I just thought of a wholesome but chaotic idea. The reader is drunk and doesn’t recognize their boyfriend/driver. They try to take reader but home and they pushed them away and say they have a boyfriend. They can be wholesome or chaotic like Lando would laugh his ass off and Charles would look at u with heart eyes. Anyway love ur stuff sooo so much and take ur time as well if u have a long list of request to do!
Get away! I have a boyfriend.
served with: all the drivers on the grid + retired x fem!gf!reader
chef's note: you’ve had a few too many, the world is spinning, and some very handsome stranger is trying to put his arm around you and lead you to a car. Your survival instincts kick in immediately. You don't care how pretty his eyes are or how expensive his jacket feels—you have a boyfriend, and he's going to be so mad.
Alpine
Franco Colapinto
He laughs so loud the whole street hears him.
When you push his chest and tell him you’re "taken," he puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Oh, really? Is he as fast as me?"
He ends up showing you his Instagram profile just to prove it’s him.
Pierre Gasly
He finds it incredibly chic and romantic. He smirks, leaning in to whisper, "And is this boyfriend of yours as handsome as I am?"
When you say, "He's way hotter, he's French!" he actually melts.
He’ll carry you to the car while humming a victory tune.
Aston Martin
Fernando Alonso
He gets a very smug, proud look on his face. He crosses his arms and lets you "reject" him for a minute just to hear you brag about him.
"He's a legend, okay? Go away!"
He finally pulls out his driver's ID. "I know he is, es mi cara. That’s why I’m taking you home."
Lance Stroll
He gets a little flustered and looks around to see if anyone is watching. "Y/N, it's Lance. It's me."
When you tell him your boyfriend is much richer and "has a cool green car," he hides a smile behind his hand.
He’s very gentle as he finally convinces you to get in the car.
Audi
Gabriel Bortoleto
He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’ll keep a respectful distance while talking to you.
"I promise I'm not a stranger, Y/N. Look at my phone background, it's us!"
Once you realize it's him, he gives you the biggest "I'm so proud of you" hug.
Nico Hülkenberg
He keeps his dry sense of humor. When you tell him to back off because you have a boyfriend, he just nods solemnly.
"He’s a lucky man. Does he know you’re this feisty after three margaritas?"
He’ll eventually lure you into the car with the promise of snacks.
Cadillac
Sergio Pérez
He is the ultimate "Papa" protector, but this makes him grin.
When you tell him you're a "loyal woman," he kisses your forehead—which you try to wipe off.
"I know you are, mi amor. That’s why I love you. Now, let’s go see this 'boyfriend' of yours at home."
Valtteri Bottas
He totally plays along. He starts "competing" with the version of himself in your head.
"Is he better at cycling than me? Does he have a better mustache?"
By the time you get home, he’s convinced you that he’s a "close friend" of your boyfriend sent to rescue you.
Ferrari
Charles Leclerc
His heart literally skips a beat. He’s so touched that you’re protecting your relationship while wasted.
He’ll look at you with such "heart-eyes" it’s embarrassing. "You're so sweet, mon ange. But I promise, I am the one you’re looking for."
He’ll show you a picture of you two kissing to finally win you over.
Lewis Hamilton
He’s very smooth about it. He doesn't get offended; he finds it admirable.
"I respect the loyalty, truly. But if I told you your boyfriend sent me personally to pick you up because he loves you so much, would you believe me?"
It works like a charm.
Haas
Esteban Ocon
He takes it very seriously at first, worried you’re actually scared.
Once he realizes you just don't recognize him, he gets a soft, shy smile.
"I’m glad you’re being careful, Y/N. But it’s just Esteban. I’ve got your favorite hoodie in the car."
Ollie Bearman
He turns bright red.
He’s trying to be the "protective adult," but you’re telling him he’s "too young to be your boyfriend" because your boyfriend is a "famous Ferrari—wait, Haas—driver!"
He ends up laughing through his embarrassment, feeling incredibly loved.
McLaren
Lando Norris
He is 100% recording this for his private story. He’s cackling as you tell him to "get lost, creep."
He’ll keep poking you. "Oh, is he a racing driver? Is he better than me? I bet he’s shorter than me."
He’ll play the video back to you the next morning as "punishment."
Oscar Piastri
The most deadpan reaction in history.
He just stands there with his arms crossed while you rant about your boyfriend.
"Understood. He sounds like a great guy. I happen to be him. Can we go now? It’s cold." He is secretly very, very smug about your loyalty.
Mercedes
George Russell
He tries to use his "Professional Negotiator" voice.
"Now, Y/N, let’s look at the facts. I have your house keys, and I’m wearing the sweater you bought me for Christmas."
When you tell him he's "too posh" to be your boyfriend, he actually pouts for a second before finding it hilarious.
Kimi Antonelli
He gets a bit panicked. "Y/N! No! It's Kimi! Don't push me!"
He’s relieved no one is filming, but he’s so happy that you’re shouting about how much you love him to total strangers.
He’ll talk about it for weeks.
Racing Bulls
Arvid Lindblad
He’s trying so hard to be mature, but you’re making it difficult by calling him a "handsome stranger."
He’ll try to show you his ID. "See? Same name! Arvid! Like your boyfriend!"
He’s incredibly relieved when you finally recognize him and burst into "I missed you" tears.
Liam Lawson
He gets a cheeky smirk. He likes the "sassy" drunk version of you.
He’ll lean against the car and wait for you to finish your speech about your "cool Kiwi boyfriend."
"He sounds like a real catch. Lucky for you, I’m his ride home."
Red Bull
Isack Hadjar
He loves the fire in you. When you tell him to "back off," he grins.
"That's my girl. Don't let anyone touch you."
He’ll eventually pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring your protests that "the driver is gonna kill you!"
Max Verstappen
Very straightforward. No games.
"Y/N, stop. It's Max. We're going home. We have to wake up early."
When you tell him your boyfriend "wins everything," he stops and smiles. "Yes, I do. Now get in the car."
Williams
Alex Albon
He’s the most patient soul. He’ll just wait for you to finish your "I have a boyfriend" rant with a fond smile.
"Are you done? Because your boyfriend really wants to get you some chicken nuggets and put you to bed."
The mention of nuggets usually breaks your resolve.
Carlos Sainz
He uses all his charm to "re-woo" you. He’ll play along and pretend to be a stranger trying to win a date.
"Well, if this boyfriend is so great, why isn't he here? Oh wait—I am here."
He finds your loyalty incredibly attractive and will tease you about it for years.
Additional Drivers
Daniel Ricciard
The funniest reaction. He’ll start cheering for your boyfriend with you.
"Yeah! He's the best! He's got a great smile, right?!"
He’ll keep the "secret identity" thing going all the way to the front door, just to see how long you’ll defend "Daniel" to Daniel.
Jenson Button
He is such a gentleman about it.
He’ll speak in the softest, most reassuring voice.
"I would never want to come between you and your boyfriend, Y/N. But since he asked me to take care of you tonight, may I offer you a ride?"
Sebastian Vettel
He finds it deeply moving. He’ll get a little misty-eyed at your loyalty.
He’ll gently take your hand and show you the ring or bracelet you always wear.
"I know, liebling. I know. I’m the lucky man who gets to take you home."
Yuki Tsunoda
He gets loud (but in a funny way).
"I AM THE BOYFRIEND! LOOK AT MY FACE! IT IS YUKI!"
He’s frustrated that you don’t recognize him, but he’s secretly so happy that you’re literally fighting people off to stay loyal to him.
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; once i claim my territory, i get territorial
(a/n) : omg one of my beautiful moots sent me a request asking who i thought got jealous the most and i could not resist!!!!! also added some of our lovely wags this time<3 also still including yuki + leaving the teams the same until next season starts just bc i want to.
recommended playlist : territorial by kali uchis (the entire concept is based around this song) (teeheehee i luv kali sm), heartbeat by childish gambino, streets by doja cat, dark red by steve lacy, seek and destroy by sza, house of balloons/glass table girls by the weeknd, poison by brent faiyaz
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𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥
𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 - You get jealous easily with Max, and he loves it — the way your jaw tightens when someone laughs a little too hard at his joke, the way your hand slips possessively into his. “You gonna keep glaring at her or kiss me?” he murmurs, amused, eyes dark with satisfaction. But the rare times Max gets jealous, it’s intense — like when a driver's arm lingers around your waist for half a second too long after a hug and Max immediately steps in, hand firm on your back. Later, when you tease him about it, he smirks. “Didn’t like it?” he asks, thumb brushing your hip. You swallow. “I didn’t say that.”
𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐚 - Yuki gets jealous more often, but it’s quieter — a flicker of doubt behind his eyes when someone compliments you a little too enthusiastically. He shrugs it off at first, joking, but later he admits, “Sometimes I don’t get why you’re with me.” You stop him immediately, cupping his face, forcing him to look at you. “Because I want you, Yuki. Not anyone else.” His shoulders relax, relief washing over him, and he lets out a small laugh. “You always say that.” You smile softly. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”
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𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 - Neither of you really get jealous, but sometimes you pretend to — like when a reporter flirts a bit too openly and you cross your arms dramatically. “Oh?” George says, fighting a grin. “Am I in trouble?” You roll your eyes. “Maybe.” He doesn’t even bother defending himself, just steps closer, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek. “Still mad?” he asks, smiling against your skin. You sigh, already melting. “You’re impossible, Russell.” He laughs. “And you love it.”
𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 - Kimi is completely oblivious when girls flirt with him — smiling politely, answering questions, not realizing what’s happening until you step in beside him. You slide your arm through his and smile sweetly at the girl. “He’s taken,” you say calmly. Kimi blinks, then looks down at you, lips twitching. “Amore,” he murmurs, amused, “you didn’t have to scare her.” You raise a brow. “You didn’t notice.” He shrugs, kissing your temple. “Why would I look when I already have you, mia bella?” And you both know — he only ever has eyes for you.
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𝐦𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 - Oscar almost never gets jealous, so when you run into your ex in the paddock — now an engineer — it takes you a second to notice the shift. Oscar’s arm slides around your waist, calm and steady, but his jaw tightens just slightly as the conversation stretches on. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t raise his voice — just leans in and says, “Ready to go, love?” in that even tone of his. Your ex excuses himself quickly, and Oscar doesn’t say a word until you’re alone. “Didn’t love that,” he admits quietly, eyes steady on yours. You tease him, smiling. “Jealous?” He exhales through his nose. “Maybe. Don't get used to it, pretty," But his hand stays firm on your hip the rest of the day.
