I'm not really sure what I want but I absolutely LOVED the fic "you live in Monaco, but it's not home". It just felt so amazing reading about "my country" (kind of) and the guys making us feel better. I guess you could see this as a kind of part 2 (maybe).
But maybe just a fic where reader is proud of their country, where reader sings their national anthem so proudly when they wins, where they get relived when they meet journalists from their country so they can speak their native language.
Maybe where there's a football game going on where reader's country is facing England, Spain, Italy or whatever! Maybe at one race she sees fans from her country wearing their nations colors!
Again I don't really know what I want, but I loved when we got to embrace our country's I guess.
You can use your creativity on this, and try to come up with more scenarios, I'm sure it'll be fantastic!
Byeeeee đŤśđŤśđŤś
for japan.
pairing: f1 2025 grid x platonic!japanese!driver!reader
genre: wholesome, emotional, chaotic grid family, national pride, comfort
warning: none just feelings
there was something incredibly emotional about watching Y/N during a podium ceremony.
not because they cried.
not because they were dramatic.
but because every single time the Japanese anthem played, Y/N sang it like they were trying to pour their entire soul into it.
hand over heart.
eyes shining.
voice soft at first before growing stronger.
every.
single.
word.
and the first time it happened, the entire grid noticed.
it was their first win.
chaotic wet race.
everyone expecting a more experienced driver to take victory.
instead, somehow, against all odds, Y/N crossed the line first.
the radio exploded.
their engineer screaming.
the garage losing their minds.
and Y/N?
silent.
completely silent.
just breathing shakily as realization hit.
âP1, Y/N. P1.â
a pause.
then the softest, most broken little:
ââŚfor Japan.â
and honestly?
half the garage nearly cried immediately.
the podium ceremony felt surreal.
champagne spraying everywhere.
crowd roaring.
drivers laughing.
but then the anthem started.
and Y/N immediately straightened.
the shift was instant.
because this wasnât just about winning for them.
it never was.
they sang quietly at first.
then louder.
eyes fixed somewhere far away.
and the camera caught everything.
the tiny tremble in their smile.
the pride.
the emotion.
the overwhelming realization that after years and years of Japan waiting for another driver to stand at the very topâ
someone had finally done it.
the clip went viral immediately.
especially because while everyone else usually stood respectfully during their anthem, Y/N sang.
with their entire chest.
fans online started calling it:
âthe most patriotic podium moment in years.â
Yuki understood immediately.
more than anyone else on the grid.
because he knew what it felt like carrying an entire countryâs hopes into a sport dominated by Europe.
he knew what it felt like hearing your language in the paddock and instinctively turning toward it because it felt familiar.
safe.
home.
so when Y/N joined the grid, Yuki became protective almost instantly.
not in an obvious way.
but in quiet ways.
making sure translators were available.
checking if they ate properly.
switching to Japanese whenever interviews became overwhelming.
rolling his eyes whenever international media asked weird stereotypical questions.
and Y/N absolutely adored him for it.
there was one moment during media day that the internet never recovered from.
a Japanese journalist had approached Y/N after a brutal triple-header weekend.
the poor reporter looked nervous, probably expecting a rushed answer in English like most drivers gave international press.
instead Y/Nâs face lit up instantly.
like instantly.
the exhaustion vanished.
their posture relaxed.
and suddenly rapid Japanese filled the air so quickly that half the nearby drivers physically turned in confusion.
Y/N was smiling so hard.
laughing.
using hand gestures dramatically.
the journalist started laughing too.
and from across the paddock, Lando blinked.
ââŚi have literally never seen them speak that fast before.â
Oscar nodded slowly.
âI donât think theyâve breathed once.â
even Yuki was laughing nearby because Y/N looked so relieved.
like after days of forcing themselves to think and speak in another language, they could finally let their brain rest.
later someone asked why they looked so happy during that interview.
Y/N answered honestly.
âsometimes hearing your own language feels like taking a deep breath after holding it in for too long.â
the entire internet collectively went quiet after that.
they were incredibly proud of being Japanese.
not in a loud arrogant way.
but in a deeply sincere way.
they carried small omamori charms in their bags during race weekends.
they bowed instinctively when greeting older team members.
they brought Japanese snacks for mechanics constantly.
they made the entire grid obsessed with convenience store egg sandwiches.
and every time Formula 1 raced in Suzuka?
Y/N became unbearably emotional.
Suzuka weekend genuinely changed them.
the second they landed in Japan, everyone noticed the difference.
they smiled more.
laughed louder.
talked faster.
their eyes practically sparkled the entire weekend.
because this was home.
fans lined the streets holding Japanese flags and homemade signs.
children screamed their name everywhere.
older fans bowed respectfully when they passed.
and Y/N looked overwhelmed by it every single time.
the drivers loved seeing that side of them.
especially because the Japanese fans adored the grid too.
Carlos got gifted snacks by grandmothers.
Charles got called handsome approximately every three seconds.
Kimi looked terrified but honored when fans gave him tiny handmade keychains.
and somehow Y/N became everyoneâs unofficial tour guide.
âNO NO YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS.â
âY/N it is 11 p.m.â
âAND?â
â...fair point.â
one night before Suzuka qualifying, Y/N dragged half the grid to a tiny ramen place they loved growing up.
Max was skeptical.
George asked seventeen questions.
Lando nearly burned his tongue immediately.
and Yuki just sat there watching Y/N laugh so hard they cried.
because he knew how important this was.
for once, Y/N wasnât adapting to everyone else.
everyone else was stepping into their world.
the anthem thing became emotional for the grid too.
because after a while they started expecting it.
waiting for it.
if Y/N won or got a podium, the cameras automatically cut toward them during the anthem because everyone knew theyâd sing every word proudly.
sometimes mechanics sang along quietly too.
sometimes Yuki did.
once, after a particularly emotional home race podium, the camera caught Yuki looking at Y/N during the anthem instead of the flag.
his expression looked almost soft.
proud.
because they were doing it together.
two Japanese drivers on the grid.
representing home together.
carrying that flag together.
there was also this unspoken thing where Japanese journalists became weirdly protective over Y/N.
especially after difficult races.
if international media got invasive or frustrating, the second a Japanese reporter asked a question, Y/N visibly relaxed.
their shoulders dropped.
their voice softened.
and they always bowed slightly afterward in thanks.
one older Japanese journalist once said:
âThey carry Japan very gently.â
and honestly that sentence fit perfectly.
because Y/N never treated representing Japan like branding.
they treated it like an honor.
one of the most emotional moments happened after a difficult race where Y/N retired early with a mechanical issue.
they looked devastated.
head lowered while walking through the paddock.
trying not to cry.
then suddenly a little Japanese boy near the barriers yelled:
âY/N-SENSHU!â
Y/N looked up immediately.
the child was holding a tiny Japanese flag.
âYOU STILL DID YOUR BEST!â
silence.
complete silence.
and Y/Nâs expression cracked instantly.
they walked over immediately, crouching near the barrier while the little boy rambled excitedly in Japanese about wanting to become a driver too someday.
by the end of the conversation, Y/N was crying openly.
the next day the photo of them kneeling by the barrier while holding that tiny flag was everywhere online.
captioned:
ârepresentation matters.â
the grid understood that too.
especially younger drivers.
because Y/N inspired people in ways statistics couldnât explain.
Japanese kids suddenly started karting more.
more fans attended races.
more people believed they belonged in motorsport.
and Y/N carried that responsibility carefully.
sometimes the drivers teased them for it too.
mostly affectionately.
like whenever Y/N started passionately explaining Japanese culture and accidentally turned it into a thirty minute presentation.
or when they aggressively defended Japanese convenience stores.
or when they made everyone remove shoes properly before entering certain places during Suzuka week.
Oscar adapted suspiciously fast.
Lando kept forgetting.
Max got scolded once and looked genuinely ashamed afterward.
but the most emotional moment?
probably Singapore GP.
another win.
another podium.
another anthem.
except this time, near the end of the song, the crowd started singing with them.
not perfectly.
not fluently.
but trying.
thousands of voices softly following Y/Nâs lead.
and when the anthem finished, Y/N looked completely overwhelmed.
hands shaking slightly.
eyes glossy.
because in that moment it didnât feel like they were carrying Japan alone anymore.
the world was singing with them too.
later that night someone asked Yuki what he thought about Y/N representing Japan.
I am officially closing requests for a while! I am so incredibly grateful for all your amazing ideas, but my current to-do list has grown to about 50 requests. đâ¨
To make sure I can give every single one the love and quality it deserves, I need to take a big step back and work through my backlog. Because of this, itâs going to be a long time before I open them up again.
Thank you so, so much for your endless patience, support, and understanding! I canât wait to share these upcoming pieces with you all. đ
I am back. I was the one that requested Charles knowing BTS.
So my next request and again if you donât 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, đ(if it hasnât been taken yet)
âWait⌠Thatâs YOU?â
Pairing: Stray Kids x Platonic!9thMember!Reader, platonic!F1 Grid x Driver!Reader
A/N: Hey đ, and no it hasn't been taken yet :)
Media Day in Formula 1 was, unfortunately, one of Y/Nâs 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.
âHow are you feeling for this weekend?â
âWhat are your expectations?â
âHow difficult is Turn 3?â
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 heâd 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.
âMedia starts in ten,â her PR manager warned.
She sighed dramatically.
âI suddenly understand why retired drivers disappear into mountains.â
Lewis laughed from across the room.
âYouâre twenty-one.â
âAnd already exhausted.â
âValid.â
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:
âOh yeah, she sings too.â
None of them had processed that Stray Kids were massive.
None of them understood that Y/N wasnât just âa singer.â
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.
âCan you sign this for me?â
âOf course,â 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 everyoneâs secrets.
Y/N blinked once.
Twice.
The fan smiled innocently.
âCan you sign it?â
Behind her, Lando leaned over curiously.
ââŚIs that you?â
Silence.
The fan nodded enthusiastically.
âYes! Itâs from the Oddinary era!â
Oscar looked over Landoâs shoulder.
Then immediately started laughing.
âNo way.â
The confusion spread through the paddock like a virus.
Charles walked past, paused, and slowly reversed.
ââŚWhy are there two versions of you?â
âItâs a postcard,â Y/N deadpanned.
âYes, but why do you look like a supervillain?â
âThat was the concept.â
Carlos grabbed the postcard next.
âYou have photocards?â
The fan gasped.
âYOU DONâT KNOW PHOTO CARDS?â
âOh no,â 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.
âSheâs glittery.â
âThatâs the limited version,â the fan explained seriously.
Ollie frowned at the back.
âThere are⌠collectible poses?â
âThere are hundreds,â another fan chimed in.
George looked horrified.
âHundreds?â
Y/N quietly considered walking into traffic.
Then Lando found the albums.
âOh my God, thereâs more.â
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 someoneâs bag.
Lewis picked up an album carefully.
âThis is genuinely impressive packaging.â
âTHANK YOU,â the fans cried collectively.
Meanwhile, Y/N had both hands over her face.
âThis is the worst day of my life.â
âNo,â Oscar corrected calmly, âthis is the funniest day of mine.â
And then it somehow got worse.
Because one fan shouted:
âASK HER WHO HER BIAS IS.â
The drivers blinked.
Charles frowned.
âWhatâs a bias?â
The fans screamed.
Y/N actually choked on air.
Lando looked delighted.
âOh this is dangerous.â
âNo,â Y/N warned immediately.
âYes,â 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.
âSo you rank each other?â George asked.
âItâs not ranking!â
âIt sounds exactly like ranking,â Max said.
Kimi pointed at Y/N.
âWhoâs your favorite?â
Y/N looked personally offended.
âI literally live with them.â
âThat didnât answer the question,â 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.
âHey, did media go well-â
Lando grabbed the phone.
âWHOâS HER BIAS?â
There was a long silence.
Then Chan sighed the sigh of a man who had suffered for years.
âWhy are race car drivers bothering me?â
âANSWER THE QUESTION,â Carlos yelled.
Y/N lunged for the phone while the fans screamed louder.
âGive me my phone!â
Chan, traitor that he was, laughed.
âOh, this is finally happening?â
âCHAN.â
âShe likes Hyunjinâs photocards best.â
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 couldnât breathe.
Felix asking if the drivers wanted albums.
Seungmin immediately choosing violence.
âShe organizes her photocards by aesthetic.â
âI HATE ALL OF YOU.â
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.
