hi! im lyo. for rn im dedicated this acc for f1 and motogp!!!(and maybe wec, MAYYBEEE). i really like yuki tsunoda and zhou guanyu (my boy fr) and i love all of the drivers! if u guys found this acc please be my moots because i REALLY need friends for hyping this motorsport😞💔
guanyu never felt worthy of love. until, you came into his life, determined to show him just how much love he truly deserved.
genres : fluff ... slight angst ... non f1 au ... guanyu has past scars ... zhou guanyu x fem!reader. request : anon for guanyu + scars littering the expanse of a back for the 100 event. word count : 850. warnings : guanyu is afraid of love and very reclusive , reader loves him unconditionally </3 , kissing , guanyu is shirtless at one point , not proofread note : this came a bit out of nowhere, but i'm kind of obsessed with this fic!! ( masterlist ) ( taglist )
When you first met Guanyu, he hid his past like he hid the scars on his back; pretending like they didn’t exist at all. To the regular onlooker, he was a normal guy in his mid-twenties. Graduated from a respectable university with a regular office job, his daily life no different from theirs. But the first time you met Guanyu, you noticed the sadness in his eyes.
Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame; something so strong that you couldn’t ignore it. He was hesitant to let you in at first. He was used to being guarded all the time, whether at work or social gatherings. Even his boss and coworkers knew almost nothing about him besides the one-dimensional ice breaker questions he couldn’t get around answering. But you were persistent, and Guanyu couldn’t fight back against you.
You got to know Guanyu slowly, patiently. You were acquaintances first, and then one day you dared to call him your friend. A small smile flashed on his face for a split second at the mention, and your chest buzzed with warmth at the sight. It was the first time you had seen him smile.
You steadily broke through each level of guarded walls that he had put up so many years ago, and when you finally reached his heart, you found it still wounded. But you were relentless with your patience, and having spent over a year around Guanyu already, you weren’t ready to give up. You took it slow, as always.
When he told you he was scared at the thought of dating— that he had never done it before and didn’t know how— you simply told him that you hadn’t either. It was normal to be scared of the unknown. It was okay to be hesitant. But you could tell he wanted to test out the waters, to see where it would lead. So, you extended the steady assurance that you had given him every time before once again.
“I like you. I do. But I don’t know how to express it,” he whispered one night, hesitance in his voice and doubt in his eyes.
“I know. You’ve already shown me since the day we met. You let me in. That’s enough for me. I don’t need anything else.”
You dated for two years before Guanyu made the first brave decision of his life. His proposal to you was nothing extravagant. But it was him. It was quiet, timid, and so delicately beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him. You had never been so sure about anything in your life— Guanyu was the man you wanted to marry.
Things started to look up. Your fiancé smiled more easily, and cracked more jokes. Your day-to-day life felt light and weightless. Even the usual frustrations could barely leave their mark on you. You had always been affectionate, but during those days, Guanyu was wrapped up in your affection nearly every moment of the day. The amount of love you poured out was almost overwhelming, and he could only do his best to match it in his own way.
You were admiring your husband again in the quiet, gentle, slowness of the early evening. After a year of marriage, he was more than used to it by now. He let you have your way, pressing slow kisses up his arm and shoulder, nuzzling your face in the joint of his neck. Your hands trailed along his back, tracing the scars he once was so hellbent on hiding from the world. After knowing Guanyu for five years, there was nothing left to uncover, no secrets he still hid in shame. You knew him inside out. All his rough edges had been softened by your love. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t defined by pain anymore.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered to him. He had heard you saw that countless times, but it still made his breath hitch. You were everything to him.
“I’m just me, though.” It was his usual reply. He could feel you smile against his skin, breath warm as you placed another kiss to his shoulder.
“‘Just you’… You don’t even know how much I adore just Guanyu.”
He caught your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles and then your fingertips, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Your way of loving Guanyu was overt. You weren’t shy to tell him every lovely word in the dictionary that fit him so perfectly. Kind, gentle, handsome, perfect, mine.
It used to make him shy, heat creeping up his neck at how easily you could say such things. He wasn’t used to such words being used to describe him. But he was starting to get used to it now, starting to accept the warm feeling that you instilled in his chest whenever you complimented him, starting to not be scared to love you back just as fiercely as you did.
