giuseppe-yuki

[giuseppe-yuki]

sorry for the lack of updates guys ;-;

it always seems like the second i have free time all my motivation and inspiration become nonexistent

[giuseppe-yuki]

ok guys actual genuine question - when i write, i have my own preferences on writing short blurbs or long fics depending on my mood, but i was wondering, what you guys prefer to read???

[giuseppe-yuki]

Anais, PLEASE tell me you saw Esteban’s new TikTok with the squirrels in NYC?? LOL It reminds me of your Esteban fic with the flying squirrel shapeshifter reader

hi anon,

omg yes i did!

A SKOUIRELLE!!! A SKOUIRELLE!!! a scqroll…🐿️

i love esteban - he’s so silly sometimes :)

also, shameless advertising: here is the fic anon is talking about

[giuseppe-yuki]

i'm a feminist, obviously (but i really wouldn't mind him saving me)

sailor!kimi antonelli x pirate‘s daughter!reader

w.c.: 4.8k

warnings: attempted assault, curse words, blood (?)

summary: it‘s not so safe being the daughter of an infamous pirate lord- good thing you know how to fight. however, for some godforsaken reason, your father still assigns you one of his novice sailors as a “protector” of some sorts. obviously, you‘re no damsel in distress, but it’s kind of cute how hard he tries to protect you. so, you let him.

a/n: holy cow this idea has been marinating for like 6 months but i was too lazy to write it until today - anyways its loosely inspired by olivia rodrigo's unreleased song, prison for life :)

picture credits from pinterest :)

“kimi’s still being quite obvious, isn’t he?” doriane notes, nodding at the scene playing out in front of you both. 

you turn your head towards the general direction where doriane was pointing before your mouth splits into a grin. you watch in amusement as the new recruit wobbles his way across the damp mess hall, clearly still not used to life aboard a pirate ship, and plops down on a barrel next to one of your father’s cabin boys, luke. after a few glances around, he attempts to discreetly maneuver himself to face you from his spot on the barrel, even if that meant completely ignoring a confused looking luke who was in the middle of explaining something animatedly.  “mmm,” you hum in agreement, taking a swig of your ale, before sending a wink at kimi.

his amber eyes get real wide when he catches you looking back at him, and he almost falls off the barrel in his haste to turn around. 

your father’s pathetic attempts were not slick at all. it was actually quite obvious what he was doing - assigning you an “extra layer of protection.” ever since the alarming news of a rival pirate band, the "red bulls," had defeated the infamous “scuderia ferrari” clan and kidnapped the captain’s son, charles, your father had become increasingly wary of your safety, even on his own well-protected ships. 

as if you needed protection though - at the age of ten, you were giddily working the cannons and participating in hand-to-hand combat with the sailors. when you were twelve, you mastered knife throwing (which honestly came to you naturally) by throwing your hand-carved knives onto targets pinned on your father’s other two pretty vessels, "williams" and "aston martin”. by the time you turned sixteen, under the prideful gaze of your father, you routinely joined the crew in happily looting the cargo ships that were stupid enough to sail by your father's pirate armada.

it honestly seemed like a joke at first, considering you were always surrounded by people like your friend lia, from williams, who could easily take out a man twice her size, or doriane, who was under your father's mercedes crew, that knew twelve ways to kill someone with a spoon. when you mentioned it to doriane during your weekly sparring session, she almost keeled over from laughing. who was that little novice sailor supposed to protect you from when the boys at red bull were probably the ones that needed protection from you?

however, it was now clear that it wasn’t a joke. it seemed that he actually did have some skinny little sailor- who looked like he would lose a fight to the rats that lived in the galley- trailing around you, looking like a lost puppy. even worse- it seemed like he was obsessed with you. 

feeling put-off by the thought, you remove yourself from your seat between lia and doriane to head back to your cabin. maybe you can pen a letter to your father to change his mind.

they don’t even notice your leave as they continue bickering on the better weapon to use if you were ambushed. (dagger or pistol?)

you run through scenarios in your head to complain to your father about in order to dismiss kimi of this insipid job. the more you thought about it, he was more of a liability instead of a help. ambush? he’d probably be the first one to hightail it away. attempted kidnapping? yeah, his throat would probably be slit by the time he even noticed anything gone wrong. storm? no doubt he would likely be the one to fall overboard first. fire onboard? kimi would burn to a crisp. you were sure he couldn’t tell the sharp point or the butt of a sword even if he tried. 

as you float up the stairs back towards your cabin (perks of being captain’s daughter, you suppose), you giggle at the image of kimi scratching his head in front of a sword, trying to figure out which side was which.

distracted, you don’t notice until it’s too late.

a bulky gunner, outfitted with the signature green bandana marking him from your father’s aston martin ship, slips out of the shadows behind you and grabs your shoulders. it startles you, preventing you from making too much of a fuss before he slams you against the wall of the secluded staircase.

you add a new box to your mental list on how kimi was to give you a disadvantage - by distracting you via fake scenarios.

your skin stings from the rough wood digging into your back as he leans closer, horrid breath wafting into your nose. 

it’s obvious that he expects you to be the shivering damsel that you look like.

