Hello my stars! This is a masterlist for my works, inside and outside tumblr. I transferred accounts from @eishileclerc04 to here! That account will be inactive and I'll be moving here. But I decided not to delete the fics I made there but instead just link it here.
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(Request is open for any F1 drivers, can do F2, F3, Indy, Motogp but I need to check them out before doing them so I actually know them. No smut cause I can't write smut to save my life.)
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Platonic F1 x Reader / Retired Drivers
Red Bull Racing
Max Verstappen
Yuki Tsunoda
Mercedes
George Russell
Kimi Antonelli
Williams
Alexander Albon
Carlos Sainz
Ferrari
Charles Leclerc
Lewis Hamilton
McLaren
Oscar Piastri
Lando Norris
Aston Martin
Lance Stroll (Won't be making any works for him)
Fernando Alonso
Racing Bulls
Liam Lawson
Isack Hadjar
Kick Sauber
Nico Hülkenberg
Gabriel Bortoleto
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Esteban Ocon
Ollie Bearman
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Pierre Gasly
Franco Colapinto
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Marco Bezzecchi
AO3 - Zerobaseone (10), Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Tokyo Revengers Crossover (1), Formula 1 (9)
Lowkey begging for a flirty RBR era!Sebastian Vettel fic, maybe about him being photographed during a really brief moment during a meet-and-greet flirting/ giving the biggest “heart eyes” in the world to the reader (who is a really enthusiastic fan with a huge crush) and the media sees this and sort of goes wild over the obvious chemistry, at which point Redbull decides they need to invite the reader to the next race so the pair can see each other again. First time requesting so I hope I’ve done this right lol, thank u in advance?! ;p
INFATUATION
sebastian vettel x reader
It was loud and slightly overwhelming but you didn't care. You couldn't find it within yourself to spare a glance at the chaos. It was almost calming, in a peculiar way. You were stood at the front of the barriers holding a red bull cap in your hands, a long with a pen.. just in case.
You'd woken up at 5am to somehow be at the barriers for 7, your sister stood next to you, also with a red bull cap in hand. Despite your love for formula 1 and Sebastian Vettel, you wouldn't have awoken at 5am without her. The noise and cheers of those around you got louder as Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber walked over to everyone at the barriers, signing things blindly, talking to fans and nodding at whatever fans had to say, plastering a small smile onto their faces no matter what the fan said.
You could feel your heart fluttering with nerves while your stomach churned ever so slightly.
You had a slight infatuation for the 2 time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. I mean– who wouldn't? He was feisty, gorgeous, breathtaking and– fuck. You needed to get a grip.
You tightened your grasp on your red bull cap, glancing at your sister, who probably forgot you were even there, as she watched Sebastian and Mark sign stuff and talk to fans from afar.
And then he was in front of you. Sebastian fucking Vettel was stood signing your cap. Your throat was dry and you couldn't think of anything to say except for a breathless thank you.
"You're welcome." He laughed slightly, glancing up at you as he finished signing your cap. "You here for me or Mark?" He asked, a small smirk on his lips.
You chewed your bottom lip nervously, a small smile spreading onto your lips. "You." You managed to say.
"Correct answer." He laughed. "Your eyes are quite pretty." He said, quieter, as if he only wanted you to hear.
You flushed, unsure if you heard what he said correctly.
"What?" You sputtered.
"You heard me." He smirked.
"Well so are yours." You replied back, internally wincing at how cringe that sounded.
He stared at you for a little bit and you could've sworn you'd seen a small flush on his cheeks.
As quick as.. whatever this was had started, it was ending, as his manager ran over and whispered something into his ear. He quickly nodded and gave you a small wave, in which, you also gave him, a much more shy, wave back. And then he was gone, most likely preparing for the race, in which, he won.
You couldn't help but smile as you and your sister watched him on the podium, drenched and covered in wet, sticky champagne, which caused his skin to glisten in the warm sunlight.
That was 2 months ago. You hadn't been to another F1 race since due to work and being busy. You didn't even know what race you and your sister would go to next. You were flicking through a newspaper that you had brought earlier out of boredom and curiosity.
What were they reporting on nowadays?
The royal family– to be expected.
Celebrity affairs– to be expected.
Life "hacks"– stupid but, to be expected.
Sports– to be expected.
Sebastian Vettel– unexpected? But not unwelcome.
Your eyes were drawn to the article like a moth to a flame.
SEBASTIAN VETTEL INFATUATED WITH A FAN?
the two time F1 world champion was seen giving a fan quote on quote 'heart eyes' at the Spanish grand prix, is this his new girlfriend, or a secret fling?
You looked at the photo attached.
Your eyes widened.
No fucking way.
It was a photo of you, Sebastian was giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. The thought made you feel quite dizzy, your stomach churning. You seriously couldn't believe this.
You grabbed your laptop and found yourself looking at article after article of Sebastian giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. You seriously couldn't believe this, and you couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian knew anything about this.
He did know about it. He thought about you often, and the influx of articles about him giving you heart eyes made the feelings and thoughts 10 times more potent.
Sebastian was sat on his side of the garage, sipping his red bull while his engineers worked on his car. He had a good feeling about qualifying today. Mark walked over to him.
"Have you not tried to find her?" Mark asked suddenly, causing Sebastian to jump out of his skin.
"What- who- what are you on about?" Sebastian sputtered, confused.
"You know who, Sebastian! Don't act dumb with me. The girl who you gave heart eyes to at the meet and greet in Spain!" Mark said. "It's all the media are talking about!"
"Oh.. her." Sebastian muttered. "No. I don't even know how I'd find her." He added, a small frown appearing onto his face.
He didn't know why he was upset over this, he'd spoken to you for a maximum of 5 minutes before being dragged away.
"You could find her on Facebook." Mark said.
"You can do that?" Sebastian asked incredulously.
"I mean– no. I was trying to be helpful." Mark admitted, shrugging slightly.
Sebastian grumbled under his breath at that and walked off.
Mark couldn't drop it. Everyone and anyone who had eyes could see the chemistry between them both. And despite being rivals for the championship, they were still friends at heart.
And that's how he found himself, practically begging Sebastian's manager to find you– somehow.
And somehow he had. It was 10am, you walked to the bottom of your flat building to get your post, in which, you saw a letter from.. someone who you didn't even know. You were confused but, nonetheless, took it upstairs with you and into your flat to open it.
You sat on your sofa and opened the envelope. You opened up the paper and your eyes widened.
It was Sebastian's manager. Your lips parted in a silent shock. In brief, his manager wanted you to come to the Canadian grand prix as Sebastian wanted to see you again.
You couldn't believe it. Sebastian wanted to see you again, despite your brief interaction. You always thought of yourself as an awful flirter, but clearly, you weren't. You felt a small amount of pride fill up your chest as you smiled to yourself, holding the letter to your chest.
You'd dragged your sister to the Canadian grand prix with you. Well– you hadn't really dragged her, she came more than willingly.
You found yourself in the red bull garage, nervously waiting in Sebastian's side of it. You absentmindedly chewed on your thumbnail. What if he changed his mind? What if it was just a spurr of the moment thing?
You couldn't help the anxious thoughts that swirled around your head like a small storm forming, clouding up your thoughts.
Sebastian walked over to you, a small smile on his face.
"Fancy seeing you here." He said.
"Fancy seeing you here." You retorted.
His smile widened ever so slightly.
"I didn't think my manager would be able to find you– or that you'd even come." He admitted, looking into your eyes, with something like infatuation.
"Of course I'd come. Its free." You joked.
He laughed at that, loud and warm.
"You didn't come for me?" He tilted his head in the most endearing way.
"That was a small factor." You smirked, enjoying the back and forth banter going between you both.
"It's a bit loud in here, isn't it?" He asked you, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the chaos of the garage.
"A bit." Your replied, raising your voice to ever so slightly.
"Come with me to my drivers's room?" He asked.
You nodded and followed him to his driver's room.
You were both sat in his driver's room talking and getting to know one another.
Sebastian was extremely interesting, he found you interesting aswell. He told you stories of his younger self, stories of other drivers on the grid and random stories others had told him. You found your smile getting wider the more you two spoke to one another.
You somehow got onto the topic of him winning races and how, after a while, winning races had become repetitive to him.
"Well–" you began, feeling a small wave of confidence rushing over you. "If you win this race I'll kiss you."
"What?" He sputtered.
"You heard me. If you win this race I'll kiss you, deal?" You asked.
His lips parted in shock but he quickly nodded.
He couldn't believe his luck.
He had won the race with a 20 second lead. He got out of the car, took off his helmet and ran to the barriers. He instantly found you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His lips were soft and tasted a bit like strawberries and mint. You grasped his shoulders, almost tugging him over the barriers. He smiled and a small breathy laugh escaped his lips.
He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, his thumbs rubbing your cheek bones.
"I think I'll have to keep winning if this is my reward." He smirked before leaning back down and pressing his lips back against yours, completely disregarding the world and the cameras around you both.
Instead, being completely infatuated with you.
A/N: i hope this is how you envisioned it 😭😭 i actually really like this omg.
masterlist | have a request? My requests are open!!
hi, can write you something about driver!reader imagine, has Sebastian Vettel as her manager or mentor (like Oscar Piastri and Mark Webber)
lewyn this, totoyn that, what about sebyn???
Sebastian Vettel had promised himself he was done with Formula 1.
Done with politics. Done with the cameras. Done with the constant noise that came with being Sebastian Vettel.
When he retired, people thought he would disappear completely. And for a while, he did.
No paddock appearances. No interviews. No rumors about a comeback. Just silence.
Which was why the entire F1 world losts its mind the first time he walked back into a paddock.
Not in team kit. Not in FIA gear. Not even as a commentator.
Just him. Just Sebastian. Basball cap pulled low, coffee in hand, walking through the paddock like he'd never left.
Questions started before he even reached the Mercedes garage.
"Sebastian, are you consulting for Mercedes?"
"Are you returning?"
"Why are you here?"
And Sebastian just smiled slightly and said, "I'm here for someone."
Nobody expected "someone" to be YN LN.
The rookie. The ex-MotoGP rider the entire paddock had spent months doubting before she even touched an F1 car completely.
But then people started noticing things.
How Sebastian watched every one of her sessions from the garage. How he stood behind the engineers during debriefs without speaking unless necessary. How she unconciously searched for him after every run.
And the biggest thing is that YN listened to him.
Not to be polite. Not to be professional. But because she trusted him. Which said everything.
The truth came out during an interview after qualifying. She'd just dragged the car to P3 in mixed conditions, still flushed from adrenaline when a reporter asked:
"So how much has Sebastian Vettel been helping you?"
"A lot," she said quietly. "I wouldn't really be where I am now without him."
The room went silent.
Because Sebastian Vettel didn't do this. He didn't mentor publicly. He didn't attach himself to drivers. He barely came back to the sport at all.
And yet here he was. For YN LN.
What people eventually learned was that Sebastian had first met her years earlier in MotoGP. Back before F1 was even a possibility for her.
YN was younger then. Faster than every expected. Angry at the world in the way prodigies often are.
