KIM

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[sainzxn]

welcome welcome! my name is kim and this is my blog! i will only be writing about F1 and i hope you enjoy my works!

REQUESTS OPEN

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REQUEST RULES

please read below the cut before sending in your requests <3

drivers i write for (for now): lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, kimi antonelli, max verstappen, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, alex albon, esteban ocon, oliver bearman, franco colapinto

i will NOT write for: lance stroll, pierre gasly, retired / not in current grid drivers.

WHAT I WRITE

> fluff / comfort / reactions / domestic vibes / maybe some angst

> headcanons / text aus / social media aus / little scenarios

> reader x drivers (fem reader by default, pls specify if you would like this changed in your req!)

WHAT I DON'T/WON'T WRITE

> heavy/explicit smut

> abuse, violence, incest, driver x driver, cheating, hybrid/omegaverse, poly relationships, etc. etc. if you're still not sure, just ask!

> drama or hatred towards any other public figure / driver

HOW TO REQUEST!!

please include this so it makes it easier for me to give you what you want!

driver/s (you may specify)

prompt / idea / summary of what you'd like

tone (fluff / comfort / funny)

example: could you please write a soft scenario with oscar where reader wakes up to him making breakfast for them?

example 2: i have this headcanon where carlos likes to blah blah blah....

THINGS TO CONCIDER:

i am a uni student, so i do get busy with projects and assigments. please be patient with me! i will get to requests as fast as i can. i will answer asks that are easier to respond i.e someone sharing their own headcanon/opinion with me, etc. first.

my own smaus will have faceless pictures. you may, however, request to have a certain public figure as your face in the case of requesting for a smau.

i will not include the real families / partners of the drivers in any of my works unless they're needed for the plot.

be a reasonable human being. be nice to myself and those who request certain things like comfort. you don't know what others are going through.

IF YOU EVER NEED SOMEONE, MY DMS ARE OPEN. whether it's to talk about f1 or anything you're going through. you're not alone <3

if you made it this far, i thank you for reading my set of rules! it helps me keep things organized and makes my hobby as a writer easier 💘

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English Love Affair

Hello everyone! I haven't written fanfiction in a while, but this idea came to me one night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. This is part one of the fic and I can't wait to share more!

Lando Norris x Archer Russell (Georges younger sister)

Overview: Lando and Archer meet one night in a club in Monaco not realizing their paths are about to intertwine more then they think.

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MONOACO CLUB: 

Archers POV: 

The night club pulsed to the beat of Clarity. My body moved along the beat with Poppy, my best friend. “Im going to grab a drink of water!” She yelled over the music before disappearing in the crowd with her boyfriend who joined us earlier in the night. I felt someone come up behind me as another song started blaring from the speakers. I turned around to scold whoever decided to put their arms on me. 

My words never left my mouth. Behind me stood the most beautiful man I had even seen. It was hard to tell if I knew him or not the strobe lights flashing across his features. His curls fell over his eyes, his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, the first few buttons at the top undone. 

“Sorry I didn't mean to startle you, want to dance?” He asked his body to move with mine as I nodded his hands coming around my waist. Hours later we still found ourselves on the dance floor, both of our bodies coated in sweat. Poppy had left earlier with her boyfriend leaving us alone. I felt myself shiver as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Wanna get out of here?” I pondered for all of three seconds. “Yeah sure my flat's a quick walk from here.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist leading us out of the nightclub. Something about him looked familiar but I couldn't place from where. A quick five minute walk later we entered our flat. We both quickly slid our shoes off barely speaking as we made our way to my room.

Lando's POV:

MIAMI GRAND PRIX:

The energy felt different when I walked into the paddock. I couldn't put my finger on it, but someone was here. "Lando over here mate!" Journalists and photographers shouted from their spots on the ground. I smiled there before walking towards the McLaren motorhome. "George, who is that with you?!" I turned around seeing George walk in the photographers yelling at him. There she was. Archer, George and Carmen. Fuck me what was she doing here with him? I whipped my head around trying to not make it obvious that I was staring.

Her dirty blonde hair was flowing around her face two small sections held back by the butterfly clips she's always been obsessed with. The first time I went to her flat the next morning when I was leaving, I had slipped one into my pocket. I kept my head down to hide my flaming face. A few steps later I ducked into the motorhome, the cool air rushing over me.