âThis,â he said thoughtfully, âexplains a lot about Y/N.â
âNo it doesnât,â she argued weakly.
âIt absolutely does.â
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.
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 donât 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. đ¤
everyone on the grid knew one thing for certain:
if Y/N Leclerc was in the paddock, youâd 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 gridâs 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 wouldnât be alone.
and maybe thatâs why everyone noticed the change so quickly.
because Y/N going quiet?
that wasnât normal.
it started small.
she stopped running into Charlesâ 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.
âsheâs tired,â heâd said.
but then Oscar noticed she barely touched her lunch.
Pierre noticed sheâd started sitting alone after sessions.
Carlos noticed she flinched whenever someone asked if she was okay.
and Charlesâ
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 âIâm fineâ too quickly.
he tried asking gently.
âyou okay, bĂŠbĂŠ?â
and she smiled immediately.
âyeah!â
too fast.
too bright.
too fake.
Charles exchanged a look with Arthur from across the paddock.
because that wasnât 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 chaosâ
Y/N disappeared.
âhas anyone seen her?â Charles asked suddenly, looking around Ferrari hospitality.
Arthur frowned immediately. âI thought she was with Kimi.â
âShe wasnât with me,â 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.
heâd 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.
ââŚY/N?â
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.
âhey,â 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.
âoh,â he said quietly. âsomethingâs really wrong.â
Y/N immediately tried smiling.
it looked painful.
âIâm okay.â
George crouched slightly in front of her.
âyou donât have to do that.â
ââŚdo what?â
âpretend.â
and thatâ
that nearly broke her immediately.
Kimi sat beside her first.
not too close.
just enough.
quiet enough that she didnât 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.
âCharles is worried,â Kimi said softly after a while.
her eyes dropped instantly.
âI know.â
âArthur too.â
ââŚI know.â
George tilted his head slightly.
âthen why are you hiding from them?â
and her lips started trembling before she could stop them.
âI donât want them to worry more.â
the words came out cracked.
small.
Kimi frowned immediately. âMore?â
and suddenly tears were sliding down her face no matter how hard she tried stopping them.
âI justâŚâ she whispered shakily. âI miss my dad.â
silence.
heavy silence.
because instantly they understood.
not fullyânot reallyâbut enough.
grief didnât 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 shouldâve been there for all of it.
for Charles.
for Arthur.
for her.
âI didnât wanna say anything because Charles already has so much pressure and Arthurâs trying so hard and Lorenzo worries about everyone and I justââ
her voice broke completely.
âI feel bad because theyâre trying to be okay and Iâm not.â
Kimiâs 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.
âYou know,â he said carefully, âyour brothers would probably be devastated hearing you felt like you had to hide this from them.â
she wiped at her face angrily.
âI know but every time I think about saying it out loud I feel guilty.â
Kimi shook his head immediately.
âYou missing your dad isnât something to feel guilty about.â
and that sentenceâ
that one sentenceâ
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 justâŚbeing there.
no cameras.
no headlines.
just family.
the kind youâre born with.
and the kind you accidentally find.
âyou should talk to Charles,â Carlos finally said softly.
Y/N immediately shook her head.
âI canât.â
âyes, you can,â Pierre replied gently.
âHe loves you too much to want you hurting alone,â Oscar added quietly.
and honestly?
they were right.
when Charles finally found her, Arthur right behind him, both of them looked terrified.
Charlesâ expression changed immediately the second he saw her crying.
âbĂŠbĂŠ?â
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 weekendâ
she stopped trying to act okay.
âI miss him,â she cried into Charlesâ shoulder.
Charles held her tighter immediately.
his own eyes watering.
because he understood.
of course he did.
âI know,â he whispered shakily. âI miss him too.â
Arthur pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
âYou never have to hide that from us.â
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 found you last year and live for all your writings and I have three ideas in which you could write on...any one you can pick from.
1. Driver! Reader being the wedding planner for Charles x Alex.. I mean she full on goes JLo wedding planner movie and the funny and sweet antics that ensue.
2. Reader playing matchmaker for lewis in the gf dept. I mean we have George with the power points giving stats as well as the grid giving their contributions.
3. Driver!Reader spazzing out like most females on the planet for heated rivalry and she's actually seeing/ dating Connor Storrie. Like the grid could've busted in on her watching the show pre/ post race and it just so happened to be a spicy scene.
Thanks so much and have fun
âOperation: Find Lewis Hamilton a Girlfriendâ
(platonic!2025 f1 grid x driver!reader
chaotic grid dynamics | george russell and his cursed powerpoint | matchmaking disaster)
authorâs note:
before anybody says anything YES this was inspired by the rumors about Lewis Hamilton dating Kim Kardashian and iâm so sad about it đ anyway in this fic the grid takes matters into their own hands because apparently they think they know lewis better than he knows himself.
summary:
Y/N decides that Lewis Hamilton deserves somebody who genuinely understands himânot somebody flashy or temporary. Unfortunately for Lewis, this spirals into the entire 2025 grid creating investigations, presentations, statistical analyses, and âcandidate evaluationsâ about what exactly Lewis Hamiltonâs type is. Featuring George Russell weaponizing PowerPoint, Charles being dramatic, Max pretending he doesnât care while contributing anyway, and Lewis realizing way too late that the paddock has turned his love life into a full FIA-regulated operation.
warnings:
none. just emotional support matchmaking and george russell abusing google slides.
The entire thing started because Y/N made one innocent comment.
One.
Tiny.
Comment.
And somehow the entire Formula 1 paddock spiraled into chaos because of it.
The Comment
It happened during media day in Monaco.
Y/N had been sitting in the Mercedes hospitality area, legs tucked underneath her while absentmindedly scrolling through her phone.
Nearby, Lewis was finishing an interview.
George was eating somebody elseâs snacks without permission.
Charles was somehow already in Mercedes hospitality despite driving for Ferrari.
Normal paddock behavior.
Then Lewis walked in, exhausted from back-to-back media obligations, and dropped dramatically onto the couch beside her.
âIâm retiring from interviews,â he announced.
âYou say that every weekend,â George replied.
Lewis ignored him completely and leaned his head against the back cushion.
Y/N looked over at him for a second before sighing.
âYou know what?â she said thoughtfully. âYou deserve somebody nice.â
The room went quiet.
George blinked.
Charles lowered his espresso.
Lewis looked suspicious immediately.
ââŚwhat does that mean.â
âIt means,â Y/N continued casually, âyouâre always taking care of everybody else. I think you need someone who takes care of you too.â
Charles immediately pointed at her.
âSheâs right.â
George gasped.
âOh my God,â he whispered. âWe need to find Lewis a girlfriend.â
Lewis sat up instantly.
âNo.â
Too late.
The operation had already begun.
George Creates a PowerPoint
The first mistake was allowing George Russell access to presentation software.
Because less than twenty-four hours later, Y/N walked into Mercedes hospitality to find George standing in front of a screen with a remote clicker.
The title slide read:
LEWIS HAMILTON ROMANTIC COMPATIBILITY ANALYSIS
Compiled by George and Contributors
Lewis looked physically ill.
âNo,â he said immediately. âAbsolutely not.â
âToo late,â George replied. âWeâve already gathered research.â
Y/N nearly choked laughing.
âYou actually made slides?â
George looked offended.
âThere are charts.â
Of course there were charts.
The Contributions Begin
The problem was that everybody on the grid got involved.
Everybody.
Even drivers who pretended they didnât care somehow contributed.
Slide 4: Personality Traits Lewis Needs
George clicked dramatically.
âCandidate must be emotionally intelligent.â
Charles raised his hand immediately.
âAnd patient.â
âCorrect,â George said.
Oscar spoke up from the back.
âAlso someone calm. Because have you seen this man during strategy disasters?â
Lewis pointed accusingly.
âWhy are you here.â
Oscar shrugged.
âFree food.â
Max Somehow Participates
The most shocking contributor was probably Max Verstappen.
Who claimed he wanted ânothing to do with this.â
Yet somehowâ
He still submitted notes.
Y/N found out when George switched slides.
OBSERVATIONS PROVIDED BY MAX VERSTAPPEN
Lewis stared.
ââŚMax contributed?â
Max crossed his arms defensively.
âYouâre all idiots. Someone had to provide useful information.â
âWhat useful information?â
Max looked directly at Lewis.
âYou need someone who doesnât care about fame.â
The room went oddly quiet for a second.
Even Lewis blinked at that.
Because underneath the usual Verstappen bluntnessâ
It was honest.
Y/N Takes the Assignment Too Seriously
At first, Y/N thought the whole thing was funny.
Then she accidentally became emotionally invested.
Which was dangerous.
Because now she was taking notes.
Literal notes.
She had pages dedicated to things like:
Lewis likes meaningful conversations
probably someone compassionate
definitely someone who loves animals
needs patience for race weekends
cannot be weird about fashion
must understand he adopts random people emotionally
âWhy do you have a notebook,â Lando asked one afternoon.
Y/N snapped it shut immediately.
âClassified information.â
The Grid Begins Suggesting Candidates
This was where everything became unmanageable.
Because suddenly everybody had opinions.
Carlos suggested someone artistic.
Pierre thought Lewis needed somebody adventurous.
Charles insisted he needed âa hopeless romantic.â
Lewis hated every second of this.
Especially because nobody would stop discussing him like a documentary subject.
Meanwhile, Lewis is Horrified
âYouâre all insane,â Lewis said for probably the fiftieth time that weekend.
Nobody listened.
George had now upgraded from PowerPoint to spreadsheets.
Y/N was interviewing people hypothetically.
Oscar and Lando were ranking âgreen flags.â
Charles somehow started talking about soulmates.
Lewis looked ready to fake his own disappearance.
The Turning Point
It became slightly less funny when Y/N sat beside Lewis later that evening after the chaos died down.
âYou know weâre joking around,â she said softly.
Lewis snorted.
âGeorge made pie charts.â
âOkay, mostly joking.â
He laughed quietly.
Then she tilted her head.
âBut seriously⌠I think people just want you to be happy.â
That caught him off guard.
Because underneath all the chaos and teasingâ
That was true.
The entire grid adored Lewis.
Not just as a driver.
As a person.
The PowerPoint Presentation Escalates
The next race weekend, George announced there would be âupdates.â
Lewis nearly walked out immediately.
âAbsolutely not.â
âOh yes,â George said proudly. âWe have new data.â
The screen lit up again.
LEWIS IDEAL PARTNER ANALYSIS: VERSION 2
Y/N laughed so hard she almost fell off the couch.
The Drivers Contribute Again
This time, even more people added opinions.
Charles insisted Lewis needed someone who would support his passions outside racing.
Lando contributed absolutely nothing useful except:
âMust tolerate random music at 3am.â
George actually added it to the slide.
Oscar contributed:
âNeeds emotional maturity.â
Max added:
âMust survive British sarcasm.â
Carlos added:
âProbably elegant.â
Yuki shouted from the back:
âAnd funny!â
Lewis covered his face with his hands.
âI regret mentoring all of you.â
The Interview Segment
At some point Y/N started casually asking Lewis questions.
Very casually.
Suspiciously casually.
âWhatâs your ideal date?â
Lewis narrowed his eyes immediately.
âWhy.â
âNo reason.â
âYouâre investigating me.â
âMaybe a little.â
âYouâre worse than George.â
She gasped dramatically.
âThatâs rude.â
The Grid Decides Y/N is in Charge
Eventually the drivers collectively decided Y/N was now the official âLewis Happiness Coordinator.â
She did not ask for this title.
George made her a fake badge anyway.
It literally said:
LEWIS RELATIONSHIP TASK FORCE
Lewis threatened to quit Formula 1.
Nobody believed him.
The Real Reason
Later that night, after another ridiculous team dinner where the grid debated Lewisâ âtypeâ like they were discussing race strategy, Y/N found Lewis standing outside overlooking the paddock.
Quiet.
Calm.
She walked beside him.
âYou okay?â
Lewis smiled softly.
âYou know⌠this is ridiculous.â
âVery.â
âBut itâs also kind of sweet.â
Y/N bumped her shoulder against his.
âThatâs because everybody loves you.â
And that was the truth.
Every driver there had grown up looking up to Lewis Hamilton.
He was family to half the grid.
Of course they wanted somebody who would love him properly too.
Even if their methods were completely insane.
