. you repeat it wrong and he laughs like a schoolboy.
corrects your accent with exaggerated seriousness: "it’s not how, it’s hauw — you’re making me sound german."
yuki tsunoda
shocked, then immediately makes you repeat everything so he can rate your pronunciation out of 10.
only teaches you curse words and food names. absolutely no grammar help.
laughs his head off when you accidentally call ramen "grandmother."
says you're his "nihongo no sensei" (japanese teacher) just to mess with you.
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
you thought learning british slang was simple. george decides to mess with you: "say 'peng ting' in front of lewis."
corrects you with a raised eyebrow when you misuse "fit" or "innit."
secretly impressed when you call him "my gee." tries not to smile.
forces you to watch love island as cultural immersion.
kimi antonelli
beams when you greet him with a "ciao amore."
teaches you romantic phrases then turns red when you use them casually.
you mispronounce "macchina" (car) and he goes, "nooo, now you're calling me pasta."
gets competitive: "you learn italian. i learn your language. we race."
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
his face goes bright red when you say something soft in french.
corrects your grammar and pronunciation in the gentlest voice.
you call him "mon coeur" and he nearly drops his espresso.
sends you voice notes saying the same phrase over and over just to "help you practice."
lewis hamilton
loves that you picked it up to bond with the fans, not just him.
talks to you in half-italian, half-english during post-race dinners.
teaches you "grazie mille" and "sei bellissima," then says them to you in front of the team.
buys matching italian textbooks for fun, calls it "date night studying."
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
immediately regrets you learning british slang when you say "bruv" unironically.
teaches you nonsense like "that's peak," "allow it," and "bare mad."
pretends to cringe every time you say something right. secretly adores it.
forces you to play cod with him and his friends to practice "real london lingo."
oscar piastri
you try to say "arvo" and "no worries," and he just dies.
laughs when you accidentally say something offensive without knowing.
makes you use aussie slang in every conversation: "that sentence didn't have 'mate' in it, try again."
very proud when you use "reckon" correctly. posts it to his story.
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
nods very seriously as you practice, corrects your conjugations with professor energy.
when you say "te quiero," he goes completely silent and blushes.
teaches you how to shout at other drivers in spanish, just in case.
introduces you to his family and makes you speak only spanish all dinner.
lance stroll
you both struggle through duolingo together and compare scores.
gets competitive about streaks. "i’m on day 12, what about you?"
says phrases like "hola papi" and then loses it laughing.
brags about you to fernando: "she speaks better than i do now."
ʚ・williams
alex albon
surprised but deeply touched.
helps you practice but keeps distracting you with kisses.
teaches you sweet pet names in thai and says them back every time.
when you pronounce something wrong, he just hugs you and goes "close enough."
carlos sainz
absolutely melts when you roll your r's right.
you say something simple like "hola mi amor" and he lights up like a christmas tree.
spends whole evenings just having slow convos with you in spanish.
teases you for being "muy guapa y muy lista" (very pretty and very smart).
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
you call him "my bloke" and he turns the color of a tomato.
laughs hysterically every time you say "oi bruv" like you mean it.
tries to teach you more but ends up wheezing: "that's not even how we use it!"
buys you a tracksuit and says it's "for authenticity."
esteban ocon
thinks it's the most romantic thing ever.
you struggle to say "rendezvous" and he gently corrects you with a kiss.
whispers french phrases in your ear just to fluster you.
leaves sticky notes around the house with words of the day.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
you try to say "sweet as" and he stops what he's doing to laugh.
pretends to be offended when you mix aussie and kiwi slang: "excuse me, i'm not piastri."
calls you his "missus" in return and grins.
buys you a nz flag for your language streak celebration.
isack hadjar
absolutely charmed the second he hears you try.
says something flirty in french and dares you to figure it out.
makes you speak only french to him for a day. smirks every time you mess up.
shows you off to his friends like, "she speaks french for me. just for me."
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
pretends he’s too cool to care but absolutely melts when you call him "mon chéri."
leaves flirty messages in your duolingo inbox.
sends you obscure french memes and makes you decode them.
you say something romantic and he just whispers, "say it again."
franco colapinto
you pronounce his name the spanish way once and he's gone.
corrects your slang like a patient tutor, but teases you mercilessly too.
buys you alfajores as "study fuel."
gets emotional when you say something sweet in his dialect.
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
amused at first, but turns into your grammar coach real fast.
"nein, nein—this is the wrong case. we do not say it like that."
gives you german tongue-twisters and giggles when you fumble.
very proud when you say "ich liebe dich" the right way.
gabriel bortoleto
excitedly helps you with pronunciation, even if he gets distracted.
calls his mom so you can practice together.
when you say "meu amor," he completely melts.
writes you little love notes in portuguese and hides them in your books.
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : the tik-tok, "i'm so hungry i could eat a..." trend
୨ৎ : genre : comedy
୨ৎ : word count : 1011
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was so hilarious to write but i had to like deep dive for some of the drivers to make it ... interesting smirk 😼
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
you bite into your sandwich, chew for a second, then sigh. “i’m so hungry i could eat daniil kvyat.”
max freezes mid-sip. his eyes slowly lift to meet yours with the full force of “what the actual fuck.”
he doesn’t say anything. just shifts slightly, pulling his plate closer like you might lunge across the table. two hours later he casually asks if you’ve been watching cannibal documentaries again.
yuki tsunoda
you flop onto the couch, stomach growling, and groan, “ugh, i’m starving. i could eat kazuto kotaka.”
yuki chokes on the chip he was halfway through. “what?!? you can’t just say that about my friends!”
he looks both offended and mildly scared, texting kazuto immediately: “don’t come over. she’s feral.”