Sebastian saw it immediately. Not just the talent, but the pressure. The loneliness of being exceptional too early.
He recognized because he'd lived it.
Four world championships before thirty years old. A media microscope before adulthood had even settled. An entire sport deciding who he was for him.
So when it was announced YN was driving for Mercedes, Sebastian was one of the very few people who didn't laugh.
Instead, he called her. And according to paddock gossip, the conversation lasted four hours.
The media loved painting YN as fearless, but Sebastian knew better.
He knew about the nights she called him after testing because she thought that maybe everyone was right about her. He knew about the articles she pretended not to read, He knew her hands shook before press conferences even though she walked in looking completely composed.
The was one night where the pressure finally cracked through. YN had a terrible sim session after FP2. Tiny mistakes piling up into frustration until eventually she just sat on the floor staring at the telemetry with glassy eyes.
Most people had already left. The mechanics kept pretending not to notice.
Sebastian walked in quietly, took one look at her, and sat beside her on the floor without saying anything.
Then, "You know what your problem is?"
YN sighed tiredly. "This should be good."
"You think you need to prove you belong here every second."
She didn't answer because he was right.
"They have you here for a reason," he said. "Stop driving like they're about to change their minds."
That stayed with her.
The paddock slowly started understanding what this actually meant to Sebastian too.
Because he wasn't just visiting. He was returning to a world he walked away from. And F1 had not been kind to heam near the end.
There were easier things he could've done with retirement than emotionally adopt a rookie under the brightest spotlight in motorsport.
But somehow, with YN, the sport looked softer around him again.
And fans noticed all of that. Sebastian was smiling more. Laughing during clips. Standing by pit walls with that old intensity back in his eyes.
Summary: Y/N Alonso is the paddock’s unofficial mum. She brings snacks, gives hugs, and somehow knows when you're sad before you do. Everyone loves her. But Lance Stroll? He gets pancakes, blankets, and kisses on the helmet. The rookies aren’t having it. Suddenly they're all sick, limping, and dramatically collapsing for her attention. Fernando sees through it. And Y/N? She just wants to know why six boys are fighting over soup.
Pairing: Fernando Alonso x Wife!Reader x Platonic!Grid
Content: Fluff, weaponized clinginess, petty rookie drama, emotional fake illnesses, pancake favoritism, soup bribery, Fernando losing the will to live, Lance thriving, and six rookies auditioning for adoption like it’s The Bachelor: Grid Mum Edition.
Author’s Note 🏎️:
This story was pure chaos from start to finish and honestly... I don’t even know what happened. I just had the image of Lance eating pancakes in fuzzy socks while six rookies fake-coughed for attention and it spiraled from there.
It’s dramatic, it’s ridiculous, it’s soft and unhinged at the same time. If you’ve ever felt violently jealous over someone getting the last pancake, this one’s for you.
Thanks for reading and enabling my nonsense 💚
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Formula 1 had accepted that Y/N Alonso was more than just Fernando’s wife.
She was the paddock’s comfort person. The one who brought snacks to debriefs. The one who carried spare tissues in her bag and always noticed when someone looked tired. She once hugged Ollie after a rough quali and accidentally made him cry into her shoulder for seven whole minutes. She gave Isack a cookie during a media day meltdown and he nearly proposed.
To the rookies? She was Mother. Capital M.
If you were sick, tired, sore, dramatic, hungry, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, or just needed a hug, Y/N was there. Always warm. Always smelling like jasmine and clean laundry. Always calling you sweetheart and making you feel like you hadn’t just knocked over a $25,000 front wing in FP2.
So naturally, they clung to her like ducklings.
She wasn’t a team principal. She wasn’t even a member of the pit crew. But because she was always around Fernando and Aston Martin, and because her smile made everything feel slightly less terrifying, the rookies started hovering near their garage like moths.
Until they noticed something strange.
Lance.
Lance Stroll, the actual driver for Aston Martin, was getting… extra attention.
“Did she just tuck a blanket around him?” Franco whispered from behind a stack of tires.
“She fed him a grape,” Gabriel replied, eyes wide.
“No. I swear. She just…she just told him he was ‘so brave’ for driving in the rain.”
Ollie, hiding behind a pit board, gasped. “She’s never called me brave.”
Kimi was silent. Which was suspicious in itself, because Kimi was only ever quiet when he was either deeply focused or deeply offended.
“…did she just ruffle his hair?” Kimi asked flatly, blinking like his whole world had been a lie.
The breaking point came when they accidentally overheard something behind the team motorhome.
Y/N was crouched in front of Lance, fixing his helmet with practiced hands. “Alright, baby, go out there and show them hell, okay Lancy poo?” she said sweetly, pressing a kiss to the top of his helmet.
The rookies collectively gasped.
“Did she just call him—”
“She kissed his helmet,” Franco hissed.
“Oh my god,” Ollie whispered, stunned.
Then, somewhere inside the motorhome, someone muttered under their breath, “I’m telling you, Lance has to be their son from another life. That’s why they’re so attached.”
The silence that followed was immediate and devastating.
“We’ve been replaced,” Liam muttered.
“Lance is the golden child,” Ollie said.
“Not on my watch,” Isack declared, eyes glinting with mischief. “We fake sick. All of us.”
———
Phase One: Operation Baby Duck
It started small. A sniffle here. A quiet “I think I’m running a fever” there. Y/N was immediately concerned.
“Oh sweetheart, sit down! You look flushed. Fernando, get the thermometer!”
Fernando, halfway through his espresso, stared at Isack.“You look fine.”
Isack let out a soft, tragic cough that sounded suspiciously like a fake cat hairball.
Y/N gasped. “Don’t be mean, Nando! He’s obviously struggling.”
Struggling to hold in laughter, maybe.
The next day, Liam showed up to the paddock wrapped in a scarf, hoodie, and blanket. In Singapore.
Y/N blinked. “Honey, you’re sweating.”
“I’m battling,” Liam whispered, eyes watery. “Let me hold your hand. It helps.”
By the end of the week, the rookies were limping, coughing, sneezing, and making dramatic groaning noises every time they stood up. One of them even requested homemade soup in the middle of a press conference.
Kimi took it a step further and made Fernando help him limp down the paddock hallway like he had a war injury. When asked what happened, he said “emotional fatigue.”
Fernando had had enough.
“They were literally playing football twenty minutes ago,” he muttered, watching the group pile onto Y/N’s lap like Victorian children dying of the plague.
“No they weren’t,” she said, gently stroking Isack’s hair.
“Yes. They were. I saw it. Isack was doing bicycle kicks. Kimi slide tackled Liam.”
Behind her back, the boys made faces at him. Stuck their tongues out.
Fernando pointed violently. “That! Did you see? They’re mocking me!”
She turned.
Instantly, all five looked like they were five seconds from fainting. Isack weakly held up a tissue. Ollie moaned. Franco blinked very slowly. Kimi closed his eyes like he was awaiting death.
Y/N turned back to her husband. “Fernando. They can barely stand.”
Fernando looked like he aged ten years. “I’m going to commit a crime.”
———
Phase Two: Lance Finds Out
Lance was slow to catch on. For a while, he just thought the rookies were weirdly into heating pads and asking for foot massages.
Then he walked into the driver’s lounge and saw Gabriel curled up under his team jacket, sipping tea with extra honey.
“What… are you doing?”
“Shhh,” Gabriel whispered. “Y/N said I need rest.”
“She knit me socks,” Franco announced proudly from the couch.
“They’re faking,” Lance said, backing away.
“You would say that,” Isack muttered, turning to cough delicately into Y/N’s scarf. “Golden child.”
———
Phase Three: Annoy the fck out of Fernando
Fernando eventually reached his breaking point. Again.
He walked in on five grown boys all dramatically collapsing onto Y/N’s lap like a litter of fainting goats.
“Not this again.” Fernando sighed “This is getting out of hand.”
“They’re sick, Nando!”
“They just ate six pizzas in catering.”
“They’re growing boys.”
“They were playing Mario Kart and screaming three minutes ago!”
Kimi peeked up from under a fuzzy blanket. “That was for morale.”
Isack raised a limp hand. “I need soup.”
Fernando pinched the bridge of his nose. “You said that yesterday.”
Y/N turned to him, concerned. “Do you think I should buy more tissues?”
Behind her back, Ollie dabbed his face with a napkin and whispered, “Bless me.”
Franco fake sneezed directly at Fernando.
Kimi reached out and grabbed Fernando’s pant leg. “Tell my story.”
Fernando stared at the ceiling like it personally offended him. “First it was Max and Charles. Then Lando. Then Pierre. Even Lewis did it once. I thought we were past this.”
“They were trailblazers,” Liam said weakly.
“I’m going to burn the entire hospitality unit down,” Fernando muttered, already turning to leave. “And salt the ashes.”
And yet, the next day, Y/N arrived with six fresh thermoses of homemade soup, custom fluffy socks with their names on it, and a giant blanket shaped like a duck.
“Because you’re my babies,” she smiled.
Fernando watched as six suddenly-healthy rookies fought over who got to hold her hand first.
Lance stood beside him, arms crossed.
“They’re faking.”
“I know.” Fernando hissed.
“They’re just jealous I’m the favorite.”
Fernando sipped his coffee. “You absolutely are.”
From the corner of the room, six boys screamed, “WE HEARD THAT!”
Y/N turned, startled. “Heard what?”
Immediately, Ollie gasped. “Nothing, nothing. My ears are just really sensitive from the fever. It’s probably the... wind.”
“We’re inside,” Fernando muttered.
“I need to sit down,” Liam added, dramatically lowering himself onto the floor like a dying Shakespeare character. “My legs are trembling.”
“You just jogged here.” Lance deadpanned.
“No. That was my twin.” Liam nodded gravely. “He’s much healthier.”
Y/N gently helped him up, worried. “Oh sweetheart, maybe you should lie down.”
“I love lying down,” Ollie chimed in, flopping backwards so dramatically he knocked over a chair.
“Jesus Christ,” Fernando hissed. “It’s like watching a low-budget play.”
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It started with a minor incident.
Just a casual Thursday morning at their home. Peaceful. Birds chirping. Coffee brewing. Fernando, just out of the shower, towel over his shoulder, walked into the kitchen to find…
“What is this?”
Y/N was standing at the stove. In a fluffy green robe. With her hair clipped up. Whisking pancake batter.
She looked up, cheerful. “Morning, love. I’m making Lance pancakes.”
Fernando blinked. “Lance… who is currently sleeping in our so-called guest room?” He air quoted guest room because, let’s be honest, it was basically Lance’s room at this point.
“Yes. He asked for banana chocolate chip with extra crispy edges. So I thought—”
“I thought we had a driver, not a 14-year-old on summer break.”
Y/N kissed his cheek. “He’s both.”
Just then, Lance walked in, wearing Fernando’s old shirt and Y/N’s fuzzy socks. Hair sticking up. Sleepy smile. “Mornin’.”
Fernando stared. “You’re still here?”
Lance yawned. “Yeah. I was too tired to drive after game night.”