“hello there,” he spits into your ear. “you’re looking real ravishing darling.” 

you bite back your scoff, instead focusing your attention on slowly sliding your hands under your coat. 

this is why you always keep a dagger in your leather sheath nearby - men like these were always roaming your father’s ships. 

the gunner leans forward, fully intent on - quite rudely too - putting his lips on yours. 

you’re about to pull your dagger out from its hiding place to slit the man’s neck when a loud “HEY!” catches both of your attentions. 

you peer over the gunner’s shoulders to find none other than kimi, standing wide-eyed at the sight of the rather large man pushing you against the wall against your will. 

“unhand her.” he hisses with as much venom as he can muster (which wasn’t much, considering he was shaking like a leaf). 

when neither of you move, he scrabbles at his scabber for his novice sword - a pretty little thing that was silver and wood with engravings around the handle. 

he gives it a few experimental slashes at the gunner, warning him to back away. 

“get away from her,” kimi snips, borderline poking the gunner’s chest with the tip of the sword. 

the gunner’s brow wrinkles, and it seemed, at first, that he was going to fight back at kimi, who was holding a weapon he obviously didn’t know how to use. 

instead, he laughs, roughly pushing himself away from you and adjusting his green bandana.

“alright, alright, got yourself a little protector here, huh?” the gunner snorts, stepping back as kimi maneuvers himself around hulking man to stand guard in front of your figure against the wall. “didn’t realize you came with a puppy.”

he gives kimi one last mocking glare before he clomps away, boots thudding against the deck. 

you give the back of his a glare as he walks away, shoulders still rolling with that smug, heavy-limbed swagger. there’s no shame in any fibre of his being, and he doesn’t even look back. 

kimi doesn’t relax - not even when the gunner disappears around the corner, not when the tension lingers in the air like smoke. 

his sword is still raised, trembling just slightly, and you can see the wood of his handle is slick where his fingers are gripped, knuckles white. 

you feel a sudden warmth in your chest when you look at him with his terrible sword grip, along with a pang of guilt for underestimating how far he would go to protect you.

sighing, after you tuck your own dagger back into the hidden sheath, you reach up and pat his raised arm, coaxing him to relax a little bit. 

“thanks for doing that,” you say, watching him visibly deflate as the adrenaline in him runs out. 

he nods, avoiding eye contact. 

“yeah, i’m just trying keeping you- safe, that’s all.”

“mm,” you hum back, feeling charmed by his choice of words. “i think you really scared him off.”

kimi laughs a little, breathless and disbelieving as he tries to shove his sword back its scabbard. it takes him a few tries.

“you really think so?” 

you give him a bright nod, but your eyes start drifting back in the direction of the gunner. 

he probably thought that you were going to let him off easy.

“stay here,” you instruct kimi as you push off the wall, hands sliding into your coat for your dagger. 

he begins to stutter out justifications on why he should follow to protect you, but you give him a stern turn of your head.

“no, no, i insist, you should sit down,” you suggest, pointing to the wall. 

kimi looks a bit dazed, but he hesitantly slides down and takes a seat on a step of the stairs as you slip away.

the gunner’s green bandana is visible against the orangey-red backdrop of the setting sun sitting on line of crashing waves as far as the eye can see, which only makes it easier for you spot him out of the groups of sailors milling above the top deck.

when you reach him, you quickly swing your leg in a smooth arc against his ankles, send him crashing to ground roughly, mid conversation. his mate, another gunner that was usually aboard the aston martin, jerks back roughly at the sight of the captain’s daughter standing above his friend, who was now cursing on the floor.

“what the fuck-” the gunner grunts, rolling back, only to see you hovering over him with your dagger under his chin, shadow covering him like a looming figure. 

you allow the tip of your dagger prick his chin, drawing a few drops of ruby blood.

“hey bitch,” you say when sucks in his breath in fear, kicking him in the stomach with the sharp tip of your boot for good measure. “try that shit with me again and i’m throwing you overboard.”

“right - sorry, i’m sorry,” he stutters out, grasping at his stomach, desperately trying to catch his breath. 

you look over at his mate with your knife still out and trained at the gunner’s pulse point, and are pleased to see both men holding their hands out in peace and trying to scoot away.

nodding tersely in satisfaction, you slowly turn back around, but not before giving them an extra warning as an afterthought. 