His love for you was always quiet, but it was never hidden. You could always see it like broad daylight.
hello! if it's alright can i request a "after a long breakup with no contacts, calls or texts then come a reunion on new year's eve" with all the drivers please? i'm thinking about the drivers went on the street to welcome the new year with their families & friends then they saw the reader standing in the crowd without noticing them.
After a long breakup with no contacts, calls or texts them come a reunion on new year's eve
served with: all the drivers on the grid + retired x fem!exgf!reader
chef's note: New Year, New Me. That was the lie they told themselves.
Alpine
Franco Colapinto
He’s mid-laugh, surrounded by friends, probably being the loudest person there. Then his eyes find Y/N. The silence that follows is deafening.
His friends keep shouting the countdown, but Franco is frozen. He wants to run to her, to break the "no contact" rule in the most impulsive way, but he sees her friend pull her away into a bar.
He stays behind, heart racing.
Pierre Gasly
Pierre is a romantic at heart. Seeing Y/N on New Year’s Eve feels like a sign from the universe.
He almost starts walking toward her, his heart in his throat. But then he sees someone put an arm around her—a friend, a brother, a new flame?—and he stops.
He stays in the shadows, a ghost of the man he was when they were together.
Aston Martin
Fernando Alonso
Fernando has seen everything in this sport, but seeing Y/N after a year of silence still makes his breath hitch. He’s leaning against a railing, watching the crowds, when he catches her silhouette.
He knows that stance anywhere. He gives a small, sad smirk to himself.
“Happy New Year, Y/N,” he whispers to the wind, making no move to bridge the gap.
Lance Stroll
Lance is quiet, standing on the periphery of the celebration. He sees Y/N and his expression doesn't change, but his eyes soften.
He’s always been the type to watch from the shadows.
He spends the last ten seconds of the year just looking at the back of her head, wishing he had the courage to say something.
Audi
Gabriel Bortoleto
Gabriel is enjoying the festivities with his inner circle. He sees Y/N and his first instinct is to wave—until the memory of their final, messy phone call hits him.
He lowers his hand before it even clears his chest.
He watches her from afar, feeling the weight of the New Year like a heavy coat.
Nico Hülkenberg
Nico is calm, enjoying the atmosphere. He sees Y/N and a flicker of surprise crosses his face.
He nudges a friend, almost pointing her out, then stops himself.
It’s been too long. The silence has its own dignity now. He just watches her for a moment, appreciating the memory, before turning back to his family.
Cadillac
Sergio Pérez
Checo is surrounded by his massive family. He sees Y/N and his protective instincts flare up—is she cold? Is she safe in this crowd?
Then he remembers he isn't the one who gets to ask those questions anymore.
He sighs, a heavy sound lost in the music, and turns his attention back to his kids.
Valtteri Bottas
Valtteri is relaxed, maybe a bit detached from the chaos. He sees Y/N and gives a slow, contemplative blink.
He thinks about the quiet mornings they used to share. He doesn't feel the need for drama.
He just takes a long breath of the cold air and accepts that some things are meant to stay in the previous year.
Ferrari
Charles Leclerc
It’s cinematic, which only makes it hurt more. As the first firework explodes in a burst of red, Charles sees Y/N. She’s looking up at the sky, a soft smile on her face—the one he used to think was just for him.
He feels a hand on his shoulder (probably Pierre or his brothers), but he’s gone.
He’s back in Monaco, back in the silence of their apartment. He doesn't cross the street; he just memorizes her face one last time.
Lewis Hamilton
Lewis is in a crowd, but he always feels a bit separate. He sees Y/N and feels a strange sense of peace.
She looks like she’s grown, like she’s thriving. He doesn't feel the need to interrupt her new life.
He just smiles, a genuine, private thing, and sends a silent wish for her happiness into the universe.
Haas
Esteban Ocon
He’s standing with his parents, feeling the chill of the night. He spots Y/N near a cafe window. She looks peaceful.
Esteban is a man of discipline, so he doesn't break. He doesn't move.
He just watches the way the New Year’s lights reflect in her eyes, wondering if she still thinks of him when the clock strikes twelve.
Ollie Bearman
Ollie is excited, caught up in the magic of the night. Then he sees Y/N. The world goes gray for a second.