Fernando narrowed his eyes. “You’re planning to stay here for race week again?”
“Let him,” Y/N said brightly. “He thrives here.”
Lance nodded solemnly. “Also, the Wi-Fi here’s better.”
Fernando sighed into his coffee mug.
———
It was supposed to be a quiet morning. A simple media debrief in the drivers’ room, nothing more.
And yet, here they all were: Max lounging with his feet up, Charles stealing Oscar’s coffee like it was a blood sport, Yuki arguing with Pierre over which hotel served better eggs, and Lewis humming something old-school under his breath while braiding friendship bracelets he swore weren’t for anyone specific.
All were present and accounted for.
Except one team.
“Where’s Aston Martin?” Oscar asked, looking around with a raised brow.
There was a collective shrug. The Aston Martin duo being late wasn’t new, but for some reason, this time, it had everyone's attention.
“Probably still at home,” Max said, sipping from his smoothie. “Wouldn't be surprised if Lance overslept again.”
“Or maybe,” Pierre smirked, “Lance begged for another game night. Or made them watch that weird documentary about mushrooms again.”
“Bet he asked for Y/N’s pancake recipe this morning,” Carlos added. “She always makes them for him when he’s stressed.”
“She made me chamomile tea once,” Charles sighed dreamily, completely derailing the original topic. “When I had that sore throat. Wrapped the mug in a little napkin like it was a gift.”
“I stubbed my toe before a race and she brought me an ice pack wrapped in a duck-shaped cloth,” Oscar mumbled. “I still have it. I call him Duckward.”
“She once patted my head,” Esteban said solemnly. “I had never felt peace like that.”
Lando nodded gravely. “It’s like… getting hugged by a warm Sunday.”
George walked in right then and blinked. “Are we reminiscing about Y/N again?”
“She’s literally married,” Lewis muttered, sipping his tea. “To Fernando.”
“Yeah, but she’s like… the paddock’s mum,” Nico added. “Except to Lance. He gets the deluxe treatment.”
Max grunted. “I saw her fix his hair once before qualifying. I think she licked her thumb like a real mum.”
Lando burst out laughing. “One time, I saw her pull his hoodie strings tighter because ‘he might catch a chill.’”
Someone asked. “Wait. He sleeps over?”
“Sleep over?” Ocon scoffed. “That guy basically lives with them. He has his own room”
That was it.
A small gasp came from the far side of the room. Six rookies, previously flopped like tired cats on the couch, were now upright with laser focus.
“What do you mean he lives there?” Franco said sharply.
“I thought they just liked him best because of his sad little Canadian eyes,” Liam whispered.
Kimi narrowed his eyes. “Own room?! Has his own room?!?!?”
“Wait. They got heart pancakes?” Ollie whispered.
“Strawberries?” Kimi added with the kind of betrayal usually reserved for soap operas.
Gabriel clutched his chest. “They played board games together?”
Liam clutched the arm of the couch like it had betrayed him. Gabriel blinked at the floor like he’d just discovered the meaning of life. Kimi pouted so aggressively.
“Why do you all look like kicked puppies?”
“He’s the favorite child,” Ollie declared, pointing accusingly at a wall as if Lance might be eavesdropping from behind it.
Charles blinked. “He is their only child.”
“We are too,” Franco said indignantly, like this was a known fact.
Max laughed. “You guys are just getting the kindness treatment. Believe me, we all did what you’re doing now.”
The rookies turned, six heads snapping in unison.
“We all faked it,” Pierre said. “Once I claimed I had shin splints and she massaged my legs for twenty minutes while humming a lullaby.”
“I lied about a fever and got tucked in on the motorhome couch,” George said wistfully. “Two blankets. Cinnamon tea. She kissed my forehead.”
“Kissed your—” Liam choked.
Lando leaned back smugly. “One winter test, I coughed once. Got soup, a throat spray, and got to wear her scarf for the rest of the week.”
“I once pretended I forgot how to open a water bottle,” Pierre admitted.
“I claimed I couldn’t walk straight,” Oscar added.
“I was genuinely sick once,” Yuki muttered. “Didn’t even get a text. She was too busy wrapping Lance in three blankets and calling him her baby boy.”
“He is her baby boy,” Oscar deadpanned.
“Bro,” Franco whispered. “What if… what if we’ve only scratched the surface.”
Gabriel nodded slowly. “We need to go deeper.”
Kimi suddenly gasped. “We fake amnesia.”
“No,” Liam said, deadpan. “Too far. We start with fainting.”
“I want the duck towel,” Ollie declared.
“You can’t just ask for Duckward,” Oscar said, horrified. “Duckward chooses you.”
Fernando walked past the open door just then, paused, looked inside, and slowly narrowed his eyes. “You’re all planning something.”
“No, we’re not,” the rookies said in terrifying unison.
Fernando squinted at them. “Don’t even think about it.”
“They’re sick,” Max said mockingly, nudging Charles.
“They’ll be sick if they try to touch Duckward,” Oscar muttered.
At that moment, the door opened.
Y/N walked in first, carrying a bottle of syrup, a fork, and gently guiding someone behind her with a warm hand on their back, like a proud mum dropping her kid off at school.
Then came Lance, well-rested, smiling, holding a plate of pancakes she’d clearly made for him, and wearing a knitted beanie with Lancey stitched across it in cursive.
Complaints
“There’s the pancake,” Ollie hissed.
“He has a nickname beanie,” Kimi said, near tears.
Ollie, muffled under a blanket, muttered, “I want a nickname.”
“You can be Sicky Ollie,” Max offered.
Liam stared. “She made him pancakes.”
“She made him a custom beanie?” Gabriel whispered, scandalized.
“That’s it,” Franco hissed. “Life is really unfair.”
While staring at Y/N, Who handed him the fork first. Pancakes stacked neatly, syrup already drizzled in a perfect swirl.
He beamed at her and immediately scanned the room for a spot, clearly aiming for the floor, as usual.
And just before Y/N turned to head back out and return the syrup bottle to hospitality, she paused, looked over her shoulder, and said very casually, too casually…
“Sit at the table, Lance. I refuse to have my son act like he was raised in the woods.”
As soon as Y/N left the room, chaos erupted.
The room froze.
Fernando blinked slowly. “Oh no.”
“Son?! Son?! Soooooon?!?” Franco shouted.
“You’re not even the youngest!” Kimi pointed out.
Ollie, voice trembling, whispered, “So he really is the favorite…”
“We’re not even second best,” Gabriel mumbled.
“You’re stealing our sick points!” Isack accused
“I’m her son,” Lance said through a mouthful of pancake. “Cry about it.”
“Stop being dramatic,” Fernando sighed. “She’s literally… oh, for the love of… Franco, get off the floor.”
“No. This is my villain origin arc.”
Y/N returned to see six devastated rookies staring at her like she just announced she was disowning them. Kimi looked like he might cry. Ollie clutched Liam’s sleeve.
Fernando stood in the corner like a man who had seen war. When she turned to him with raised brows, he just gestured at the chaos.
“They heard that,” Fernando muttered. “You called him your son. Now look…back to fake coughs and tragic little expressions.”
“They are sick,” Y/N scolded lightly without looking.
“They were just running down the paddock ten minutes ago.”
“They’re pale now.”
“They’re making faces at me behind your back. Again.”
Y/N turned around. The rookies, with Oscar-worthy performances, had gone limp and lifeless. One gave a weak cough. Another moaned.
Fernando stared. “You’re all little demons.”
Kimi cracked an eye open. “We prefer emotionally neglected children.”
Y/N gasped. “Fernando! Look at them. They can barely sit up straight!”
“They’re lying.”
“They’re adorable.”
“Unbelievable,” Fernando muttered as six clingy “patients” clung tighter to his wife.
Max passed Fernando a protein bar without looking up. “Told you. It’s a phase.”
“I hate this phase,” Fernando muttered. “I want a refund.”
“You got a wife and seven sons,” Charles said. “Congratulations.”
“I’m going to burn that beanie,” Franco whispered to Isack.
“Right after I get my forehead kiss,” Isack muttered back, pulling the blanket tighter.
And Fernando, surrounded by his fake-sick adopted sons, pancake-eating favorite child, and far-too-kind wife, sighed.
He was never going to win.
And thus, the hierarchy was clear.
Lance was the son. The rest were pretending not to be auditioning for adoption.
And from that day on, the fake illnesses doubled in frequency, dramatically increased in flair, and Fernando started carrying a laminated “They’re Faking” sign that he held up every time someone groaned near Y/N.
the one where y/n laurier and will smith spoke back in college. it was a constant on and off, a constant back and fourth of feelings neither wanted to admit out of pure fear. eventually, the two couldn’t handle their feelings, and will said he was too focused on hockey to be with her. y/n blew up as pop musics new it girl, and will is the san jose sharks golden boy. and now? now she has a way of subtweeting the shark through her music.
— an / part twoooo! little teeny tiny timeskip just because i couldn't really think of a filler post, so take this as being set a few months after wills hard launch. the drama is brewing and will & y/n are about to enter their crash out era which like… me too, baby. masterlist
twitter. january 2025.
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ynlaurier hurt my feelings out april 3rd ۶ৎ keep an eye out for tomorrow night!!! got a surprise for u girlies
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fan1 SHUT UPPPPP
fan2 prepare to be so sick of me
fan3 song about will pls song about will pls
fan4 BABY SHES BACK
fan5 SHES ABT TO DO HER BIG ONE
taylorswift So excited!!!
→ ynlaurier @taylorswift i love you 🫶🏼🫶🏼
fan6 dropping an album after will drops his hard launch... the devil works hard but y/n laurier works harder
march 23rd, 2025.