“stay away from kimi, too.”

you decide to invite kimi over to your quarters afterwards, for a drink. 

it’s a “reward” for saving you from the crazy aston martin gunner, you say to him (and a little bit to yourself - you were supposed to not like him, for god’s sake!) 

kimi looks a little bit too ecstatic to be invited over into your little room.

he looks around your finely decorated quarters, brown eyes shining, as soon as he steps into the doorway. you know it must look like a massive upgrade from the usual dim and dark atmosphere where the sailor’s cots were hung down in the berth deck. 

you slide open a hidden compartment in your big mahogany shelf that your father plundered from a merchant ship before, smoothly sliding out a big glass bottle.

it’s sleek and expensive-looking, something that kimi didn’t expect from a pirate. 

you pour the rum into two red and white porcelain cups that proudly bore the pirate signet of the haas’ fleet - plunder from a successful attack from a few years back.

kimi is still standing, admiring pieces of artwork (that you proudly stole from half-destroyed ferrari ships when you were 14) when you set the cups down on your wooden desk, so you lead him gently away from the paintings before pushing him into velvet chair by splaying your hand on his chest and shoving him backwards lightly. 

he gulps when he sees the shaded liquid glowing in the light of the lanterns around the room. 

“you’ve had rum before, right?” you ask casually, sitting atop your desk in front of him. there was no way he hadn’t - most every pirate did by the time they were kimi’s age.

“yeah… i mean- no.” he stutters out, blinking at the liquid shaking in its glass as the ship navigates the rocky waves. “but how hard can it be, right?”

you know he must be a lightweight the second he knocks back the drink as if it was water.

“kimi!” you yelp, alarmed, quickly setting your cup down on the table. 

forget death by falling overboard. he would probably be the first one in the history of piracy to die by choking on rum. 

he sputters, teary eyed, but gives you thumbs up with a hardly reassuring grin. 

“s’good - it’s…smooth and has a little, um, bite.”

your look of concern dissolves into laughter.

after only one drink, the tips of his ears goes red, he starts grinning a little too wide, and his face, while slightly blushing when looking at you too long before, is now a slightly concerning shade of pink. 

he giggles as he recalls a story about stealing someone’s pocket money with his old best friend when he was younger, and buying a ransom’s worth of sweets to eat.

you’re starting to find him…a little cute, dare you say, even if he’s just supposed to be that little “protector” your father had hired in a laughable attempt to keep you safe. 

as he finishes his second drink, kimi’s little story suddenly turns into observations of your room, and he starts rambling about how soft your bed looks and how shiny the knobs of your desk are, which only make him even more endearing to you.

you are only snapped out of your daydreaming daze when he tries to adjust his sitting position on your chair, only to fall and almost crack his head on the bedpost of your bed. the half of the liquid in his cup splashes onto his scruffy linen top. 

“alright kimi,” you mutter, ripping his half-finished third cup of rum away from him, all the while forcing him to sit safely back on the chair.

“i think that’s enough rum for you.” 

his head lolls slightly, but he manages to keep his eyes trained on you as you fuss around him, peeling his dirtied shirt off to soak in water first, and second, clean up any spilled remnants of rum on the floorboards. the last thing you wanted was your father asking telling you off about your hidden supply of alcohol. 

“you’re warm,” he slurs, mumbling into your arms when you attempt to pull him up. 

on your third attempt of yanking him upwards towards the door, you finally let out a sigh and flop kimi down into your own bed instead, knowing that there was no way he would make it down to the sailor’s quarters himself. plus, it would keep him from accidentally ramming his entire head through the walls if he accidentally stumbles.

he giggles more, words getting more accented as he blabs incoherently. you think you hear your name in his random mutterings, and it easily turns your own cheeks pink. 

you chalk it up to the rum. you must be drunk or something. there’s no way you were blushing over his words.

before you can think about your actions - and its consequences - you sit on the bed, gently reaching out and run a hand through his hair.

he looks at you in a dopey grin, blinking slowly, before relaxing into the palm of your hand with a sigh. when it smooths over the nape of kimi’s neck, the coiled ringlets of his soft chocolate brown curls wind like vines around your fingers.

you stay like that, running your hands through his hair for a few beats of comfortable silence.

“hey, y’know, i got there just in time.” he murmurs, proud yet sluggish from the rum, referring to the inchident from earlier. “you were in trouble- i saw it!”

you smile back and choose not to correct him.

“yeah,” you reply softly, “lucky me.”

his fingers curl around yours before you are able to pull away - clumsy yet determined.

his eyes, glassy with its pupils blown wide, lock on yours like you’re a pearl in the depths of the ocean.