He remembers the "no contact" pact they made. Seeing her looking so happy makes him feel a mix of relief and total heartbreak.
He spends the countdown trying not to cry in front of his friends.
McLaren
Lando Norris
Lando is halfway through a joke when he sees her. His voice trails off. His friends ask him to finish the story, but he’s gone.
Y/N is standing just twenty feet away, looking at her phone.
He thinks about texting her. “I see you.” But he doesn't. He just watches her put the phone away and walk into the night.
Oscar Piastri
Oscar is the last person to show emotion, but when he sees Y/N, his "robotic" exterior cracks.
His eyes widen just a fraction. He watches her interact with her friends, analyzing her body language like it’s telemetry.
He concludes she’s doing fine. He hates that conclusion.
Mercedes
George Russell
George is perfectly composed, tucked into a heavy wool coat, chatting with his family. He sees Y/N through the gap in the crowd. She looks radiant.
He expects to feel anger, but all he feels is a profound sense of loss. He adjusts his watch, a nervous habit, and watches her walk away.
He doesn't say a word to anyone about what he saw.
Kimi Antonelli
He’s young, and this is his first New Year’s as a "big star," but seeing Y/N makes him feel like a kid again. He loses the thread of the conversation he’s in.
He stares, hoping she’ll turn around, hoping she’ll see him and make the first move.
She never does. She just disappears into the sea of people.
Racing Bulls
Arvid Lindblad
He’s with his family, feeling the rush of his first big year ahead. Then he sees her. Y/N is standing under a streetlamp, breath visible in the cold air. She looks older, different.
He wants to call out, but the silence of the last eight months feels like a physical wall.
He just watches her disappear into the crowd as the fireworks go off.
Liam Lawson
Liam is stoic, watching the fireworks with a drink in hand. He sees Y/N and his grip on the glass tightens.
He remembers every reason they stopped talking, and every reason he missed her.
He doesn't move toward her. He’s a racer; he knows when a gap is closed for good.
Red Bull
Isack Hadjar
He’s trying to enjoy the night, but he’s always been observant. He sees Y/N and his jaw tightens. He’s spent months trying to forget the sound of her voice. Seeing her now, so close yet so far, feels like a taunt. He turns his back to her, focusing on his friends, but he can’t stop his hands from shaking slightly in his pockets.
Max Verstappen
Max isn't one for crowds, but he’s there for his family. He sees Y/N instantly—his eyes have always been trained to find the most important thing in the room.
He doesn't look away. Even when she’s just a blur in the distance, his gaze stays fixed. He doesn't smile, he just acknowledges the reality: she’s there, and he’s here.
And the year is starting without them being "us."
Williams
Alex Albon
The countdown has started, and Alex is laughing at something Lily said, but his eyes drift. He sees a familiar coat, a familiar tilt of the head. His heart drops.
Y/N looks happy, laughing with a group of friends he doesn't recognize.
He stays rooted to the spot, the "3-2-1" fading into background noise as he realizes he hasn't moved on as much as he told his trainer he had.
Carlos Sainz
Carlos is surrounded by the "Sainz clan," loud and joyous. He’s mid-toast when he spots Y/N across the plaza. She’s adjusting her scarf, looking effortlessly beautiful.
The charisma he’s known for vanishes. He stops talking, his glass halfway to his lips.
His cousin nudges him, asking what’s wrong, but Carlos can’t look away. “Nada,” he lies, feeling the ache of every unread text.
Aditional Drivers
Daniel Ricciardo
Daniel is being the life of the party, leading a countdown in the middle of the street. Then he sees her. His smile doesn't disappear, but it becomes "the driver's mask"—hollow and practiced.
Y/N is laughing, holding a sparkler. He realizes she looks whole without him. It’s a punch to the gut.
He finishes the countdown, but his heart is elsewhere.
Jenson Button
Jenson is the picture of elegance, celebrating with friends. He spots Y/N and feels a wave of pure nostalgia. He doesn't feel the sharp "sting" anymore, just a soft, dull ache.
He raises his glass in her direction—hidden by the crowd—and takes a sip.
A silent toast to the girl who taught him how to love something more than a car.
Sebastian Vettel
Seb is with his kids and family, the "retired" life treating him well. He sees Y/N and feels a deep, soul-level warmth.
He doesn't feel the "breakup" sting; he just feels the history.