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 - You and Lando are usually unshakable, teasing without a trace of jealousy. But when a girl at the club presses in too close, hand lingering on his arm, something sharp flares in your chest. You step in smoothly, fingers curling around Lando’s collar as you murmur, “He’s not interested.” Lando blinks, then grins — slow, dangerous, clearly enjoying this far too much. He lets you pull him closer, hands immediately finding your waist. “Didn’t know you had that in you,” he laughs into your ear. You shoot him a look. “Don’t.” He kisses your neck, voice low. “God, you’re so hot when you do that.”
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𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬
𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫 - Isack is already halfway jealous before the guy at the gym even opens his mouth. You’re mid set when someone comments a little too confidently, and Isack immediately straightens, towel draped over his shoulders like a challenge. He steps closer to you, hand settling at your lower back, eyes sharp. “She’s busy,” he says coolly. You bite back a smile, finishing your reps before teasing, “You know I can handle myself, right?” He smirks, eyes dark, leaning in. “I know,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let them try.” You laugh softly, heart warm. “You’re ridiculous.” He kisses your temple. “Later,” he says quietly, “I’ll remind you why you’re mine.”
𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 - You never get jealous — ever — which is why the reporter flirting blatantly with Liam right in front of you feels less like insecurity and more like disrespect. She laughs too loudly, touches his arm, and you step in without missing a beat. “We done here?” you ask sweetly, eyes never leaving hers. Liam’s lips twitch, barely holding back a grin. The reporter stumbles through an excuse and leaves, and Liam turns to you, openly amused. “That was impressive,” he says. You shrug. “I don’t play.” He pulls you in by the waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love watching you handle things,” he admits. “It's cute.”
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𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢
𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Lewis almost never gets jealous — he’s too secure, too self assured for that — so when someone’s attention lingers on you a second too long, you barely notice it. He does. There’s no reaction in public, no interruption, just a calm hand at your lower back and a quiet, “It's getting a bit late. You ready, doll?” later than usual. It’s only once you’re alone that he finally speaks, voice low, controlled. “Didn't appreciate his eyes all over you,” he murmurs, eyes steady on yours. You smile, amused. “Oh? Didn't notice.” He steps closer, presence overwhelming without effort. “'M sure you didn't, love,” he says softly — and that night, he reminds you why you will always be his.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 - You and Charles are solid — secure, playful, unbothered — until date night takes a turn when the waitress starts leaning a little too close. Her compliments linger, her smile a little too practiced, and Charles looks to you, already amused, already knowing. You meet her eyes calmly and say, “We’re fine, thank you,” with a smile that isn’t actually kind. Charles bites his lip to keep from laughing. When she leaves, you turn to him, tilting your head. “You’re in trouble later,” you say, winking. He grins, leaning across the table. “I’ll gladly accept my punishment.” His knee nudges yours. “Worth it.”
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𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 - Pierre doesn’t really do jealousy — it just doesn’t stick to him — but Franco talking to you? That’s different. He watches from across the room as Franco laughs too loud, leans a bit too close, and Pierre casually walks over, slipping an arm around your waist. “Hey,” he says easily, kissing your temple like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You smile, leaning into him, and Franco immediately gets the message. Later, you tease Pierre. “You jealous?” He shrugs, smirking. “Not jealous.” He squeezes your waist. “Just reminding him.”
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 - You’ve always known Franco flirts — it’s practically a reflex — and you don’t mind because you know exactly who he comes home with. But when a girl takes it too far, assuming things she absolutely shouldn’t, you step in without hesitation. “¿Estás loca o qué?” you snap, eyes sharp, putting her firmly in her place. Franco watches the entire thing with a slow, delighted smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. When she leaves, he leans down, voice teasing. “¿Vas a castigarme, mami?” You roll your eyes, pushing his chest lightly. “You’re unbelievable.” He laughs softly. “But you love me.” And you already know exactly how you’ll handle him later.
(¿Estás loca o qué? = Are you crazy or what? + ¿Vas a castigarme, mami? = Are you going to punish me? )
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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 - Carlos is incredibly secure — he knows he’s attractive, knows people look, but he also knows his heart has been yours for a long time. He notices immediately when you get riled up, eyes sharp as someone flirts a little too openly with him. Instead of stopping it, he lets it play out for a moment, watching you with clear amusement. Later, though, when you’re alone, his tone softens completely. “Hey,” he says quietly, hands warm on your waist. “You okay, amor?” You shrug, suddenly less fiery. He tilts your chin up, eyes sincere. “I don’t want anyone else. Ever.” And he spends the rest of the night making sure you feel loved, chosen, and completely secure in that truth.
𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧 - Alex is calm to a fault, so when jealousy hits him, it comes out… oddly. He gets quieter, a little more clingy without realizing it, hovering just a bit too close. You catch on immediately, smiling. “Are you jealous?” you tease. He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. “Maybe?” You laugh softly, pulling him into a hug, kissing his cheek. “You’re adorable,” you murmur. He relaxes instantly, arms wrapping around you, relief written all over his face. “I just really love you,” he admits. You grin. “Good. I really love you too.”
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𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐬
𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 - Ollie’s usually all energy and smiles, so when he goes quiet after seeing you talking with Kimi, it’s impossible to miss. He doesn’t say anything — just sticks close, laugh softer, eyes thoughtful the rest of the day. That night in the hotel, he finally breaks. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to shut down. I just… got in my head.” You soften immediately, pulling him into your arms. “Hey,” you whisper. “You don’t lose me that easily.” He exhales, clinging to you like he needs the reassurance. “I know,” he murmurs. “I just need you.” And you give him all the affection he didn’t know how to ask for.
𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐧 - You and Esteban are anchored, mature, deeply content — so when a girl at the club gets a little too handsy, you don’t explode. You just go quiet. Esteban notices instantly. Back at the hotel, he cups your face gently. “Mon cœur,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.” You admit it bothered you, even if you trust him completely. He nods, listening, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m yours,” he says simply. “Only you.” You relax into him, warmth spreading through your chest. “Je sais,” you whisper. He smiles, holding you close. “Toujours,” he promises.
(Je sais = I know, Toujours = Always)
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𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨 - Gabi is usually carefree, laughing, teasing, completely unbothered — until he notices someone standing a little too close to you, voice low in a way that makes your shoulders tense. He’s at your side instantly, arms wrapping around your waist like it’s instinct, chin resting lightly on your shoulder. “Tudo bem?” he asks softly, eyes flicking to the guy with a polite but unmistakable warning. You relax immediately, leaning back into him. Later, you tease him for how fast he moved. He grins, unapologetic. “I don’t get jealous,” he says easily. “But I don’t let anyone make you uncomfortable either.” Then he presses a kiss to your neck, affectionate and sure, like that settles everything.
𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡ü𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico never gets jealous — he’s far too secure for that — and he watches with quiet amusement when a woman flirts with him a little too confidently. He doesn’t encourage it, doesn’t shut it down either, just glances over at you, already knowing what’s coming. You step in smoothly, calm but firm, making it very clear who he belongs to. Nico has to bite back a smile. Later, he wraps an arm around you, murmuring, “You know I only see you, right?” You tilt your head. “I know.” He chuckles softly, kissing your temple. “Still,” he adds, clearly pleased, “I like when you're all riled up.”
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𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 - You and Daniel are so laid back it almost feels unshakeable — someone flirts, one of you laughs it off, and you both somehow end up back together without a word. His arm finds your waist, your hand slips into his, natural as breathing. But every once in a while, something sparks and you get fired up, eyes sharp, tone unmistakable. Daniel notices immediately and has to bite back a grin. “Oh,” he murmurs later, clearly entertained, “there she is.” You roll your eyes, still heated. He just pulls you in closer, voice warm and amused. “Relax, love. You’ve already reminded everyone that I am yours.” And he makes sure you know exactly how much he enjoys it.
𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Jenson never tries to make you jealous — he doesn’t need to — but he knows the moment a woman approaches him, you’re already clocking it. You step in smoothly, hand sliding over his arm, voice calm but unmistakably possessive. Jenson watches it all with quiet satisfaction, eyes soft, lips curved in a knowing smile. Later, when you catch him looking particularly pleased, you raise a brow. “Enjoying yourself?” He hums. “Very much.” He leans in, voice low. “I love when you remind me where I belong.” And you do — thoroughly.
𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐥 - Sebastian is gentle, steady, always has been — and so are you — but sometimes insecurity sneaks in quietly. Especially when a younger man lingers a little too long, close to your age, smiling too easily. Sebastian doesn’t say anything right away, just grows quieter, thoughtful. You notice immediately, slipping your hand into his. “Hey,” you murmur later, forehead resting against his. “It’s always you.” He exhales, tension easing. “I know,” he says softly. “I just…” You smile, kissing his cheek. “Forever,” you whisper. He smiles back, relieved, holding you like he never plans to let go.
𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐫ä𝐢𝐤𝐤ö𝐧𝐞𝐧 - Kimi’s presence alone is usually enough — cold, quiet, unreadable — and no one dares flirt with you when he’s nearby. On the rare occasion someone tries, it doesn’t last long. A single look from Kimi, a low, clipped “She’s with me,” and the guy is already backing away. You glance up at him later, amused. “You didn’t have to do that.” Kimi shrugs. “He should’ve known.” His hand tightens briefly at your waist, grounding, possessive. “Mine.” And that’s the end of it.
𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico knows exactly what he has — a stunning, younger wife — and he takes undeniable pride in it. When someone flirts with you, he watches calmly at first, almost amused, letting it happen just long enough. Then he steps in, arm sliding around your shoulders, smile polite but unmistakably territorial. “Sorry,” he says smoothly. “She’s taken.” Later, you tease him about it. “You like that, don’t you?” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “I like reminding everyone,” he murmurs, “that you chose me.” And he makes sure you never forget why that choice was mutual.
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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬
𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Toto has always been possessive of you — not in a suffocating way, but in a way that makes you feel deeply wanted, chosen every single day. At the charity gala, he notices it instantly: a man lingering too close, voice too smooth as he asks your name. Before you can answer, Toto steps in beside you, hand settling firmly at your lower back. “Mrs. Wolff is her name." The man blinks, nods quickly, and retreats without another word. You look up at Toto, amused, eyes warm. “That was smooth,” you murmur, kissing his cheek. Toto smirks, leaning down to your ear. “I don’t share,” he says simply. And the way he holds you afterward makes sure you never doubt how much he means it.
𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬 - James is aware of the age gap more than he lets on — usually confident, steady — but something about seeing you and Carlos talking closely unsettles him. He excuses himself quietly, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s gone. You find him later in his office, standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back. “You disappeared,” you say softly. He turns, hesitating. “I just… needed a moment.” You cross the room immediately, taking his hands. “James,” you murmur, “there is no one else.” His shoulders ease as you speak, your words slow and deliberate. “I chose you. Every day.” He exhales, forehead resting against yours. “I know,” he says quietly. “I just needed to hear it.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Anytime.”
𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 - Laurent has always been calm, composed — proud to have you at his side, his brilliant, younger wife — and you are equally proud to be his. But when a woman near your age starts flirting a little too openly, something stirs inside of you. You approach smoothly, slipping beside Laurent, letting the light catch your ring as you rest your hand on his arm. “Mon mari,” you say sweetly, smiling just enough. The message lands immediately, and the girl excuses herself. Laurent watches her go, then looks at you with an amused glint in his eye. “Jalouse?” he asks softly. You lift your chin. “A little.” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Ma chérie,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “you wear it beautifully.” And the way he holds your hand the rest of the night tells everyone exactly who he belongs to.
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𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤
𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐳 - Lily is quiet, reserved, and a little shy, so when girls approach you, you feel her tension immediately. She doesn’t say anything at first — just stays close, fingers lightly hooking into your sleeve. You smile and smoothly loop an arm around her waist. “This is my girlfriend, Lily,” you say warmly. Lily’s cheeks pink instantly, but her shoulders relax, eyes softening as she smiles shyly. Later, she murmurs, “You didn’t have to do that.” You kiss her forehead. “I like to show you off, my love.” She squeezes your hand, insecurity completely gone.
𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐞 - Neither of you are the jealous type — you’re secure, playful, proud of each other — but after her tournament, you notice a girl lingering a little too close, hand resting on Lily’s arm. You step in casually, smiling. “Ready, pretty?” Lily glances at you, instantly clocking the tone. She smirks, nodding. “Yeah,” she says easily, then leans in and kisses you without hesitation. The girl freezes, then steps away. Lily laughs softly once you’re alone. “You’re cute when you do that.” You grin. “Back at you.”
𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 - Kelly has always been protective — never jealous, just deeply aware of your comfort. When a guy at the club tries to pull you onto the dance floor and you stiffen, Kelly is there immediately. She kisses you quickly, confidently, hands firm at your hips, unmistakable. The guy backs off instantly. Kelly leans in, voice low. “You okay?” You nod, heart racing. She smiles, brushing your hair back. “Good.” The rest of the night, she stays close, grounding, possessive in the way that makes you feel completely safe.
𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐱 - Alexandra is magnetic — people are always drawn to her — and you try to hide your jealousy when someone approaches, clinging just a little closer. She notices every time. With a polite smile, she waves them off. “Pardon,” she says softly. Then she turns to you, amused. “Mon amour,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb over your hand, “you get adorable when you’re jealous.” You scoff. “I’m not jealous.” She laughs quietly, kissing your cheek. “Bien sûr.” And she doesn’t let anyone interrupt you again.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭 - You and Carmen are so clearly each other’s that jealousy almost never exists. The way you stand together, touch casually, laugh easily — everyone knows. And if someone doesn’t? You make it clear. Carmen slips an arm around your waist, smiling sweetly. “This is my partner,” she says. You squeeze her hand. There’s no tension, no insecurity — just confidence and mutual devotion.
𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 - Kika is breathtaking — everyone wants her — but she’s hopelessly obsessed with you. When someone approaches her, she lights up immediately. “My girlfriend is amazing,” she says without missing a beat. “She’s right there.” She drags you into the conversation proudly, arm tight around you. Later, you tease her. “You don’t even hesitate.” She laughs, kissing your cheek. “Why would I?” she asks. “You’re mine.”
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 - Rebecca loves deeply — intensely — and jealousy slips out even when she tries to hide it. When someone flirts with you, she makes a sharp comment under her breath, eyes narrowed. You laugh softly, leaning into her. “What am I going to do with you?” you tease. She exhales, wrapping her arms around you. “I just don’t like sharing,” she mutters. You kiss her cheek. “Good thing you don’t have to.” She relaxes instantly, holding you like that’s all she ever wants.
𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚 - Flavy is pure sweetness — she often mistakes flirting for friendliness, smiling politely until she’s clearly overwhelmed. You step in gently, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Hi,” you say warmly. “I’m her girlfriend.” The message lands immediately, and the person excuses themselves. Flavy exhales in relief, turning to you. “Thank you,” she murmurs, before showering you with soft kisses. “I didn’t know how to leave.” You smile, holding her close. “That’s what I’m here for.”
𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Susie genuinely believes you’re extraordinary — and she understands exactly why people are drawn to you. She’s never threatened, only proud. She introduces you everywhere with a warm smile. “This is my wife.” Her hand squeezes yours, eyes shining. Later, she murmurs, “I love showing you off.” You laugh softly. “You don’t mind?” She shakes her head, kissing your knuckles. “Never,” she says. “You chose me.” And that’s all that matters.
pairing: jenson button x fernando alonso x wolff!reader
summary: f1 fans suddenly turn into internet sleuths to find out who the father of yn wolff’s baby is
a/n: another fantastic @sinofwriting idea
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f1gossip
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f1gossip: This is one secret out of the bag — YN Wolff, daughter of Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff, was recently spotted out and about and very visibly pregnant. The question now remains — who is the father?
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user1: I wanna know how far along she is?!
↳user2: and how on earth did she keep it hidden for so long — the paps love her almost as much as they love the drivers…
↳user1: that's another good question!
user3: yn! God I love her
user4: totally a stupid question but did Toto…like know? Or is this gonna be a surprise to him too?
↳user5: omg imagine the phone call if this was how Toto learned of it?
↳user6: all those poor headphones…what did they ever do to deserve that abuse?
↳user5: 😂😂😂
user7: I want to know who'd be brave enough to go after yn when Toto has made it very clear that drivers are off limits…
↳user8: well I think we're going to have a front row seat…
Bluesky
user9: it's gotta be someone at least adjacent to f1 right?
↳user10: considering she doesn't seem to have a life outside of f1? I'm thinking that's a safe bet
↳user9: rude but very true I think
user11: she's always hanging out with George…
↳user12: George who is her fathers driver? Who has a very lovely girlfriend? Who has publicly called her his sister? That George?
↳user11: I was just pointing out that they hang out all the time!
user13: I'm saying max because that would be really really funny
↳user14: so this is just Toto's newest way to get verstappen to Mercedes? To send his daughter to seduce him to the silver arrows?
↳user15: crazier things have happened
user16: I'm gonna say someone older — she's been hanging around the paddock for years
↳user17: going off that, I'm going to say Lewis
↳user18: he watched her grow up?
↳user17: please she was practically a adult when he joined the team
↳user18: and what? He changed teams so there wouldn't be a conflict of interest or something??
↳user17: you know I'm right
↳user18: I know you're an idiot
user19: has anyone noticed how much time she's spent near the Aston garage? And with the Sky reporters? If Patrick isn't there
↳user20: please she's said multiple times before that she loves nando and jenson because they are usually down with whatever chaos she's got planned
↳user19: likely excuse me thinks
yn_wolff
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yn_wolff: spent the day loving my boys 💚💚
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user21: oh my god you're having a boy?!
↳user22: a new baby Wolff in the house 🙌🙌
georgerussell63: Must you?
↳yn_wolff: whatever do you mean Mr. T Pose??
↳georgerussell63: It's iconic!
↳yn_wolff: it's stupid!
user23: oh yeah that's definitely flirting and not sibling annoyance /s 🙄🙄
↳user24: I'm not giving up hope just yet
↳yn_wolff: please give up that particular hope…me and George??? 🤮🤮
↳georgerussell63: In your dreams.
↳yn_wolff: anyone want to run George over? There might be a seat in a Mercedes if you do
↳georgerussell63: You can't just say something like that yn!
↳yn_wolff: Watch me!
alex_albon: a seat in Mercedes?
↳yn_wolff: yeah I can probably swing it
↳alex_albon: hmmmm 🤔
↳georgerussell63: Alex!
↳alex_albon: Sometimes sacrifices have to be made
user25: I'm seeing the slick way you got everyone talking about George and not your pictures Miss Wolff and I'm in awe
↳yn_wolff: 😉
Private Messages: Fernando, Jenson, and yn
Bluesky
user26: I thought I was going crazy! Like that is definitely 2 different hands
↳user27: it definitely is
user28: I legit sat there with my boyfriend trying to figure out if it was 2 different left hands or a left and right hand situation
↳user29: verdict?
↳user28: it's 2 different left hands
user30: …does this mean that yn has 2 boyfriends?
↳user31: well it's either that or she's publicly cheating…
↳user32: get it girl!
↳user33: love this for her
user34: ok this opens up so many possibilities!
↳user35: how many drivers have tattoos though?
↳user36: not a lot of them I don't think
↳user34: we don't know for sure that she's saying a driver though!
user37: I'm putting money down on fernando
↳user38: she could do better
↳user37: who? George? Get real
f1
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f1: BREAKING: Fernando Alonso to miss Thursday's Media Day in Austria due to personal reasons. He will also miss FP1 with Aston Martin's reserve driver Jak Crawford deputising in one of the team's mandatory young driver sessions. Alonso will be back in the car in Friday's FP2 session.
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user50: you know what I'm thinking?
↳user51: that he's just going to miss doing interviews?
↳user52: Watch Max start taking notes…
↳user50: IM THINKING that he's the father of yn's baby and that she just gave birth — she was getting close to her due date
↳user51: ohhhh…so you're the crazy type
↳user50: just you watch — I'm right and you'll all see
↳user53: so the crazy is just out for everyone to see…
user54: I hope everything is ok…
↳user55: I'm sending well wishes to him, regardless of the reason why he's not there
user56: I'm going to laugh at everyone who thought he just became a dad when it turns out it was just a doctors appointment or something
↳user50: I'll accept your apology then too
skysports
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skysports: Despite being on schedule for this weekend's F1 race, Jenson Button will not be in Austria due to family matters.
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user57: well this just got interesting…🤨
↳user58: is his family matters meeting with Fernando's family matters??
user59: but what does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN??
↳user60: …it means he won't be in Austria??
↳user59: stop ruining my fun!
user61: is this a safe place?
↳user62: historically…no
↳user61: I'm going to say it anyway — fernando/jenson/yn!