The Final Disaster
The final straw came when George attempted to hold an official meeting.
With printed packets.
Lewis walked into the hospitality room, saw the title pageâ
OPERATION: GET LEWIS A GIRLFRIEND
âand immediately turned around to leave.
Y/N grabbed his arm while laughing uncontrollably.
hii, i recently found your account and i've been genuinely loving everything you write. i was wondering if i could request something with rookie driver reader who grew up with ollie and kimi, who doesn't have a good family life especially with her dad who's like out of the picture now and maybe they're at a race and her dad shows up trying to see her and get her to stay with him now that she's eighteen and not under court laws and she freaks out and the other drivers like oscar and charles and stuff catch on to what's happening and protect her and when them and the rookies ask if she's fine she tells them yes but it throws her off and she gets into a really bad crash, like car flipping and wheels on fire and her being unresponsive, then when ollie and kimi hear it on the radio they both do something thats never happened before and they actually turn back on the circuit to get to her and pull her out of the car and she's not answering so they take her to get medical attention and while she's out her dad shows up at the hospital and kimi and ollie and the other drivers protect her then when she wakes up they comfort her and make her feel better. im sorry if this is like really long and really specific, you totally don't have to write this if you don't want to but i feel like you could seriously do it justice. anyways, keep up the amazing writing!!!
âYouâre Not Aloneâ
(platonic!2025 F1 grid x driver!reader)
childhood friends with Ollie Bearman & Kimi Antonelli | found family | protective grid
summary:
Y/N grew up alongside Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman, but unlike them, home was never safe. When her estranged father suddenly shows up in the paddock, everything sheâs worked to hold together starts to crack. The grid notices. They always do. And when things spiral, they remind herâloudly, fiercelyâthat she doesnât have to face anything alone.
tw: family conflict, non-graphic crash, injury, hospital setting, anxiety
The paddock was loud.
It always was on race dayâengines in the distance, engineers shouting, cameras flashingâbut Y/N usually thrived in it. It was noise she understood. Predictable chaos.
Safe chaos.
She had just stepped out of the garage, helmet tucked under her arm, when she felt it.
That shift.
That feeling of being watched.
And then she saw him.
Her father stood just beyond the barrier line, talking to a staff member like he belonged there. Like he hadnât disappeared years ago. Like he hadnât left her to figure everything out on her own.
Y/N froze.
Her grip tightened around her helmet.
âNoâŚâ she whispered.
They Notice
It was Oscar who noticed first.
He had been mid-conversation when he saw her go still. Completely still.
Not normal.
âY/N?â he called, stepping closer.
She didnât answer.
Her eyes were locked on something behind him.
Oscar followed her line of sightâand immediately his expression changed.
ââŚoh.â
That wasnât a fan.
That wasnât media.
That was something else entirely.
Within seconds, more of the grid picked up on it.
Charles moved closer, instinctively stepping just slightly in front of her line of sight.
âDo you want to go inside?â Charles asked quietly.
Y/N shook her head quickly. Too quickly.
âIâm fine,â she said.
She wasnât.
Everyone there knew it.
The Confrontation
Her father called her name.
Loud enough that heads turned.
Loud enough that the cameras nearby shifted.
Y/N flinched.
âYouâre eighteen now,â he said, stepping closer. âYou donât have to stay with them. You can come with me.â
The words hit like a punch.
Stay with them.
Like she hadnât fought for her place here.
Like the people around her werenât her family.
Before she could respond, someone stepped in front of her.
Then another.
And another.
Suddenly, she couldnât even see him anymore.
Just the backs of the grid.
A wall.
Solid.
Unmoving.
âNo,â Oscar said simply.
Charlesâ voice was calm but firm. âYou need to leave.â
There was no shouting. No scene.
Just quiet, controlled protection.
And somehow, that made it feel even stronger.
âIâm Fineâ
Later, back in the garage, Kimi and Ollie found her.
Kimi crossed his arms, watching her carefully.
Ollie leaned against the table, eyes narrowed slightly.
âYou okay?â Ollie asked.
Y/N didnât even hesitate.
âYeah.â
Kimi didnât believe her for a second.
âYouâre lying,â he said bluntly.
She forced a smile. âI said Iâm fine.â
Silence.
Ollie sighed softly. âWeâre not pushing. Just⌠donât shut us out, yeah?â
She nodded.
But her hands were still shaking.
The Race
When she got into the car, everything felt⌠off.
The track blurred differently.
The radio chatter felt too loud.
Her thoughts kept drifting back.
To his voice.
To his words.
âYou can come with me.â
Her grip tightened on the wheel.
Focus.
She had to focus.
The Incident
It happened fast.
Too fast.
A misjudged corner.
A slight loss of control.
The car spun.
The world flipped into motion.
And thenâ
Stillness.
The radio crackled with urgent voices.
But Y/N didnât respond.
They Break Protocol
Back on track, Kimiâs heart dropped.
âRed flag?â he asked, voice tight.
No answer came fast enough.
Ollie had already slowed.
âWhere is she?â
The location came through.
And something in both of them snapped.
They didnât wait.
Didnât think.
They turned back.
Something drivers donât do.
Something that had never happened like this before.
Getting to Her
By the time they reached the scene, marshals were already thereâbut Kimi and Ollie were out of their cars before anyone could stop them.
âY/N!â
No response.
Ollieâs hands shook as he reached her first.
âSheâs breathing,â he said quickly, voice tight with relief.
Kimi stayed right there, refusing to move even when staff told them to step back.
âNo,â he said. âWeâre staying.â
The Hospital
The waiting room was too quiet.
Too still.
The entire grid had shown up.
Nobody said it, but nobody was leaving either.
When her father tried to enterâ
He didnât make it past the door.
Max.
Charles.
Oscar.
Even others stepped in.
âNot happening,â someone said.
Firm. Final.
When She Wakes
The first thing Y/N noticed was the quiet hum of machines.
The secondâ
Voices.
Familiar ones.
ââŚsheâs waking up.â
Her eyes fluttered open.
And there they were.
Kimi, right next to her.
Ollie, leaning forward instantly.
âYou scared us,â Ollie said, voice rough.
Kimi didnât say anythingâhe just reached out, squeezing her hand.
And then the rest of the room filled in.
Oscar.
Charles.
So many faces.
All there.
All worried.
All hers.
âYouâre not getting rid of us,â Oscar said lightly.
Y/N blinked, her throat tight.
ââŚokay,â she whispered.
After
Later, when things calmed down, she finally said it.
Quietly.
âI didnât want him there.â
Kimi nodded immediately. âThen he wonât be.â
Ollie added, âYou donât deal with that alone. Ever.â
please aaany fic that the reader is bts 8th member + f1 driver
đ¤đď¸ âTHE GIRL WHO DIDNâT CAREâ
pairing: BTS x platonic!8th member!Driver!reader x F1 grid
genre: found family, comfort, defiance, self-worth, fame pressure, chaotic humor, BTS x F1 crossover
warnings: mentions of media criticism / public hate (no violence), lots of supportive chaos, language
summary:
When the world decided to doubt her, Y/N didnât fight back â she just performed. And with one song, one stage, and seven brothers behind her, she reminded everyone exactly who she was.
đ The World Turns Ugly
It started small â whispers in interviews, snide comments on social media.
âShe only got that F1 seat because of her fame.â
âSheâs not serious about racing â sheâs an idol first.â
âSheâs too soft for this sport.â
Then came the think pieces.
Clips from her rookie mistakes, slowed down and dissected.
Reporters who smiled to her face, then wrote paragraphs about âthe decline of professionalism in F1.â
You didnât react.
Not once.
Which, of course, made them angrier.
đď¸ The Media
They tried baiting you every race weekend.
âY/N, how do you respond to the criticism that youâre more performer than driver?â
âDo you think BTS fame distracts from your racing career?â
âSome say youâre taking up a seat more deserving of a âreal racerââcare to comment?â
Your replies were polite, short, and devastatingly boring.
âI just focus on driving.â
âIâm grateful for my team.â
âNext question?â
đď¸ The Grid Fights Back
You didnât need to speak.
The drivers did for you.
Lewis on Sky Sports:
âSheâs training harder than half the grid. Iâve seen her telemetry. Sheâs the real deal.â
George to a journalist:
âIf she was a man, no one would question her focus.â
Charles:
âIf you donât respect her, that says more about you than her.â
Carlos:
âSheâs been consistent all season. Consistency doesnât come from marketing.â
Lando, during a Twitch stream:
âPeople act like she sings in the car mid-race. Bro, sheâs literally out-qualifying veterans. Calm down.â
Max:
âLet her drive. Sheâs not here for your approval.â
Daniel:
âIf she ever wants to give them an F-you, Iâll print the T-shirt.â
The fandoms went feral.
#WeStandWithYN trended worldwide.
ARMYs and F1 fans joined forces for once â and that never happens.
But you?
Still silent.
đŹ [BTS GC: âprotect the childâ]
Jin: i swear if i read one more nasty article iâm calling dispatch myself
Yoongi: let them talk. sheâs working.
Namjoon: agreed. her results speak louder.
Hobi: sheâs fine, but i hate how cruel people get.
Tae: should we post something supportive?
Jimin: maybe just emojis.
Jungkook: sheâs pretending not to care but sheâs definitely heard it.
Y/N: i can see this chat, geniuses.
All: âŚ
Y/N: donât worry about it. iâm fine. really.
Yoongi: youâre planning something arenât you
Y/N: maybe :)
đ¤ âIDOLâ Announcement
When HYBE dropped the teaser, the internet combusted.
âBTS â IDOL (2025 Reimagined)â
Performance debut: Seoul Grand Prix weekend.
The same week F1 came to Korea.
The same week the criticism was at its peak.
Coincidence? Yeah, sure.
đ§ BTS PRESS CONFERENCE
Reporter: âThe new version of IDOLâdoes it have a message?â
Namjoon: smiling softly âIt always has.â
Taehyung: âItâs about pride. Confidence. Being yourself no matter who doubts you.â
Yoongi: âItâs not a response. Itâs a reminder.â
The cameras flash.
The headlines spin.
You donât say a word.
đ SEOUL GRAND PRIX WEEKEND
You arrive in your black Mercedes race suit, BTS logo stitched on the collar.
Fans scream your name.
Reporters hover like flies, desperate for comment.
You give them the same small smile as always.
Then disappear into the paddock with your earbuds in.
đ¤ The Performance: âIDOL (2025 Version)â
The lights go out.
Drums roll.
And the stage explodes with color.
BTS appears in bright hanboks, the beat heavy and defiant.
The crowd screams.
And then â
You step out.
Wearing your racing gloves, mic in hand, grinning like a storm.
Jungkook hits the first verse.
Taehyung spins.
Hobi jumps.
The crowdâs wild â but itâs when you join the chorus that the internet dies.
âYou canât stop me lovinâ myself!â
You shout it like a challenge.
Like a battle cry.
Like the response you refused to give to reporters for months.
The camera zooms in as you rap Yoongiâs verse beside him, eyes sharp, tone playful:
âThey point fingers, I could care less â my world, my rules, my success.â
The crowd goes feral.
ARMYs crying. F1 fans screaming. Toto Wolff somewhere in the crowd, clapping slowly with a look that says âI told you she was unstoppable.â
And when the final chorus drops â all eight of you jump, lights flashing, hands raised, shouting together:
âYou canât stop me lovinâ myself!â
đśď¸ AFTERMATH: THE INTERNET MELTDOWN
ARMY Twitter:
âShe didnât clap back. She performed back.â
âThatâs how you clear a rumor â with choreography.â
F1 Twitter:
âShe basically told the entire paddock she doesnât care and then qualified P2.â
âThe line between idol and driver doesnât exist anymore. Sheâs both.â
Reporters:
âPerhaps we misjudged Y/Nâs focus.â
âHer statement through art was louder than any interview.â
đŹ [F1 GC, after the performance]
Lando: i got goosebumps
Charles: i teared up ngl
Carlos: her confidence is scary. in a good way.
Lewis: thatâs how you handle hate. elegance.
George: she didnât even say a word. queen behavior.
Max: i wouldâve yelled back. she just⌠danced??
Daniel: and won the weekend.
Oscar: legend behavior.
Alex: weâre getting BTS merch now right
Pierre: already ordered
đŹ [BTS GC AFTER STAGE]
Jin: did you see the crowd??
Yoongi: she killed it.