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I took the second-place trophy, raising it high in the air, my eyes scanning the crowd until my eyes landed on her off to the side standing with George and Carmen yet again. Seriously, how did she know them? I felt a small tap turning towards Oscar who sprayed me with champagne fuck now I really look like an idiot. Once I cleaned up from the champagne and sat through another debrief, I made my way to the Mercedes motorhome hoping to run into Archer.

"Mate I was just coming to look for you! Lando this is my baby sister Archer. Archer, this is Lando." I watched her face, the dots connecting for both of us. Holy fucking shit I slept with George Russells baby sister. I am so fucked. I extend my hand for a handshake trying to seem as normal as possible. I watch her eyes as they look at me from head to toe. "Nice to meet you Lando." She says as she shakes my hand, the same hand that was tangled in her hair a week ago. The same electric spark that was there a week prior when we had bumped into each other at the night club is back. "Okay well I'm off to do media, Lando can you hang out with her Carmens on a work call!" He shouted pushing off on his scooter.

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I don't know how we ended up here. I was supposed to be giving her a tour of the paddock, keeping things between us as PG as possible considering the fuck ton of cameras that were around. But somehow, we found ourselves tangled up in my driver's room. My suit was unzipped hanging around my hips, her hands sliding under my fireproofs as she straddles me. I felt dizzy she was so fucking intoxicating, her lips against mind could genuinely send me into the stratosphere. I pulled back for a second, my hands coming up to her taking down the butterfly clips. "You're fucking unbelievable you know that? I'm fucking obsessed." She let out a soft laugh, her hands running through my hair. "I didn't realize who you were the other night." She shifted so her hands were laying against my chest rings and small tattoos decorated her hands. I smile looking up at her "I wouldn't change anything about our time then or now."

[sainzxn]

I know you have a lot of drafts right now so feel free to wait to write this. Also I know it’s already post new years, but let’s play pretend.

For new years, Reader does, 12 grapes under the table, and then maybe the day (weeks or months any works) your best friend (Ollie or Osc) starts looking like more than a friend? Something where the two start seeing other in a different light? 🦋

12 Wishes

⪩⪨ featuring: oliver bearman

⪩⪨ synopsis: this year, you decide to do the infamous 12 grapes under the table tradition for new year's expecting nothing. little did you know, your best friend would start looking a little different.

⪩⪨ genre: fluff, friends to lovers

new year’s was never something you took too seriously. it was mostly an excuse to dress nicely, eat too much, and stay up later than you should. but this year, somewhere between laughter and the final countdown, you found yourself crouched under the table with twelve grapes in your hand.

“what are you doing?” your cousin whispered, crouching down too, even though she definitely did not need to be there.

“tradition,” you said, trying not to laugh. “twelve grapes. one wish for each month.”

she raised an eyebrow. “and you have to be under the table?”

“yes,” you nodded. “otherwise it doesn’t work.”

she grinned, “you’re ridiculous.”

when midnight hit, you rushed through the grapes, cheeks full, laughing quietly so no one would catch you. your cousin counted the seconds, tapping your knee gently when you almost fell behind. when you swallowed the last one, you both froze for a moment.

“what’d you wish for?” she asked.

you shrugged. “doesn’t work if i tell.”

she nodded, like that made perfect sense. “then i hope it comes true.”

the weeks that followed were normal. too normal.

one of your wishes was to find love. not money, just someone who wanted your company. the days went by and you hung out with your best friend oliver like usual. you still texted every day, still met up whenever you could, still knew each other’s bad habits. new year, same you.

but you started noticing things.

the way ollie looked at you when you spoke, like he was not really listening, but admiring you instead. the way he lingered when saying goodbye, like he wasn’t in a rush to leave anymore. the way his hand always found yours when crossing a street, protective.

and then there was the silence.

not awkward silence but comfortable silence. the kind that felt heavier than before, something different. you’d sit next to him on the couch, shoulders touching, and heart doing things you pretended not to notice.

you told yourself it was nothing.

until one night, some months later, you caught your reflection in the window laughing at something ollie had said, and realized you were looking at him like he was more than your best friend.

that realization scared you. because once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it.

it was ollie who broke first.

you were walking together, late evening, city quiet around you. he shoved his hands into his pockets, clearly nervous, and you recognized the signs immediately. you had known him too long not to.