↳user63: well that's hot 🥵
↳user62: what is it about yn that brings out the crazy in people?
↳user61: I'm not crazy!
↳user64: are you sure?
yn_wolff
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tagged: jensonbutton, fernandoalo_oficial
yn_wolff: Happy Father's Day to my 2 hot DILFs
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user65: oh my god I love them already
↳user66: she is an icon she is the moment
user67: us: wondering who's her partner. her: getting dicked down by TWO hot men
georgerussell63: While I'm glad people will stop insisting that we're a couple, did you really have to go with that caption?
↳yn_wolff: captain buzzkill go away
↳fernandoalo_oficial: and stop flirting with yn while you're at it.
↳georgerussell63: I'm not flirting with her!
↳yn_wolff: that's what they all say
↳user68: YN Wolff I love you just a little bit
↳yn_wolff: that's what they all say 😉
user69: …but they're so old??
↳yn_wolff: yes that's why they're dilfs
↳yn_wolff: also age just brings experience
↳yn_wolff: and talent
↳yn_wolff: and honestly endurance 😉🥵
↳user69: …where can I get one?
mercedesf1: What is this? — Toto Wolff
↳yn_wolff: whoops. I knew I was forgetting something
↳jensonbutton: that's putting it mildly, darling
↳mercedesf1: No — Toto Wolff
↳yn_wolff: yeah you're way to late for that to be effective
pairings: retired f1 drivers x retired f1 legend!yn.
faceclaim: jessica alba.
summary: being the first-ever female f1 world champion was hard enough. writing a tell-all about it, including all the details of your beef with that former driver? let’s just say the track wasn’t the only place things got heated.
warnings: mentions of misogyny. like a lot. so if that is something that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read!! your comfort comes first <3
author’s note: ignore timeline issues!! this was all inspired by that one anon who said something about yn writing a tell-all. if you liked this, maybe send me an ask? :D
now part of a trilogy!
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yourinstagram: it was so fun talking to jimmyfallon about writing my memoir ‘lucky girl syndrome’! i talked about getting the call that i was being signed, getting name dropped in a kdot song (thank you for making me cool to my nephews!) and the legacy i want to leave behind. check it out!!!
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user1: MOTHERRR
user2: omg i’ve already pre-ordered my copy!!
-> user3: i’ve reserved it at my local library 🫡
user4: i hope she spills all the tea. i wanna know exactly who the misogynist motherfuckers are.
user5: she’s the goat female driver idc!! first female championship winner!!
-> user9: during her time in mclaren, jenson was carrying her. but yeah let’s talk about that one rigged championship 😂
user6: she still looks so hot. my first celeb crush.
-> user7: i had pictures of her all over my wall. i think my mom still has them up 😓
user8: worst driver of all time. only there because she looked good in the race suit.
-> user11: if she wasn’t hot, no one would care about her driving.
user10: this was always going to happen when you allowed women into f1. ruined the sport. she was nothing but a distraction on the grid.
-> user12: she was incredible. she clawed her way to a championship when everyone doubted her. she proved that women can do anything. the only distraction are people like you.
user13: please please please tell me she says that her and jenson were a thing. i always used to ship them so bad. the photoshoot for british vogue was imprinted on my thirteen year old brain.
-> user14: ANOTHER JENSONYN SHIPPER!!! baitclaren was my fav mclaren era. y’all can have your twinkclaren!!
-> user15: remember when jenson shut down a misogynistic reporter who tried to imply that yn wasn’t a good driver?? that was his girl frfr!!
user16: i’m so proud of u yn. you’ve been through so much and i’m excited to support you.
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“SHE’S NOT THAT FAST — SHE JUST GETS LUCKY SOMETIMES. THAT’S ALL IT IS. RIGHT CAR — RIGHT TIME. LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.” — a senior mclaren engineer.
dedicated to everyone who ever rooted for me. thank you.
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EXCERPT FROM LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.
by yn yln.
when i signed with mclaren in 2013, i thought i was living my dream.
i was the only female driver on the grid, paired with jenson button—a world champion, a household name, and, to some, a certified heartthrob. they already loved calling him “promiscuous” in the press, and suddenly there i was: the pretty young woman who happened to drive fast. to them, we weren’t drivers—we were a brand. two good-looking people in shiny cars. and that label stuck.
from the start, i wasn’t taken seriously. i’d show up to meetings and realize they’d given me the wrong time. jenson would already be there, halfway through strategising with the team. he always looked uncomfortable when i walked in late, knowing i wasn’t told the same things he was.
“you’re here now,” he’d say, smiling politely, trying to ease the tension. i liked him. he wasn’t the problem. he was respectful, and if anyone made an offhand comment about me, he’d interject with a joke to cut through the awkwardness. but even his kindness couldn’t fix what was fundamentally wrong.
my first podium was a moment i’d worked my entire life for. it was a race where i drove faster than jenson, faster than most of the grid. but the photo they posted of me on the team’s social media wasn’t of me crossing the finish line, or holding my trophy.
it was me in the garage, leaning over the car, my race suit unzipped halfway down. the caption didn’t even mention the podium. it was just… my body. i couldn’t stomach looking through the comments.
i’ll never forget calling my dad that night. he was furious. he asked me why i didn’t make a fuss. why i didn’t storm into the team’s office and demand better treatment. but what he didn’t understand was that it wasn’t that simple. you’re the only woman in a room full of men, and they’re already waiting for you to slip up. waiting for you to show too much emotion, to prove them right when they think women are too “dramatic” to handle the job.
so i kept my head down. i smiled at the cameras, laughed at the jokes, and drove my ass off every weekend. and every time i was faster than jenson, every time i outqualified him or finished ahead, they’d say, “she got lucky.” when he beat me, they’d say, “see? this is why she doesn’t belong here.” it was a game i couldn’t win.
being the first woman on the grid wasn’t just about being fast. it was about being everything they didn’t expect me to be: calm, collected, agreeable. i couldn’t afford to push back because i knew they’d use it against me. so i swallowed it all, every little slight, every dismissive comment, every missed opportunity. i thought if i just kept my head down and drove, eventually, i’d earn their respect.
but now, looking back, i realize… they were never going to respect me. not really. not as a driver. they respected what i did for their brand, for their image. they respected how well i played the part. but as a person, as an athlete? i was just another pretty face to them. nothing more. and that’s what hurt the most.
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Discussion Thread:
“Lucky Girl Syndrome” by YN YLN: Thoughts, Reactions, and the Drama It’s Stirred Up.
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u/checkeredpast: just finished lucky girl syndrome, and WOW. she did not hold back. calling out mclaren for the way they treated her, the “wrong meeting times” sabotage, and the completely inappropriate podium photo… i can’t believe this stuff actually happened.
u/fastlaneandfurious: the part where she talks about the team using her as a “walking brand strategy” instead of a driver broke my heart. like, they wanted her to be the face of the team but refused to actually treat her like a serious athlete.
u/f1fanfiction: let’s talk about the fact that she outsold literally every sports memoir in history. 2 million copies sold in the first week. yn doesn’t just break records on the track, apparently.
u/nosteeringallowed: her calling out the media for labeling her as “lucky” after she beat half the grid is ICONIC. “they didn’t call my male teammates lucky. they called them skilled.” like, yes queen, drag them.
u/ynsthegoat: what got me was the chapter about the infamous team dinner where they wouldn’t even let her speak during strategy talk. then she went out and out-qualified jenson the next day.
u/overqualifiedandundervalued: “they said i was lucky, but luck doesn’t drive faster laps or win races. luck didn’t make me the first woman to win a championship—it was skill, it was hard work, and it was me.” CHILLS. absolute chills.
u/gridgossip: is no one going to talk about the tea she spilled on that one driver? the “polite but condescending” comments she got from him while he constantly undermined her. we KNOW it’s about seb.
u/wheresthefinishline: @ u/gridgossip no no no, it’s def about fernando. she’s been shady about him for years, and the way she described the “overly competitive teammate who couldn’t handle being outpaced by a woman” fits him perfectly.
u/holygrailpodium: the inappropriate photo after her first podium makes me so mad every time. she’s standing there in tears, holding the trophy, and they choose to post a picture of her leaning over the car with her suit half-open?? disgusting.
u/gaslitandgridlocked: her dad being her biggest defender was such a beautiful part of the book, though. “why do you stay quiet when you’re the fastest in the room?” hit me right in the heart.
u/podiumqueen: not me crying over how she kept driving through all of this, knowing they didn’t want her there. like, the strength it must’ve taken to win races when her own team wasn’t even rooting for her.
u/championshipenergy: the way she calls out how different her career would’ve been if she were a man was SO POWERFUL. “they didn’t need me to be fast, they needed me to be pretty. they got both, and they still weren’t satisfied.”
u/mimosasontherace: i can’t stop thinking about the last chapter where she talks about winning her first championship and how no one in her team even hugged her when the cameras switched off. like, they couldn’t even fake happiness for her.
u/driversanddivas: this book isn’t just a memoir; it’s a reckoning. yn exposed everyone who doubted her and proved that no matter what they threw at her, she came out on top. lucky girl syndrome my ass!!!! she EARNED that title.
u/lightsoutandread: imagine being on the grid right now, knowing you were one of the people she called out. the absolute awkwardness.
u/trophiesandtrauma: if you’re on the fence about reading this, DO IT. it’s not just about racing! it’s about breaking barriers, sexism, and resilience. honestly, it deserves all the success it’s getting.
u/checkeredpast: she’s already announced a limited series deal with a streaming platform. you KNOW it’s going to be messy when they dramatize the “wrong meeting times” scene.
u/bookishracer: “lucky girl syndrome” is officially my book of the year. yn didn’t just tell her story; she made sure no one could ever erase it again.
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ham1ltonshaderoom: f1 legend and now best selling author, yn yln, took to harper’s bazaar to discuss writing and her career. however, her memoir went viral for more than its record breaking sales. yln mentioned that there was a certain driver that would be her biggest fan in public and then undermine her in private. it has been dubbed ‘x marks the spot’, with the hashtag gaining major traction on social media. what do you think ham1ltons? and who do you think the supposed driver could be?