Hobi: SHEâS OUR STAR!!!
Namjoon: that was everything we wanted it to be.
Jimin: she didnât just sing it. she lived it.
Tae: our little sister just told off the world with one lyric.
Jungkook: iâm stealing her gloves.
Y/N: i told you i didnât care :)
đď¸ POST-RACE INTERVIEW
Reporter: âY/N, IDOL seemed like a bold statement. Was it a message to critics?â
You laugh. âNo. It was just fun. I like that song.â
You wink at the camera.
âBesides, I donât need to explain who I am. I already know.â
đ ENDING SCENE
BTS and the Mercedes team wait at parc fermĂŠ.
You park the car, step out, helmet off â smiling, hair damp, pride blazing.
Jungkookâs first to hug you.
Taehyung lifts your arm like you just won a world title.
Yoongi pats your shoulder, muttering, âThatâs our maknae.â
The crowd chants your name.
Every headline screams your quote.
âI donât need to explain who I am. I already know.â
đ âThe Grid vs. Y/Nâs Skull Panda Obsessionâ
Pairing: Platonic! Max Verstappen x little sister!reader, F1 grid x platonic!driver!Reader
Genre: Chaos, sibling energy, crack, fluff, found family
Warnings: Competitive unboxing, Max pretending not to care, drivers confused by blind boxes
A/N: I know absolutely nothing about Skull Panda except that they are cute and addictive and I know for a FACT Y/N would absolutely get the entire grid involved.
@yukihimetenshi16 reqs: Could you make a Max Verstappen x Reader story where the reader is a Skull Panda fan? I love watching blind box unboxing videos âââ(ËśË ęł ËËś)ââžâž
The paddock learns very quickly that Y/N Verstappen has two main personality traits.
She is terrifyingly competitive on track.
She is completely obsessed with Skull Panda figures.
It starts small.
One tiny figure sitting on the counter in your driver room.
Then another.
Then another.
Then suddenly your entire engineering table has little Skull Panda figures lined up in perfect order like they are part of race strategy.
By Monaco, you have them clipped to your bag.
By Silverstone, you have a special display shelf in the garage.
By Spa, even your mechanics know which ones are your favorites.
And Max?
Max pretends he does not know a single thing about them.
âWhy does this one have a tiny umbrella?â Max asks, staring suspiciously at a figure.
You snatch it away immediately.
âDonât touch her.â
ââŚYou named it?â
âHer name is not important. Her vibes are.â
Max stares at you.
âYou are so weird.â
You grin.
âYou drove a GT car under a fake name for fun.â
ââŚFair.â
Eventually your team decides this obsession is too funny not to use for content.
So someone in media comes up with an idea.
A challenge.
Every driver on the gridâincluding the rookiesâhas to go out and buy one random Skull Panda blind box.
Then they all bring them back for one giant unboxing video with you.
The second you hear the idea, you nearly fall out of your chair.
âYouâre serious?â
Your media manager nods.
âWe already sent the drivers.â
âOh my God.â
The Shopping Trip Disaster
Not a single driver knows what theyâre looking for.
Which makes the footage ten times funnier.
Lando walks into a toy store and immediately looks overwhelmed.
âThere are too many tiny people in boxes.â
The employee asks if he needs help.
âI need emotional support.â
Oscar picks the first box he sees.
âStatistically theyâre all the same.â
The employee tries to explain the rare figures.
Oscar nods politely.
Still picks the nearest one.
Charles is weirdly invested.
âThis one has stars. She would like stars.â
He spends fifteen minutes choosing the âperfect vibe.â
George researches the whole thing beforehand.
He has notes.
He knows the names of the collections.
He arrives with three boxes because he âwanted to maximize the odds.â
You stare at him in awe.
Kimi asks someone in the store:
âWhich one would a Verstappen like?â
The employee laughs.
Kimi is completely serious.
Ollie buys one because the box was purple.
âThat seems like something sheâd enjoy.â
And honestly?
You do.
Then thereâs Max.
Max absolutely refuses to participate at first.
âIâm not buying little dolls.â
âYes you are,â you tell him.
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
Then somehow, two days later, there is footage of Max standing in a shop in Monaco holding two Skull Panda boxes and looking deeply annoyed.
âI still donât understand what these are.â
The employee asks if he wants gift wrapping.
âThey are not gifts.â
The Unboxing Video
Your team sets everything up in the paddock during race week.
Thereâs a table.
A giant pile of boxes.
And you sitting in the middle already vibrating with excitement.
âThis is the best day of my life.â
Max is sitting beside you looking like he regrets every decision that led him here.
First box: Lando.
You open it dramatically.
Itâs a cute sleepy figure with stars.
You gasp.
âOh my God. Sheâs adorable.â
Lando beams.
âI knew youâd like her.â
âYou picked this?â
âNo, actually I panicked.â
Oscarâs box is next.
You open it.
Blink.
Then burst out laughing.
Itâs one with the most blank expression imaginable.
You hold it up beside Oscarâs face.
The resemblance is terrifying.
Even Oscar laughs.
âThatâs fair.â
Charles gets a super pretty rare one.
You nearly scream.
âCHARLES!â
âWhat? Is it good?â
âITâS SO GOOD.â
He smiles proudly like he personally handcrafted it.
Georgeâs turn is somehow even worse.
He got the exact one you had been hunting for for weeks.
You stare at it.
Then at him.
âYou have no idea what youâve done.â
George looks terrified.
âIs that good or bad?â
âIâm stealing it.â
Kimiâs box has one with little racing goggles.
You immediately point at him.
âYou did that on purpose.â
Kimi shrugs.
âI guessed.â
Then finallyâ
Maxâs turn.
You narrow your eyes suspiciously.
âYou better not have picked a boring one.â
âI literally just grabbed one.â
You open it.
Pause.
Then slowly look up.
Itâs one of the rarest figures in the collection.
The prettiest one.
The one youâve wanted forever.
The entire room erupts.
âNo way.â
âYouâre kidding.â
âTHATâS THE ONE?â
You are actually speechless.
Max looks at the figure.
Then at you.
ââŚIs that good?â
You launch yourself at him so hard he nearly falls out of his chair.
âYOU GOT ME THE SECRET ONE!â
Max is laughing now.
Actually laughing.
âOkay, okay!â
The video goes viral instantly.
Fans love it.
The comments are full of:
âMax pretending not to care but getting the rare one is sibling magic.â
âGeorge did RESEARCH.â
âOscar picking the one that looked exactly like him is so on brand.â
âCharles choosing based on vibes is killing me.â
And most importantly:
âY/N Verstappen forcing the grid into her hyperfixation is the best thing to happen to Formula 1.â
By the end of the season, half the grid has accidentally gotten into Skull Pandas too.
Lando has three.
Oscar has one sitting on his desk.
Charles buys one whenever he sees them.
And Max?
Max still claims he doesnât care.
But when you show up to the paddock one day missing a figure from your collection, he quietly hands you a small box.
Can you write a F1 fanfic with all the drivers were reader gets a lot of hate because lately people say that she is so closed off. But it's actually because reader is struggling with anxiety. The drivers also noticed that and are there for her and are very supportive. When they see the hate online, they defend reader. Could you write it that Oscar and Lando are close friends with reader?
Thank you in advance!!
đ âShe Wasnât ColdâShe Was Just Trying to Breathe.â
Pairing: Platonic! 2025 F1 Grid x Fem!Driver!Reader
Genre: Angst â Comfort, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Grid
Warnings: Anxiety, online hate, emotional distress (handled gently)
A/N: This one is softer, a little heavier, but with a lot of comfort. Y/N isnât âcoldââsheâs overwhelmed. And thankfully, sheâs not alone.
At first, no one really notices.
Because on the outside?
You look fine.
Calm.
Quiet.
Composed.
You answer questions politely in interviews.
You nod during debriefs.
You keep your head down and do your job.
If anything, the media calls you âmature for your age.â
Reserved.
Focused.
Professional.
But then the comments start.
Not in the paddock.
Online.
âSheâs so boring.â
âNo personality.â
âWhy is she always so stiff?â
âShe acts like she doesnât even want to be there.â
âCompare her to other driversâno charisma.â
At first, you ignore it.
Youâve been trained to.
Media training.
PR guidelines.
âDonât read comments.â
But curiosity is a dangerous thing.
And one night, in a hotel room halfway across the world, you scroll.
Just a little.
Just enough.
And it sticks.
Itâs Not That Youâre Cold
Itâs just that your brain never really⌠quiets.
Race weekends are loud.
Engines.
Radios.
Crowds.
Expectations.
Your thoughts layer on top of it all:
Donât mess this up.
Theyâre watching.
Youâre not doing enough.
Say the right thing.
Donât be awkward.
Donât be wrong.
And suddenly, something as simple as answering a question feels like navigating a minefield.
So you keep it short.
Safe.
Controlled.
Because if you donât say muchâ
You canât say the wrong thing.
Lando Notices First
Lando has known you long enough to tell when somethingâs off.
Itâs small things.
You laugh less.
You hesitate before speaking.
You overthink even simple questions.
One day, after a media session, he catches up to you in the paddock.
âHey,â he says casually. âYou okay?â
You nod immediately.
âYeah.â
Too fast.
Too automatic.
Lando tilts his head.
ââŚYou sure?â
You force a smile.
âIâm fine.â
He doesnât push.
But he doesnât believe you either.
Oscar Sees It Clearly
Oscar notices in a different way.
He sees it in the pauses.
The way you rehearse answers in your head before speaking.
The way your hands fidget when you think no oneâs looking.
The way you go quiet when too many people are around.
He doesnât ask immediately.
Oscar isnât like that.
He just starts⌠staying nearby more.
Sitting next to you in briefings.
Walking with you to media.
Standing close enough that you donât feel alone in crowded rooms.
The Breaking Point
It happens after a race weekend.
Not a bad one.
Not a great one.
Just⌠average.
You finish P9.
Decent points.
Nothing dramatic.
But online?
The comments are worse.
âShe has no presence.â
âWhy is she even here?â
âShe looks miserable all the time.â
âReplace her.â
That night, you sit on the floor of your hotel room.
Phone in your hand.
Chest tight.
Breathing shallow.
You try to take a deep breath.
It doesnât work.
Try again.
Still doesnât work.
Your thoughts spiral.
Faster. Louder.
Too much.
You Donât Realize You Called Lando
But you did.
And he answers immediately.
âHeyâ?â
He hears it.
The silence.
The uneven breathing.
âY/N?â
You try to speak.
âIâmâ I donâtâ I canâtââ
Your voice breaks.
And suddenly youâre crying.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just quiet, overwhelmed tears youâve been holding in for weeks.
âI donât know why itâs so hard,â you whisper.
âIâm trying. I justâ I canât⌠breathe right.â
Thereâs a pause.
Then Landoâs voice softens instantly.
âHey. Itâs okay. Iâve got you.â
They Show Up
You donât expect it.
But twenty minutes later, thereâs a knock at your door.
You open it.
And thereâs Lando.
And Oscar.
You blink.
âYou didnât have toââ
âWe did,â Lando says simply, walking in.
Oscar closes the door gently behind him.
âNo arguments.â
They donât overwhelm you.
They donât bombard you with questions.
They just sit.
One on either side of you.
Grounding.
Present.
âBreathe with me,â Lando says quietly.
âIn⌠and out.â
He does it slowly.
You follow.
It takes a while.
But eventuallyâ
Your breathing steadies.
The Truth Comes Out
You stare at the floor.
âI think somethingâs wrong with me.â
Oscar shakes his head immediately.
âNo.â
You frown.
âI canât even talk normally without overthinking everything.â
Lando nudges your shoulder.
âThatâs called anxiety. Not failure.â
You swallow.
ââŚIt doesnât feel normal.â
Oscar speaks this time.
âIt doesnât have to be normal to be real.â
The Next Day
You donât expect anything to change.
But it does.
Subtly.
Quietly.
Lando stays glued to your side during media.
Cracking jokes.
Taking attention off you when he can.
If you hesitate, he jumps in.
If you go quiet, he doesnât make it awkward.
Oscar keeps things steady.
If interviews get overwhelming, he redirects questions.
If you seem tense, he changes the topic.
If you need space, he creates it without making it obvious.
The Grid Notices
It doesnât take long.
Lewis sees it in your posture.
Charles notices how Lando hovers a little more.
Max notices how Oscar never leaves you alone in crowded areas.