“can i ask you something?” he said.

“yes, of course.”

he stopped walking. you did too.

“do you ever think,” he started, then stopped, exhaling slowly. “that maybe… we missed something?”

your heart stopped for a second.

“like what?” you asked softly.

he looked at you then. “like maybe we were so busy calling each other best friend that we didn’t notice when it became something else.”

the air between you felt different. you thought of grapes under a table. of a wish you hadn’t dared name. of months of stolen glances and unspoken tension.

“i think,” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “i noticed. i was just scared. what if i was the only one noticing these things? could've been delusions.”

relief washed over his face so openly it made your chest feel weird.

“me too,” he admitted. "i was scared too."

he didn’t kiss you right away. instead, he just stepped closer, forehead resting gently against yours, like he needed a second to believe this was real.

"maybe the grapes worked,” you murmured.

he laughed quietly. “grapes, huh?”

and for the first time, standing there with him, it felt like the year had finally given you exactly what you’d asked for.

right on time.

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[sainzxn]

hello, can i request a reaction fic where reader is doesn’t speak any Spanish or can speak only a lil bit, but then they sing the spanish part of gabriella by katseye scarily good, like fluent native good (it also doesn’t help that they have an incredible voice) and their spanish/ spanish speaking boyf (so ex. carlos, fernando, franco, and ocon(?)) hears them and just like kinda wow’ed and asks reader if she knows what the lyrics mean and how it affects him

F1 DRIVERS REACT TO

⪩⪨ featuring: carlos sainz, fernando alonso, franco colapinto

⪩⪨ synopsis: f1 drivers react to you singing the spanish verse of a song

⪩⪨ genre: fluff

➜ carlos sainz

carlos hears you from the living room. he stops mid-step. your voice echoes through the room, smooth, controlled, almost perfect spanish, hitting every word. when he steps into your shared room, you’re just standing there, humming between lines like it’s nothing.

he blinks.

“…¿desde cuándo?” he asks slowly. (since when?)

you freeze. “what?”

he just stares at you, hands on his hips, half in disbelief, half in awe.

“do you know what you just sang?” when you shrug and say “not really, i just like how it sounds”, he laughs.

“ay ay,” he says, stepping closer. “you just ruined me, that’s all you need to know.”

➜ fernando alonso

fernando doesn’t say anything at first.

he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, listening carefully. you finish the verse flawlessly. accent clean, confident. only then does he speak.

“…that was perfect.”

you panic immediately. “how long have you been there?”

he raises an eyebrow. “enough.” he simply says. "how did you manage to learn the song?"

when you explain you memorized the sounds of the words, he chuckles softly.

“you sounded like you've spoken spanish all your life,” he says. then, quieter: “me gusta.” (i like it)

➜ franco colapinto

franco’s jaw actually drops.

he was scrolling on his phone. was. until your voice hit that spanish part and he looks up like someone had just called his name.

“wait, wait, wait,” he laughs, shaking his head. “you sound fluent!.”

you finish the last line, perfectly.

“me estas jodiendo,” he says. (you're kidding me)

when you admit you don’t fully know what it means, his smile softens.

“you don't need to know what it says," he admits. "that's only for me to know. but keep singing it for me, si?"

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[sainzxn]

NIGHTMARE COMFORTTTT (with Ollie or Osc ofc) having nightmares a few nights in row and just not being able to sleep. Not being scared of the dark per say, but just being paranoid after a collection of bad dreams. because that sucks, especially when you just have to go to the kitchen and sit with a snack because forget sleeping. 🦋

Not Alone Tonight

⪩⪨ featuring: oscar piastri

⪩⪨ synopsis: for the past few days, you've been having nightmare after nightmare that wont let you sleep. until oscar notices and helps you finally find peace.

⪩⪨ genre: comfort with a little bit of angst

it’s the third night in a row.

you wake up with your heart racing, sheets tangled around your legs, the echo of the dream still cringing in your ears. there is nothing there, really. no monster, no shadow, but your mind refuses to calm down. you stare at the ceiling. falling asleep again feels impossible.

so you do what you’ve done the last two nights: carefully get out of bed, grab a hoodie, and make your way to the kitchen. the light over the stove keeps you company as you sit by the table, snack in hand, mind still thinking.

you’re halfway through eating when you hear footsteps. oscar appears in the doorway, hair messy, eyes still half way closed, sleepy.