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‘there was one driver who always seemed to go out of his way to remind me i didn’t belong. he wasn’t on my team, but his presence always lingered—sharp, dismissive, condescending. let’s call him x. in interviews, he’d say all the right things, calling me a “trailblazer” and claiming he respected what i brought to the sport. but in the paddock, it was another story. during press conferences, he’d interrupt me, throwing in some smug joke that made everyone laugh but left me feeling small. once, during a rain delay, he walked past my garage and casually remarked to my engineer, loud enough for me to hear, “well, at least she’ll look good sliding off the track.” and when i won my first race, beating him in the process, he didn’t say a word. no handshake, no congratulations—just a quick glance and he was gone. i’ll never know why he went out of his way to belittle me, but in the end, i didn’t care. that win wasn’t for him. it was for me.’
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user1: it’s definitely fernando. they’ve never liked each other, and he’s always been salty when anyone’s faster than him.
-> user2: nah, it can’t be fernando. he’s competitive, but he’s never outright disrespectful. i’m thinking nico.
-> user1: girl that’s the point 😭 x was never openly disrespectful.
user3: okay but what about lewis? we KNOW their relationship wasn’t always great. remember how tense they were in interviews back then?
-> user4: no way it’s lewis. he’s literally said she’s one of the most talented drivers he’s raced against.
-> user5: lewis can say nice things now, but what if he wasn’t like that back then? she didn’t say the guy stayed disrespectful. she also said x was nice in public, who knew what he was saying in private.
user6: everyone’s ignoring seb, but she’s shaded him before. what if it’s him?
-> user7: yn has ALWAYS defended seb. if anything, he was one of the few drivers who actually supported her. it’s not him.
user8: it has to be fernando. the whole paragraph is giving fernando energy, and you know it.
-> user9: nah, i still think it’s nico. remember when he threw shade at her in a press conference after she outqualified him?
user10: you’re all wrong. it’s michael. she’s talked about how intimidating he was to race against, and she never got along with him.
-> user11: yn literally called michael one of her idols. she’d never write about him like that.
user12: y’all are missing the obvious answer—kimi. he’s the only one who would say something that blunt and not care about the fallout.
-> user13: kimi didn’t even talk to her half the time lol. i can’t see him caring enough to belittle her.
user14: okay, what if it’s no one we’re expecting? maybe it’s some random mid-grid guy like grosjean or massa.
-> user15: yn wouldn’t waste a whole chapter on someone irrelevant. it has to be one of the big names. my money’s on fernando or nico.
-> user1: fernando for sure. yn’s always been lowkey bitter about him, and this just proves it.
-> user2: it’s not fernando!! why can’t you just accept that some drivers are cocky without it being him??
-> user3: okay but if it’s not fernando, who else would it be?? the smug comments SCREAM his vibe.
user5: we’re all arguing, but yn’s probably laughing at us right now. she KNEW we’d be doing this.
user16: yn ‘attention whore’ yln.
user17: at least we know it wasn’t my king jb 😻
user18: idk who tf yn is but this tea is so juicy 😭
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[setting: thanksgiving dinner, complete chaos. plates of food are half-eaten, wine glasses are full, and cousin jess is recording everything on tiktok. the family is deep into an argument about “x marks the spot,” using jess’s infamous powerpoint as reference.]
uncle bob: jess, i still don’t get why you made a whole powerpoint about this.
cousin jess: because the people need to know, uncle bob. yn’s memoir is the drama of the decade, and you’re welcome for organizing all the evidence.
aunt carol: honestly, it’s that fernando. slide four proves it. all the press conferences where he interrupted her? it’s right there.
aunt fiona: fernando wasn’t that bad. he even congratulated her in, like, 2017. i think it’s nico. slide eight, jess literally wrote “petty king energy” under his name.
uncle hamish: it’s not nico. you’re all overthinking this. i say it’s jenson. didn’t he once call her “intense” in an interview?
cousin matt: jenson literally defended her against the media every other week, hamish. you clearly didn’t listen to slide six.
grandpa: i still don’t understand why this yn person didn’t just punch the guy.
grandma: because she has class, unlike this family. pass the stuffing.
aunt bobbi: wait, what about lewis? slide ten said they were “friendly but complicated.” maybe he was fake-nice to her.
uncle craig: fake-nice? lewis was the only one who liked her, bobbi. slide nine has like five examples of him hyping her up in interviews.
cousin jess: uncle craig, you’re wrong. he was supportive, but there’s that one time he ignored her after she beat him in qualifying. it’s suspicious.
aunt carol: you think it’s suspicious? no way. lewis isn’t smug enough to be x.
uncle hamish: oh please, you’re all just picking names because they sound dramatic. if anything, it was sebastian.
aunt fiona: seb? absolutely not. slide seven shows he called her “one of the best drivers on the grid” multiple times.
uncle bob: that’s suspicious. who compliments people that much unless they’re guilty?
grandma: compliments aren’t guilt, bob. stop eating the cranberry sauce straight from the bowl and get a grip.
aunt carol: you’re all wrong. slide four, people! fernando cutting her off mid-sentence! the man’s guilty as sin.
grandpa: why does anyone care about this? it’s all rich people in fancy cars. sounds like nonsense.
cousin matt: rich people drama is the best kind of drama, grandpa.
aunt bobbi: jess, why is kimi’s slide just a picture of him smoking with “#needthat” written under it?
cousin jess: because kimi’s innocent. everyone knows he doesn’t care about anything but being my dream man.
uncle craig: so why isn’t yn on the slide about drivers who were universally liked?
cousin jess: because she wasn’t universally liked, uncle craig. she was fast, hot, and female in a male-dominated sport. they were all salty.
uncle bob: well, now they’re all posting about how much they respect her.
grandma: of course they are. it’s called covering their asses.
uncle hamish: if i were yn, i’d name names. all this mystery is just fueling conspiracy theories.
grandpa: or she could just leave it alone so we don’t have to argue about it at thanksgiving. what the hell even is f1? is that nascar?
uncle craig: formula 1, dad. jesus, keep up.
grandma (snapping): if someone doesn’t pass me the cranberry sauce right now, i’m gonna be the next x.
[jess pans the camera to her grandma glaring at the table, muttering under her breath as the family keeps arguing.]
cousin jess (whispering into her phone): y’all, my family is losing it over x marks the spot. happy thanksgiving!
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ham1ltonshaderoom: an update on the ‘x marks the spot’ speculation. it started over who exactly is x, from f1 legend yn yln’s memoir and it is causing a stir! with former/current drivers taking to social media and journalists to prove their innocence. kimi räikkönen, when asked, said ‘yn deserved every win she got. people talked too much, but she let her driving do all the talking. always respected that about her.’
mick schumacher released a statement via instagram, with a montage of photos of him and his dad with the first female championship winner: ‘my dad always believed yn was one of the most talented drivers he’d ever seen. he admired her strength, her skill, and her ability to prove everyone wrong, time and time again. he spoke so highly of her and what she brought to the sport, and i know he’d be so proud to see her telling her story.’ when sebastian vettel made a rare appearance to the grid, he confirmed that he had bought a copy and thought that he was proud to watch yn ‘make history’.
now the sudden flurry of support is making fans of the sport wonder just who is genuine and who is covering his ass? what do you think ham1ltons?
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user1: the way literally everyone is tripping over themselves to prove it’s not them is SO funny. one of you is lying, and we will figure it out.
-> user20: exactly!! the fact that EVERYONE is suddenly posting/talking feels so suspicious lmao. someone’s definitely guilty, and they’re trying to throw us off the scent.
user2: kimi’s response is so him. short, straight, and unbothered. it’s definitely not him.
-> user22: we’re all analysing this, but kimi’s out here just vibing like always. love that man.
user3: mick’s statement is beautiful and wholesome as always, but also low-key throwing shade at the others?? like, ‘my dad always supported her’ is giving ‘can’t say the same for you lot.’
-> user21: honestly, mick’s post is the only one that feels 100% genuine. his dad was always so supportive of yn.
user4: seb really said ‘i bought the book’ and dipped. man didn’t even deny anything outright. sus??
-> user5: nah, seb’s always been a yn fanboy. remember when he called her ‘the most talented driver on the grid’? it’s not him.
user6: the lewis and nico posts are giving major ‘damage control’ energy. both of them trying WAY too hard to sound supportive.
-> user7: facts. lewis called her a ‘trailblazer’ like we wouldn’t notice how cold things were between them back in the day.
-> user17: tbh, i don’t think it’s lewis. yn has said before that he was always encouraging her, and they’ve stayed friendly.
user8: fernando’s post feels so rehearsed. like, when has he ever gushed over yn like that before??
user9: low-key think it’s nico. man was so salty about literally everything back then, and the ‘petty king’ vibes match the memoir perfectly.
-> user10: yesss, especially the part where she said he didn’t congratulate her after her first win. sounds EXACTLY like something nico would do.
user11: not enough people are talking about jenson. just because he was her teammate doesn’t mean he’s innocent. the whole ‘answer my texts’ thing was cute, but he’s a smooth talker.
-> user12: nah, yn always spoke highly of jenson. he had her back when mclaren was treating her like a sex toy. i’m ruling him out.
user13: so we’re all just ignoring that fernando spent YEARS shading her in press conferences? india ‘13 is permanently engraved in my brain.
-> user18: can’t lie, if it’s fernando, i’ll be disappointed but not surprised. his 2013 energy was… a lot.
user14: honestly, they’re all acting sketchy. the sudden love bomb of support is too much. one of you is x and we will find out.
user15: plot twist: what if x isn’t even one of the obvious names? imagine it’s someone random like felipe massa lmao.
-> user16: watch it not even be one of the main suspects and we’ve been dragging the wrong guy this whole time 💀
user18: it’s giving ‘we need to get ahead of the narrative’ vibes, and i’m here for the chaos.
-> user19: everyone’s pr team is in OVERDRIVE rn lmfaoooo
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who do you think x is?
nico
michael
lewis
fernando
jenson
sebastian
someone else
it’s not kimi so 😭 (use this as an idk)
Voting ended onDec 7, 2024
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Do you think you could do driver reader with other retired drivers like Seb, Jenson, Kimi, Nico and people like that? Like what would they think of her, what would the dynamic be?
she’d do ANYTHINGGGG to be able to go back in time and race w them :(
more about driver!yn
Sebastian Vettel — “She’s the storm the paddock needed.”
Sebastian Vettel isn’t even supposed to be in Monaco. He swore off race weekends — no media duties, no team consultancy, no press box nostalgia runs. But the moment he hears YN is starting on the front row, something inside him itches.
So here he is, leaning against the paddock railing with a soft smile, baseball cap low, sleeves rolled up, and a warmth in his chest that has nothing to do with the Riviera sun.
And there she is.
