F1 GRID || when security stops you at the paddock gate because you forgot your pass and he has to come get you!
MAX VERSTAPPEN – cold & protective you decide to text max curtly, “stuck outside. forgot pass. they won’t let me through.” max appears within minutes, expression unreadable, eyes sharp, jaw tight. he doesn’t even glance at the guard’s protests. “she’s with me,” he says firmly, the authority in his voice silencing everyone around. he guides you inside with a steady hand at your back. you mutter, “sorry, i shouldn’t have– ” “don’t apologise,” he interrupts, voice low. “just call me next time. i don’t want you standing out there alone.” “like… what?” you whisper, glancing at him. “exposed. like you don’t belong there,” he says, letting go just enough to give you space, but his hand lingers, a silent claim. you roll your eyes as his words, but nonetheless, you still blush.
OSCAR PIASTRI – deadpan but still slightly smug you’re standing at the gate, phone in hand, sending rapid texts, hoping he'll see them in enough time, “forgot my pass. they won’t let me in. help?” the security guard shakes his head, clearly frustrated, and you bite your lip. a shadow falls over you. oscar, hoodie up, hands in pockets, walking swiftly like he doesn't want to be there. “she’s with me,” he says, flat, tone sharp enough to stop the guard mid-sentence. within seconds, you’re waved through. as you fall into step beside him, you mutter, “thank you.” he glances at you, eyes flicking to your phone. “texting me about it?” “yeah, obviously but clearly it's pointless since you don't have your phone,” you shrug. he smirks slightly, voice low. “don’t make a habit of standing out here. next time, i might just leave you.” you roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “whatever you say, oscar. as if you'd leave me, alone.” “oh yeah?” he mutters, eyes glinting, “good luck getting in without me.”
CHARLES LECLERC – softly teases you you’re stuck arguing with security, trying not to look flustered, when you text charles, “babe, i forgot my pass. they’re treating me like a stranger.” a few minutes later, he arrives, sunglasses on, casual grin in place. he doesn’t even need to raise his voice, “she’s with me,” he says, hand slipping naturally into your smaller palm. the guard lets you pass without another word. “see?” you murmur, exasperated. “i didn’t even have to fight.” charles leans closer, lips brushing your ear. “sometimes it’s fun watching you squirm,” he whispers. “so supportive,” you mutter, shoving his chest lightly. he laughs softly. “shut up. i just like making sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
ARTHUR LECLERC – polite & quietly exasperated you’re stuck outside the paddock, phone in hand, “arthur… forgot my pass. they’re not letting me in. pls save me.” a few minutes later, arthur arrives, walking briskly, expression calm but eyes scanning the guard like he’s already calculating the easiest way through. “she’s with me,” he says quietly, voice polite but firm. the guard steps aside immediately. you exhale, relieved, and grin at him. “took you long enough. maybe next time i’ll call for your brother instead.” arthur freezes mid-step, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly, eyes flicking sharply toward you. “next time,” he mutters, voice low, “i'll leave you there.” you laugh, nudging his shoulder. “and they say romance is dead.” he glances away for a second, trying to hide the flush in his cheeks, then slides his hand over yours as you walk.
GEORGE RUSSELL – polite but pointed your thumbs fly, “george… forgot my pass. help pls before i die of embarrassment.” george arrives minutes later, calm, collected, lanyard already in hand. “she’s with me,” he says crisply to the guard, leaving zero room for argument. the way he says it is quiet but final, and you’re waved through immediately. as you walk, he slips his hand into yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “don’t worry. i’ll always come get you,” he says softly. “even if i make you look like a chauffeur?” you tease. george smiles, leaning down slightly, voice warm, “even then. although… i might enjoy it a little.” you laugh, shaking your head. “you’re ridiculous.” “maybe,” he murmurs, thumb tracing small circles over your hand, “but you like it.”
