F1 boys falling for you <3
these got kind of long lol, but i thought you’d rather have more of a storyline than less of one lol. Prefs are below the line :)
Lando Norris
It was your first season as an f1 driver and you had been performing surprisingly. As both the only woman on the grid and a rookie, you were drawing a lot of attention from the media.
The media wasn’t the only one paying attention to you, however. “Lando, just go talk to her!” Carlos exclaimed, walking up to his former teammate. “You’ve been staring so hard your eyes are going to fall out.”
“Shut up, mate.”
“You like her, no?”
“Of course not!” Lando exclaimed. Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Well maybe a little.”
“Then go talk to her, mate!” When Lando didn’t move, Carlos grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him in your direction. You turned to the guys, an amused expression on your face.
“Y/N, this is Lando. Lando has had a crush on you for the whole season but hasn’t got the cojones to tell you about it.”
Carlos shoved Lando in your direction and walked away. His face was bright red.
“Was he telling the truth?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Lando admitted. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I was going to tell you myself.”
“Well then tell me.”
“I, Lando Norris, have had a crush on you all season.”
You smiled at Lando. “Would you want to get dinner sometime?”
Lando’s face, less red now, lit up. “Of course.”
Oscar Piastri
It was the final concert on your tour and you were performing in Melbourne. Little did you know that a certain formula 1 driver who was a fan had decided to attend the concert.
The concert went amazing and you stepped backstage to see your best friend waiting for you.
“Y/N! You did amazing!”
“Thanks!”
“Omg you won’t believe who I saw in the crowd.”
“Who?”
Your friend smiled. “Oscar Piastri! He’s a formula 1 driver and apparently he’s a huge fan of yours. You have to invite him backstage!”
You couldn’t help but be curious about this guy and so you instructed security to go find him and invite him backstage. When he arrived, he clearly looked shy and a bit embarrassed to be there.
“You must be Oscar!”
“I am. And you’re Y/N.”
You nodded and smiled. “I heard you’re a fan of mine?”
“You could say that,” Oscar said with a gulp.
“What would you call yourself?”
“A guy who never imagined he’d be asked backstage by his dream girl.”
Max Verstappen
Max had just left his apartment to go pick up groceries when he saw you walking down the street, looking very lost. He walked up to you.
“Hey, do you need help?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m studying abroad here and I have no idea which way to go to get to the university.”
Max smiled and gave you the directions you needed and you thanked him and headed on your way. For the rest of the day, he kept thinking back to his interaction with you and how you looked so cute. He mentally kicked himself for not asking for your number.
A week had gone by, and you were still on Max’s mind. He had no way of finding you again and did not even know your name.
Fate must have been on his side, as when he walked out of his apartment that day, he saw a familiar figure walking down the street. He tried not to look to eager as he walked up to you. “Did you manage to get to the university the other day?”
“Yes! Thanks again for the help,” you responded.
“I had one problem with my directions the other day I realized.”
“You did? I made it there alright, so no worries.”
“I forgot to ask your name and number.”
Your mouth dropped open a little, surprised that the gorgeous stranger you met the other day had been attracted to you too. “Y/N,” you responded as you typed your number into his phone.
“I’m Max,” he said. “I’ll text you tomorrow and see if there’s a time we could meet up.
You nodded. “I would love that.”
Charles Leclerc
Charles was a childhood friend of yours. You had seen him grow up and become the incredible man he is today. You had always been close, but Charles had come to want something more with you. To take your relationship to the next level.
It was a warm day during his summer break where he invited you to spend the day with him. You had gone on a hike in the hills of Monaco and had laughed and chatted the whole way there. When the two of you got to the top, you stared out at the stunning view. But when you looked at Charles, you saw he was looking at you instead.
“Do you have something to say?” you asked.
“Yes. Every time I see you, I can’t help but think how beautiful you are. I want you to be mine.”
“How long have you wanted this?”
“Oh, a long time.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
You leaned over and kissed Charles. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time too.”
He paused for a second before pulling you close and kissing you back. The rest of the afternoon was spent together, happier than either of you had been in a while.
Carlos Sainz
One of the perks of being an f1 presenter was the time you got to spend with the drivers. Of course there were some you preferred to interview over others, but you enjoyed getting to know them all. What you didn’t realize was that for Carlos, one of the perks of being an f1 driver was getting to spend time with you. Before each Grand Prix, he would look for your face in the sea of media personnel. It usually wasn’t hard for him to find you, as someone so beautiful easily stood out from the crowd. Every time he saw your name on his media schedule, Carlos would get butterflies in his stomach. For someone brave enough to drive an f1 car, you were enough to make Carlos nervous.
At first you didn’t notice, but Carlos began to come up to you before every race. He wanted so desperately to show you that he liked being around you and that he really wanted to take your relationship to the next level. After the fourth week of him speaking with you before a race, you finally talked to him.
“Carlos, fancy seeing you again. You’re not on my schedule for today,” you greeted.
“I know, but I’m so sick of watching you from afar. I love to be around you and I’m sick of wanting you and not having you.”
“Oh, uh…”
“Are you free tomorrow night? To get dinner with me?”