YN — hair braided, race suit tied at the waist, fireproofs clinging to her like a second skin, bottle of water in hand, muttering something brutal about setup balance and slow corners. She hasn’t seen him yet.
When she finally turns and clocks him, her whole face shifts — eyes widening just slightly, jaw tightening like she’s trying not to grin. Trying not show how giddy she is that her favorite driver’s here.
“Thought you were done with all this,” she says, walking over.
Seb shrugs. “So did I. But you’re hard to stay away from.”
“Dangerously charming, aren’t I?” she deadpans, already rolling her eyes, but her voice is too soft to mean it.
They stand in silence for a moment, watching the chaos of prep unfold around them. Mechanics scrambling. Reporters shouting. Engines screaming in the background. And still — peace, between them.
“How’s the car?” he asks finally.
“She hates me,” YN sighs. “But we’re working it out.”
Seb smiles, something proud and private in the way his eyes crinkle. “Sounds like most good partnerships.”
After the race — P2. Not the win, but damn close. Close enough to make the world pay attention.
Seb meets her just outside the garage, catching her before the interviews. She’s flushed and buzzing, hair frizzed from the helmet, adrenaline still bleeding through her skin.
“That was brilliant,” he says, and it’s not the usual post-race praise. It’s reverent. Genuine.
“You saw the lock-up?” she asks, already grimacing.
“Yes. And the save.” His eyes glint. “You’ve got instinct. You don’t drive like anyone else.”
“That a compliment or a warning?” she teases.
He leans in slightly, like he’s letting her in on a secret. “Both.”
user: seb vetttelll being her calm anchor in a world that’s constantly trying to knock her down??? i’m sobbing
user: when he said “both”… i ascended. i left my body.
user: if you think seb didn’t come back to the paddock just to see her race, you’re wrong and also boring
Kimi Räikkönen — “She reminds me of myself. Just louder, and a lot more sarcastic.”
Kimi shows up in Silverstone with no warning. No media fanfare, no pre-race announcement. Just walks in with sunglasses on, coffee in hand, and a team lanyard he probably stole from someone else.
And naturally, he heads straight for her garage.
YN looks up mid-briefing, squints, and blinks twice like she’s hallucinating. “Are you… lost?”
Kimi doesn’t flinch. “No.”
“Here to consult?” she asks.
“No.”
She tilts her head. “Then what are you doing here?”
He sips his coffee and shrugs. “Wanted to see if you finally learned how to brake after turn nine.”
YN grins, all teeth. “I’ll show you how I brake — through your kneecaps.”
Kimi smirks. “Good. Stay angry. It’s when you drive best.”
Later, she’s in her race suit, pulling gloves on slowly. There’s a storm coming — not weather, just her. Tension in her shoulders, jaw locked tight, heat in her eyes. The kind of energy that usually ends in a podium or a full-on brawl with another driver. Sometimes both.
Kimi’s still there. He doesn’t hover — he just exists near her, like a shadow with a sharp tongue and too much Finnish honesty.
“You ever thought of coaching?” she asks, adjusting her earpiece.
“God, no,” he says instantly.
She chuckles, tossing her head back. “Not even me?”
He raises one eyebrow. “You’d fire me in a week.”
“Fair,” she agrees.
Pause.
“…You’re still my favorite, though.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just reaches out, gently straightens the strap of her HANS device, and walks away.
On the pit wall — race ongoing:
Luca tells her about pushing harder in Sector 2. She snaps back with a sarcastic “I can’t push what’s already over the damn limit!”
The radio crackles again. And suddenly: Kimi’s voice. Calm. Dry. Perfectly timed.
“Then don’t crash. It’s annoying to watch.”
YN cackles mid-corner.
After she finishes P4, she storms into the garage, annoyed, sweaty, muttering about tire degradation and pit stop calls.
Kimi hands her a water bottle and says, deadpan, “Should’ve crashed. Would’ve been more dramatic.”
She flicks water at him.
He doesn’t flinch.
user: kimi showing up like a feral paddock uncle just to roast yn is PEAK mentor content
user: she said “you ever thought of coaching” and he answered like she offered him a job in hell i’m crying
Jenson Button — “I just remind her that she’s allowed to breathe.”
It’s the Canadian GP, and Jenson’s working punditry this weekend. He’s already had three segments where he talked about YN’s sector times like he was narrating a love letter. Not that he’d ever admit it.
Mid-FP3, he finds her leaning against the pit wall, helmet at her side, boots tapping against the concrete like she’s too full of kinetic energy to stand still.
He walks over, calm as ever.
“You’re overdriving turn 3,” he says without greeting.
“I’m testing the grip,” she shoots back. “And also proving a point.”
Jenson chuckles. “You always try to make a point.”
She raises a brow. “And?”
“And you usually do.” He nudges her boot lightly with his own. “But don’t forget to have fun. You used to smile more.”
YN pauses, eyes flicking up to his, and for a second, the sarcasm softens.
Then:
“I smile plenty. Just not when I’m surrounded by men with microphones who think I’m here for vibes.”
Jenson puts both hands up in surrender. “Hey. I am here for vibes.”
During Qualifying — Live TV Broadcast
“Okay, look at YN here,” Jenson says on-air, gesturing toward the screen mid-hot lap. “Watch the confidence on entry — no hesitation. It’s instinct. You can’t teach that.”
“Would you call her aggressive?” the co-commentator asks.
“No. I’d call her decisive,” he replies immediately. “She knows who she is. That’s dangerous in F1. And beautiful to watch.”
The fans melt.
After Qualifying,she finds him in the media pen, finishing a segment. Walks up behind him and says loud enough for the mic to pick up:
“So are we calling me beautiful or just my cornering technique?”
Jenson laughs, tilts his head. “Why not both?”
She grins — genuinely this time. It throws people off.
user: jenson calling her decisive instead of aggressive is EVERYTHING. this is what mentorship should look like. respectful. proud.
user: jenson and yn having mentor/older sibling banter while also looking like they’d rob you in matching sunglasses? ICONIC
user: “she used to smile more” “you usually make your point” “why not both?” STOPPP I’M GONNA START SHIPPING THIS
Nico Rosberg — “She’s chaos with purpose. That’s what makes her so dangerous. And so much fun to piss off.”
He corners her just after the drivers’ briefing in Monza. She’s already annoyed — the sim didn’t translate well, the car feels unbalanced, and some journalist just asked if she was “overcompensating” by being aggressive on track.
She’s two seconds from committing a crime when Nico appears behind her and says, way too casually:
“Still driving like you’ve got something to prove?”
She turns slowly. Narrowed eyes. Jaw tight. “Oh, I forgot this is your ‘I pretend to be insightful but I’m actually just trying to get a rise out of you’ era.”
Nico grins like a man who’s won. “I missed you too.”
Later, she’s mid-interview, giving calculated, smart answers, and Nico (with a mic, of course, because he’s media now) slides in beside her.
Nico asks, “So, YN, think you’ll ever learn to leave any space when overtaking?”
“Why would I? You didn’t.”
He grins in return. “Touché.”
“Thanks. I’ve got years of your footage saved. For research.”
The reporters eat it up. So does Twitter. He smirks. She glares. The chemistry is chaotic.
In private, though — it’s different.
She finds him on the balcony of the hospitality unit, staring out at the track as if he misses it.
Which, honestly, he probably does.
“You’re not that annoying, you know,” she says, arms crossed.
Nico looks over. “You’re terrible at compliments.”
She sighs, a little more serious. “You get it, though. The pressure. The performance. The branding. How they either hate you or want to own you.”
He studies her. “Yeah,” he says, softer. “I remember what that felt like. When the sport loves what you do but resents how you do it.”
Silence.
Then YN nods, once. “You’re still annoying, though.”
He grins. “There she is.”
user: WHY DOES HE ONLY TROLL HER. he doesn’t even acknowledge other drivers like this lmao
user: the way he called her out ON AIR and she just body slammed him with facts and footage. girl boss behavior
user: i’m sorry but they’re so enemies-to-mutual-recognition-to-rivals-who-flirt-through-insults. i’m sick.
━━━━ Sypnosis Sebastian Vettel is a 4 time world champion, but Sebastian doesn’t care about that, he’s retired now! But his old teammate, his wife, the love of his life, breaks a world record, giving hope to younger children, especially her young baby girl.
The world did not feel quiet anymore.
In fact, it felt impossibly loud.
The sky over Abu Dhabi was a soft, burning blue, streaked faintly with late summer clouds that looked like brushstrokes barely touching the canvas. The air was thick with heat, with flashbulbs, with history being written in real time.
Sebastian stood beneath the paddock awning and felt it settle inside his chest like a second heartbeat.
Eight.
She had done it.
Eight World Championships.
They had said it was impossible.
They had said it with confidence, with certainty, with the kind of arrogance that only motorsport could cultivate. They had said no woman could last long enough, could endure the politics, could dominate the grid.
They had said she wouldn’t even win one.
Now she had surpassed Schumacher.
Surpassed Hamilton.
Surpassed history.
And she hadn’t done it loudly or cruelly or dramatically.
She did it… like she did everything.
Calm.
Focused.
Precise.
Like destiny had simply stepped aside for her.
Sebastian’s hands flexed unconsciously at his sides, fingers curling as if they remembered the feel of a steering wheel, the tightness of racing gloves, the burn in his forearms late in a stint.
He did not feel envy.
He felt awe.
Pride.
A strange, overwhelming tenderness that pressed behind his eyes.
His wife stood somewhere beyond the wall of engineers and cameras, still wearing the race suit — the one in her colors, the one with her name stitched across the chest like it belonged nowhere else but there.
She always looked taller in a race suit. Not by height, but by presence. By weight of history.
She had once been his teammate.
That thought still felt surreal.
Two reckless kids in the 2010s, tucked into the same garage, sharing data readouts and stolen glances, pretending like they weren’t falling in love between tire strategies and podium champagne.
She was the first woman to win a World Drivers’ Championship then.
Now she was the first to break the world record.
And she was his.
There were voices behind him.
Engineers murmuring.
Commentators panicking.
Fans screaming her name like a prayer.
“She’s rewriting everything,” someone breathed.
Sebastian swallowed.
If only they knew.
If only they saw her at four in the morning, hair tied messily, rocking a newborn back to sleep with eyes half-closed, humming softly so she wouldn’t wake the other children.
If only they saw her clipping tiny fingernails with more focus than she ever gave a braking zone.
If only they saw her silent strength.
The children.
God.
The children.
Three of them now.
