f1 grid | serving yourself less (tiktok trend)
୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : serving your formula one boyfriend more than you serve yourself
୨ৎ : genre : comedy - tiktok trend ୨ৎ : word count : 1547
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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i got a final exam tmrw and i already know im beyond cooked
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
immediately looks at your plate, then at his, then back at yours.
“that’s it?”
scoops food onto your plate without asking. “you didn’t see me doing that.”
mutters under his breath the whole time: “ridiculous. you think i’m gonna eat all this while you nibble on two leaves?”
makes you sit down while he fixes you a proper plate.
“you’ll thank me later when you’re not starving in two hours.”
yuki tsunoda
jaw drops. full betrayal.
“why is your plate sad? do you hate food?”
takes food off his plate and puts it on yours like he’s rescuing it.
“you need to eat or u will be grumpy. and you know what happens when you're grumpy.”
glares at your plate for the rest of the meal to make sure you don’t sneak food back.
will literally feed you if he has to.
ʚ・mercedes
george russell
stares at your plate like you’ve just insulted everything he stands for.
“darling... that’s not a meal. that’s a sad sample.”
immediately puts his fork down. “what’s going on? why are you eating like a bird?”
gives you a speech about nutrients. you don’t even make it five minutes in before he’s switching your plate with his.
“eat. i’ll make us smoothies after. with oats. and peanut butter.”
glares at anyone else at the table who doesn’t say anything.
kimi antonelli
freezes mid-bite and just blinks at your plate.
“...wait, is that all you’re eating?”
awkwardly tries not to panic but can’t stop glancing at your food.
“you want some of mine?” pushes his whole plate toward you like a puppy offering a toy.
you say you’re not hungry and he goes quiet.
five minutes later: “okay but… what if i just gave you half of everything i have?”
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc
eyebrows instantly scrunch together.
“bébé… where’s the rest?”
literally keeps waiting for you to go back for more.
when you don’t, he starts panicking gently: “is this about something? are you okay? are you mad at me?”
puts things from his plate on yours like it’s no big deal.
whispers “please eat, i hate when you don’t” like you just told him you’re leaving forever.
kisses your temple and goes “merci” when you take a bite.
lewis hamilton
side-eyes your plate with a little smirk.
“you planning to go back for seconds… or is that a cry for help?”
smooth as hell while sliding his fork over to your plate, spearing some of his food, and holding it to your mouth.
“open up, baby. i know you're hungry.”
if you say you’re not, he tilts his head and gives you the look.
“don’t make me get up and fix you a real plate. because i will.”
makes you finish at least half of his meal too, while rubbing your back the whole time.
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris
stares at your plate. then stares at you.
“what’s that?”
full dramatic gasp. clutches chest. “you’re joking. that’s the appetizer, right? where’s the rest?”
scoots your plate next to his and starts transferring food over like it’s a formula one pit stop.
“you’re not doing this ‘cute portions’ thing again. eat properly or i’ll call your mum.”
makes airplane noises while feeding you a bite just to be annoying.
you try to glare but you’re laughing too hard to stop him.
oscar piastri
doesn’t say anything at first, just silently eyes your plate… then yours again.
“that’s... all?”
furrows his brows slightly. “is something wrong? are you okay?”
super calm but will not let this slide. adds food to your plate like he’s just “helping,” not completely panicking inside.
casually: “you can finish mine too if you want.”
when you finally take a real bite, he visibly relaxes and says, “thank you” like you just took your meds.
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso
pretends not to notice at first.
then eyes your plate like it's personally disrespecting him.
“you’re kidding. right? that’s not dinner. that’s—snack behavior.”
takes your plate, loads it up himself, and hands it back without a word.
“eat,” he says, deadpan.
if you protest, he hits you with the eyebrow raise and mutters something in Spanish under his breath like “mi vida está loca.”
cuts your food into pieces and says “better” while sipping his wine like the crisis has been handled.
lance stroll
instantly frowns when he sees your plate.
“hey… where’s the rest?”
full concerned rich boy mode: “did the chef mess something up? do you want me to order something else?”
scoots closer and starts offering bites of his meal.
“you want a bite? actually—here, have all of it.”
if you take even a few bites, he goes, “that’s my girl” and kisses your forehead like you just saved his life.
100% sneaks extra dessert onto your plate later. plays innocent when you call him out.
ʚ・williams
alex albon
dramatic gasp. like cartoon-level gasp.