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herfriend1 favorite couple
herfriend2 pretty girlll
herfriend3 will smith with a side of hockey
herfriend4 hi san jose girlie
_willsmith2 Best girl
→ sarahmckay best boy
fan1 will don’t stray too far, you know where home is at
pairing . . . yuki tsunoda x gn!motogp!champion!reader
summary . . . After soft launching for months, Yuki finally hard launches your relationship by posting a celebration post of your first MotoGP championship, and everyone loses their mind
warnings . . . none! story set in 2025 (when yuki was in redbull) and please be aware idk ANYTHING about motogp and have searched everything up so please correct me if i'm wrong
faceclaim . . . motogp drivers and ppl from pin!
alexavia yaps . . . YES I AM MAKING FUN OF ZAK IN THE MCLAREN RADIO MESSAGE. anyway i chose for reader to be a motogp champion bc i feel like thats really fun!! i tried to make it as gender neutral as i can but if there's any slips then i apologise <3 SO SO SO sorry for the awfully long wait (i gave up towards the end) but tysm for reading!! also mb for sacrificing francesco bagnaia
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username1 YESSSSSSSSSSSS LETS GOOOOO
username2 czechia !!!
marcmarquez93 this is like your millionth cheat day
yourusername no ??????????????
marcmarquez93 everytime i see you post it's unhealthy food you are NOT allowed to eat
yourusername just say you're jealous
marcmarquez93 IM NOT???
yourusername sure buddy
marcmarquez i am NOT your buddy
yourusername whatever you say. buddy.
username3 god bless we FINALLY have a race weekend
username4 AYYY MY GOATTT
username5 y/n wdc when??
username6 the y/n-marc championship battle is the best championship battle modern motogp has ever saw
username7 🇨🇿🇨🇿🇨🇿🇨🇿🇨🇿🇨🇿🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸 MOJE ZEMĚ ČESKO
username8 pls let y/n win pls pls pls pls pls pls
username9 hi i'm salivating WHAT RESTAURANT IS THAT FROM
username10 LITERALLY
username11 i will actually get shane to find out what restaurant this is
username12 gelp
username13 y/n don't be shy drop those gym pics
username14 one day left until the race...
username15 alex marquez wdc trust and hope
yukitsunoda0511
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yukitsunoda0511 📍brno, czechia
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username16 YUKI POINTS IN SILVERSTONE TRUST !!!
username17 nah i swore i saw that burger in my feed 2 mins ago on someone else's post wtf
username18 second seat curse where?? my goat is winning silverstone
username19 YUMM (him AND the food)
username20 YUKI IS IN MY HOME COUNTRYYYYYY YAYAYYAYYAYAY
yourbsf hm
yukitsunoda0511 ?
yourbsf HMMMM
yukitsunoda0511 okay there...?
yourbsf PERFECTLY fine.
yukitsunoda0511 stop scaring me
yourbsf never xx
username21 you know who else is in brno...
username22 and posted a VERY similar picture to the food in the last slide...
username23 and liked this post...
username24 and liked comments about yuki winning silverstone...
username25 y/n motherfucking l/n
username23 lowkey i ship
username21 highkey*
username26 can yuki like idk get a PODIUM maybe??
username27 my bf btw
username28 is yuki attending the motogp race ??
username29 the timing of him being in brno is awfully suspicious but i don't think so
username30 hihihihihihihihihi
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yourusername czechia p2, austria p1, hungary p1, catalonia p4, there's a 3 point gap between me and p1 in the wdc and THIS is my championship contender
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username31 HELLO???
username32 IM CRYING WHAT IS THAT PIC
username33 san marino please.....
username34 please god let marc win this championship
username35 but like actually if you look at the standings they ARE crazy like considering it's y/n's third year they are INSANEEEE
username36 that's what i've been saying!! if it wasn't for that fumble in france and the long pitstop in catalonia then y/n would be leading the championship rn
username37 misano will decideee
username38 OF COURSE yuki liked this
username39 f1 finished in italy last week and motogp is racing in san marino in 4 days... azerbaijan isn't for another week... yuki uploaded a picture at the trevi fountain yesterday... y/n was at the colosseum with marc 14 hours ago... LISTEN TO ME
username40 now that i think of it...
username39 CRYSTAL CLEARRRRRRRRRRRRR
username41 sigh how i love marcy/n
username42 MORE PICS IN THE BIKER UNIFORM PLSSSSSSSSSS
marcmarquez93 that is the WORST picture of me to ever exist
yourusername i have worse
marcmarquez93 NO YOU DONT??
yourusername oh i do...
yourbsf y/n always has the worst pictures of everyone don't worry marc
yourusername except one person
yourbsf is it who i think it is?
yourusername yes and i'm NOT ashamed to admit it
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marcmarquez93 y/n why'd you delete that reply no i look schizophrenic
yourusername motogp hotties gc NOW
marcmarquez93 what groupchat....?
yourbsf don't worry about it marc
marcmarquez93 if you say so?
username43 i know y/n didn't delete that reply for no reason...
username44 unless someone liked it...
username45 someone they're hiding...
username46 PLEASE GOD LET THEM BOTH TIE FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP I'M ON MY KNEESSSSSSSSS
username47 smash
username48 ducati is having it's best season ever bc wdym they have 850 points in the constructors ??
username49 3 points....
username50 y/ns engineer is so hot i'm obsessed
2025 MOTOGP CHAMPIONSHIP STANDINGS (Prior to the San Marino Grand Prix)
Thailand:
Marc Marquez starts the season perfectly, winning both the sprint and Grand Prix. Y/n L/n has a strong opening weekend with P3 in the sprint and P2 in the race. Marquez leaves Thailand with an early championship lead.
Argentina:
L/n responds immediately, winning the sprint and finishing P2 in the Grand Prix behind Bagnaia. Marquez scores solid points with P2 in the sprint and P3 on Sunday, keeping the championship lead.
Americas:
COTA belongs to Marquez. He wins both races while L/n takes P2 in the sprint and P3 in the Grand Prix. Marquez extends his advantage.
Qatar:
L/n earns their first Grand Prix win of the season after finishing P2 in the sprint. Marquez finishes second on Sunday and minimizes the points loss.
Jerez:
L/n enjoys a breakthrough weekend, winning both the sprint and Grand Prix. Marquez finishes second in both. The championship gap begins to shrink noticeably.
France:
A nightmare weekend for L/n. They crash out of the sprint and can only recover to P12 in the Grand Prix. Marquez finishes P4 in the sprint and P2 on Sunday, opening up a significant championship lead.
Britain:
L/n bounces back immediately, winning the sprint and taking P2 in the Grand Prix behind Quartararo. Marquez finishes fourth in the race, allowing L/n to claw back points.
Aragón:
Marquez dominates, winning both the sprint and Grand Prix. L/n still scores well with podium finishes, but loses ground in the standings.
Italy:
L/n shines at Mugello, winning both the sprint and Grand Prix. Marquez finishes on the podium all weekend, but L/n gains valuable points.
Assen:
Marquez responds with another victory in the Grand Prix. L/n has a decent weekend but finishes off the podium on Sunday, allowing Marquez to increase the gap slightly.
Germany:
Marquez is untouchable at Sachsenring, winning both races. L/n finishes second in both and limits the damage, but Marquez's lead grows again.
Czechia:
The comeback starts. L/n finishes P2 in both the sprint and Grand Prix, while Marquez only manages P4 in the sprint and P3 in the race. L/n gains points.
Austria:
L/n has a near-perfect weekend, winning both the sprint and Grand Prix. Marquez finishes second in both. The championship battle tightens dramatically.
Hungary:
L/n keeps the momentum going. They finish P2 in the sprint and win the Grand Prix, beating Marquez once again. The gap falls to just a handful of points.
Catalonia:
Marquez delivers under pressure, winning the sprint and finishing P2 in the Grand Prix. L/n struggles with a slow pit stop on Sunday and a slip on Saturday, finishing P5 in the sprint and P4 in the race. Marquez holds onto the championship lead.
At this stage, Marc Marquez still looks like the favourite thanks to experience and consistency, but Y/n L/n has won three Grands Prix since the summer break and arrives at San Marino with all the momentum.
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yukitsunoda0511 glad to attend the san marino grand prix with ducaticorse! had so much fun hanging in yourusername's garage, witnessing their win, and riding around the circuit 🏍️ italy was fun, time to ahead to azerbaijan!
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username51 OH???
username52 goated shit 🥹🥹🥹🙏🏻
username53 with THE y/n l/n huh?? i see you mr yuki tsunoda...
username54 HE WENT AROUND THE CIRCUIT WITH Y/N THIS IS NOTTTTTTTT A DRILL
username55 can't wait for azerbaijan frrr
username56 ughhh shut up just race good
username57 OMGGG I WAS THERE!!!!!!!!
username58 FR???
username59 DID YOU SEE THEM TOGETHER??
username57 IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!! i saw y/n and yuki together when i was getting my paddock walk and they looked so cute
username60 excuse me...?
username61 omg yourbsf wyaaaa your ship is becoming true
yourusername it was MY honour having you!! i really enjoyed your company here with us 💕 come again next time!
yukitsunoda0511 i'll definitely be coming back, you winning was the highlight of my trip for sure 🏍️ goodluck in japan! my home race 🗾
yourusername thank you!! i'll try to win it for you then
yukitsunoda0511 ❤️❤️🙏🏻
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username62 i am SO not going to act normal about this btw
username63 HELLO??????????????????
username64 the fact that they're acting like they dk each other because they're secretly dating...
username65 YUKI WIN TRUSTTT
username66 your honour i plead guilty of loving the y/nyuki dynamic
username67 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
username68 me bc i cant scream in public to this post
username69 GOATSKISSSSSSSSSSSSSS
marcmarquez93 i see how it is 😢😢😿
yourusername SHUT UP
yourusername you're embarassing me in front of my crush
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yourbsf i saw that\
marcmarquez93 we ALL saw that
yukitsunoda0511 saw what ??
yourusername nothing
yourbsf go to the motogp (and f1) hotties i screenshotted it
username71 i'm dead they had a motogp hotties gc and now it's motogp (and f1) hotties bc yuki is there?? maybe idk
username72 yuki win trust
username73 people DIED (i'm people
username74 what if y/n won bc yuki is their goodluck charm ??
username75 LOWKEY...
username76 ill be using that as evidence when they get together and y/n wins the championship
username77 dare i say i ship them....
username78 the things im holding back because of insta's safety laws
username79 GOATED DRIVER x GOATED RIDER
username80 i know DAMN WELL what's going on there between them
INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @yukitsunoda0511
yourusername: p7 in cota!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yukitsunoda0511: p3 in australia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yourusername: YUKOINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yukitsunoda0511: Y/NODIUM
yourusername: HELL YEAH!!!!!
yourusername: wish i could've placed higher in japan though
yourusername: because it's your home race yk
yourusername: would be romantic
yukitsunoda0511: p6 is still amazing though, especially after your sprint crash
yukitsunoda0511: wet conditions so i can't blame you
yourusername: i feel like the championship is slipping
yukitsunoda0511: don't say that
yukitsunoda0511: you'll win
yukitsunoda0511: i know you will
yourusername: awhhh yuki stop
yourusername: but like realistically marc is two points ahead of me, would have been less if i didn't have tire wear this race
yourusername: tbh there are 3 races left and i KNOW i can clutch malaysia, portugal won't be as easy and valencia i always win the race but never the sprint
yukitsunoda0511: you're prepared then
yukitsunoda0511: marc has a lot of experience and he's already won championships but you're also very determined and refuse to give up even though the universe has set for you to fail multiple times
yukitsunoda0511: like the crash in france and tire wear and slow pitstops and weather
yukitsunoda0511: but you still faced it and look at you now, 2 points behind THE marc marquez and it's still your third year
yourusername: if i win malaysia sprint and gp
yukitsunoda0511: yes?
yourusername: you have to take me on a date that i'll never forget
yukitsunoda0511: your memory is shit you'll forget after we walk out the place
yourusername: NO IT ISNT SHUT UPPP
yukitsunoda0511: yes it is
yourusername: i hate you
yukitsunoda0511: love you too
yourusername: i said I HATE YOUUUU
yukitsunoda0511: well you don't
yukitsunoda0511: you love me very much and i love you too
yourusername: ugh fuck you
yourusername: making me smile and get all fluttery inside
yukitsunoda0511: are you in highschool?
yourusername: ruined the moment 😐😐😐😐
yukitsunoda0511: go to sleep n/n (n/n = your nickname)
yukitsunoda0511: it's late there in australia
yukitsunoda0511: already 9am you're staying up too late
yukitsunoda0511: i know timezones and jet lag and the race tiredness messed you up but it's already morning there and you'll be awake by night if you dont sleep now
yourusername: ugh i dont want to sleep now it's fine i'll wake up at 12am
yourusername: i want to talk to you
yourusername: my amazing kind loving hot handsome beautiful caring precious asshole anger issues angel lovely boyfriend that i love very much
yukitsunoda0511: i can see the insults btw
yourusername: no you can't
yukitsunoda0511: whatever you say angel
yourusername: AIJHUSYGYHUJIKO
yukitsunoda0511: are you okay...?
yourusername: sorry it made me blush and giggle and smile and kick my feet and get butterflies in my stomach and bite my lip
yukitsunoda0511: that's crazy angel
yukitsunoda0511: alright angel it's getting very late for you
yukitsunoda0511: goodnight angel
yukitsunoda0511: i'll call you once you wake up and get ready angel
yukitsunoda0511: love you more
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yourusername after a sprint and grand prix win in malaysia, p2 in portugal makes me 11 points ahead in the championship race. exactly one week left till all of it ends, so i just wanted to say that i'm proud to be a part of ducati and be the teammate of the amazing marcmarquez93 who is also my championship contender. also look at these absolute FIRE pics taken of me this gp!!