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
you yawn dramatically while stabbing your salad, then say, “i’m so hungry i could eat alex albon.”
george blinks slowly, like his soul left his body. “i—sorry, what did you just say?”
he stares at you for a solid ten seconds, then opens a notes app and types “watch out for her” with no further context.
kimi antonelli
you toss a fork into the sink and mutter under your breath, “i’m starving. could eat ollie bearman honestly.”
kimi’s entire head whips around. “i’m—huh???”
his ears go bright red. he starts stammering something about context and friendship and legality. leaves the room muttering, “what the hell is wrong with her,” but returns ten minutes later with snacks “just in case.”
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
you’re scrolling on your phone while eating cereal and casually say, “i could eat leo, he looks so soft.”
charles gasps so dramatically you think he’s joking—he’s not. “mon mon chat?? are you insane?? he is baby!!”
he picks leo up protectively and cradles him like you just declared war.
lewis hamilton
you lounge back on the couch and go, “ugh, i’m so hungry i could eat nicole scherzinger.”
lewis pauses mid-sip and just… raises an eyebrow. “so we’re just gonna say things like that now?”
he takes a beat. “honestly… i don’t blame you.”
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
you toss a piece of popcorn in your mouth, sigh dramatically, and say, “i’m so hungry i could eat luisinha.”
lando drops his controller mid-race. “what?” he looks personally attacked. pulls a pillow into his lap like it’s a safety barrier.
“why are you being like this??” he asks, jokingly.
oscar piastri
you’re doing absolutely nothing, just scrolling on your phone when you go, “i'm so hungry i could eat hattie.”
oscar slowly turns toward you. “that’s… my sister.” he doesn't yell. he doesn't flinch. he just stares at you like you told him the sky is green. "surely you mean to say, 'patty' right?"
you laugh, "like a krabby patty? no, i meant hattie,."
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
you sigh dramatically while picking through takeout, then go, “honestly? i’m so hungry i could eat taylor swift.”
fernando doesn’t even look up. “i beg your pardon.”
you blink. “…i'm just hungry...?”
he shrugs. “she’s powerful. that’s a strong protein source.”
lance stroll
you kick your feet up on the ottoman and mutter, “i could eat lawrence, honestly.”
lance turns so slowly it’s creepy. “my dad?” he doesn’t yell, just looks deeply unsettled. “what if he hears you, he might have you eaten?”
ʚ・williams
alex albon
you curl up beside him, all cozy, then whisper, “i’m so hungry i could eat bitbit.”
alex pulls back like you slapped him. “what the actual fuck did you just say??”
he’s already scooping bitbit into his arms. “you need to leave. i’m reporting you.”
carlos sainz
you’re peeling an orange and casually go, “i could eat isa hernáez, tbh.”
carlos chokes hard on his juice. he starts waving his hands like he's trying to reboot his own brain. “no no no. not this. not today.”
he walks out of the room mumbling “dios mío…” and comes back five minutes later with bread and zero explanation.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
you hum while scrolling, then casually go, “i’m so hungry i could eat kimi antonelli.”
ollie blinks. hard. “…like…why him?” immediately becomes suspicious of every time you’ve smiled at kimi.
he spirals for a full hour before asking, “wait… was that like a flirty hungry or a murdery hungry?”
esteban ocon
you stir your tea and murmur, “mmm, max verstappen sounds filling.”
esteban doesn’t look up. doesn’t breathe. doesn’t blink. “of course,” he says dryly, “we’re just devouring championship rivals now.”
your tea mysteriously disappears from the counter.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
you're laid out across the bed like a victorian widow and whisper, “i could eat yuki tsunoda.”
liam doesn’t flinch. he just sighs. “same, honestly.” pauses.
“…wait, what kind of eat are we talking about here?”
isack hadjar
you're giggling to yourself while reheating leftovers and casually say, “i’m so hungry i could eat… ze car.”
isack turns so fast his shoulder cracks. “i hate you so much.”
when you bust out laughing, he goes pale. “i am never going to live that down, am i?”
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
you spin around dramatically in the kitchen and declare, “i could eat simba.”
pierre gasps so loud it echoes. “mon chien???” grabs simba and cradles him like he’s just intercepted an assassination attempt.
refuses to let you hold the dog for the rest of the day.
franco colapinto
you sigh mid-bite of your sandwich and mutter, “i could eat javier milei.”
franco just stares at you. like a mix of concern, existential dread, and the weight of the argentine government crashing down on him. “…why would you say that, what if he's listening?” he whispers.
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
you're chewing on a breadstick and shrug, “i could eat kevin magnussen.”
nico doesn’t blink. doesn’t flinch. “get in line.”
he keeps chewing. you’re not sure if he’s serious. you don’t ask.
gabriel bortoleto
you’re giggling to yourself while setting the table, and blurt out, “i could eat isack hadjar.”
gabriel short-circuits. he stares at the salad you made like it might be laced with something. “you worry me.”