The oldest, already stubborn, already obsessed with miniature steering wheels.
The second, softer, quieter, always watching.
And now… the new baby.
Born only weeks before the season started.
Summer light still living inside that tiny body.
The world didn’t know that she had driven with milk stains on her fireproof undershirt.
That she had memorized engineering briefings while holding a baby to her chest.
That she had won races on three hours of sleep.
Sebastian exhaled slowly.
He stepped closer to the edge of the garage, the sounds of celebration hitting him in waves. Champagne erupted somewhere. Someone laughed too loudly.
And then he saw her.
She walked toward him like gravity had bent specifically in his direction.
Her helmet was off now.
Her hair was messy with sweat, curls slipping free from the tie.
Her eyes — still glowing with adrenaline — locked with his.
The world shrank.
Everything did.
She smiled.
That small, private smile she only ever gave him.
The one that meant, I survived. I did it. I’m still yours.
He felt something crack open in his chest.
She stopped just inches from him.
For once, there were no cameras close enough to make it feel fake.
For once, it was just the two of them.
“You’re staring,” she said softly.
Her voice was hoarse. Tired. Real.
“I’m trying to remember how to breathe,” he admitted quietly.
Her laugh came out breathless.
She looked… exhausted. Glorious. Human.
“Eight,” she said, almost disbelieving herself.
He nodded. “Eight.”
She swallowed.
For a second, the world champion disappeared.
For a second, she was just the girl who once sat beside him in a briefing room, knees brushing his, whispering jokes about tire deg.
“I did it,” she said.
“You did more than that,” he whispered back.
Her face softened.
“There’s a problem,” she added.
He tilted his head. “Oh?”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice as if the paddock didn’t deserve the words.
“I might collapse into your arms.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He opened them.
She fit like she always had.
Like she always would.
Her forehead pressed against his shoulder, and in that fragile, quiet space, the world stopped screaming.
For a moment, she was not a legend.
She was not history.
She was just his wife.
And she breathed.
The smell of fuel brought it back before the memories did.
High-octane. Rubber. Sun-warmed asphalt.
Sebastian stood alone for a moment after she pulled away from him, the noise of the paddock rising again around him, but his mind was already slipping backward — far away from Silverstone, far away from the noise.
Back to a garage painted in deep, aggressive navy.
Red Bull.
He had been twenty-three the first season they were paired.
She had been twenty-two.
Young enough to believe they were invincible. Old enough to already feel the weight of expectation pressing into their bones.
He remembered the first time he noticed her, really noticed her.
Not as a novelty. Not as “the girl in the garage.”
But as a racer.
He had watched her hands before her face — long fingers tightening and loosening inside gloves, knuckles flexing like she was preparing for war. Her jaw had been tight, eyes forward.
Focused.
They stood side by side in identical fireproof suits, the same logos pressed into the fabric, the same dust from the floor clinging at the ankles.
She didn’t look at him.
She looked past him.
Toward the car.
“I’m taking Turn 7 flat,” she said suddenly.
He blinked, startled by her voice.
Engineers around them paused.
“That’s optimistic,” someone muttered.
She turned her head then.
Looked at Sebastian for the first time.
“I’m not talking to you,” she said calmly.
The garage went silent.
Sebastian felt something… electric.
Dangerous.
Attractive.
He smiled despite himself.
“You’ll cook the rear tires,” he said, unable to stop himself.
She studied him.
Then she shrugged. “Then I won’t let them.”
He didn’t argue.
He liked her immediately.
Louder memory.
Monaco, 2010.
The air had tasted like salt and heat.
She sat on the pit wall beside him, helmet resting at her feet, hair damp with sweat. He could feel her presence without touching her, like a current of electricity.
“You drive angry,” he said.
She didn’t look offended.
She considered it.
“Do you?”
“No.”
She finally looked at him.
“You drive scared.”
The words should’ve hurt.
They didn’t.
They felt like recognition.
Another flash.
Suzuka.
The rain so heavy it looked like the track was breathing.
They stood inches apart in the cramped briefing room, shoulders brushing, arms crossed, tension everywhere and nowhere.
“You should be careful around me,” she said quietly without looking at him.
“Why?”
“I don’t do soft.”
“I don’t need soft.”
Finally, she smiled.
It was the softest expression she’d ever worn.
He thought then, and this was dangerous, that he could love her.
Another memory.
Singapore.
Late night.
Empty garage.
The hum of cooling engines.
She was peeling off her gloves, fingers trembling from adrenaline. He handed her a water bottle without thinking.
Their hands brushed.
She froze.
He felt it too.
The garage felt too quiet.
Too large.
If he had leaned an inch closer, he would’ve known what she tasted like.
He didn’t.
He stepped back.
She stiffened.
Later, he regretted it.
Abu Dhabi, championship decider.
He remembered the way she touched his hand, brief, accidental, like she hadn’t meant to but hadn’t pulled away.
“You’re nervous,” she whispered.
“I always am.”
She squeezed his fingers once.
“You’re not alone.”
That night, he dreamed of her for the first time.
Fast.
Loud.
Too intense.
Just like them.
Back in the present, Sebastian swallowed slowly.
He watched her across the paddock now — older, wiser, softer in ways he hadn’t been allowed to see when they were young.
She turned, as if sensing him, and their eyes met again.
The same current.
The same gravity.
Some things never changed.
He smiled to himself.
He had fallen in love with her long before he was brave enough to admit it.
Before the championships.
Before the children.
Before the world.
She had always been inevitable.
Zurich was quieter than London.
Quieter than Monaco, quieter than any paddock she had ever known.
The house sat just above the lake — glass and warm wood, wide windows, soft light. It smelled like coffee in the mornings and clean cotton and sometimes baby powder and always, faintly, like the outdoors because Sebastian insisted on opening every window no matter the season.
He was standing in the kitchen when it happened again.
Maria’s tiny weight rested against his chest, warm and sleeping, her breath a soft rhythm under his chin. The baby carrier crossed his shoulders like a harness of responsibility he’d never once tried to escape.
He adjusted it automatically.
Careful hands. Practiced hands.
From the living room came noise. Familiar noise.
Footsteps. Breathless laughter. The sound of socks skating over hardwood.
“Papa!” Niki’s voice — bright, wild, seven years old and already too fast for his own legs. “Lewis beat me again!”
Sebastian smiled without thinking.
“He’s bigger,” he said. “That does not mean he’s better.”
Lewis — named softly, deliberately — a quiet tribute and an unspoken apology to history that had not always been kind. Five years old. All elbows and determination and curls that refused to behave.
Lewis flung himself dramatically onto the couch. “I let him win.”
Niki scoffed. “Liar.”
From behind them, footsteps that weren’t small.
She.
She leaned in the doorway, barefoot, hair loose, oversized knit sweater falling off one shoulder. Tired in the way only champions and mothers understood.
She watched Sebastian before she watched anything else.
Always him first.
He felt it and looked up.
And he softened.
He walked toward her slowly, careful.
Maria stirred but didn’t wake.
Sebastian kissed his wife before saying hello.
Soft. Familiar. A kiss that tasted like shared nights and early mornings and twenty years of knowing exactly how the other breathed.
“You’re staring,” she murmured against his lips.
“Always,” he replied.
She kissed him again, slower, lingering. Her hand slipped around his waist, the other brushing Maria’s tiny socked foot.
“She likes the motion,” she whispered. “If she wakes…”
“She won’t,” he said quietly, confident.
He brought his forehead to hers.
The boys groaned loudly from the couch.
“EW.”
Sebastian didn’t even look at them.
“Get used to it.”
Later, they sat outside.
Blankets.
Porch lights warm gold.
The lake looked like a sheet of dark silk.
Niki lay half on her lap, half on her legs. Lewis sat beside Sebastian, head resting against his side. Maria slept against Seb’s chest, her tiny fist wrapped in his shirt.
She tucked her feet under Sebastian’s thigh.
Their fingers intertwined.
“You were loud today,” he said softly.
She hummed. “You liked it.”
“I always like it.”
She tilted her head.
He kissed her temple.
She turned and caught his mouth with hers this time.
Not rushed.
Not shy.
A kiss made of memory.
“I watched from Turn 4,” he said after, quieter now.
“I saw.”
“You pushed.”
“You always like when I push.”
She smiled.
“You wore the carrier again,” she teased.
He shrugged slightly.
Maria shifted and sighed.
“I’ll wear it forever if I have to.”
She leaned into his shoulder.
“I love you.”
He didn’t answer.
He just kissed her again.
And again.
And again.
And when they finally pulled back, the kids were asleep.
The house was warm.
The night was kind.
And Sebastian thought, not for the first time, that this was the victory no one could ever take.
They started calling him the housewife somewhere around race five.
He pretended not to hear it.
He heard everything.
The paddock smelled like hot tyres, sunscreen, coffee, and money. Cameras clicked like cicadas. The air vibrated with engines warming and voices echoing off concrete.
And there he was.
Baby carrier strapped securely to his chest.
Maria warm and solid against his heart.
She made a tiny noise whenever he walked too fast. He adjusted his steps automatically, slowing, swaying, rocking her like it was a rhythm he had memorised since the day she was placed against him.
Niki and Lewis were already ahead.
Tiny Ferrari race suits.
Red — far too bright for two children who had only ever known black carbon fibre floors and polished garages.
Helmets tucked under their arms.
Running.
Always running.
“Papa!” Niki called, skidding to a halt beside him. “They said we can stand by the barriers!”
Lewis grabbed his hand. “Can we see Mama’s car?”
Sebastian looked down at them.
Smiling felt like breathing.
“Slowly,” he said. “If you fall, I will tell your mother you fell heroically.”
They liked that.
They ran slower.
People stared.
Some laughed.
Some pointed.
Some whispered.
The cameras always found him.
Ex-world champion.
Former Red Bull prodigy.
Now wearing a baby.
Pushing ear defenders onto two tiny heads.
He heard the nickname before he saw it the first time.
“Ferrari’s favourite housewife is back.”
He nearly snorted coffee.
Maria slept through it all.
Someone from media brushed past him.
“Is it difficult, bringing children to race weekends?”
He looked down at Maria’s tiny face.
“No,” he said. “Winning is difficult. Loving them is easy.”
They stopped asking after that.
From the pit wall, he watched her.
Always her.
She moved through the garage like a force of nature — calm, precise, untouchable. Engineers moved when she spoke. Mechanics listened when she lifted a single finger.
His wife.
World champion.
Eight times.
He bounced Maria when she fussed.