They piece it together.
And just like thatâ
Youâre not alone anymore.
The Silent Support
No one makes it a big deal.
They just⌠adjust.
Lewis checks in quietly.
âTake your time with answers,â he tells you. âNo rush.â
Charles smiles at you before interviews.
âYouâre doing better than you think.â
Max, in his own way, says:
âPeople talk. Doesnât mean theyâre right.â
The Online Hate
It doesnât stop.
But the response changes.
Clips start circulating of Lando stepping in during interviews.
Fans notice Oscar always sitting beside you.
Lewis defending âquiet personalitiesâ in press conferences.
Charles praising your work ethic.
Max shutting down criticism bluntly:
âSheâs fast. Thatâs what matters.â
The narrative starts shifting.
Slowly.
But it shifts.
The Moment
One day, during an interview, you pause.
Same as always.
The question sits in the air.
Normally, youâd panic.
Overthink.
Rush.
But this timeâ
You hear Lando beside you, casually humming.
Oscar taps the table lightly.
Grounding.
You breathe.
And answer.
Clearly.
Simply.
Confidently.
Afterward, Lando grins.
âSee? Easy.â
You roll your eyes slightly.
âIt wasnât easy.â
Oscar shrugs.
âStill did it.â
Epilogue
Youâre still quiet.
Still reserved.
Still you.
But now?
You donât feel like youâre drowning in it.
Because youâve learned something important.
Youâre not âtoo much.â
Youâre not ânot enough.â
Youâre just someone learning how to exist in a very loud world.
And thankfully?
Youâre surrounded by people who will sit in the quiet with you.
hiiii, iâm literally obsessed with your writing and i was wondering if you could do another stray kids story? reader is the maknae and a driver and she and hyunjin maybe have a very close relationship like on and off stage and have the drivers see it in either the paddock or during a performance? i loved your other stray kids fics so much:)
âFront Row Seats to Something They Donât Understandâ
Before the grid ever knew her as a driver, before commentators learned how to say her name properly, before cameras caught onto the way she carried herself like she belongedâ
Y/N was just a kid in a uniform, sitting in a classroom at SOPA.
And two rows over, leaning back in his chair like rules were more of a suggestion than a requirement, was Hwang Hyunjin.
They didnât become friends instantly.
It started with familiarity.
Shared schedules.
Same building.
Recognizing each other in passing.
Hyunjin was already known for his visuals, his presence, the way people naturally gravitated toward him.
Y/N was quieterâbut not unnoticed.
There was something about her. Something steady. Something focused.
Sheâd leave early sometimes, bag slung over her shoulder, muttering something about âtraining.â
Hyunjin noticed.
One day, he followed herânot in a creepy way, more in a curiosity finally winning kind of way.
What he found wasnât a dance studio.
It was a track.
Not Formula 1ânot yetâbut enough to understand.
Helmet. Gloves. Speed.
Hyunjin stood there longer than he meant to.
When she finally noticed him, she pulled off her helmet, hair messy, eyes sharp.
âYouâre lost,â she said.
He blinked. âYouâre insane.â
She laughed.
That was the start.
BEFORE STRAY KIDS, BEFORE F1
Their friendship grew in the gaps between schedules.
Hyunjin would complain about choreography, and Y/N would listen while stretching sore muscles from training.
Y/N would rant about lap times and racing lines, and Hyunjin would nod like he understood (he didnât, but he tried).
They didnât need to be the same to get along.
They just needed to understand what it meant to chase something relentlessly.
When Hyunjin debuted in Stray Kids, Y/N showed up quietly.
No cameras. No announcements.
Just a hoodie, a mask, and a small smile backstage.
âI told you youâd make it,â she said.
He rolled his eyes. âYouâre next.â
She didnât say anything.
But she was already working toward it.
ENTER: STRAY KIDSâ 9TH MEMBER
When Y/N was announced as the ninth member of Stray Kids, the reaction was⌠loud.
Confusion. Curiosity. Skepticism.
But one thing grounded everything:
Stay already knew her name.
Because Hyunjin had mentioned her before.
Not directly. Not loudly.
But enough.
Enough for fans to connect the dots.
The SOPA friend.
The one he always seemed relaxed around.
The one who showed up quietly but stayed consistently.
Their dynamic became something fans adored instantly.
Not romantic.
Not forced.
Just⌠familiar.
THE GRID MEETS HER
Fast forward.
Rookie season.
The only girl on the grid.
Y/N stepped into the paddock like sheâd been there beforeâeven though she hadnât.
The drivers clocked her immediately.
Oscar: observant.
Kimi: curious
Ollie : slightly intimidated.
Charles: respectful
Lewis: not even phased
But what confused them?
Was when Hyunjin showed up.
PADDOCK CONFUSION
The first time Stray Kids visited a Grand Prix, it felt like two completely different worlds collided.
The paddock was used to celebrities.
They were not used to this energy.
Eight chaotic, loud, affectionate membersâand one Y/N in the middle of it, somehow both grounding them and being the source of half the chaos.
Hyunjin spotted her first.
He didnât wave.
He just walked straight up to her, like muscle memory.
âYouâre late,â he said.
She raised an eyebrow. âYouâre not even part of this world.â
âI still got here before you.â
âDebatable.â
The grid watched this interaction like it was a foreign language.
Lando leaned toward Oscar. âWhy is he talking to her like that?â
Oscar shrugged. âHeâs not scared of her.â
âShould he be?â
ââŚYes.â
THEIR DYNAMIC (ACCORDING TO THE GRID)
Hyunjin adjusted her collar absentmindedly before she went to interviews.
She stole his water bottle without asking.
They bickered constantlyâbut never seriously.
It wasnât loud affection.
It was comfortable.
Familiar.
The kind of closeness that didnât need to be explained.
Kimi blinked. âThey act like siblings.â
Ollie frowned. âBut also like rivals?â
Lewis smiled. âThey grew up together.â
And suddenly, it made sense.
THE PERFORMANCE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
The grid had heard Y/N was an idol.
They hadnât seen it.
That changed when Stray Kids were invited to perform before a race weekend.
The drivers expected something like⌠background music.
They got a full-scale performance.
Lights. Bass. Precision.
And Y/N?
She wasnât the calm rookie driver anymore.
She was sharp. Intense. Magnetic.
Her movements hit every beat with exact control.
Her expressions shifted effortlesslyâconfidence, playfulness, power.
And Hyunjin?
Matched her.
Noâchallenged her.
There was a moment in the choreography where they faced each other.
Not touching.
Not interacting dramatically.
But the energy between them?
Competitive. Electric.
The kind of silent âkeep upâ theyâd been doing since SOPA days.
The grid noticed immediately.
Max crossed his arms. âTheyâre competing.â
Charles shook his head. âNo. Theyâre pushing each other.â
Lewis just nodded. âThatâs history.â
BACKSTAGE AFTER
Hyunjin found her first again.
âYou missed a beat,â he said casually.
She scoffed. âYou were off-center.â
âExcuses.â
âProjection.â
They stared at each other for a secondâ
Then both laughed.
Chan walked by, shaking his head. âTheyâve been like this for years.â
Felix nodded. âItâs kind of scary.â
THE GRID UNDERSTANDS (SORT OF)
After that performance, everything clicked.
The discipline.
The control.
The quiet confidence.
It wasnât just Formula 1.
It wasnât just K-pop.
It was the same mindset in two different forms.
Ollie approached her carefully later.
âSo⌠youâve always been like that?â
She tilted her head. âLike what?â
He gestured vaguely. âGood at everything.â
She laughed. âNo. Just stubborn.â
FULL CIRCLE
Back in the paddock, Hyunjin leaned against the barrier while she got ready for qualifying.
âYou nervous?â he asked.
She adjusted her gloves. âNo.â
âLiar.â
She smirked. âA little.â
He nodded. âGood. Means you care.â
She looked at him thenâreally looked.
From SOPA classrooms.
To debut stages.
To world tours.
To Formula 1 grids.
âYou came far,â she said.
He shrugged. âSo did you.â
EPILOGUE
To Stay, they were a story years in the making.
To the grid, they were something fascinating.
To each other?
They were just⌠consistent.
Through everything.
Through every version of themselves.
And when the lights went out on Sunday, and Y/N launched off the lineâ
Somewhere in the paddock, Hyunjin watched with a small, knowing smile.
Because heâd seen her long before the world did.
(enhypen x platonic!8th member!reader, 17yo so maknae)
A/N: Some of you guys are questioning me, but to me, it feels more accurate to the group dynamic for her to refer to the other members using the same term they use with each other:Â hyung. It's a way of highlighting that she's part of the brotherhood and an equal member of the group. Either way Enhypen will always be 7 in my eyes.
8:00 AM â dorm chaos
the first sound of the morning was you groaning into your pillow.
âfive more minutesâŚâ you mumbled.
âyah, y/n, we have class before practice today.â jungwonâs leader voice cut through the air like an alarm clock.
you sat up, hair sticking out in every direction, blinking at the worksheet jay had dropped on your lap. âparticles? now?â
jay smirked. âyes, now. breakfast and grammar. it builds character.â
âi hate you.â
jake popped his head in from the kitchen, holding up toast. âcheer up, kid. at least you get food bribery.â
you stared at the toast suspiciously. âdo i have to conjugate verbs before i get that?â
jay: âyes.â
you: groans louder
10:30 AM â language class
your teacher had just finished explaining sentence endings when she asked you to read a line from the textbook.
âě ë⌠ě´âŚ 읤íźâŚ ě˘ěí´ě,â you said, stumbling.
the members sitting behind you in disguise as âsupportive siblingsâ snickered.
ni-ki whispered, âyou sound like me when i was twelve.â
sunoo clapped sarcastically. âcongratulations, baby! you can order coffee now!â
you threw your pencil at him.
the teacher just smiled. âsheâs improving. good job, y/n.â
2:00 PM â dance practice
halfway through learning formations for bite me, you messed up the count again.
âsorry!â you yelped, switching sides too late.
heeseung laughed, pulling you into position. âyouâre fine. just donât run into me again or iâm filing a complaint.â
âfile it in korean then,â you shot back.
the whole room gasped like youâd roasted him into oblivion.
sunghoon: âooooh, maknae got jokes now.â
4:00 PM â vlive moment
sunoo went live, dragging you with him. chat immediately filled with:
ây/n speak korean plssss.â
âtest her language skills!!â
sunoo grinned. âokay, introduce yourself in korean. go.â
you froze. âuh⌠annyeonghaseyo⌠jeoneun⌠enhypen maknae⌠y/n-imnida⌠iâm 17 years old⌠oh wait, i wasnât supposed to say that in english, right?â
sunoo wheezed. âguys, subtitles for y/n please.â
the chat exploded with hearts and crying emojis.
6:30 PM â fansign event
a fan leaned forward, speaking fast. you caught âfavorite,â âdark blood,â and âsong,â but then your brain blanked.
ââŚuhhhhâŚâ you panicked. âi⌠like⌠um, my favoriteâŚ ë ¸ë⌠isââ
jungwon immediately leaned over. âsheâs saying her favorite song changes, but right now itâs chaconne.â
the fan nodded sweetly and told you you were cute. you beamed, cheeks red, and whispered to jungwon, âleader-nim saves my life again.â
he ruffled your hair. âalways.â
9:00 PM â interview madness
the mc turned to you. ây/n-ssi, how was preparing for this comeback?â
you smiled nervously. âě°ěľâŚ was very hardâŚ ęˇźë° fun! ě°ëŚŹ team⌠work⌠ě´ěŹí.â
the boys exploded into laughter.
jake quickly translated: âshe means, practice was difficult but fun, and we worked very hard as a team.â
the interviewer chuckled, âah, subtitles for y/n.â
it trended online later.
11:30 PM â back at dorms
you sat on the floor, surrounded by worksheets. ni-ki lay upside down on the couch, quizzing you half-heartedly.
âsay apple.â
âěŹęłź.â
âsay i eat apple.â
ââŚë⌠ěŹęłźâŚ eat?â
ni-ki clapped like youâd just won a medal. âperfect!â
âthatâs wrong!â jay shouted from the kitchen.
you pouted. âheâs nicer than you.â
jay sighed, walking over. âcome on, baby. one more try. say: i eat apples.â
âě ë⌠ěŹęłźëĽźâŚ 먚ě´ě.â
jay froze. ââŚthatâs actually right.â
the whole dorm erupted into cheers, sunghoon shaking your shoulders, sunoo screaming, jake lifting you off the ground like youâd won survival show again.
and you? you grinned so wide your cheeks hurt.
because yeah, maybe you still needed subtitles, but you were getting there. and enhypenâyour chaotic, teasing, protective older brothersâwould be there every step of the way.