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username81 yuki being the first like as always
username82 i aint reading allat 😂😂😂😂
username83 HSHSHSH Y/N CHAMPIONSHIPPPP PLSSS Y/N I BEG YOU DONT MESS THIS UPPPP
username84 yuki x y/n hard launch if y/n wins (or loses)
yourbsf my best friend btw
yourusername my ride or die btw
yourbsf i can't believe there's a chance you win THE motogp championship
yourusername I KNOW??
yourbsf we've been friends since the dirt bike days imagine if little us saw you now
yourusername probably would freak the FUCK out
yourbsf true
yourbsf and then i'd get to say my best friend is a motogp world champion
yourusername still works if marc wins
marcmarquez93 speak of the devil...
yourbsf saying that about yourself is crazy
yourusername real
username85 legit coming of age movie vibes
username86 imagine being this in love (we all know what's going on)
username87 DUCATI FOREVER !!!!!!!!!
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN of whoever took those pictures. THEYRE SO GOOD?? i'm acc in love
username89 shivering and shaking in my boots i've never been THIS nervous in my life for a championship battle since brocedes
username90 y/n IS the main character (and marc)
username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character
username92 alexa play 'that should be me' by justin bieber
username93 #goats
username94 y/n pls date me i beg you're so hot and you're so good at motogp pls i love you
yukitsunoda0511 you deserve to win the championship, great rider!
yourusername oh my god thank you!! means sm to me
yukitsunoda0511 no worries, just wanted to let you know
yourusername 💕
username95 if they dont get together with yuki then love isnt real
username96 i just know they'll be each other's ride or dies
username97 i mean they're already together it's very obvious
username98 if i could id just take over one of y/n or marc's bodies to experience this intense battle
username99 im waiting for the y/n x reader fics
username100 marc should win
yukitsunoda0511
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yukitsunoda0511 my partner, y/n motherfucking l/n, the 2025 motogp world champion
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INSTAGRAM TEXTS IN motogp (and f1) hotties
yourusername: so......
yukitsunoda0511: we did it....
yourbsf: WE SAW???
yukitsunoda0511: great announcement in my opinion
yourusername: i agree
marcmarquez93: of course you do
yourusername: SHUT UP
yourbsf: ugh these two lovesick fools
yukitsunoda0511: next time the fans should ship them together
yourusername: how do you know what ship means
yourusername: who taught you these words
yukitsunoda0511: isnt the answer obvious
yukitsunoda0511: i was shown fanfiction of me and marc
yukitsunoda0511: by yourbsf obviously
yourusername: HELLO WHAT???
marcmarquez93: yes WHAT
yourbsf: its based off that one selfie of them
yukitsunoda0511: i regret taking that selfie now
yourusername: SOMEONE SEND LINK I WANT TO SEE
yourbsf: ugh wait
yourbsf: here i found it on pinterest
yourbsf: https://pin.it/13DPDeNdT
yourusername: IM DEAD LMFAOOO
yourusername: I FORGOT THAT EVEN HAPPENED
yukitsunoda0511: 😐😐😐
yukitsunoda0511: BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING
yourusername: oh yeah what was it
yukitsunoda0511: the internet should ship marc and y/b (y/b = yourbsf name)
yourbsf: i hate you
marcmarquez93: i hate you too yuki
yourusername: even after that moment you had together?
marcmarquez93: FUCK YOU L/N
yukitsunoda0511: last name basis wow
yourbsf: what marc said
yourusername: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
yourusername: of course you're agreeing
marcmarques93: i should've never said that
yourusername: glad you're aware
yukitsunoda0511: angel
yourusername: STOP
yukitsunoda0511: I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
yukitsunoda0511: anyway i was saying we should pay a gossip account to start the rumour that marc has a new wag and it's y/b
yourusername: YESSSS and we have so many pictures of them together
marcmarquez93: we can read this you know??
yourusername: shut up marc
yourbsf: don't tell him to shut up
yourusername: 👀👀👀👀👀😏😏😏😏😏😏😏
yukitsunoda0511: can confirm that's the face n/n is making right now
marcmarquez93: i feel harassed
marcmarquez93: and violated
yourusername: skill issue
yukitsunoda0511: too bad too sad
marcmarquez93: WOW
yourbsf: i mean it's yuki and y/n what do you expect
marcmarquez93: to be honest fair point
marcmarquez93: ALSO Y/N STOP SENDING ME PICTURES AND SCREENSHOTS I'M IGNORING YOU
yourusername: yeah i can SEE and i won't stop
yukitsunoda0511: what screenshots are you sending marc
yourusername: wait omg go to dms
yukitsunoda0511: alright one second
yourbsf: GET A ROOM
yukitsunoda0511: get a room with marc first
yourusername: OMG YUKI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT
yukitsunoda0511: i love you too angel
marcmarquez93: ugh
marcmarquez93: lovebirds
Y/n L/n has reacted with a heart
Yuki Tsunoda has reacted with a neutral face
Summary: Lewis Hamilton is a weak, weak man when it comes to you and your daughter.
Requested: Yes / Anon - Can you make a Lewis Hamilton one where Y/N and him have a three year old daughter and their daughter inherited Y/N's doe eyes and Lewis doesn't know how to say No to their daughter and Y/N?
Kimi and Ollie taking Yn shopping, spoiling her and giving her the princess treatment when all of the sudden pictures of them are taken. And Charles Atome is probably loosing his mind!! What do you mean his precious baby sister is out there shopping but not with his money and surrounded by stupid boys?!
Ohhh i absolutely love this!!!
Imagine strolling through Paris with Kimi and Ollie following like two love-sick boys after little!Leclerc while she just carries her iced coffee and her cutesy handbag. (Walk em like a dog, sis). They boys would be carrying all the shopping bags, making sure to slow down their steps so Yn could walk comfortably before them. hey would be grinning and nodding excitedly when little!Leclerc suggests going into another store or restaurant.
Inside the new store,the boys would be eager to wait for you outside the fitting room, complimenting you the moment you walk outside to show them the new clothes. Kimi would be the first one on his feet, looking at you like you were the most stunning person on earth. Meanwhile, Ollie would take 1000 of pictures of you, directing little!Leclerc like he is a professional photographer while praising you to the moon and back. When it comes to paying for your new clothes, Ollie and Kimi would be fighting about who gets to pay. Meanwhile, you would be standing behind them, sipping your drink and giving the shocked cashier a sweet smile.
Back in Monaco, Charles at home would look at his phone like it was a ticking bomb, photos of you, Kimi and Ollie still open on his Instagram page. He couldn’t comprehend what he was currently looking at. What do you mean his precious baby sister was out there with not only one but two boys? And going shopping with them?! Which is unacceptable, because that would mean that you weren’t using Charles credit card but theirs! Why didn’t you want to go shopping with Charles? Don’t you love him anymore?! Oh God, Charles needed to lay down. There was only one thing he could do. „Carlos, its me, Charles. So, about this favour you still own me. I need you to crash into someone for me next race weekend…“
Can you write something were reader is the younger sister of Charles. She is very close to Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo and often comes to the race. She is also very close friends with the other drivers. She is always smiling and happy but lately she is being more quiet. Reader is feeling a bit more anxious and she is missing their dad...but she doesn't want to tell her brothers about it. They are worried and so are the other drivers. Maybe during one day after the qualification some drivers find her sitting somewhere alone. They talk to her and she starts to open up. They convince reader to talk to Charles and Arthur.
Thank you
"you don’t have to pretend"
Pairing: platonic!f1 grid x leclerc!reader
genre: platonic, comfort, family angst, found family, protective grid
warning: grief themes/missing a parent
a/n: writing this honestly made me tear up a little. grief is such a strange thing because sometimes it gets quieter, but it never fully leaves you. a part of this fic was inspired by losing my own father, and while writing Y/N missing hers, it reminded me a lot of myself. i also kept thinking about Charles Leclerc losing his father at 19, which is close to the age i experienced that loss too. seeing someone continue chasing their dreams, continue living, smiling, loving people, and pushing forward even after something so painful makes me feel like maybe everything will work out eventually. maybe grief never fully disappears, but maybe one day it becomes lighter to carry. 🤍
everyone on the grid knew one thing for certain:
if Y/N Leclerc was in the paddock, you’d hear her before you saw her.
usually it was laughter.
sometimes it was her arguing with Charles over snacks. sometimes it was her stealing ollie's cap and sprinting away while he yelled after her. sometimes it was kimi dragging her around the paddock because they both spotted a dog at the same time.
she was always there.
always smiling. always bouncing between garages. always somehow convincing the drivers to take blurry group selfies at the worst possible moments.
the younger sister of Charles had practically become the grid’s collective little sister too.
Charles spoiled her endlessly.
Arthur let her sit in the Ferrari hospitality kitchen at 2 a.m. while he listened to her ramble.
Lorenzo checked if she ate properly every race weekend.
the grid adored her because she adored them first.
she remembered birthdays. she brought snacks. she congratulated rookies after rough sessions. she sat with drivers who had bad races so they wouldn’t be alone.
and maybe that’s why everyone noticed the change so quickly.
because Y/N going quiet?
that wasn’t normal.
it started small.
she stopped running into Charles’ driver room after sessions.
she stopped posting silly paddock photos.
during media day, instead of sitting with Kimi and laughing at something on his phone, she just smiled faintly and stared off somewhere else.
Lando noticed first.
“she’s tired,” he’d said.
but then Oscar noticed she barely touched her lunch.
Pierre noticed she’d started sitting alone after sessions.
Carlos noticed she flinched whenever someone asked if she was okay.
and Charles—
Charles noticed everything.
he noticed how she forced smiles now.
how she lingered outside the Ferrari garage like she wanted to come in but changed her mind every time.
how she kept saying “I’m fine” too quickly.
he tried asking gently.