Her cry softened immediately.
Niki tugged his leg. “Papa, why are people cheering Mama so loud?”
He crouched to his level.
“Because,” Sebastian said quietly, “they are watching history.”
Lewis leaned against him.
“She’s pretty.”
“Yes,” Seb said, because there was no other word.
She glanced toward the barrier.
Found him instantly.
Their eyes locked.
She smiled.
Not the media smile.
The real one.
The one that belonged to him.
He lifted Maria’s little hand.
“She’s waving to you,” he mouthed.
She laughed.
He felt it down to his bones.
Later, the boys sat on his shoulders.
Maria slept.
The garage glowed orange from the evening lights.
His wife drank water slowly beside him.
Her shoulder pressed to his.
“They called you a housewife again,” she whispered.
He tilted his head to press a kiss to her hair.
“They are jealous.”
She smiled.
“I like you like this.”
“I like me like this too.”
She leaned in.
A soft, quiet kiss.
In front of everyone.
And somehow just theirs.
The paddock didn’t go silent after the chequered flag.
It softened.
The air shifted from adrenaline to warmth, from noise to something gentler. Champagne mist still clung to the concrete, and the sky had turned that soft, forgiving gold that only race evenings ever seem to have.
Sebastian noticed it because he always noticed things like that.
He found her in the driver’s room.
She was sitting on the edge of the couch, boots kicked off, hair loose, helmet resting beside her like a crown set casually down.
And she smiled when she saw him.
Not loud.
Not public.
Him.
He crossed the room and kissed her.
Soft. Warm. Slow.
Then he sank down beside her, shoulder to shoulder, their fingers automatically finding each other.
“We survived another one,” she murmured.
“We survived everything,” he answered.
They drifted.
Not asleep immediately. Just…softened into each other.
And somewhere outside—
Maria fell asleep first.
She’d been held carefully against the chest of Max Verstappen, her tiny fingers curled into soft fabric, her breathing deep and even. Max had rocked her without anyone noticing. Quiet. Careful. Protective.
He laid her down first.
In the middle of the soft bed.
Tucked blanket edges like he’d done it a hundred times.
Then came Niki.
A tiny Ferrari suit half-zipped, cheeks still pink from laughing.
He’d tired himself out racing imaginary laps around the McLaren hospitality with Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri, who had eventually carried him in — one at his feet, one supporting his back — like precious cargo.
They placed him gently beside Maria.
Careful not to wake her.
He curled instinctively toward her warmth.
Last came Lewis.
Little Lewis.
He’d fallen asleep in an actual Mercedes chassis — the power off, ears covered, hands still wrapped loosely around the steering wheel, lips parted mid “vroom.”
His head had rested against the arm of Lewis Hamilton, who hadn’t moved for nearly twenty minutes just to let the child sleep.
Eventually, a soft voice at the doorway.
It was Toto Wolff.
He didn’t speak immediately.
He just lifted the boy — careful, strong, like lifting something sacred — and brought him into the room.
Laid him between his siblings.
Pulled the blanket higher.
Stepped back.
Only then did Sebastian stir.
Only then did she open her eyes again.
And then she saw them.
Three small bodies.
Three soft breaths.
Three little lives folded into the space they had built.
And Maria…between them now, Max’s jacket folded beside the pillow like a silent promise.
She whispered, “They’re all here.”
Sebastian kissed her hair.
“They always find their way back.”
Outside, cameras tried to capture it through the glass.
Inside, it became something no one needed to see.
A family — tangled together.
Quiet.
Safe.
Champions of something that had nothing to do with trophies.
And later…much later…this became the photo everyone remembered.
you ask the drivers to join your pilates session. includes the f1 grid 2025 (except aston martin & lawson) and dilfs (räikkönen, vettel, webber, button)
ᡴꪫ my poor bby alex but nico was on fire (how did a tractor beat a ferrari?) Also hello, my hiatus ends with this
ᤎ༉ williams
aa23
— wakes up one morning and decides he wants to see (not join) what pilates is about
— you make him wear athletic wear, saying that he can get a glimpse for a few minutes and then do his required workout
— but suprise! joins the class when he's asked by the pilates instructor if he wants to try
— "its torture bunny, how are you doing it once a weak? Can't feel my arms" (he's all sweaty, a massive grimace on his face while you pout sweetly, body just slightly covered with sweat)
— redemption arc incoming
cs55
— gifts you pilates reformer so you both can workout from home
— doesn't think to even try it out but his fitness coach sees it and makes him use it
— it becomes part of his daily workout routine
— buys a second reformer because now you can do his routine together
— "look at us mi amore, finally a couple workout routine" (he looks like a puppy saying it, bright eyes, big smile)
ᤎ༉ mercedes
ka12
— kimi and you plan dates based on the tiktok trend 'alphabet dating' and its your turn to plan a date based on the letter p
— for a while now you wanted to try pilates but didn't go so it's the ideal idea to do it with your emotional support bf
— "its horrendous cuore mio, don't make me do it again" (you won't, but you can't wait to show his sister the video)
gr63 (platonic!reader)
— you and carmen plan the monthly girl's day at her and george's place, and you decide to ask carmen to join you for a class as you have seen pilates trend all over social media
— george the ever so chatty guy, comes in at the moment and wants to know what pilates is
— so you book a pilates class for the three of you
— george is into it and gets every penny out of the class
ᤎ༉ alpine
pg10 and kika! (love herrr)
— kika is the first to try pilates and swears by it, thats why she's making you tag along to her pilates classes (she even bought you matching sets!)
— you don't enjoy it much but do it anyway because you feel stronger and love kika's excitement whenever you join her
— pierre, feeling slightly left out, watches the pair of you get ready in matching pink sets and decides to swap his morning run (and black clothes) for a pilates session (and pink shirt and shorts)
— like you, pierre doesn't like it as much as kika though he loves the fact you're all doing it together and secretly likes the colour coordinated fits
fc43
— doesn't get the hype around it
— you try to bribe him with a paid dinner, shopping spree and other things but nothing seems to work till he comes around and makes a suggestion
— "i'll join you if we'll have car sex guapa"
— will spill the fact he had sex in his car in an interview
ᤎ༉ racing bulls
ih6
— "that's a torture device, bebe, to stretch and kill a man. i won't go even near it."
— he does after encouraging words (and a week long sex ban)
— very hesitate to use it and mostly lays on it, watching you putting all work it
— is very vocal on how good you look and compliments your flexibility
i dont write for liam, sorry!
ᤎ༉ red bull
mv1
— doesn't care for the sport and you can't get him to join
— still is a supportive bf and buys you cute sets and trinkets but also pays for the classes
yt22
— takes one look at it and regrets his decision
— powers through the class, face mirroring his hate for it but tries and fails to put on a brave face
— afterwards he sips on a strawberry matcha, eyes wide as you happily talk about buying a reformer for your shared home (he can't say no when you're that excited but is dreading the view of the toture device in his home gym)
ᤎ༉ ferrari
cl16 & alex
— alex and you see pilates all over tiktok and decide to give it a go
— while you stay consistent, alex much rather enjoyes her cardio and does it in the meantime
— but once in a whild she will join you for a beginners class (its just a hobby, you don't take it too seriously) and books it for the three of you, so charles doesn't have an out
— he's pretty confident he'll be better than alex but his confident attitude dwindles when you arrive and he's the only man
— a man in a women dominated field!
— after adjusting a few times, he'll definitely end the class on a high, cocky smirk on his face
lh44
— isn't too happy about it and doesn't enjoy it a bit but will be better than you
— is definitely planning a revenge
ᤎ༉ kick sauber
gb5
— "you want me to do what?"
— he's not thrilled but his ego will absolutely push him to do his best and top yours
— will make you pay for the class and matcha afterwards
— occasionally joins you when you go to a class just to brag in front of your girlfriends that he's better than you
— doesn't realise that his cocky attitude is a big reason why you continue with pilates (he's hot like that)
nh27
— he'll do it without complaining but you take one look and know he doesn't like it but will push through the class (he does the sets more or less lazy)
— class finished? great now he can freely gossip about the pilates moms' drama
— "Nein, nein, she said that Claire's chocolate cake isn't made out of fresh ingredients but cake mix box. But says it's her grandma's recipe. Poor granny, her reputation might aswell be gone."
— asks you once a month to book a class for him too just for the gossip
ᤎ༉ haas
ob87
— is doomscrolling when you get ready for your first pilates class ever, nervous smile decorating your lips as you put your hair up
— instantly asks you about plans and if he can drive you
— the class has free space which gives you the chance to pleading look up your boyfriend "can you join? i'd feel so much more secure"
— will do it even though he doesn't exactly wear the right stuff but he's a man in love and how can he say no to your beautiful face?
eo31 (bff!reader)
— its estie bestie who has to listen to you complain about wanting to pick up sports again but you don't
— thats why he books you a pilates class
— doesn't realise the consequence of his action because you will book him a pilates class too under the disguise that you're joining his workout routine
ᤎ༉ mclaren
op81
— come on, that man is gone for you and will do it once for you without protest
— during the class his irritation will grow but he'll keep it to himself and lets you rant about your difficulties and accomplishments when you share a snack on your way home
ln4
— he views pilates as a typical girl's sport and doesn't even think about doing it himself but you catch him off guard when you make him join you in front of the tv, a video on its display and a few things like towels and weights laying besides the mats
— you'll absolutely destroy him but won't notice it because you're locked in
— he's panting at the end, laying sideways to watch you
ᤎ༉ dilfs
kr7
— complains about back pain for days, so you ask him to join you
— immediately says no
— but you stay persistent and search for pilates at home videos on youtube
— finally get him to join you but only because you'll give him a massage afterwards
sv5
— on tuesdays, he religiously pulls out everything that's needed for a good pilates session at home
— its a ritual and it started with you wanting to be fitter after seeing him workout (he didnt pressured you, it motivated you)
— is a dedicated motivation speaker, says stuff like "Meine Süße, two reps and then breath", "You're doing amazing, oh look at you, legs toned and abs on display"
jb22
— honestly he doesn't care for pilates at all but seeing you wear those cute sets? sign him up
— which you did
— "She wants us to do that? Hell no" (does it anyway)
— as long as you go to his sport with him, he'll go to your sport
mw (whats his racing number? 15? someone tell me pls)
— supportive but won't go to pilates or do it at home after seeing videos
— "I love you but i'll not do it. Hush it, stop with your eyes, darling."
— will ask lily, oscar's girlfriend, to go with you and pays for it