International Edition
1:00 PM â airport chaos
staff had warned you to keep your answers simple when reporters called questions, but did you listen? absolutely not.
reporter: ây/n! how do you feel about flying overseas?â
you: âuhhh⌠ëší기⌠scary⌠but also cool⌠i bring⌠snacks?â
jay literally facepalmed. âshe said: flying is scary but cool, and she brought snacks.â
the fancams went viral. caption: subtitles for y/n: airport edition.
7:00 PM â first intl fansign
an american fan greeted you in english. you lit up instantly.
âoh my gosh hiiii!â you chirped, forgetting you were supposed to stick to short greetings. âthank you so much for supporting us! your nails are so cute by the way, whereâd you get them done?â
the translator sitting next to you just stared, overwhelmed. meanwhile, sunghoon leaned over like, âsee? this is her true form. talkative menace.â
the fan left crying happy tears, and sunghoon muttered, âsheâs unstoppable in english.â
10:00 PM â backstage with txt
soobin had heard the rumors. he found you backstage and asked, âis it true you mix korean and english in one sentence?â
you blinked. ââŚyes?â
he grinned. âsay something.â
you thought for a second. âě¤ë 돴ë⌠was so fun! ë´ energy⌠like boom-boom.â
txt collapsed laughing. yeonjun immediately posted on weverse: y/n invented a new dialect. weâre all switching to it.
enhypen scolded them later: âdonât encourage her!!â
12:00 AM â vlive after intl tour stop
chat: ây/n whatâs your fav part about performing abroad?â
you: âumm⌠the fans! their energy is⌠ë돴 crazy. and also⌠ěě⌠delicious. i ate like, three burgers yesterday.â
heeseung: âstop exposing yourself.â
chat lost it. clips titled ây/n: professional idol, professional eaterâ trended within hours.
2:00 AM â dorm convo with staff
manager hyung sighed while updating your schedule. ây/n, your korean is improving, butââ
âbut subtitles still necessary?â you asked innocently.
he chuckled. âyeah. but itâs your charm now. fans love it.â
from across the room, sunoo shouted: âsee?! youâre a walking k-drama with subs!â
bonus: other idols roasting you
le sserafimâs eunchae once told you on a show, âunnie, i think i speak better korean than you.â you almost cried. enhypen laughed for 10 minutes straight.
newjeansâ hanni whispered in english, âdonât worry, iâll be your translator if youâre mine.â instant besties.
seventeenâs hoshi tried speaking to you slowly in korean like you were five. you squinted at him and answered in full english just to spite him. enhypen cheered.
closing scene
back in the dorms, you were scrolling through fancams of yourself with âsubtitles for y/nâ edits.
âlook,â you giggled, showing ni-ki. âthey literally wrote âmaknae language unlocked.ââ
ni-ki laughed. âthatâs your superpower.â
jay peeked over your shoulder. ânoâitâs our curse.â
but when you aced a full sentence in korean the next day, the whole group erupted into cheers again. because yeah, subtitles might still follow you everywhere, but enhypen wouldnât have you any other way.
Variety show Legend
knowing bros filming
you sat nervously in your uniform outfit while the hosts fired questions.
ây/n, introduce yourself!â kang ho-dong said.
you grinned. âěë íě¸ě⌠iâm y/n⌠maknae of enhypen⌠iâm⌠17 years old⌠and⌠i like⌠chicken?â
the entire cast burst out laughing. lee soo-geun banged the desk. âdid she just say she likes chicken?â
sunoo was already crying with laughter. âyes, thatâs her fun fact.â
later, they asked you to do aegyo in korean, and you panicked:
âoppa⌠ěŹëí´âŚ uh⌠very much!â
they had to stop filming for five minutes because everyone, including the staff, couldnât breathe from laughing.
idol radio
dj: ây/n-ssi, whatâs your favorite song right now?â
you: âuhh⌠honestly? itâs⌠um⌠âattentionâ by newjeans. the beat is⌠ë돴⌠catchy. and the chorus⌠makes me⌠dance crazy.â
jay leaned into the mic, deadpan: âtranslation: she loves the beat, itâs catchy, and it makes her dance a lot.â
dj: âah, subtitles for y/n again.â
the whole broadcast studio cracked up.
weekly idol segment
time for random play dance. you tried your best, but halfway through you forgot the move.
âěźěźěź!! not there!â heeseung shouted, dragging you to the right spot.
you pouted. âsorry, my brain⌠lagged.â
the hosts laughed so hard they replayed your âbrain lagâ moment three times on screen with big comic captions: âlagging maknae.exe.â
then came the korean quiz segment.
host: ây/n, say âi will eat delicious foodâ in korean.â
you: ââŚě ë⌠ë§ěë⌠ěě⌠eat.â
everyone: explodes.
ni-ki clapped like a seal. âlegendary answer!â
the hosts literally announced, âthis is a new dialect. we will call it y/n-ese.â
closing chaos
a month later, clips of you on these shows went viral internationally. fans edited together a whole ây/n variety show compilationâ with subtitles. the title? âthe girl who made subtitles mandatory.â
during a live, you read a comment: ây/n, your subtitles are our favorite thing.â
you laughed. âmaybe⌠one day⌠iâll be⌠fluent⌠and no subtitles needed!â
jungwon glanced at the camera. âdonât worry. weâll still tease her even when sheâs fluent.â
jay added, smirking: âyeah, subtitles or not, sheâs our baby.â
and honestly? you didnât mind. because whether in english, korean, or your chaotic mix of bothâenhypen understood you better than anyone.
Pairing: Formula 1 Grid x Driver!Blackpink5thMem!Reader
Genre: Platonic, humor, fluff, a sprinkle of pride and chaos
Warnings: Mild language, chaotic F1 boys, mentions of fame, overwork (lighthearted tone), proud besties
⌠âYou donât have to pick one dream.â
Y/N had always been fast.
Not just on the track â though the roar of her Porsche F1 engine could shake stadiums â but in life.
Fast in thought.
Fast in dreams.
Fast in the way she lived, laughed, created, and sometimes even crashed.
And somewhere between Seoul and Silverstone, between late-night vocal rehearsals and tire strategy briefings, the idea for Lifestyle began to form.
It started on a flight.
She was hunched over her notebook, headphones on, the glow of her tablet dim in the cabin. The rest of the Porsche crew was asleep, scattered across seats after another chaotic Grand Prix weekend.
But Y/N couldnât sleep. Her head was too full â of music, of engines, of noise.
Her race engineer had told her earlier that day:
âYouâve got to slow down sometime, Y/N. You canât keep chasing both roads.â
And Y/N had smiled, tight and small. Because sheâd heard that a lot.
From producers.
From team principals.
From journalists who smiled too wide when they asked how she balanced being both a world-class driver and a global idol.
It always sounded like a compliment â but it felt like a warning.
So she wrote instead.
âJet to Seoul, I barely breathe / Life moves quick, but I donât leave / They say I canât, I say I will / My world donât stop, it just stands still.â
⌠âThe garage is my green room.â
The next morning, she was back in the Porsche garage. Helmet on. Hands steady. The crew shouting, engines firing.
Lewis passed by with a grin. âMorning, superstar.â
Y/N laughed, tightening her gloves. âSays the man with seven world titles.â
Max walked past and threw her a look that was half amusement, half disbelief.
âDidnât you drop a teaser for a song like⌠twelve hours ago?â
She nodded, smirking under her helmet. âYeah. Had to finish recording it before FP1.â
Carlos, from across the paddock, yelled, âÂĄImposible!â
And Landoâs voice followed,
âBro, sheâs probably gonna debut the live version during the cooldown room.â
The entire garage erupted in laughter, and Y/N just shook her head.
They teased, but they didnât mean it badly.
The grid had seen her drive through exhaustion, perform through jet lag, and somehow stay soft-hearted through it all. She wasnât just their colleague â she was their reminder that passion doesnât have to fit one lane.
⌠âI made this for me â but I hope it helps someone else.â
When Lifestyle officially dropped, it wasnât just a release â it was a declaration.
Y/N stood backstage at the M Countdown studio, her race suit half-zipped under her stage jacket. Porscheâs logo peeked through the sequins.
The beat hit â deep, metallic, like the sound of engines warming. Her voice flowed with that same precision she used on corners at Spa.
âDonât slow me down, Iâm born to move / Fast life, full heart, nothing to prove.â
The crowd roared.
But somewhere in that noise, she heard something quieter â her own heartbeat.
After the performance, she posted a photo on Instagram:
Helmet in one hand. Mic in the other. Caption: âThis is what balance looks like. #Lifestyleâ
⌠âShe really did it.â
The grid saw it first.
Charles texted their group chat â âSheâs trending #1 in twenty countries. Also P2 in quali. Are we sure sheâs human?â
George replied, âPretty sure sheâs made of espresso and glitter.â
Then came Lewis again, quoting her song on his story:
âFast life, full heart. Keep shining, lil sis.â
Even Max â famously allergic to sentiment â commented on her post:
âAt least your musicâs faster than your pit stops đ.â
Y/N replied,
âDonât make me lap you twice.â
⌠âThis song isnât about luxury. Itâs about life.â
Weeks later, during a press conference in Austin, a reporter asked:
âY/N, Lifestyle seems like a celebration â but also⌠a message. What do you want people to take from it?â
Y/N smiled, pausing before answering.
âEveryone talks about slowing down. About balance. And yeah, I get tired too. But⌠maybe balance isnât always stillness.â
âMaybe itâs motion â choosing to chase the things that make you feel alive, even if itâs messy. Even if itâs fast.â
The room was silent for a moment.
Then the flashbulbs started again.
Lewis nudged her after. âThat was powerful, kid.â
She grinned. âI learned from the best.â
⌠âFast doesnât mean fleeting.â
Months passed. The world kept moving, and so did Y/N.
Between podiums and encores, between early mornings and late flights, she never stopped writing. Never stopped racing.
Her crew joked that she probably mixed her own songs during pit stop briefings.
Her producers joked she probably visualized sound in lap times.
But the truth was simpler.
She loved both â the music and the motion.
She wasnât splitting herself in two; she was expanding into more.
⌠Epilogue: The Monaco Night
After the Monaco GP, long after the champagne dried and the cameras left, the Porsche team stayed behind on the empty pit wall.
Y/N sat with her legs dangling over the edge, looking at the lights reflecting off the water. The city still hummed, soft and far.
Her race engineer sat beside her, quiet for a while before saying,
âYou know, when I said you couldnât do bothâŚâ
She looked over.
âYeah?â
âI was wrong.â
She smiled â the tired, honest kind that didnât need an audience.
âGood,â she said softly. âBecause this is my lifestyle.â
⌠The world catches up to her speed
Lifestyle didnât just go viral â it became a phenomenon.
It became the anthem of morning runs, late-night study sessions, and anyone trying to juggle too much but refusing to give up.
F1 adopted it too, unintentionally turning the grid into her unofficial promo team.
⌠âFast life, full heartâ â the new paddock phrase
At the next race in Singapore, the Porsche team rolled her car into the paddock with Lifestyle blasting through the speakers.
Y/N covered her face with her hands, laughing.
âGuys, pleaseââ
âItâs for morale!â her mechanics shouted back.
Later, during the driversâ parade, Carlos leaned toward her and sang off-key,
âFast life, full heart, nothinâ to proveee~â
Lando chimed in, pretending to hold a mic. âAnd sheâs still faster than you!â
The cameras caught it, of course.
#LifestyleChallenge trended that weekend.
⌠âSheâs performing at the paddock?!?â
When Porsche announced Y/N would perform Lifestyle during the Abu Dhabi season finale â her home teamâs event, in front of every driver â the world nearly combusted.
The stage was set near the pit lane, neon lights blending with the sound of engines cooling.
Y/N stood center stage, wearing her Porsche team jacket over a glittering outfit, mic in hand.
She took a deep breath.
âThis oneâs for everyone whoâs ever been told they couldnât handle more than one dream.â
The beat dropped.