“okay, what is that? no really, explain. is that a bite? a sample? a decoration?”
“i’m calling your mom. i’m calling your best friend. we’re staging an intervention.”
takes your plate and starts adding food while lecturing you.
“you’re hot and smart but your portion control is a war crime.”
kisses your temple like he didn’t just drag you and says, “eat up, pretty girl.”
continues feeding you from his plate like a clingy golden retriever boyfriend.
carlos sainz
freezes when he sees your plate. stares at it. stares at you.
“is that all you’re eating?”
you shrug. he sighs and sets down his fork. full concerned boyfriend mode.
“mi amor, that’s not enough. seriously.”
pushes his plate toward you and waits until you take a bite. then goes soft.
“tienes que comer bien, cariño.” (you have to eat well, darling.)
“te necesito fuerte y feliz, no con hambre.” (i need you strong and happy, not hungry.)
spoons extra food onto your plate every time you’re not looking. smiles like he’s done nothing.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman
gasps like you just insulted his entire bloodline.
“wait wait wait. THAT’S your plate? you’re kidding.”
points at it dramatically. “someone get the girl a real meal!”
piles food on your plate himself while mumbling, “she thinks that’s gonna get her through the day? she’s insane. adorable. but insane.”
offers to feed you personally if it means you’ll eat more.
“open up. no, seriously. i’m not letting you leave this table hungry.”
won’t let it go for a week. “remember when you tried to survive on three leaves and half a tomato?”
esteban ocon
doesn’t say anything right away. just side-eyes your plate with increasing concern.
“is that enough? are you sure? you’re sure?”
when you insist it’s fine, he just sighs and very gently starts moving food from his plate to yours like it’s a covert operation.
“just in case you get hungry later,” he says softly.
watches you eat like a hawk. when you finish, he smiles like it’s a personal win.
mutters to himself in French the entire time — something suspiciously close to, “elle va me rendre fou.” (she’s going to drive me crazy.)
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson
does a double take. then slowly turns to you.
“so you hate food now? or is this performance art?”
chuckles but immediately adds more food to your plate. “this feels illegal.”
makes jokes the entire meal, “you need a magnifying glass to see that portion.”
but side-eyes you so hard every time you put your fork down.
halfway through, scoots his plate between you both. “just share mine. easier.”
whispers “you’re actually feral for that” in your ear, but kisses your cheek while handing you a bite.
isack hadjar
absolutely scandalized.
“quoi?! that’s not dinner. that’s—what is that!”
full-on offended. places a hand on his heart like you’ve betrayed his entire French culinary heritage.
literally gets up and remakes your plate. “you eat what i give you. this is criminal.”
gives you a “look” every time you try to protest. you know the one.
softens immediately when you take a real bite. “bon. merci, mon cœur.”
kisses your head like a reward and mutters, “don’t scare me like that again.”
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly
immediately dramatic. like, eyebrows raised, jaw dropped, wine glass in hand.
“you trying to break my heart? because that’s what this is.”
pokes at your plate with his fork. “this is… decorative. c’est rien.”
slides his plate next to yours and starts serving you from it.
“eat, mon ange. i need you strong enough to carry this relationship.”
flirts relentlessly until you give in.
“you’ll eat for me, right? be my good girl?”
smirks like he just won the Monaco GP when you take a real bite.
jack doohan
doesn’t say much. just blinks at your plate.
“is that enough?”
you say yes. he nods.
five minutes later he’s quietly refilling your plate like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“i just thought you might want more.”
casually puts a piece of his food on your fork and waits.
won’t push you, but his quiet worry is palpable.
kisses your temple when you finish and mumbles, “thank you,” like you saved his appetite.
ʚ・kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
raises an eyebrow. says nothing for a full thirty seconds.
“...that’s it?”
sips his drink, pretending not to care. he cares so deeply it’s physically hurting him.
eventually breaks. sighs and says, “give me your plate.”
doesn’t ask — just starts adding food to it.
“you’ll thank me when you’re not lightheaded later.”
kisses your forehead once and mutters something like, “don’t do that again, yeah?”
gabriel bortoleto
visibly stressed.
“babe? love? angel? why is your plate empty?”
starts rapid-fire listing all the food options: “do you want rice? bread? i can go get something else—”
won’t start eating until you’ve got a full plate.
watches you take every bite like he’s tracking your hydration levels too.
ends the night making you tea and saying “you scared me,” while cuddling you for the next three hours.
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