“you okay, bébé?”
and she smiled immediately.
“yeah!”
too fast.
too bright.
too fake.
Charles exchanged a look with Arthur from across the paddock.
because that wasn’t their sister.
qualifying in Monza was chaotic.
Ferrari fans were loud as always, the paddock was crowded, emotions were high, and Charles was frustrated after narrowly missing pole.
everyone was busy.
engineers talking.
media running around.
drivers heading back to hospitality.
and somewhere in the middle of all that chaos—
Y/N disappeared.
“has anyone seen her?” Charles asked suddenly, looking around Ferrari hospitality.
Arthur frowned immediately. “I thought she was with Kimi.”
“She wasn’t with me,” Kimi said, already pulling out his phone.
the mood shifted instantly.
because normally Y/N was easy to find.
she gravitated toward people naturally. someone always saw her.
but now?
nothing.
it was actually George who spotted her first.
he’d gone outside to get some air after media obligations when he noticed someone sitting behind one of the paddock buildings near the barriers.
knees pulled to chest.
Ferrari jacket zipped all the way up.
head lowered.
alone.
George slowed immediately.
“…Y/N?”
she looked up too quickly, wiping at her face before he could fully see.
that alone made his chest ache.
because this girl never cried in front of people.
ever.
“hey,” George said softly.
a few seconds later Kimi appeared too, having followed George after overhearing Charles asking around.
the second Kimi saw her expression, his face dropped.
“oh,” he said quietly. “something’s really wrong.”
Y/N immediately tried smiling.
it looked painful.
“I’m okay.”
George crouched slightly in front of her.
“you don’t have to do that.”
“…do what?”
“pretend.”
and that—
that nearly broke her immediately.
Kimi sat beside her first.
not too close.
just enough.
quiet enough that she didn’t feel cornered.
George leaned against the wall nearby, arms folded loosely.
neither of them pushed.
which somehow made it worse.
because Y/N realized they were waiting.
patiently.
gently.
like they actually cared.
and she was so, so tired.
“Charles is worried,” Kimi said softly after a while.
her eyes dropped instantly.
“I know.”
“Arthur too.”
“…I know.”
George tilted his head slightly.
“then why are you hiding from them?”
and her lips started trembling before she could stop them.
“I don’t want them to worry more.”
the words came out cracked.
small.
Kimi frowned immediately. “More?”
and suddenly tears were sliding down her face no matter how hard she tried stopping them.
“I just…” she whispered shakily. “I miss my dad.”
silence.
heavy silence.
because instantly they understood.
not fully—not really—but enough.
grief didn’t disappear just because time passed.
sometimes it waited quietly before crashing into you all over again.
and race weekends made it worse.
because motorsport was everywhere.
Ferrari was everywhere.
family memories were everywhere.
her dad should’ve been there for all of it.
for Charles.
for Arthur.
for her.
“I didn’t wanna say anything because Charles already has so much pressure and Arthur’s trying so hard and Lorenzo worries about everyone and I just—”
her voice broke completely.
“I feel bad because they’re trying to be okay and I’m not.”
Kimi’s expression cracked immediately.
because Y/N was always the one comforting everyone else.
seeing her like this felt wrong.
George sat beside her now too.
“You know,” he said carefully, “your brothers would probably be devastated hearing you felt like you had to hide this from them.”
she wiped at her face angrily.
“I know but every time I think about saying it out loud I feel guilty.”
Kimi shook his head immediately.
“You missing your dad isn’t something to feel guilty about.”
and that sentence—
that one sentence—
made her cry harder.
eventually more drivers quietly joined them.
not because they wanted drama.
but because the grid had become weirdly protective over this girl.
Lando arrived with snacks.
Oscar brought water.
Pierre sat nearby without speaking.
Carlos rubbed her shoulder gently when she cried too hard to talk.
it became this silent little circle of people just…being there.
no cameras.
no headlines.
just family.
the kind you’re born with.
and the kind you accidentally find.
“you should talk to Charles,” Carlos finally said softly.
Y/N immediately shook her head.
“I can’t.”
“yes, you can,” Pierre replied gently.
“He loves you too much to want you hurting alone,” Oscar added quietly.
and honestly?
they were right.
when Charles finally found her, Arthur right behind him, both of them looked terrified.
Charles’ expression changed immediately the second he saw her crying.
“bébé?”
Y/N broke instantly.
because that was her brother.
that was safety.
that was home.
Charles crossed the space so fast she barely had time to stand before he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Arthur joined them a second later.
and for the first time all weekend—
she stopped trying to act okay.
“I miss him,” she cried into Charles’ shoulder.
Charles held her tighter immediately.
his own eyes watering.
because he understood.
of course he did.
“I know,” he whispered shakily. “I miss him too.”
Arthur pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“You never have to hide that from us.”
and somewhere nearby, the grid quietly looked away to give them privacy.
because sometimes love looked like this.
not podiums.
not trophies.
not cameras.
just siblings holding each other together in the middle of a loud paddock after the world got too heavy again.
later that night, someone posted a blurry photo on instagram.
Charles, Arthur, and Y/N sitting together in Ferrari hospitality long after everyone left.
Y/N tucked between them.
all three smiling softly.
safe again.
and the comments under the post were filled with one collective thought:
the paddock would protect that girl with their lives.
I am back. I was the one that requested Charles knowing BTS.
So my next request and again if you don’t want to do it that fine, is Stray Kids reader driver during media day a fan asked if they could sign a postcard of their self for them.
I can just imagine the amount of confusion that would happen
With wishes that your inspiration never drys out, 🍁(if it hasn’t been taken yet)
“Wait… That’s YOU?”
Pairing: Stray Kids x Platonic!9thMember!Reader, platonic!F1 Grid x Driver!Reader
A/N: Hey 🍁, and no it hasn't been taken yet :)
Media Day in Formula 1 was, unfortunately, one of Y/N’s least favorite inventions.
Not because she hated fans.
Not because she hated interviews.
But because Formula 1 had somehow created an environment where twenty drivers stood under fluorescent lighting answering the exact same questions fifty-seven times in different wording.
“How are you feeling for this weekend?”
“What are your expectations?”
“How difficult is Turn 3?”
Y/N had perfected the art of smiling politely while mentally dissociating.
She sat in the paddock lounge in full team kit, flipping through briefing notes while the rest of the 2025 grid slowly gathered around.
Lando was already causing problems.
Oscar was pretending not to know him.
Kimi looked like he’d accidentally wandered into a university lecture hall instead of Formula 1.
Ollie was eating something that suspiciously looked like plain bread.
And Y/N?
Y/N was trying to survive.
“Media starts in ten,” her PR manager warned.
She sighed dramatically.
“I suddenly understand why retired drivers disappear into mountains.”
Lewis laughed from across the room.
“You’re twenty-one.”
“And already exhausted.”
“Valid.”
Now, the important thing to understand was this:
The Formula 1 grid knew Y/N was an idol.
Technically.
They knew she was in Stray Kids.
Sort of.
But none of them truly understood the scale of K-pop fame.
To them, it was just:
“Oh yeah, she sings too.”
None of them had processed that Stray Kids were massive.
None of them understood that Y/N wasn’t just “a singer.”
She was the ninth member of Stray Kids.
Maknae.
Professional menace.
And globally recognizable.
Which is why the incident happened.
Media Day was going relatively smoothly.
Y/N answered questions. Did sponsor obligations. Smiled for cameras. Pretended she enjoyed standing still for thirty minutes while photographers screamed her name from seventeen different angles.
Then the fan session started.
Usually harmless.
Usually quick.
Usually.
Fans lined up behind barriers holding hats, posters, mini helmets, photos-
Normal things.
Y/N signed patiently, chatting softly.
Then one fan approached holding a postcard.
“Can you sign this for me?”
“Of course,” Y/N said automatically, reaching for it.
Then she looked down.
And froze.
Because staring back at her-
Was herself.
Not a racing photo.
Not a team portrait.
No.
It was a Stray Kids postcard.
Specifically from a comeback photocard set where she had silver hair and was staring into the camera like she personally knew everyone’s secrets.
Y/N blinked once.
Twice.
The fan smiled innocently.
“Can you sign it?”
Behind her, Lando leaned over curiously.
“…Is that you?”
Silence.
The fan nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes! It’s from the Oddinary era!”
Oscar looked over Lando’s shoulder.
Then immediately started laughing.
“No way.”
The confusion spread through the paddock like a virus.
Charles walked past, paused, and slowly reversed.
“…Why are there two versions of you?”
“It’s a postcard,” Y/N deadpanned.
“Yes, but why do you look like a supervillain?”
“That was the concept.”
Carlos grabbed the postcard next.
“You have photocards?”
The fan gasped.
“YOU DON’T KNOW PHOTO CARDS?”
“Oh no,” Y/N whispered.
It escalated immediately.
Within five minutes, half the grid had surrounded the barrier examining Stray Kids merchandise like archaeologists discovering ancient civilization artifacts.
Kimi held up another photocard carefully.
“She’s glittery.”
“That’s the limited version,” the fan explained seriously.
Ollie frowned at the back.
“There are… collectible poses?”
“There are hundreds,” another fan chimed in.
George looked horrified.
“Hundreds?”
Y/N quietly considered walking into traffic.
Then Lando found the albums.
“Oh my God, there’s more.”
The fans, thrilled beyond belief that Formula 1 drivers were interacting with K-pop merchandise, immediately began showing them everything.
Mini posters.
Albums.
Photocards.
Tour inclusions.
A tiny SKZOO plushie attached to someone’s bag.
Lewis picked up an album carefully.
“This is genuinely impressive packaging.”
“THANK YOU,” the fans cried collectively.
Meanwhile, Y/N had both hands over her face.
“This is the worst day of my life.”
“No,” Oscar corrected calmly, “this is the funniest day of mine.”
And then it somehow got worse.
Because one fan shouted:
“ASK HER WHO HER BIAS IS.”
The drivers blinked.
Charles frowned.
“What’s a bias?”
The fans screamed.
Y/N actually choked on air.
Lando looked delighted.
“Oh this is dangerous.”
“No,” Y/N warned immediately.
“Yes,” Carlos said instantly.
The fans explained.
And suddenly the Formula 1 grid discovered the concept of favorite members.
The betrayal in their faces was immediate.
“So you rank each other?” George asked.
“It’s not ranking!”
“It sounds exactly like ranking,” Max said.
Kimi pointed at Y/N.
“Who’s your favorite?”
Y/N looked personally offended.
“I literally live with them.”
“That didn’t answer the question,” Oscar noted.
The fans were losing their minds now.
At that exact moment, as if summoned by pure chaos-
Bang Chan called.
On speaker.
Because the universe hated Y/N specifically.
“Hey, did media go well-”
Lando grabbed the phone.
“WHO’S HER BIAS?”
There was a long silence.
Then Chan sighed the sigh of a man who had suffered for years.
“Why are race car drivers bothering me?”
