Isaak hadjar x reader (the reader is his childhood bestie)
Hi anon! I hope you love this, I've been looking at some crochet bees, so I got inspired lmao, it's a little short but fluffy.
Open for Request and Asks!!!
request open for any F1 drivers, can do F2, F3, Indy, Motogp but I need to check them out before doing them, so I actually know them. No smut cause I can't write smut to save my life.
Stitched With Love
Isack Hadjar x Reader
-Where the rookies line up for your crochet gifts, but Isaak makes sure everyone knows his childhood sweetheart comes first. You had known Isaak since before either of you could ride a bike.
He was the boy who used to tug at your sleeve during recess, the one who swore he’d always be around, and true to his word, he never left.
Through karting tracks, study nights, and teenage arguments that always ended with laughter, Isaak remained a constant.
Now that he was in Formula 1, nothing much had changed between you two except that you had learned to crochet in your free time.
Isaak liked to tease you at first, calling you an old lady, but the moment you surprised him with a navy-blue beanie that had a tiny stitched “H” on the brim, he wore it everywhere.
The other rookies noticed.
“Where’s mine?” Ollie asked one afternoon, pointing at Isaak’s hat. “I want one too!”
You laughed, promising him something simple.
Soon enough, crochet projects piled up.
Cute frog in a basket for Gabriel, a small plush bear for Ollie, an pancake hat for Kimi, a keychain for Liam, and a long scarf for Jack before he left which has the numbers and colors of each rookie with YourFavoriteColor on both ends.
In the end, each rookie alongside your boyfriend Isack got a little penguin plush personalized to their favorite color and animal hats.
The boys adored it, and Isaak adored you even more.
“Don’t get too used to it,” he grumbled one day, watching Gabriel take a hundred selfies in his lil frog in a basket. “She’s mine first, you know.”
“Relax, Isaak,” Liam teased with a grin. “We all know she’s your childhood sweetheart. No one’s stealing her.”
Your cheeks burned, but Isaak just reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. He leaned closer and whispered, “You’ll always be my favorite project, you know.”
Flashback
It started with the beanie.
Isaak wore it to the paddock one chilly morning, smug as ever, and by the end of the day the other rookies had cornered you.
“Can I get a crochet too, a frog maybe?” Gabriel asked first.
“I’d love a bear.” Ollie added.
“Do you think you could make a bucket hat?” Kimi grinned.
Liam just shrugged. “Keychain’s fine. Don’t want to stress you out.”
Before you knew it, they were practically lining up like kids at a candy shop.
Flashback Ends
Isaak wasn’t thrilled.
During one race weekend, you sat in the hospitality crocheting a soft red scarf for Ollie when Isaak plopped into the seat beside you, scowling.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” you teased.
“Yeah, with you,” he muttered. “They’re stealing all your time. I only get a few days with you during the season, and now you’re too busy making projects for them.”
You stifled a laugh. “Are you jealous of yarn now?”
“I’m jealous of them,” he said bluntly, tugging at your half-finished project. “You’re my childhood best friend, my girlfriend, my person. They don’t get priority over me.”
As if on cue, Ollie leaned over the table. “Is it done yet?”
Isaak shot him a look so sharp that Ollie held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! I’ll wait.”
You nudged Isaak’s shoulder, smiling softly. “You’ll always come first, Isa.”
That earned you the smallest, most satisfied smirk. He leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased, before muttering, “Good. Now, finish mine next. They can wait in line forever.”
I had an idea platonic max verstappen x (Toto and Susie wolf’s child) reader she’s like 13 and quiet and reserved but she gets along with all the drivers but she is intimidated by max until Baku c:
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This is so cute 🧊🎀 anon, I hope you like what I made for this request!
Open for Request and Asks!!! request open for any F1 drivers, can do F2, F3, Indy, Motogp but I need to check them out before doing them so I actually know them. No smut cause I can't write smut to save my life.
Not So Scary
Platonic!Max Verstappen x Wolff!Reader
-Where she learned in Baku that the drivers she feared most weren’t always the ones who would hurt her.
You were used to being invisible.
Not in the literal sense, your pastel outfits had a habit of going viral every time you stepped into the paddock, but in the way that everyone’s eyes always drifted to your parents first and you like it that way, less camera on your face.
Toto’s towering frame, Susie’s sharp poise, the kind of presence that filled entire rooms.
Compared to them, you felt like a whisper, soft colors in a world full of harsh edges.
Most of the drivers never made you feel small.
Lando always cracked silly jokes to get you to smile, Charles sometimes teased you about your fashion, and George treated you like a younger sibling. But Max Verstappen? You avoided him. He was too intense, too sharp around the edges.
His reputation on track matched the fire in his eyes, and you did not want to accidentally get burned.
That was why sitting alone in Baku’s paddock felt safe until a shadow fell across you.
“You’re by yourself?” a voice asked.
You looked up, and your heart nearly stopped.
Max Verstappen stood there, hands in his pockets, blue eyes catching yours.
He wasn’t scowling, not exactly, but his expression was serious enough to make you sit straighter.
“My parents are in a meeting,” you said quickly, wishing your voice didn’t sound so small.
Max tilted his head. “You look nervous. I’m not going to yell at you.”
That startled a tiny laugh out of you, more out of shock than amusement. “I just thought you were scary.”
Max blinked.
Then, to your surprise, he laughed, short and real, not mocking. “Scary, huh? I guess I can be. But only when I’m racing. Off track, I’m just me.”
You hesitated, fingers smoothing the fabric of your pastel skirt.
He noticed, and his mouth curved in a small, almost shy smile. “You don’t really look like your dad,” he said. “Mercedes and intimidation. You’re the complete opposite.”