LANDO NORRIS – chaotic & dramatic, per usual you’re at the gate, waving your phone like a white flag, “lando, please. they won’t let me in. save me before i die.” in less than three minutes, lando comes barrelling down the path, curls messy, lanyard swinging. “oi! that’s my girlfriend!” he shouts, catching the guard’s attention instantly. you bury your face in your hands, groaning, while he practically flashes his face like a weapon. “how do you even forget your pass?” he mutters, tugging you through. “it was an accident!” you laugh, swatting at him. “sure, sure. forgetful is your middle name,” he teases, still gripping your hand as you walk. “don’t worry. i’ll always save you.” you grin, rolling your eyes. “you're a sad excuse of a hero” “your favourite hero, actually,” he corrects you, squeezing your hand again.
OLLIE BEARMAN – flustered but protective you text frantically, “ollie. help!!! forgot my pass, stuck outside.” ollie comes running down the path, hair tousled, hoodie half-zipped, hands waving at the security. “she’s with me!” he blurts, louder than necessary. the guard hesitates, then nods, letting you pass. “you’re ridiculous,” you mutter, laughing. “i have to make sure no one bothers you,” he says, grabbing your hand, thumb brushing over yours. “you could’ve gotten stuck here forever.” you shake your head, smiling. “maybe, but you really don’t need to panic.” he smirks, holding onto your hand a little tighter. “i like panicking when it’s about you.”
CARLOS SAINZ – relaxed but teasing your text buzzes his phone, “stuck outside paddock. forgot my pass. come get me?” carlos strolls over, calm, sunglasses perched on his head. he doesn’t rush; he just stands in front of the barrier, one of his large hands reaching for yours, “she’s with me,” he says casually, and the guard steps aside. you groan. “i can’t believe this.” he laughs, leaning in so his voice brushes your ear. “i can. you forgetting things is kind of your thing.” “my thing?” you ask, mock offense in your voice. “yeah… it gives me more chances to come rescue you, maybe you do it on purpose.” he says, smirk in place, guiding you inside.
ALEX ALBON – sharp, yet quietly amused you text him with a groan, “alex… i forgot my pass. they’ve got me standing here like i’m some random fangirl.” he shows up not long after, tall frame cutting through the small crowd by the gate. no raised voice, no drama. he just slips his hand into yours like it’s second nature. “she’s with me,” he tells the guard, tone calm but firm enough that the guard instantly steps back. you’re waved through like nothing happened. as you walk, you mutter, “i swear they looked at me like i was lying. like i just made you up.” alex glances sideways at you, lips twitching. “well… you do talk about me like i’m too good to be true sometimes.” you elbow him lightly. “cocky much?” his smirk widens, hand squeezing yours. “nah, just reminding yo, no-one’s gonna mistake you for a fangirl again. not when i’m holding your hand.” you raise a brow, teasing. “so i'm just a PR stunt?” he chuckles, leaning closer, voice dropping so only you hear, “no. this is me making sure everyone knows where you belong.”
LEWIS HAMILTON – confident, low-key amused you’re at the gate, phone in hand, “lewis… they won’t let me in. forgot my pass. come get me.” lewis strolls up minutes later, calm, sunglasses low, his presence immediately commanding. “she’s with me,” he says smoothly, and the guard steps aside without arguing. you smirk. “took you long enough. maybe next time i’ll text nico instead.” lewis freezes mid-step, glancing sharply at you. “nico?” his tone is calm but carries an edge. “i’m joking,” you say, chuckling. he lets a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, thumb brushing over yours. “joking or not... you only call me. understood?” you roll your eyes, but can’t hide your grin. “understood, your highness.” he chuckles softly. “good. now let’s move before anyone else gets any ideas.”