"hey,” he murmurs. “you okay?”

you simply shrug. “couldn’t sleep.”

without a word, he crosses the room and kneels in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “nightmare?” he asks quietly. almost like a whisper. as if talking any louder might somehow bring the nightmare back. you nod. “i’m not scared of something getting me. i just… feel weird. like if I close my eyes it’ll start all over again. i don't like the feeling i get.”

oscar exhales, slow and steady, like he’s setting a rhythm for you to follow.

“come back to bed with me,” he says. “it's chilly here. we don’t have to sleep.”

you hesitate. “what if it happens again? what if i wake wake you up?”

“it's okay," he replies softly. “i’d rather be tired than have you sitting in here alone.”

back in bed, he pulls you against his chest, arms protectively around you. he talks quietly, nothing important. what he’s doing tomorrow, a random story about his friends. anything to keep your mind distracted.

when your breathing finally slows, he presses a kiss into your hair.

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs. “always.”

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[sainzxn]

Hi :3 not an ask or request just wanted to say i really love your work its so super cool and peak you’re one of my favourite f1 writers ever!!!!🫶🫶

aww, thank you! i've been super busy as im in my spring semester right now so i haven't had time to write more, but im glad my old works are still getting some reach, and im honoured to be your favorite f1 writer! means a lot to me, really 🥹🫶

[sainzxn]

I'VE HEARD OF YOU

⪩⪨ featuring: oscar piastri

⪩⪨ synopsis: what happens when the f1 team social media admins have interacted with you more than once?

⪩⪨ genre: smau, crack(?

a/n: IM ALIVE !! im so sorry i have left you guys with no content for a long time </3 i'll talk about it more at the end of this short smau

youruser

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youruser F1 SEASON IS SO BACK BABY! HAPPY FP1 TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE

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mercedesamgf1 we see you looking at us 👀

↳ youruser im always looking, admin

user1 WE SURVIVED OFF SEASON

user2 HAPPY FP1 DAY

user3 and suddenly im happy again

mercedesamgf1 g'day

youruser admin im afraid thats common knowledge... but its okay, i'll give it to you

mclarenf1 ...what if there was an aussie admin among us 👀

youruser are YOU the aussie admin? 🤔

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri yes, i've got a haircut.

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user1 GET SCISSORS AWAY FROM HIM

user2 OSCAH WHYYYYY

user3 rip long haired oscar

youruser do you know how many hearts you broke because of this? 💔

↳ oscarpiastri call me heart breaker

↳ oscarpiastri also "youruser"? i've heard that somewher before

↳ youruser what...

↳ mclarenf1 hehe might be our fault... let's say admins like interacting with you a little too much

↳ youruser ADMIN 😭😭

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WAAAAA I MISSED WRITING 💔. how's everyone been? happy race weekend! im so sorry i haven't been around. this semester is kicking me in the ass and i hardly have any time to write anymore :(. i got this silly idea based on my own interactions with the team admins on threads, lol. it's short but it's what my time allows me to do. in fact, im late to a class... anyway, i hope all is well and i'll open my ask again if you want to say anything anonymously instead of commenting. i will say, though, that if anyone drops a request, it might stay in the void until i have time again...

[sainzxn]

guess who's alive! me! sorry for being so mia, guys. i've been so incredibly busy with work lately i barely even have time to do my homework, it's insane. they've been holding me hostage. i have around 12 drafts written out that i could technically post now, but i want to make them pretty for you guys! im trying to find a moment of peace where i can get the posts ready and post them, but concidering im wrting this during a class says a lot... i miss everyone and i miss writing for yall :(. you may have noticed i turned off my ask. i kept getting new requests which meant i would quite literally never end unless i closed it so im sorry about that </3. i just wanted to give you guys a little update

[sainzxn]

hi lmao i dont have a fic to request or anything i just wanted to let you know this is about you lol

cant put images in as an anon why?? wtv it's fine ill just reveal myself ig lmao. i scratched out my name foolishly before i put the image in and im too lazy to un-censor it sorry :(

on a side note i've said this as an anon before but i love your writing it's lowkey giving me life. have a great day dude

AAHHH im so sorry you had to give yourself away :(. im also sorry for being m.i.a, classes started for me already and i also started working so it's been tough. we have a long day weekend coming up, though, so im hoping i can work on all the requests i have then! again, im sorry im keeping you guys waiting this long :((