Heat crept into your cheeks. No one ever said it so directly. “I like colors. Pastels feel calm.”
“Fits you,” Max said simply.
For a moment, silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.
He asked what you liked to do outside of the races, and you told him about reading and sketching.
He actually listened, nodding, making the occasional comment.
The nervous knot in your stomach slowly untangled, and you realized something you hadn’t expected.
Max Verstappen wasn’t scary at all.
When your parents finally came back, you stood, smoothing your skirt again.
Max gave you a small nod. “See you around, Wolff.”
And for the first time, you believed it.
After Baku, something shifted.
You no longer avoided Max in the paddock.
It wasn’t as if you suddenly became best friends, but you found yourself drifting toward him more often, your steps almost unconsciously carrying you closer.
The other drivers noticed.
“Thought you were scared of him,” Lando whispered one afternoon, nudging you when you stood near Max during a media day break. “Now you’re practically glued to him.”
You blushed and shook your head. “I’m not glued.”
But when Max came back holding two water bottles and casually passed one to you, Lando’s eyebrows shot up. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
Charles was more teasing. “Of all people, you pick Max? I would have bet on you being friends with Oscar since both of you are introverts.”
You had no way to explain it to them.
It wasn’t that Max was soft, not in the way Charles or Lando were.
He didn’t go out of his way to make you laugh or treat you like a kid to fuss over.
He was steady, solid, present without demanding anything from you.
He reminded you of home.
He reminded you of your father.
Toto could look like a wall of stone to the rest of the world, but you knew how he would stoop down to fix the bow in your hair, or how his voice softened when he asked if you had eaten.
Max carried that same duality, intimidating to the world but quietly attentive when it mattered.
Once, you admitted it in passing, your voice low as you walked beside him in the paddock. “You remind me of my dad.”
Max glanced at you, eyebrows raised, but didn’t laugh.
He only asked, “Is that good or bad?”
You smiled faintly. “Good. My dad looks scary, but he’s really doting. You’re kind of like that too.”
For a long moment, Max didn’t say anything.
Then he gave a small huff of a laugh and muttered, “Don’t let your dad hear that comparison. He might kill me.”
You giggled, and when Toto later came into view, Max only gave you a slight nudge forward, as if returning you to where you belonged.
People might not have understood why you gravitated to Max, but you did.
Like imagine max and yuki go to a bar and they have a drunken confession scene with some angst but a happy ending
Hi Anon! I have made the fic and decided from now on my drivers x drivers should be on my AO3 so here is the link for the fic:
Bars and Kisses
Summary:
While celebrating Max’s win at a bar, a drunken and emotional Yuki runs off to cry, only to accidentally confess his feelings to Max without recognizing him.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Relationship: Yuki Tsunoda/Max Verstappen
Characters: Max Verstappen, Yuki Tsunoda
Additional Tags: Drunken Confessions, Accidental Love Confession, Miscommunication, Pining, Unrequited Love That Is Actually Requited, Crying in a Bar Bathroom, Victory Celebration, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt and Comfort, Emotional Vulnerability, Soft Kissing, Mutual Feelings Reveal, Comfort Cuddling, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Mention, Fluff, First Kiss, Bars and Pubs, request from tumblr, Mentioned Charles Leclerc, Mentioned Lestappen, Mentioned Drinking Alcohol, Drunkenness, Sleepy Cuddles, Post-Confession Cuddles, The Author Regrets Nothing
Ngl I saw 2010 Nico Hulkenberg and like damn he had and still has that face card -🎀🪔 (I’m distracting myself from the yuki situation as you can tell lmao😭)
HE DOES BUT HEAR ME OUT Alpha Tauri Liam Lawson...
The yuki stuff is literally upsetting me so much rn ngl I have a day off of uni and I’m likie bruh free my boy Yuki :c I hope you had/have a great day at school <33 - 🎀🪔
I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU
cause the thing is, that second car is a fucking shitbox, even max is having a hard time getting good results with his 1st seat.
but- NO cause if you actually checked the history of max's car, you'd realize that RB specifically ignored the flaws of the car cause max is getting consistent result, which stagnant their upgrades, instead of getting upgrades, they do it now, but now mclaren who kept upgrading now has a superior car.
No hate to max, no hate to mclaren their just doing their job, but RB? they keep back seating their second car for max, and now Vcarb is getting more consistent with isack and they now will throw him to the wolves.
Other than Daniel Riccardo and Checo, no one has able to consistently hold the 2nd seat of redbull, now they keep scrambling for a good driver for it and the only person other than yuki they can try to put there is isack cause they know that liam is still struggling in the vcarb much less the rb before which they switch both yuki and liam before, so now with arvid arriving in f1, and now yuki has no seat, unless alphine will take yuki in.
I just hope that if yuki will actually leave f1, he will build his dream restaurant.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA now I can't bribe my friend to start watching f1 knowing this uncertainty of yuki
Hi, I loved the fic "Dad? What's that? I only know Papa." I loved it so much because no one really writes crossovers like, Oh my gosh, there are no words. 🩷🩷
OMG THANKS! I do have something else in my notebook to work on, i did a poll with my friends on the pairing so look forward to that if you like blue lock, if any of you have more ideas on crossovers with F1 x Reader x Anime from platonic to romance just send an ask!
Tho specify if you want to integrate like the anime stuff to the fic like here I didn't really mention the superpowers of bsd mostly about the armed detective agency and nothing else so yeah!
I hope you had a wonderful day today and a great time during winter break - 🎀🪔
💜 JUST FINISHED MY CLEARANCE YEYY
I MISSED WRITTING SM EVEN IF I WAS DOING WRITTING FOR OUR CAPSTONE RESEARCH and I still have an essay to do... Anyways I'll be back to writting fics yeyyy