ISACK HADJAR – earnest, anxious, protective your thumbs move swiftly, “isack!! stuck outside, no pass, they won’t let me in. pls hurry before i die.” isack comes running, hair messy, cheeks flushed. “she’s with me!” he blurts, his french accent loud and clear. the security guard steps aside immediately. “you really didn’t need to yell,” you say, avoiding others' stares. “i did,” he replies, slipping his hand into yours. “i just– don’t like seeing you stuck. makes me nervous.” “nervous?” you laugh. he tightens his grip slightly. “i don't want anyone else helping you. you’re mine, y/n.” you roll your eyes but smile. “alright then, my nervous saviour” he grins shyly. “i’ll take that title… if it comes with saving you again.”
KIMI ANTONELLI – sweet & eager to help you text him, frowning “kimi, i forgot my pass. stuck outside the gate. can you come get me?” he replies almost instantly, “wait there. i’m coming.” a couple minutes later, he shows up half-running, half-tripping over his own steps, curls a little messy. “i'm here!” he blurts to the guard, a bit breathless. the guard waves you through without hesitation. “you didn’t have to sprint,” you deadpan, walking beside him. “yeah, i did,” he says quickly, cheeks a little pink. “you sounded stressed. i didn’t want you to wait alone.” you smile softly. “what, afraid i’d call someone else instead?” his eyes widen like you’ve just suggested a crime. “no! i mean– i hope you wouldn’t. i want to be the one who helps you.” you nudge his arm gently. “don’t worry, kimi. you are.” he relaxes, giving you the smallest, relieved smile. “good. then, uh, i'll carry your pass next time too. just in case.”
LIAM LAWSON – flustered with a bit of self-deprecating humour your text him,“liam.. um, i forgot my pass, i’m stuck outside. pls hurry.” he jogs up a few minutes later, cheeks pink, hair a little messy from the run. “she’s with me!” he says, almost too loudly, his accent somehow making him even louder. the guard lets you through. “you look like you sprinted a mile,” you tease. “yeah, well,” he huffs, grinning sheepishly, “you panic-text like you’re in actual danger.” “you weren’t worried?” “of course i was worried,” he says quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “if anyone else saw you standing here, they’d probably try their luck. and i’d rather not test my competition.” you roll your eyes, smiling. “you make it sound like i’m a trophy.” “you kind of are,” he says, half under his breath.
DANIEL RICCARDIO – playful but stupid you type quickly, “daniel. forgot my pass, stuck at the gate. rescue me pls.” a few minutes later, he rolls up on an electric scooter. “princess pickup service!” he announces, grinning as he waves the pass at the guard. “she’s mine, don’t worry.” you stare at him, horrified. “no. i’m not walking in with you if you’re on that thing.” “what? why not?” he asks, mock-offended. “because it’s embarrassing,” you hiss, covering your face as a couple of fans giggle nearby. daniel plants one foot dramatically on the scooter deck, smirking. “come on, babe. you get chauffeur and entertainment. no one else is offering this package deal.” “i’ll take my chances with security, thanks,” you mutter, crossing your arms. he sighs theatrically, dismounts, and pushes the scooter beside him like it’s a wounded pet. “fine. but just know, you rejected peak service. five stars, easy.” you roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “you’re dumb.” “dumb,” he echoes, leaning down with a wide grin, “but still the one who got you inside.”
LOGAN SARGEANT – has a boyish charm but he's earnest your thumbs fly across the screen, “logan!! i forgot my pass. stuck outside like a loser :P”. he jogs up not long after, hair a mess, cheeks a little flushed from the heat. “she’s with me!” he blurts quickly, flashing his pass before the guard can even argue. you’re waved through in a second. you groan, hiding your face in your hands. “why do you always yell like it’s a life or death situation?” logan laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “because it kinda feels like one when it’s about you.” you glance up at him, surprised. “you’re so dramatic.” “i’m serious,” he says, slipping his hand into yours as you start walking. “i don’t like the thought of you waiting out there alone, like someone could just… bother you.” your expression softens despite yourself. “aw. my protective knight.” he grins, a little sheepish.
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