“Are you asking me in a date.”
“Yes, I should have done so a long time ago.”
“Well since you admit that, yes I am free.”
Lewis Hamilton
As a trainer in a celebrity gym in London, you often found yourself in the company of athletes of all sorts. However, the man who had recently started coming to your gym and asking you for advice had not stuck out as anyone in particular you should recognize.
The first week you had seen him, he had asked you to help spot him with the weights he was lifting. You had agreed and helped him, without making much conversation. The second week, you had caught him watching you as he ran on the treadmill but he did not come over to you. The third week, he had asked for some advice on which machines he should use even though you could tell he already knew what he was doing.
And this week, he had come up to you with a box in hand. “I’m sorry if this is a bit forward, but I’ve noticed you the past few weeks I’ve been in here and I think you’re really cute. Would you want to go on a date with me.”
Thinking he was cute, you responded, “Sure. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Lewis. Lewis Hamilton.” He flipped open the box to show you what was inside. “I got you this bracelet. I noticed you always fidgeting with your other one and I thought you might like another to go with it.”
You smiled. “How thoughtful! I’m y/n by the way.”
“Y/N. I like it.”
Daniel Ricciardo
For years, Daniel had disliked his media duties. Of course he would put on a smile for the press, but interviews were not actually super enjoyable for him. Until he got a new PR manager and he couldn’t help but look forward to press duties.
“Ok, Daniel. So today we’ve got the press conference this morning and then an interview with sky sports this afternoon.”
“Yep! Who else is at the conference?”
“Nico, Carlos, Fernando, and Oscar,” you replied. “I’ll sit off to the side and watch so we can debrief before heading to the next interview.”
“Oh, you’ll be watching me then?”
“Yeah, Daniel, like I always do.”
“Well I’ll be watching you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. I know it’s unprofessional, with us working together and what, but going to interviews with you makes my day.”
“What are you trying to say, Daniel?”
“Would you go out with me? On a date? That’s all I’ve been thinking about lately.”
You looked down, your cheeks turning red. “You have a way of flustering me, Daniel.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes.”
Yuki Tsunoda
Had anyone asked Yuki who his celebrity crush was, he would have said you. As a famous actress, you had been in a good number of Yuki’s favorite movies and he could just never seem to get your face out of his head. Despite both of you having many connections, you had yet to meet in person.
It only took a twist of fate and a gala for a mutual sponsor to bring you together. You were starring in the latest advertising campaign for a brand that has sponsored AlphaTauri for the upcoming year. You walked into the event wearing a stunning red dress and Yuki was immediately starstruck. His celebrity crush was here in person with him.
His jaw dropped open slightly as you locked eyes with him from across the room. He had dreamed of this moment for years and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was in fact dreaming. You waved and began to walk over to him and Yuki pinched himself to snap out of that stupor.
“Hi, you’re Yuki, right? The formula 1 driver?”
“Oh, um, yes. That is me,” he responded.
“I’m y/n!” you said cheerfully.
“I’m so excited to meet you! You are my favorite actress.”
“Am I really?”
“Yes! I watched all your movies!”
You saw Yuki’s obvious excitement and decided to chat with him for a while longer. A while longer ended up becoming the whole night and you and Yuki exchanged contact information to meet again.
At the end of the night he told you that you were his celebrity crush for a long time and you responded that it was quite obvious from the start.
Alex Albon
As an f1 driver, Alex was not home a lot. But somehow every time he came home, he managed to run into you. You both were neighbors, so it wasn’t exactly weird, but Alex was sure it was fate that you kept meeting. You see, Alex had what was comparable to an airport crush on you. He didn’t see you often and only from afar, but he couldn’t help but think about you after he had gone from home.
This time, Alex was going for a jog when he saw you struggling with a pile of boxes. He paused for a minute before crossing over to your driveway.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just moving some boxes of donations to the animal shelter I volunteer at.”
The fact that you loved animals so much endeared you to Alex even further.
“Are you sure I can’t help? I was just going to jog, lifting boxes could be my exercise instead.”
You could hardly refuse the stunning man standing before you and he helped you get your car packed to go to the shelter. You found that you enjoyed his company.
“Can I be honest with you?” Alex asked.
“Of course.”
“I’ve come to like you since we’ve been neighbors. And I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me on a date? You’ve always seemed so nice.”
“Sure. Just maybe next time it can be something other than putting boxes in a car.”
Logan Sargeant
As a streamer for Quadrant, you regularly streamed and discussed Motorsport content. The only driver on the grid you had met was Lando, but little did you know another driver had been watching your content.
Logan had fallen asleep one night with YouTube on and woken up to one of your videos on his screen. He immediately loved how you looked and as he continued to watch, the thoughtful way you talked about Motorsport really resonated with him.
A few days later, after watching a bit more of your videos and one of your streams, he sent a message to Lando asking for your number. Lando, knowing the two of you would be perfect for one another, agreed to play matchmaker and gave you both each other’s contact information.
Logan was thrilled to be able to text you and soon the two of you hit it off. Logan couldn’t help but fall even further for you every time you messaged and his heart would skip a beat every time he saw you go live. Needless to say, the American man had fallen hard.