[sainzxn]

I respect your rule about not writing about retired drivers. The only exception I would make is Sebastian Vettel. He’d be sooo fun to read about! Love ya!

im actually thinking on changing that. the reason why i dont write for some drivers is because i dont watch enough content of them to be able to read their personalities. but, i have actually watched enough things with daniel ricciardo, sebastian vettel and nico rosberg to add them to the list! it's still a thought in progress but i will definitely let yall know if i end up adding them :]

[sainzxn]

I’m in my “fill Kim’s req box” era so bear with me

(Ollie or Osc)

Okay for this one, reader is a very independent person, but after breaking (some bone, leg or arm or something) she needs help, and doesn’t want to admit it. 🦋

Learning to Lean

⪩⪨ featuring: oliver bearman

⪩⪨ synopsis: a broken leg changes your entire routine, making you struggle to do basic things on your own. you hate asking for help, but oliver's love language are acts of services.

⪩⪨ genre: fluff, comfort

you hate this.

you hate the cast and the way it itches. you hate the crutches leaning uselessly against the wall. you hate that something as stupid as a broken leg has turned your entire routine upside down.

most of all, you hate needing help.

he doesn’t say it outright, but he notices everything: the way you refuse to ask him to grab things that are clearly out of reach, the way you insist on carrying your own plate even though you’re wobbling, the way you grit your teeth every time you move.

ollie ia very well aware this.

“you’ve got it?” he asks gently as he watches you struggle to balance a glass of water.

ollie just sighs, walking over and taking it from your hand anyway.

you don't reply. just move a little too fast. the glass tilts. you catch it at the last second.

“i didn’t say no,” you mutter.

“you didn’t say yes either,” he replies.

“i’m fine!” you call out immediately, defensive before he can even knock.

later, you try to wash your hair alone. that’s where the line gets drawn. he hears the thud. soft, but wrong — and your sharp inhale. oliver’s heart jumps into his throat.

the door opens anyway.

“you don’t have to be strong all the time,” he says quietly.

you’re sitting on the edge of the tub, jaw clenched, one hand gripping the wall. ollie kneels in front of you without hesitation.

you swallow. “i do.”

“no,” he says, firm but gentle. “ no you don’t. not with me.”

his voice softens even more. “you’re not useless. you’re injured.”

you look away, frustrated tears burning behind your eyes. “i hate feeling useless.”

he helps you up slowly, carefully, like you’re made of glass—not because you’re weak, but because he respects you.

later, you’re curled on the couch, leg elevated, blanket tucked around you. ollie presses a kiss to your temple as he hands you your phone.

“call me if you need anything,” he says.

you hesitate. then, quietly, “can you… stay?”

he smiles instantly. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

you roll your eyes, but your fingers curl into his sleeve.

“don’t get used to it.”

he laughs softly. “i’ll take what I can get.”

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he fits sm the acts of services bf x independent gf trope im so sad.

[sainzxn]

Okay okay so (Ollie or Osc) so imagine a long day right, and you come home, you barely eat dinner, and fall asleep. But all your makeup is still on, and when he finds you, he helps get you actually reader for bed, like helping take your makeup off, even in your groggy state. 🦋

Gentle Hands

⪩⪨ featuring: oscar piastri

⪩⪨ synopsis: when oscar sees you went to sleep as soon as you got home — not changing your clothes or remobing your make up — he makes sure to help you get comfortable and het the rest you deserve.

⪩⪨ genre: fluff

it’s late by the time oscar gets home.

curled up on the bed, still in the clothes you wore out, makeup untouched. mascara faintly smudged, lipstick still perfect. you didn’t even make it under the covers properly.

the apartment is dim, quiet in that way that tells him you’re already asleep. he drops his keys softly, taking his shoes off and heading toward the bedroom. that’s when he sees you.

oscar’s chest softens immediately.

“hey,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper as he sits on the edge of the bed. “long day?”

you hum in response, eyes fluttering but not opening.

he notices the plate on the nightstand, barely touched.

of course.

oscar sighs quietly, not annoyed, just concerned. he brushes your hair back gently, careful not to wake you fully.

“c’mon,” he whispers. “let’s get you comfy.”

you grumble when he nudges you upright, leaning immediately into him like it’s instinct. he smiles, wrapping an arm around you to steady you.