“ANSWER THE QUESTION,” Carlos yelled.
Y/N lunged for the phone while the fans screamed louder.
“Give me my phone!”
Chan, traitor that he was, laughed.
“Oh, this is finally happening?”
“CHAN.”
“She likes Hyunjin’s photocards best.”
The paddock exploded.
Y/N looked ready to evaporate.
And because Stray Kids apparently shared one collective brain cell, the rest of the members started joining the call.
Changbin yelling in the background.
Han laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
Felix asking if the drivers wanted albums.
Seungmin immediately choosing violence.
“She organizes her photocards by aesthetic.”
“I HATE ALL OF YOU.”
The next hour became complete anarchy.
Fans taught Charles how to pose like an idol.
Lando attempted finger hearts incorrectly.
Kimi carefully examined a photocard like it was an FIA regulation document.
Lewis remained the only calm person present.
“This,” he said thoughtfully, “explains a lot about Y/N.”
“No it doesn’t,” she argued weakly.
“It absolutely does.”
Then someone made the catastrophic mistake of showing the drivers performance videos.
Specifically fancams.
The paddock fell silent.
Because the calm, composed driver they knew-
Was apparently capable of turning into a completely different person on stage.
Walking past my husband to see if he recognises me
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: 2 times you tried to prank your very alert husband and the 1 time you succeeded.
Warnings: This part is fluffy fluff! Roscoe baby makes a cameo, Lewis is a doting husband, they r so kewt you guys.
AN: Based on a video I watched at 1:30 am. <3 Part 2
[ divider by @uzmacchiato ]
You never know how clueless men are until you try a social experiment on them.
And while you were blessed with a husband who was always so observant and attentive, especially even more attentive than normal when it came to you, you were just dying to see how he’d react to this silly thing that you’d seen on TikTok.
It’s basically a trend where wives walk past their husbands at a public place to see their reactions and every time, without fail, the husbands reacted in shock and disbelief. As if their wife moved planets and they’d never seen her for ages.
As sharp and observant Lewis was, you knew he’d somehow fall for this. Especially when he’s got his earbuds in, having some cooling down time before any press or race.
-
I.
It was the race weekend at Spa.
Whenever Spa rolled around, it was always a stressful time for both of you.
For him, because he knew the actual struggles of the track.
For you, because his stress caused you stress, and watching the love of your life drive at 200 kmph in the rain on that unpredictable track would keep you on edge the entire time. Especially when said love of your life craved for these wet races. It’s been 5 years since you and Lewis got together and you still haven’t gotten used to the dread and anxiety that came with his profession.
Today, it was only 8 am and the gloom had already set in.
It was raining properly, everyone on the ground had whipped out their umbrellas and raincoats, the smell of petrichor and cold breeze giving it a pleasant and cosy feel, the colourful loops and slopes of Spa Francorchamps acted as the storm clouds instead of the actual ones rolling in.
You were bundled up in Lewis’s ferrari raincoat, the hood pulled up on your head to protect your head from the downpour, one that your husband has insisted upon.
“Don’t remove this or else you’re gonna sneeze all day. Remember last time?”, he said, his deft hands adjusting the fabric over your head with the gentlest of touches.
“Okay, dad”, you joked with an eye roll, making him smile and cup your chin sweetly, the cold metal of his wedding ring a pleasant sensation against your skin.
“I’m going to get changed. See you before I get in the car?”, he murmured before leaning in, planting a kiss on your cheekbone and lips while your arms went around his waist, his warmer hands resting on your back.
You hummed, leaning into the kiss, mind busy with preparing ways to deliver that prank on him.
He walked away towards the direction of the motor home to change into his racing suit, and you chose to stand to the side to pretend like you are walking inside the garage, until he was out of your periphery. Once he reached the stairs of the motorhome, you walked over from the other end of the garage and began walking towards him, the hoodie pulled down low to hide your face, trying to match his pace to overtake him and go unnoticed.
You noticed that he was distracted, so naturally, you thought you had him.
He was looking down at his phone, earbuds plugged in, head lightly bopping to whatever song he was listening. You pursed your lips to control the smile and giggle from escaping them, tiptoeing towards your man, fully confident that he’s not going to sense a thing.
Because how could he? He’s not going to hear your footsteps or see you.
But you seemed to have forgotten that your husband was trained to be vigilant and have a quick reaction time.
So just as you were catching up to him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, pulling an earbud out and quickly turned around, a surprised look on his face.
“Baby?”
You jumped back and pressed a hand to your chest. “Shit—babe!”, your voice bordered on a whine at the end.
His eyes widened slightly, hands immediately pocketing his phone and earbuds before they came up to hold your elbows, pulling you closer.
“What’re you doing here, baby? Everything okay? You need anything?”, he asked in that gentle tone of his. One that came out whenever he was talking about something important to him. In this case, it was you, and he was already overthinking about what must’ve happened for you to follow him like this.
“Lewis”, you groaned, holding his shoulders to soothe him and for support.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“I was trying to prank you”, you let out in an embarrassed murmur.
It was silent for a beat. You could only hear the patter of the rain drops on the gravel and the dull murmur of the crowd.
Lewis’s hands on your elbows stilled and he blinked twice before erupting in giggles, the boyish nature of them making you scrunch your nose up in shyness, his dimples and eye crinkles making your heart beat faster.
“Don’t laugh!”, you whined, making him giggle harder.
"You're so cute", he pulled you close to his chest and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You glared at him in response.
"Oh, c'mon, sweetie. I'm sorry for having sharp senses?"
He was just taking the piss out of it now, a teasing smirk plastered on his face as he 'apologised.' You both knew it wasn't just his senses. It was also because he was so tuned into your every moment that he somehow always knew if you were around. It was kind of freaky but you loved it because that meant he paid attention to you.
"Aw, don't be upset, darling", he cooed, pressing a kiss to the corner of the mouth, your hands bundled up in the collar of his own raincoat. "You can try again next time, I promise I'll make it happen, yeah?", he spoke into your skin, the same whimsical giggles hidden underneath his placating tone.
You scoffed and pushed him lightly, making him chuckle loudly in that carefree way he does.
Oh, you'd make sure you get him the second time.
II.
"Mummy's, we're gonna be's going's to the grocery store's, you need's anything's?", Lewis asked, in a silly voice, mimicking Roscoe's lisp, his phone perched up in front of the steering wheel, while holding Roscoe in his lap, his hands pulling at Roscoe's pudgy cheeks. They'd gone for a walk together this morning, with Lewis finally having some down time to come back home and spend with all of you.
What he didn't know, was that you were leaving the house to go to the store.
So you thought, why not try that same prank on him again by making him drive over to the store you'd been planning to visit, and reach their before him so that you could walk right past him and check if he notices you, again?
"Oh, aren't you guys so sweet", you cooed and blew kisses at the screen, to which Roscoe snuffed and tried to get closer to the phone. "Could you go to the one near our house? I need a specific brand that's only available there", you said in the most nonchalant tone that you could muster, so as to not make him suspicious.
“Sure, baby. What say, buddy? You wanna go shopping for mum?”, Lewis replied while scratching under the pup’s chin. Roscoe snuffed once again as if to confirm that he will be joining him to a grocery haul.
You jutted your lower lip out in adoration. “I love you guys. I’ll see you soon!”
“We love you too, babe. See ya!”, Lewis blew a kiss to the screen and ended the call.
You put your phone on the seat next to you with a giggle, and left the garage in determination.
It took you 10 minutes approximately to reach the street that the store was located at. You waited for a few minutes before you noticed that familiar car roll around the corner.
The area around your house and the store was pretty quiet and quaint, which meant it wasn’t too crowded especially, on an odd day like this, so you had to be extra careful to not get spotted by your eagle eyed husband and your intelligent son.
Too wrapped in your own caution avoiding the car at all costs, you looked away for a second to cross the street when your phone rang. Stepping over the curb, you made way to the corner of the store and checked who was calling you.
You almost groaned out loud.
It was Lewis.
You brought a hand up and made a ‘pulling down’ motion to bring yourself back to normal so that he doesn’t suspect anything in your voice.
“Hey, Lew, what’s up?”
“Uh-is there any chance you’re already at the store? I swear, I saw a woman who looked just like you. She’s even wearing that pink t-shirt you have. I’m literally looking at her right now and I think even Roscoe thinks it’s you, darling. His butt hasn’t stopped wiggling!”
You froze, cringing at yourself about how you’d failed a second time and realising too late that you’d been quiet for too long.
“Baby? You okay?”
Sighing, you turned around and saw your two boys standing right there across the street, leaning against the car.
Lewis turned his head and locked his doe eyes with you right away, his body automatically looked like he had lit up from the inside. Something akin to how a sunflower would react to the sun. You took a moment to admire your annoying beautiful husband.
His curls were hidden under a hat, muscular arms shining in a soft sleeveless t-shirt and shorts making his legs look meatier and strong. His tattoos were glinting prettily against his smooth, caramelised skin and you swore you could see his eyelashes curl up even from the distance.
God, you were so fucking lucky.
On the other hand, your lovely baby Roscoe sat up and wiggled his butt, letting out a bark as his little chubby head went back and forth between his dad and mum, looking every bit of the goodest and most handsome boys to ever exist.
“Oh! Wait—!”, Lewis breathed out on the call before ending it and tucking his phone into his pocket, carefully crossing the street with Roscoe hoisted up in his arms. Both of them full of energy once again.
You snorted at their excitement. It seemed like that this reaction they have to you, is something that’s never going to change. It’s been the same for the last 5 years. It’s going to remain the same for the rest of your lives.
And you’d cherish it every single time.
“Baby! You didn’t—what are you doing here?!”, Lewis asked as he walked over to you, letting Roscoe down next to you, his leash in one hand while his free one reached out to rest on your back, thick eyebrows pulled close in concern, as if he’d missed out on any emergency that you were facing.
“We were gonna get you whatever you wanted, you didn’t have to come over, darling. What’s-”
He abruptly paused.
Lewis raked his eyes over your face. How it seemed like he could feel the heat emanating off your face. How you wouldn’t meet his eyes. How you kept playing with your phone case as if…
As if you were nervous. Or embarrassed. Or shy.
Or all three.
The last time this happened was—
“Wait”, he said, as if a bulb had gone off in his head and he’d suddenly put all the puzzle pieces together.
Roscoe blinked. You scrunched your nose up at being caught.
“Are you…baby, were you tryin’ to prank me again?”, his accent was making you dizzy as he’d leaned in real close to you, trying to meet your eyes, the soft yet quick drawl of his voice makimg you even more shy than you already were.
He noticed how you closed your eyes and that was it for him.
A hand brushed over your waist and squeezed it, brown eyes swimming with mirth and voice dripping with amusement as he continued to tease you.
“You were, weren’t you? You were gonna sneak up on us!”, he finally giggled out, making Roscoe perk up and wiggle his butt again.
“Lewis”, you groaned, not confirming or denying his statement, and brought your hands up to cover your face.