The crowd â drivers, engineers, fans, and even the FIA officials â cheered like they were at a concert and a race.
Lewis was recording.
Charles was dancing.
Max⌠was actually smiling.
By the last chorus, every driver was shouting the lyrics.
âFast life, full heart, nothing to prove â this is my lifestyle!â
⌠âThe finish line isnât the end.â
That night, as fireworks exploded over Yas Marina, Y/N stood at the pit wall again. The same view, same quiet hum in her chest.
But this time, she wasnât wondering if she could keep doing both.
She knew she could.
And she knew that every fan, every little girl watching, every person who ever loved two things too much to choose â they knew it too.
I just read your seventeen maknae reader adopting TWS AND I JUST NEED MORE OF THAT IM BEGGING YOU
đĽ âmaknae of maknaes â part 2â
Summary: Y/N might be the youngest member of SEVENTEEN, but somehow she has become the unofficial leader, emotional support human, and snack provider for rookie group TWS. Now they follow her everywhere like baby ducks⌠and SEVENTEEN is slowly realizing they have accidentally become a very chaotic extended family.
Warnings: none. just ducklings, exhausted hyungs, and Y/N accidentally building a daycare center inside HYBE.
PART 1
THE DUCKLINGS DISCOVER THE PRACTICE ROOM
It started innocently.
Y/N had mentioned onceâonceâthat SEVENTEENâs practice room had better speakers than the other rooms in the building.
That was her second mistake.
Because three days later she opened the door to their dance studio and found all of TWS sitting neatly on the floor like they were attending a lecture.
Seven pairs of eyes turned toward her.
âNOONA!!â
She blinked.
ââŚwhy are you all here.â
One of them held up a sports drink like an offering.
âWe brought hydration.â
Behind her, Dino leaned against the wall and whispered, âYouâve created a cult.â
SEVENTEEN WALKS INTO THE SITUATION
The rest of SEVENTEEN arrived five minutes later.
Seungcheol stopped in the doorway.
There were seven rookies sitting cross-legged around Y/N while she explained stretching techniques like a tiny dance instructor.
âOkay, listen carefully,â she said, pointing at someoneâs knee. âIf you donât warm up your joints properly youâll regret it in five years.â
The room was silent.
Everyone was listening.
Even Woozi.
Seungcheol slowly turned to Jeonghan.
ââŚwhy are there 6 children in my practice room.â
Jeonghan shrugged.
âOur maknae adopted them.â
DUCKLING BEHAVIOR LEVEL: MAXIMUM
Once practice started, things somehow got worse.
Because the TWS members began copying everything Y/N did.
She stretches â they stretch.
She drinks water â seven bottles open.
She ties her hair â suddenly thereâs a hair-tie crisis.
Hoshi noticed it first.
ââŚtheyâre literally mirroring her.â
Joshua laughed.
âThey think sheâs the leader.â
Y/N clapped once.
âOkay! From the top!â
The ducklings immediately jumped to their feet.
Dino stared.
ââŚI trained under these people for years and they listen to you better than they listen to us.â
THE SNACK INCIDENT
After rehearsal, Y/N opened her bag.
Inside were snacks she had secretly hoarded for herself.
Granola bars. Gummies. Banana milk.
Immediately seven heads turned like radar.
âNoonaâŚâ
She sighed dramatically.
âYouâre all terrible influences on my grocery budget.â
But she passed them out anyway.
Mingyu watched in disbelief as she distributed snacks like a kindergarten teacher.
âYou realize,â he said, âyouâre feeding an entire group.â
She shrugged.
âTheyâre growing boys.â
Seungkwan whispered, âYouâre literally not that much older than them.â
âAnd?â she said.
THE VARIETY SHOW MOMENT
A week later, they all ended up on the same variety show.
The MC noticed immediately.
âY/N, why are TWS members sitting around you like bodyguards?â
Because they were.
They had somehow formed a semi-circle around her.
One of them answered proudly.
âWeâre protecting noona.â
The audience laughed.
Seungcheol buried his face in his hands.
âThis is my fault,â he muttered.
THE DANCE CHALLENGE
During filming, the producers suggested a dance challenge.
SEVENTEEN vs TWS.
The rookies looked terrified.
Until Y/N clapped her hands.
âOkay ducklings,â she said calmly. âWe practiced this.â
The entire SEVENTEEN team froze.
ââŚwe?â
Then the music started.
And suddenly TWS executed the choreography perfectly.
Sharp. Clean. Confident.
Hoshiâs jaw dropped.
âWHEN DID YOU TRAIN THEM.â
Y/N smiled.
âLunch breaks.â
Woozi stared at her.
âYouâve been secretly running a dance academy.â
THE FAN DISCOVERY
It didnât take long for fans to notice.
Soon there were compilation videos online titled:
âTWS FOLLOWING Y/N LIKE DUCKLINGS FOR 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT.â
Clips included:
⢠them carrying her bags
⢠them cheering the loudest at SEVENTEEN stages
⢠one of them holding an umbrella over her in the rain
⢠another one running across the hallway just to give her a snack
Seungkwan watched one of the edits.
ââŚwe raised a leader.â
Vernon nodded.
âSheâs powerful.â
THE DAY THEY VISITED SEVENTEENâS DORM
This was the moment things officially spiraled.
Because Y/N casually mentioned the dorm once.
âYeah our couch is super comfortable,â she said.
That was all it took.
Two days later she opened the door to find TWS standing outside with snacks.
ââŚno.â
They bowed politely.
âNoona please.â
Behind her, Mingyu peeked out.
ââŚwhy are there six teenagers at our door.â
Y/N sighed.
âField trip.â
SEVENTEEN VS THE DUCKLINGS
The dorm became chaos within minutes.
DK started teaching them vocal warmups.
Hoshi started teaching tiger poses.
Jeonghan started convincing them to prank Mingyu.
Within an hour the living room looked like a youth camp.
Y/N sat in the middle of it all eating chips.
âThis is fine,â she said.
Seungcheol stared at the ceiling.
âI am aging rapidly.â
THE MOMENT THAT MADE EVERYONE SOFT
Later that night things quieted down.
The rookies sat around the living room talking.
One of them spoke shyly.
âNoona helped us a lot when we were nervous before debut.â
Another nodded.
âShe always tells us weâre doing well.â
Y/N immediately covered her face.
âStop being emotional.â
But the room was silent.
Even SEVENTEEN looked soft.
Joshua smiled gently.
âShe does that for us too.â
Dino nodded.
âOur maknae takes care of everyone.â
THE REALIZATION
As they walked the rookies to the elevator later, Seungcheol crossed his arms.
âYou know something.â
Y/N looked up.
âWhat?â
âYou didnât just adopt them.â
She tilted her head.
ââŚwhat do you mean.â
He gestured behind her.
Where the TWS members were waving goodbye enthusiastically.
âYou gave them a place to feel comfortable.â
Y/N shrugged shyly.
âTheyâre just kids.â
Seungcheol laughed.
âSo are you.â
THE NEXT MORNING
Y/N arrived at HYBE early.
Sleepy. Hoodie on. Hair messy.
She stepped into the lobby.
Immediatelyâ
âNOONA!!!â
Six voices.
She froze.
ââŚwhy are you all here at 8am.â
One proudly held up a drink.
âWe brought banana milk.â
Another handed her a bag of snacks.
âWeâre repaying our snack debt.â
She stared at them.
Then burst out laughing.
Behind them, SEVENTEEN walked in.
Seungkwan sighed dramatically.
âGreat.â
Jeonghan nodded.
âThe daycare is open again.â
Dino stretched.
âAt least theyâre well trained.â
Y/N slung an arm around two of the rookies.
âCome on ducklings,â she said. âPractice time.â
Could you write about reader looking and behaving alot like a certain driver (old or current) that people think their related and the rest make theories as to how
P.s i love your writing style
"the grid vs the oscar piastri clone"
Pairing: platonic!2025 F1 grid x driver!reader
Warnings: none, just chaos and confused drivers
A/n: someone sent two requests about this concept so i decided to combine them into one because they worked too well together đ enjoy!
There are two things the Formula 1 paddock knows for certain.
Racing is unpredictable.
Y/N L/N looks suspiciously like Oscar Piastri.
No one knows when the comparisons actually started.
Maybe it was the first press conference of the season when the rookie driver sat quietly in her chair, hands folded neatly in her lap, staring forward with the exact same calm, mildly disinterested expression that Oscar always had.
Maybe it was during testing when someone asked her a question and she answered with the most painfully dry response imaginable.
Or maybeâaccording to Landoâit was when she accidentally walked into the McLaren garage and nobody noticed for five whole minutes.
âMate,â Lando says one day, staring between the two of them like heâs watching a tennis match. âThis is getting ridiculous.â
Oscar, completely unbothered, sips his coffee.
Y/N stands beside him, equally unbothered.
They even sip at the same time.
The entire nearby group of drivers collectively pauses.
Max squints.
âAre we sure theyâre not related?â
âIâve asked,â Lando says immediately. âMultiple times.â
âAnd?â Charles asks.
âThey both just stared at me.â
Oscar shrugs slightly.
Y/N shrugs in the exact same way.
George physically turns around and walks away because he refuses to deal with whatever weird simulation glitch this is.
The thing is, itâs not just the looks.
Yes, they already share an unfortunate amount of similarities there.
Same calm expression.
Same âperpetually unimpressedâ eyes.
Same posture.
Same energy of someone who looks like theyâre quietly judging the world.
But itâs the behavior that really freaks people out.
Because Y/N is a rookie.
Yet she behaves like a slightly smaller, slightly younger version of Oscar Piastri.
Example number one:
Press conferences.
A journalist asks a question.
âY/N, how did the car feel today?â
She pauses.
Thinks.
Then says flatly,
âIt moved forward when I pressed the throttle.â
The entire room bursts into laughter.
Oscar nods approvingly.
Example number two:
Media day.
A reporter tries to stir drama.
âDo you think you can beat the more experienced drivers?â
Y/N blinks once.
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âBecause thatâs the goal.â
Silence.
Somewhere in the background, Lando collapses against a wall laughing.
Oscar, meanwhile, looks like a proud older brother.
Or possibly like heâs watching a very successful science experiment.
But the true chaos begins when the fans notice.
Because Formula 1 fans have two main hobbies:
Watching racing
Creating the most unhinged conspiracy theories imaginable
And once they noticed the Y/N and Oscar situation?
It was over.
Theory #1: Secret siblings.
âMaybe their parents kept it hidden.â
âMaybe theyâre half siblings.â
âMaybe they only just found out.â
Alex Albon reads this theory aloud in the driverâs room.
Oscar looks mildly confused.
Y/N just says,
âMy parents wouldâve mentioned that.â
Theory #2: Long lost cousins.
âOkay but what if their families are related somehow??â
Fernando, who has seen a lot in his life, sighs deeply.
âFormula 1 fans are something else.â
Theory #3: Clone experiment.
This one becomes Maxâs personal favorite.
âIâm telling you,â Max says during a driversâ dinner, pointing between them. âRed Bull secretly cloned Oscar and released version two.â
Y/N raises an eyebrow.
Oscar doesnât even react.
âVersion two?â Y/N asks.
Max nods seriously.
âYeah. Improved rookie model.â
Lando nearly chokes on his drink.
Theory #4: Oscar trained her.
This one actually gets surprisingly popular.
Fans start making long threads online analyzing their behavior.
Their posture.
Their interviews.
Their sarcasm.
Even their radio messages.
âSee? Same tone!â
âSame energy!â
âThis is clearly mentorship!â
Which leads to the funniest moment of the entire season.
Because during a press conference someone actually asks it.
âY/N, fans think Oscar might have influenced your driving style and personality. What do you think?â
The room goes quiet.
Oscar slowly turns his head toward her.
Y/N thinks about it for a moment.
Then she says calmly,
âI learned sarcasm from the internet.â
Lando loses it instantly.
But despite the jokes, the grid actually finds the whole thing kind of hilarious.
And weirdly wholesome.
Because the two of them end up getting along really well.
They sit next to each other in briefings sometimes.
They have similar humor.
Similar calm personalities.
And both of them seem perfectly content letting the rest of the grid spiral into confusion around them.
One weekend in Monaco, the resemblance finally causes the ultimate mix-up.
Oscar is supposed to go to a McLaren media session.
Y/N is supposed to go to hers.
Instead, Y/N accidentally walks into the McLaren garage.