“m’sleeping,” you mumble.

“i know,” he says softly. “just a sec.”

he guides you to sit, grabbing makeup wipes from the bathroom. when he comes back, you’re swaying slightly, eyes half-open.

“close your eyes for me,” he says.

you do, trusting without question.

oscar’s movements are slow and careful. he wipes carefully, like he’s afraid of hurting you, gentle around your eyes, patient when you squirm.

“sorry,” you mumble again.

“for what?” he asks.

“didn’t wait up.”

he smiles faintly. “you don’t have to.”

“there,” he whispers. “much better.”

when he’s done, he helps you out of your clothes, replaces them with one of his shirts, the familiar fabric making you sigh contentedly. he tucks you under the covers properly this time, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

your eyes open just long enough to look at him.

“you’re sweet,” you murmur.

oscar chuckles quietly. “go to sleep.”

“rest,” he murmurs. “you deserve it.”

you reach for his hand, squeezing it weakly before drifting off again. he stays for a moment longer, watching you breathe evenly, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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my soft sweet careful boy UGH i lobe you so much osc 😞

[sainzxn]

Hey! I hope you had a great new year!

I would love a kimi x reader fic where the reader is making dinner and she breaks the spaghetti (maybe like twice) out of habit because that's what she usually do and that's what she grew up with. And she doesn't think anything of it but since Kimi is Italian he kinda freaks out and it's just pure fluff and kisses LOL

An Italian Tragedy

⪩⪨ featuring: kimi antonelli

⪩⪨ synopsis: when you break spaghetti out of habit, kimi has a very italian breakdown.

⪩⪨ genre: fluff

there’s a very brief, very dangerous silence behind you.

kimi is sitting at the counter, watching you with that quiet fondness he gets when you’re doing something ordinary. he’s scrolling on his phone at the same time, half listening, half existing in your presence.

you grab the box of spaghetti, and without thinking— crack. you snap the spaghetti in half. then again, just to make it fit better in the pot.

“…no.”

you turn around slowly.

kimi is frozen. phone forgotten, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like he’s just witnessed a crime.

“kimi?” you ask. “what?”

he stands up. slowly. like he’s approaching a wild animal.

“you—” he gestures toward the pot, horrified. “you broke it.”

ypu blink. “yeah? it fits better like that.”

he puts his hands on his head.

“no, no, no,” he mutters with his thick italian accent. “this is— this is not okay.”

you laugh. “i’ve always done that.”

“that makes it worse,” he says, absolutely serious.

you shrug. “that’s how i grew up. my mom always broke it.”

kimi looks at you like he’s reconsidering everything he’s ever known.

“amore mio,” he says, voice soft but dramatic, “spaghetti is supposed to be long.”

you grin. “it still tastes the same.”

“you cannot say that in front of me,” he says, stepping closer. “my mamma will feel it.”

he gasps. dramatically.

you’re laughing now, leaning against the counter as he gently takes the wooden spoon out of your hand like he’s confiscating a weapon.

“okay,” he says, calmer now, brushing his thumbs over your wrists. “next time, i teach you.”

you tilt your head. “and if i don’t?”

he sighs, defeated already, and leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“then i will simply do the cooking.”

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as a pasta lover, he would DEFINITELY get overly dramatic over something like this. do not fret, kimi, my mom taught how to make spaghetti without breaking it 🙏

[sainzxn]

hear me out… drivers react to their significant other asking a question during a press conference

idea from this clip of ben shelton and his gf trinity rodman - https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZThJMu1G9/

F1 DRIVERS REACT TO

⪩⪨ featuring: george russell, franco colapinto, alex albon, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, esteban ocon

⪩⪨ synopsis: f1 drivers react to you asking them a question during a press conference

⪩⪨ genre: crack-ish(?

➜ george russell

george doesn’t clock it at first until he hears your voice.

the room is full of journalists, cameras, professionalism, but that doesn't stop you.

“russell, hi. quick question, do you actually know where you put your passport, or did you say that so your beautiful girlfriend wouldn't get mad?”

“…right,” he says, blinking. “good question.”

the room goes still for a moment. george’s smile freezes.

a journalist snorts, someone coughs to hide a laugh.

“i do know where it is,” he adds quickly. “i think.”

you grin at him. he shakes his head, smiling despite himself.