“I knew it was you the moment Roscoe started dancin’”, he let out in between giggles, the sound of them so contagious that you huffed and joined him eventually, looking down at your fur baby and mouthing a small ‘traitor’ in his direction. Roscoe simply leaned his chubby head against your knee, completely unbothered yet comforted with your presence.
Soon, soft hands cupped your face lovingly, before bringing you close for a warm kiss, his nose pressing into yours adoringly as you let out a squeak.
"You gotta try harder, baby", he murmured into your lips, pressing another kiss to your cupid's bow before looking down between the two of you. "Especially around Rosc, isn't that right, buddy?"
Roscoe huffed in agreement, head tilted up in pride.
You let out a chuckle at that, bending at your waist to scratch under his wrinkly chin before straightening up and doing the same to Lewis by scratching his scruff lovingly. He smiled so big his dimples were visible and you could feel yourself melt right away.
"Now you've challenged me. I'll get you one day, just watch", you murmured back and kissed his dimpled cheek, prompting him to draw you closer by the waist, the three of you uncaring of the people passing by, too wrapped up in each other's warmth to be bothered.
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The last part of this will be posted separately because i got carried on and wrote a longass fic 😭
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I currently write for F1, you can request other fandoms as well, but no promises
Pitt requests are closed until season 3 when I might continue writing for the show
Requests: Open for F1
I will not write (General)
-Anything explicit; nsfw, explicit violence etc. (I do write suggestive content, but still nothing explicit)
-Portrayals of mental illness (I do not want to stereotype mental illnesses, or contribute to misconceptions even by my own biases. I will not write for things like schizophrenia or bipolar unless I am given enough knowledge)
-Female, or fem reader, I only write masc, trans (ftm or enby), male, and gn
Feel free to request anything though, I may not say yes, but it doesn't hurt to ask
F1
In my multiple driver fics (xWags) the following drivers will (normally) be the ones included
- Oscar Piastri
- Carlos Sainz
- Max Verstappen
- Charles Leclerc
- Alex Albon
I will not write:
Lance Stroll, Lando Norris, Jack Doohan, Franco Colapinto, or any Team principles
-Anyone 18 or younger. That's creepy.
-Suggestive works for younger drivers. I've taken them off the do not write list, but that'll will mostly be platonically, and any romance will strictly be fluff
I will write for
-Everyone who wasn't listed
-Wags!!! All of them! Only in poly relationships though, so wag x reader x their driver
possessive!max? yknow how daniel/yuki have worn max's racing stuff... i bet he's possessive as hell. he would 100% love to show the reader off subtly, making her wear his things with his name on it, her using all his sponsorship stuff and he goes feral for it. cant hold his hands to himself and his hand always 'somehow' manages to find itself touching his racing number on you.... 🧸
omg hiiii 🧸, welcome to the mclarengf cult mwahaha and tysm for requesting this was so immensely muy delicioso !! i wrote this one out as headcanons (sfw AND nsfw)─ i hope thats ok and that u enjoy reading these<3 (banged these out in an evening but still got a bit out of hand so i've put it all below the cut x) love u guys !!
POSSESSIVE!MAX VERSTAPPEN HCS
──★ godddd max is such a possessive little freak
──★ bro he will GROWL at anyone who comes near u without his permission
──★ not in a toxic way tho !! you like it. it makes u giggle.
──★ this guy is obsessed with u omfg… he actually worships the ground you walk on???
──★ oh this millionaire looooves spoiling you
──★ will buy you anything you want just to make you happy
──★ gets a sick satisfaction at not even looking at the total as he swipes his card
──★ you think he likes how the store attendants gawk as he does it
──★ he is always touching you !!
──★ arm around shoulders, hand on waist, fingers in yours, lips on your temple, etc
──★ gets u into sim racing but ur only allowed to play as him
──★ he looooves it when he gives u his stuff to wear and then it smells like u the next day
──★ yeah he knows orange isn’t exactly the most flattering colour all the time so…
──★ number 33 on EVERYTHING
──★ genuinely at least half of ur wardrobe is red bull merch or has his number or his name on it
──★ you’ll get given gifts by the fans with his number on it and he loses his mind cause its like they know you’re his as well
──★ (you’re his wag… uh of course you’re gonna get gifts related to him?? he doesn't rly think too much abt it. too busy drooling over u)
──★ bro he loves it when u leave marks of any kind on him
──★ anything from lipstick stains to hickeys to massive scratches down his back that the whole team stares at as he’s putting his race suit on…
──★ gets you a necklace with his number on it and cannot get enough of seeing it
──★ will move your hair out of the way just to see the little ’33’ resting in between ur collarbones…
──★ always has an eye on you wherever you’re nearby
──★ bro if someone is stupid enough to flirt with you while he’s around…
──★ actually just start planning the funeral now
──★ u guys think you’ve seen mad max?? you have not seen mad max.
──★ bro will leave his conversation midway and storm over with fire in his eyes
──★ hand on the guy’s shoulder, spins him around
──★ “hi.”
──★ most of them get the hint by this point and scamper off, tail tucked between their legs
──★ occasionally there’ll be a really dumb one (probably drank too much in hospitality)
──★ max will pull him in close and mutter something into his ear
──★ he’s never told you what he says, but they never look you or him in the eye for the rest of the weekend
NSFW (MDNI)
──★ will take his time with you as he goddamn pleases
──★ it’s not like you’re going anywhere?? he has all the time in the world to fuck you properly
──★ u have missed soooo many appointments bc max wanted a “quickie”
──★ (spoiler alert: it was not a quickie)
──★ (spoiler alert: it has never been just a cut and dry quickie)
──★ fucks u in missionary just to see his number in between ur tits #selfobsessed
──★ has definitely gotten a massive hard on from seeing you in his clothing on more than one occasion
──★ if he’s away at a race and the timezones don’t work out for the two of u to call, he will literally pull up ur instagram and have a wank to the pictures of u in his jacket or his helmet
──★ ok so logically he knows none of the other drivers would ever do anything but whenever someone like lingers for a bit too long for max’s liking (like five seconds btw) or kisses your cheeks (regular ass greeting btw) he will genuinely ruin u in bed
──★ like when u see that driver the next day u will not be able to walk straight !!
──★ praising you !!!!
──★ “such a good girl, schjat…”
──★ being praised !!!!
──★ “fuck, max- you feel so good, so big-“
──★ will actually just come on the spot if you praise him enough
──★ loves it when you’re loud… means he’s doing a good job
──★ can’t get enough of you on your knees staring up at him with his cock in your throat….
──★ it might actually be his favourite sight ever
──★ freeuse!! absolutely loves it, thinks it’s the best thing in the whole world
──★ doing the dishes? nope, now ur being bent over the counter taking his cock as he tells u how beautiful u are
──★ watching tv? nope, now ur blowing him with spit dripping down your chin and tears coming out of your eyes as he strokes your hair
──★ edging you…
──★ such a power trip for him
──★ bro, it’s like he has a quota of at least four ruined orgasms before you’re allowed to come
──★ oh my lordddd this guy loves seeing his come on you
──★ on you, in you, around you, dripping out of you… just anywhere he can get it, really
──★ sometimes won’t clean u up after so you wake up the next morning with his dried come in between your legs
──★ yeahhh, safe to say you didn’t make it to the shower until a whole two hours and another three creampies later
──★ like i said earlier… loves marking you up/loves being marked up
──★ every time u have sex he tries to fuck you so good you leave deeper marks than the time before (masochist)
──★ will just stand in the mirror watching the red lines move as he flexes his back muscles etc
──★ lowkey he gets sad when they fade after not being able to see you for a while
──★ don't worry, it just means he'll rail you even harder when he next sees you x
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Synopsis: Charles comes home to find his girlfriend kissing their dachshund, Leo, and leaving a bright red lipstick mark on his fur — and instead of protesting, he melts. The tiny kiss becomes their soft little ritual, with Charles secretly loving every mark she leaves on both her boys.
Moonlight Radio: loosely based on the fact that Alex loves kissing little Leo, leaving a red lipstick mark 💋
Leo is already wiggling his whole sausage‑shaped body before you even step fully into the living room. His tail thumps against the sofa like he’s trying to drum out a victory song, and you barely have time to drop your bag before he launches himself at your legs.
“Hi, bébé,” you coo, scooping him up. “Did you miss me?”
He answers by licking your chin with the enthusiasm of a creature who has never known restraint.
You laugh, kiss the top of his head, and—because you can’t help yourself—press a bright red lipstick kiss right onto the soft fur between his ears. A perfect little mark. Your signature.
Leo looks extremely pleased with himself.
From the kitchen, you hear a dramatic gasp.
“Oh my god,” Charles says, appearing in the doorway like he’s caught you committing a crime. “You did it again.”
You blink at him innocently. “Did what?”
He points at Leo, who is now proudly trotting around the room like a tiny runway model showing off his new accessory. “That. The lipstick. You’ve marked him.”
“He looks cute,” you say, shrugging.
“He looks like he’s been claimed,” Charles mutters, crossing the room to scoop Leo up. “Mon dieu, look at you. You’re ridiculous.”
Leo licks his nose.
Charles kisses the lipstick mark.
You raise a brow. “You’re kissing my lipstick?”
“I’m kissing my dog,” he says, but he’s blushing, and you know exactly what he’s doing. He kisses the mark again, softer this time. “Maybe also the lipstick.”
You laugh, leaning against the back of the sofa. “You’re obsessed.”
He doesn’t deny it. He never does.
Instead, he carries Leo over to you, settling beside you with the dachshund sprawled across both your laps like a warm loaf of bread. Charles’s arm slides around your waist automatically, like muscle memory.
“You know,” he says, brushing a thumb over the lipstick stain, “every time you do this, I feel like you’re marking both of us.”
You tilt your head. “Both?”
He nods, eyes soft. “Him because he’s your baby. And me because… well.” He shrugs, suddenly shy. “Because I like knowing you’re here. With us.”
Your heart melts embarrassingly fast.
You lean in and kiss his cheek—slow, warm, leaving a faint red smudge behind.
Charles freezes.
Then he beams.
“Now we match,” you say.
He immediately pulls out his phone. “We are taking a picture. Right now. I need this.”
You groan, but he’s already opening the camera, angling it so all three of you fit in the frame: Charles with his lipstick smudge, you with your messy hair and soft smile, and Leo proudly displaying his bright red kiss like a medal of honour.
Charles snaps the photo, looks at it, and his whole face softens.
“This is perfect,” he murmurs.
You rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re very sentimental today.”
“I’m always sentimental,” he says, kissing your temple. “You just pretend not to notice.”
Leo barks once, like he’s agreeing.
Charles laughs, rubbing his ears. “See? Even he knows.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Fine. Maybe I like marking my boys.”
Charles’s eyes flick to yours, warm and a little overwhelmed. “Good,” he says quietly. “Because your boys like being marked.”
You kiss him again—this time on the lips, slow and sweet—and when you pull back, he’s wearing the same red shade you are.
Leo wiggles between you, demanding attention.
Charles scoops him up, kisses the lipstick mark again, and sighs happily.
“Ma vie est parfaite,” he says into Leo’s fur. “My life is perfect.”