No one notices.
Not the engineers.
Not the cameras.
Not even Lando.
For an entire three minutes.
Until Andrea walks past.
Stops.
Walks backwards.
And says slowly,
ââŚYouâre not Oscar.â
Y/N blinks.
âNo.â
Lando turns around.
Sees her.
And immediately drops to the floor laughing.
Oscar, standing a few garages down, receives a text from Lando.
âTHERES TWO OF YOU.â
Later that day, someone lines them up side by side again.
Max walks in.
Looks at them.
Shakes his head.
âI still think youâre clones.â
Oscar shrugs.
Y/N shrugs.
Charles points accusingly.
âSTOP DOING THAT.â
By the end of the season, the theories never actually stop.
Fans keep debating.
Drivers keep joking.
And occasionally someone in the paddock still gets confused for half a second when they see them walking around.
But honestly?
Neither of them really minds.
Because if thereâs one thing the grid agrees on, itâs this:
One Oscar Piastri is already dangerous enough on track.
O Hi, could you write a story where Yn is Sebastian Vettel's 2 or 3 year old daughter and she's in love with Raikkonen (obviously a childhood crush)?And it would be like her following him (Raikkonen) everywhere, asking to be picked up by him.
DSorry if it's not written correctly, English is not my first language.
đ âThe Iceman and the Tiny Shadowâ
Pairing: Platonic!F1 Grid x Toddler!Vettel!Reader x Father!Sebastian Vettel
Genre: Wholesome fluff, paddock humor, childhood crush, found family
A/N: Set during the years when Sebastian Vettel and Kimi RäikkÜnen were both racing on the grid together. Imagine the paddock discovering that a tiny Vettel has decided the quietest man in Formula 1 is her favorite person in the world.
The Tiny Vettel
Everyone in the paddock knows two things about Sebastian Vettelâs daughter.
She is two years old and fearless.
She has decided that Kimi RäikkÜnen is the greatest human being alive.
No one understands why.
Not the drivers.
Not the engineers.
Not even Seb.
But the moment she waddles into the paddock in her tiny Ferrari jacket, there is only one name on her lips.
âKimi?â
The Beginning
It starts innocently.
One afternoon in the Ferrari garage, youâre sitting on a toolbox swinging your little legs while your dad talks with engineers.
Across the garage stands Kimi.
Arms crossed.
Quiet.
Expression neutral.
You stare.
He stares back.
Your eyes widen like youâve just discovered treasure.
You slide off the toolbox and toddle directly toward him.
âUp.â
No greeting.
No hesitation.
Just up.
Seb nearly drops a tablet.
âKleine Mausâ waitââ
Too late.
Kimi looks down at the tiny human tugging on his race suit.
ââŚOkay.â
He picks you up.
Just like that.
And apparently that decision seals his fate forever.
The Shadow Begins
From that day forward, the paddock notices something strange.
Wherever Kimi goesâŚ
There is a very small Vettel following him.
He walks toward the motorhome.
Tiny footsteps behind him.
He heads to the driversâ briefing.
Little voice calling:
âKimi! Wait!â
He tries to grab a coffee.
A tiny hand grabs his sleeve.
âUp again.â
And Kimiâwho barely talks to grown adultsâjust sighs and lifts you onto his hip like itâs completely normal.
The Grid Finds Out
The other drivers notice immediately.
Daniel nearly chokes laughing the first time he sees it.
âMate,â he says to Seb, pointing.
âYour kidâs got a crush.â
Seb groans.
âSheâs two.â
Daniel shrugs.
âStill counts.â
Lewis crouches beside you once.
âHey, you wanna come say hi?â
You shake your head firmly.
âKimi.â
Lewis laughs.
âFair enough.â
Kimiâs New Job
Kimi pretends not to care.
But the paddock starts noticing things.
Like how he automatically slows his walking speed when you follow him.
Or how he lifts you up before you even ask now.
Or how he lets you sit in his lap during quiet garage moments while he drinks coffee.
You play with the zipper of his suit.
âKimi car fast?â
âYes.â
âVroom?â
âYes.â
Conversation over.
You are thrilled.
Sebastianâs Confusion
Sebastian watches this whole situation with increasing disbelief.
One afternoon he kneels beside you.
âYou know Papa drives a race car too, right?â
You nod.
âKimi faster.â
Seb sputters.
âExcuse me?â
Across the garage, Kimi smirks just slightly.
The Drivers Tease Him
The grid absolutely refuses to let this go.
Daniel: âSheâs chosen her favorite uncle.â
Lewis: âYouâve been replaced, Seb.â
Even Fernando laughs.
âYou cannot compete with the Iceman.â
Seb sighs dramatically.
âI carried her for nine months.â
Daniel corrects him.
ââŚYour wife did.â
Seb points accusingly at Kimi.
âYou did nothing!â
Kimi shrugs.
âShe likes me.â
The Famous Lap Walk
One Sunday before a race, the drivers walk the track.
Kimi is halfway down the straight when he hears the familiar tiny voice behind him.
âKimi wait!â
Youâre waddling across the asphalt in your little sneakers.
Seb is jogging behind you, completely defeated.
Kimi stops.
Turns around.
And automatically crouches so you can climb into his arms.
You point down the track.
âWalk!â
So now Kimi RäikkĂśnenâworld champion, professional racing driverâis carrying a toddler around the circuit while the rest of the grid laughs behind him.
The Purest Moment
After one race, Kimi climbs out of his car and heads toward the garage.
Youâre already there.
Waiting.
The second you see him you sprint (as much as a toddler can sprint).
âKIMI!â
He kneels just in time to catch you.
You wrap your tiny arms around his neck.
âI watched!â
He nods.
âGood.â
Then you whisper proudly:
âKimi best.â
Behind you, Sebastian clutches his chest dramatically.
âIâm right here!â
You wave at him.
âHi Papa.â
Then go back to hugging Kimi.
The entire Ferrari garage erupts in laughter.
The Unspoken Truth
Kimi will never admit it.
But everyone sees it.
The quiet patience.
The tiny smiles when you ramble.
The way he always makes sure youâre safe before handing you back to Seb.
And whenever someone jokes about your little crushâŚ
Kimi just shrugs.
âSheâs good company.â
Which, coming from Kimi RäikkÜnen, is basically the highest compliment in the world.
The Legend of the Tiny Shadow
For the rest of those seasons on the grid, the paddock gets used to the sight.
A legendary Formula 1 driver.
And the tiny Vettel who decided he was her favorite person.
No one questions it anymore.
Because honestly?
The Iceman having a tiny, giggling shadow everywhere he goes might be the cutest thing the paddock has ever seen. đ
may i request for platonic grid x female rookie driver reader who is ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC AND HYPE. since its her first year, she wants to be social with all the drivers she grew up watching on the tv. like after a race shes hyping up the drivers who got on the podium and is such fun during interviews with other drivers. and during races, shes listening to the most random playlist of songs ever on the radio, like shes grooving to joyride by kesha and is shouting out the lyrics the way lando shouts out "its friday then, its saturday sunday WHAT". like shes just fun, chaos, and hype rolled into one and the grid loves her for that!
thank you in advance! ^^
đ âThe Grid Adopts a Human Energy Drinkâ
Pairing: F1 2025 Grid x Platonic!Rookie Driver!Reader
Genre: Humor, chaotic rookie energy, found family, wholesome paddock vibes
A/N: Every grid needs one unhinged hype person. In 2025⌠itâs you.
The Rookie Problemâ˘
When the new rookie joined the grid this year, everyone expected the usual.
Quiet.
Focused.
Maybe a little nervous around the veterans.
What they didnât expectâŚ
Was you.
A walking tornado of excitement, chaos, and pure enthusiasm who had apparently waited her entire childhood to meet these people.
Because to you?
These arenât just competitors.
These are the drivers you watched on TV growing up.
And now youâre racing them.
Which means you have decided to befriend every single one.
Immediately.
The First Race Weekend
Your first driver parade.
Everyone is politely waving.
Smiling.
Professional.
And then thereâs you.
Standing up in the truck, pointing excitedly across the lineup.
âOH MY GOD THATâS MAX!â
Max turns slowly.
ââŚWeâre racing against her.â
Youâre already leaning across the seats.
âHi! Big fan! Not of the losing part though!â
Max blinks.
Then laughs.
âGood luck.â
Your Life Mission: Hype Everyone
Post-race celebrations quickly become your favorite part of the weekend.
Because while most drivers are cooling downâŚ
You are sprinting toward parc fermĂŠ like someone just announced free pizza.
Podium drivers step out of their carsâ
And suddenly you appear.
âLETâS GO!!!â
Youâre clapping like a proud sports mom.
âTHAT WAS INSANE!â
Charles is laughing as you shake his shoulders.
âYou were flying! Sector two? Crazy!â
Charles grins.
âYou watched my sectors?â
âI watch EVERYTHING.â
The Interview Chaos
Broadcasters quickly learn that putting you in a joint interview guarantees chaos.
One weekend youâre standing beside Lando after a race.
The interviewer asks:
âSo Y/N, how was the battle today?â
You immediately point at Lando.
âTHIS GUY.â
Lando groans.
âOh no.â
âYou scared me on lap 32!â
âYou locked up!â
âYOU BRAKED EARLY!â
The interviewer tries to continue.
Youâre still arguing.
Then suddenly you both start laughing.
The clip goes viral instantly.
The Music Situation
But the real chaos happens during races.
Because most drivers listen to calm instructions on the radio.
Strategy.
Tyres.
Fuel numbers.
Meanwhile your engineer is fighting for their life.
Lap 18 â Radio
Engineer:
âY/N, we need to focusââ
Music blasting faintly through your helmet.
Youâre singing.
LOUDLY.
âYOUâRE MY JOYRIDE!â
Your engineer sighs.
ââŚPlease tell me thatâs not playing right now.â
âIT HELPS THE VIBES.â
Lap 25
Youâre stuck in traffic behind Lando.
Suddenly you shout:
âITS FRIDAY THENââ
Across the track, Lando hears it faintly through his radio.
He bursts out laughing.
Engineer:
âLando what happened?â
âTHE ROOKIE IS SINGING AGAIN.â
Lap 41
You make a clean overtake.
Immediately screaming into the radio:
âTHAT WAS SICK!â
Engineer:
âYes⌠but maybe less singing now.â
âNo promises!â
The Gridâs Reaction
At first the other drivers think itâs a phase.
A rookie trying to hide nerves.
But then it keeps happening.
Race after race.
You are:
⢠hyping podium finishers
⢠dancing in the cooldown room
⢠fist-bumping mechanics from other teams
⢠congratulating rivals mid-interview
Eventually the grid accepts the truth.
Youâre just like this.
All the time.
The Cooldown Room Incident
After one race youâre watching highlights with the other drivers.
You suddenly jump up.
âOH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT OVERTAKE!â
Everyone turns.
Youâre pointing at a replay of Lewis.
âThat was SMOOTH.â
Lewis laughs.
âThank you.â
You bow dramatically.
âMasterclass.â
Maxâs Diagnosis
One weekend Max watches you sprint across the paddock yelling congratulations to someone who finished P7.
He shakes his head.
âSheâs like⌠a golden retriever.â
Charles nods.
âBut for Formula 1.â
The Unexpected Effect
Slowly the grid realizes something.
Your energy is contagious.
Bad qualifying?
Youâre cheering someone up.
Hard race?
Youâre congratulating the effort.
Awkward interviews?
You turn them into chaos comedy.
The paddock actually feels lighter with you around.
The Moment That Seals It
After one chaotic race, you finish P8.
Good result.
You climb out of the car and immediately run over to the podium drivers.
âYOU GUYS WERE INSANE!â
Champagne spraying everywhere.
Youâre cheering louder than half the crowd.
Someone hands you a bottle.
You start dancing.
The other drivers are laughing.
Later That Night
In the driversâ lounge, Max shakes his head.
âYou realize youâre racing against us, right?â
You grin.
âYeah.â
Pause.
âBut I also grew up watching you guys.â
Lewis smiles.
âThat never changes.â
Grid Verdict
By the end of the season the grid has officially decided:
You are not just a rookie.
You are:
⢠the hype squad
⢠the paddock DJ
⢠the chaos generator
⢠the emotional support extrovert
And honestly?
Formula 1 might never be the same without you.
Because every time the cameras catch you dancing in parc fermĂŠâŚ