“i’ll discuss this off camera,” he mutters, but his ears are red.

➜ franco colapinto

franco is mid-answer when he hears you.

“franco, serious question, are you ever going to stop pretending you don’t understand when i ask you to do the dishes?”

“why would you do this to me?” he laughs.

the entire panel loses it. franco drops his head into his hands defeated.

he looks back up, still smiling.

“for the record,” he says, pointing at you, “i understand perfectly. i just… choose peace.”

you blow him a kiss like nothing happened. he’s still laughing when the next question comes in.

➜ alex albon

“alex, could you tell us how many alarms it takes to actually wake you up in the morning?”

alex is calm, relaxed, smiling. then you speak.

the room bursts into laughter.

alex covers his face.

“…are you seriois?”

you nod seriously like you’re taking notes.

he peeks through his fingers.

“it depends on the day,” he says, laughing. “anywhere between… a few and too many.”

he shakes his head fondly.

“i love you, but I’m banning you from press.”

➜ lewis hamilton

“lulu, important question. do you still think plants don’t need sunlight if you ‘believe in them enough’?”

lewis is composed, as always, until he hears you.

"i... never said that.”

the room goes dead silent. lewis blinks. once. twice.

“okay, maybe i did,” he laughs. “but i've since educated myself.”

you raise an eyebrow. a slow smile spreads across his face.

the room burtst into small laughter. lewis looks at you warmly.

“thank you for keeping me humble.”

➜ charles leclerc

charles is answering thoughtfully when your voice cuts in.

“charles, if you had to choose me or monaco, what’s your answer?”

the question is followed by gasps, laughter, phhones raised.

charles’ eyes widen.

“that’s— this is a trap,” he laughs nervously.

he leans closer to the mic.

“you,” he says immediately. “obviously you.”

you smile sweetly.

“…but maybe monaco during the holidays?” he adds carefully.

the room erupts. charles laughs, surrendering.

“i’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

➜ esteban ocon

esteban is mid sentence when you speak up.

“estie, how confident are you that you actually know how to use the washing machine?”

the press conference loses all seriousness.

esteban blinks, then laughs.

“i— okay, first of all,” he says, pointing at you, “i do know how to use it.”

you tilt your head.

“…for the most part,” he admits.

he smiles at you, shaking his head.

“this— this is bullying.”

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tried to make it as fun as possible but im a very not fun person myself </3. at least i tried guys

[sainzxn]

Hiiiii! Happy new year!! 🥳 if you’re not to busy I had the idea of the drivers reactions to accidentally walking in on the reader when they’re changing. (Anniedvorak did a similar thing but with marvel characters on tt) I would write it myself but I’m not creative enough 😭 love your other work id be ecstatic if you wrote something like this :)) I love all the drivers but specifically Lando, Oscar, Carlos, Kimi, and Ollie. Have a lovely day 💜

F1 DRIVERS REACT TO

⪩⪨ featuring: lando norris, oscar piastri, carlos sainz, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman

⪩⪨ synopsis: f1 drivers react to accidentally walking on you changing.

⪩⪨ genre: fluff

the door opens without warning.

➜ lando norris

“babe, have you seen my—”

and then, silence.

you look up and lando freezes like he’s a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh— OH—” his voice jumps an octave. “SORRY— sorry—im so sorry—”

when you finally step out, fully dressed, he doesn't look at you. he can't.

the door slams shut but you can hear him outside pacing. talking to himself.

“i didn’t mean to— why did i— oh my god i’m never opening a door again.”

“i swear i saw nothing,” he says, puttinf his hands up in the air.

he blushes when he thinks about it an hour later.

➜ oscar piastri

he stops mid-step.

oscar knocks once softly, then opens the door.

he closes the door gently, painfully slow. like it’s going to break if he slams it shut, and stands there staring at the wall.

“…oh.” that’s it, that's all. just oh.

when you open it a minute later, he looks at you. ears bright red.

“i should’ve waited for you to answer,” he says quietly.

you tease him endlessly after that and he laughs, embarrassed, and avoids your eyes for the rest of the night.

➜ carlos sainz

“AY— PERDÓN—” (SORRY)

the door swings open confidently. carlos looks up and gasps.

he spins around so fast he nearly trips, hands covering his eyes.