He doesn't want to disturb her night, so he just holds his family a little tighter and hopes Y/N finds the peace she was looking for.
Yuki Tsunoda
Yuki is being loud, probably complaining about the cold. Then he sees Y/N and goes completely silent.
It’s the quietest he’s been all year. He just stares, his heart pounding against his ribs.
He wants to yell her name, but the lump in his throat is too big to swallow.
Okay I don't know if you write for him or talk about him but I can't stop thinking about how Isack hadjar would be as a bf?
I feel like he'd be a major jokester but also super loving and protective.??
Thing is, I need more people to get passionate about this man so I can lose it on main in a true T fashion. Until then, I quietly present to you a highly subjective, very documented analysis based on my expert skill of noticing stuff then making it deeper than it is :,)
𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼
He’s the type to fall in love in silence, maybe a look that awakens something in him. He doesn’t understand it for a while, but he notices patterns about people that catch his attention.
By the time he realizes he’s in love, he already knows you in frightening detail. But he’s a Libra man, so give him a second.
He’s an intense person, especially when things don’t go his way => starts catastrophizing => can be overwhelming at times.
Communication with him is honest, blunt, to the point. He prefers discussing the issue without sugarcoating things, and not because he doesn't care, but because he respects you enough to stay true no matter what.
On the same note, if something bad happens or if you end up fighting for some reason, he’ll learn softness with and for you. And in time, he’ll be choosing his words more carefully.
He’s overly protective. He’s loud and territorial, and you’ll know for sure when he feels like marking that territory the most by standing closer when things feel off. Or keeping a hand at the small of your back in crowded places. Or or or.
He’s the rawest version of himself on race weekends, focused and a little harder to reach. But he anchors himself through you, so don’t think he doesn’t need you. Quite the opposite. He’ll call you if you’re not there with him, and text you the moment he gets the chance.
He needs you to be a recalibration point in your relationship. You’ll receive everything else in return without asking.
He might not do romantic gestures often, but it’s meaningful when he does, very loyal and committed + he remembers things you’ve only mentioned once.
Physical affection is something he grows into. He won’t be all about it in public, but he needs contact nonetheless.
He can be affectionate when you least expect it though, like mid-conversation he just pulls you closer ^^.
Since he gets easily frustrated with the things he can’t control, it’s only expected that the frustration will leak into his mood as well. However, being with you teaches him all over again that shutting down isn’t an option anymore.
He respects independence and initiative. He doesn’t want to have you just like that, he wants to choose you, and for you to choose him back. Every day. He’s attracted to autonomy because it challenges him, keeps him engaged and that’s what keeps the relationship alive.
Teases you relentlessly but the second someone else does it he’s like :/ absolutely the fuck not.
He’s also jealous in silence, but you’ll eventually hear about it. Although he is the type to cause a scene if someone crosses the line, he can let it simmer until there’s actually something specific that bothers him; then he goes all in. Note: it’s never aimed at you. His jealousy is more about his own internal competitiveness than doubt in you.
Acts like he doesn’t need attention but gets suspiciously quiet when you don’t give him any (he’s just a boy fr).
Very ambitious and that bleeds into every aspect of his life. Being with him means understanding that his life is chaotic and priorities change every week. You won’t matter less for that, it’s just part if who he is. The balance comes from the fact that when he is with you, he’s fully WITH you.
He’s the softest late at night. That’s when he’ll let his guard down more and will talk about fears and doubts and things he’ll never mention in daylight.
He can be casual, but deep down he’s very chalant, guaranteed.
As I already mentioned, he admires you openly in private, more subtly in public. In interviews or around others, it might be a quiet pride, but alone he’ll tell you exactly what he sees in you. Because it’s nobody’s business but yours.
Loves documenting your relationship through random candids, blurry selfies, and sunsets with your silhouette in them. Immediately posted.
+ takes lots of pictures when you’re not looking.
Sends you random memes that remind him of you.
Sends voice notes when he’s too tired.
A freaky flirt, that’s what he is.
Gets cocky when you hype him up.
I’m pretty sure you can make him blush through eye contact.
Fan of texting “???” whenever you take too long to reply to him.
have you guys ever seen someone so good looking at some point you feel like you dont even deserve to breathe the same air as him??? yes that's definitely me with sir lewis hamilton.