“i did not see anything,” he insists loudly, still facing the wall. “i am a gentleman. a very respectful man.”

you’re laughing by the time you come out. he finally turns back around, smiling sheepishly.

“…you’re very distracting,” he adds, half joking, half embarrased.

➜ kimi antonelli

“oh— sorry!”

kimi opens the door while looking at his phone. looks up. freezes.

the door shuts instantly.

you hear his footsteps shuffle away fast, like he's running away from a crime scene.

later, when you sit beside him, he clears his throat.

"i... didn’t mean to interrupt,” he says softly.

his face is still pink and you notice he won’t stop smiling.

➜ oliver bearman

ollie knocks as he opens the door.

“love— OH— I’M SO SORRY—”

the door slams shut. he stays right where he is, staring at the floor. ehen you step out, he immediately blurts, “i swear i knocked. i swear i’m not weird.”

you laugh. he relaxes, smiling shyly.

“next time,” he says, “i’ll wait for an actual answer.”

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respectful kings all of them

[sainzxn]

HII !! i just realized how many osc requests u get so im here to pile onto the ideas hehe ... i was thinking of an oscar x chubby readsd where they both go to like a dinner with other drivers and their wags but reader feels a bit insecure because shes an introvert & shes never met them before since she and oscar got together only some time before the dinner ..

Plus One

⪩⪨ featuring: oscar piastri

⪩⪨ synopsis: in a loud world full of "perfection," you geel like you're not enough compared to the others. fortunately, oscar is there to remind you that you belong with him as you are.

⪩⪨ genre: angst with comfort

pscar knocks gently on the door. “you okay?”

you almost don’t go. you stand in front of the mirror longer than necessary, tugging at the fabric of your dress, wondering if it looks too tight, if it shows too much, if everyone there will notice before they ever bother to learn your name.

you force a smile when you open it. “yeah. just… finishing up.”

he looks at you for a second too long, eyes soft, like he already knows that’s not the full truth. but he doesn’t push.

you feel big. too big. too noticeable.

the dinner is… a lot. laughter bouncing around the table. inside jokes you don’t understand yet. drivers you’ve only seen on screens, now right there, confident and comfortable, their partners effortlessly pretty and social. you smile when spoken to, nod when appropriate, but mostly you stay quiet, hands resting on your lap.

oscar sits close. closer than he needs to be. his knee presses against yours under the table, grounding you. every now and then, he leans in to murmur little nothings in your ear.

“you’re doing great.”

“you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

“stay with me, yeah?”

still, when someone makes a casual comment about how tiny one of the girls is, your chest tightens. you laugh along because that’s what you’re supposed to do, but your appetite disappears.

oscar notices immediately.

“hey,” he whispers when the conversation shifts. “you okay?”

you hesitate, then shake your head just a little. you can't lie to him.

later, outside, you finally let it spill.

“i feel less,” you say quietly. “i know you didn’t mean anything by bringing me, i just—everyone’s so confident. and I feel like I don’t belong here.”

oscar turns fully toward you. his hands settle on your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“i wanted you here,” he says.

you look down. “i just keep thinking they’re wondering why you’re with someone like me.”

his brow furrows. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you swallow.

he exhales slowly, forehead resting against yours. “listen to me. i didn’t bring you because i needed a plus one. i brought you because i like you. just the way you are. and because I feel like myself when i’m with you. and im hoping you can feel like yourself when you're eith me too.”

his thumb traces gentle circles against your side.

your eyes start to water.

“you don’t need to be louder, or smaller, or like them at all. i chose you exactly like this.”

“you’re safe with me,” he adds softly. “always.”

and suddenly, the noise, the tables, the people, they all fade.

there’s just oscar and the way he holds you like you’ve always belonged in his world.

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waaahhh i hope this was comforting enough :(. everyone is beautiful the way they are. please dont compare yourselves to other people, i promise you you're more than enough as it is <3.

[sainzxn]

dude i just want to thank you cause your fics are lowkey giving me life during finals month. i procrastinate by reading them lol but thats ok cause i've had the most buns week ever and your fics are making me happy lol idk how to put that into words but thank youuuuu

oh. my. gosh. first of all, good luck on your finals! drink lots of water and always have a little snack on you if you can. second, im so, so glad my fics help in any way, even if they make you procrasinate, lol. it's always okay to take a break! but do focus on your studies <3 as a writer, this absolutely means the whole world to me.