“if anybody hurts you, you know,” he whispers,  “i’ll- i’ll go to prison for life.” 

you almost laugh, given the fact that his words were no doubt tainted by the alcohol, but he looks serious.

before you can respond, he pushes himself upwards with a burst of energy and attaches his lips to yours. 

you kiss back, unsure, before you decide in the split second you feel his soft lips on yours - fuck it, maybe i do like him.

by the time you both pull back from the lack of air, lips shiny with spit, you change your decision. fuck it, you are sure you like him. 

when you wake up the next morning, sun streaming through the gaps of your wooden door, kimi is still curled up in a ball, sleeping, next to you. 

you can’t help but feel jealous of the fact that he still looks gorgeous, with long eyelashes that brush his cheeks and artfully tousled hair, even when his jaw was slack with a line of drool and his limbs are in an awkward jumble. 

you also can’t help but notice that the stuffy air in your cabin around you smells different - like fresh bread and plants instead of the constant salty spray of the ocean - which only meant one thing: you were in port. 

coming into port was one of your most favorite things in the world. it gave you a chance to retire you sea-legs and for once, walk on solid ground. when you had solid plunders, you father also allowed you to traverse through the markets by yourself to buy items that you usually didn’t have access to on board - fresh fruits, new jewelry pieces, novel toys, and your guilty pleasure - shiny weapons, undulled from the flesh of enemies. 

excited, you leap out of bed, ignoring kimi’s angry little grumbles from the waft of cold air that hits his bare back. 

you open the door to your cabin and begin to rush out, no matter that you were still dressed improperly in your nightgown. 

-only to run straight into a hulking figure.

at first, the figure is outlined by the bright sun, coat slightly flapping from the inland breeze, face hidden from the shadows. however, it’s the figure’s voice that gives it away. 

“nice morning, aye darling? we’re docked and the crew’s gone ashore,” your father says brightly, in the smiley voice he only reserves for you. “lia and doriane have been asking me all morning to come fetch you to go to the market with them.”

a surge of panic flows through your veins, semi-blocking half of the words that your father had relayed. if your father caught you with a boy in your cabin, much less the novice sailor that he had “secretly” assigned to you as a protector, the said boy would probably be dead before sunset.

“yeah, of course,” you respond, a little too quickly. “i think i’ll get dressed quickly and get in touch with them.”

leaning backwards slightly, you edge the door closed with your foot, hopefully blocking kimi on your bed from view. 

however, when you look back to your father’s face, you see that his smile has dropped slightly.

“what was that?” he asks, brow wrinkling. “did you sneak something in there? if it’s extra rum for the kitchen, i won’t be mad, it’s oka-”

your father’s words die in his throat when he pushes open the door behind you.

oh fuck.

probably woken up from your father’s booming words, kimi now sits, shirtless, in your bed. not aware that your father - his captain - was in the room, he adjusts the blankets, bleary-eyed, before calling out your name in a groggy voice.

this looked bad - really bad. 

you could already piece together the pieces of the puzzle that were probably in your father’s mind right now. waking up late…daughter in her nightgown…kimi- shirtless- on the bed… 

although you mentally prepare yourself, you can’t help but flinch when your father pushes past you into the room with a bang. 

“what the FUCK is going-” 

“okay father, i can explain,” you grit out, weaving around him to stand in front of a shell shocked kimi.

kimi hurriedly bolts out of bed, standing to attention at the sight of your angry father. 

“captain! sir-uh-i didn’t-! i mean, i don’t think..i-” 

“i gave him a little rum, but he spilled some on his shirt before passeing out,” you clarify over kimi’s efforts to explain himself. “nothing happened. he’s still here- to “secretly” protect me, or whatever you assigned him here to do,” you add on with a huff. 

if your father was surprised from your explanation or from the fact that you knew about his, quite frankly, pathetic attempt to protect you from harm, he didn’t show it. 

“sure,” he says, trailing off in a not-to-sure tone. 

he steps back towards the door slowly. 

“i’ll pretend i didn’t see anything. however, if i step inside this room again and find-” 

“alright, father,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, before you push him out the door, slamming it behind him. “i get it.”

when you turn back, kimi shakes like a flag flying in a storm. 

by the time you step off the boarding ramp and onto solid ground, kimi has stopped shaking. he trails behind you, even though he still vehemently denies being hired by your father to “protect” you. 

tina from your father’s aston martin ship had already tipped you off that lia and doriane had wandered into the market already, so you decide to make your own way through the portside town. 

it’s a pretty nice area, chock full of sellers haggling prices for different goods, marketboys waving their little newspapers, and women marching around with children and baskets full of groceries. 

you wave to a little girl as you walk past an apple stand, but her mother snatches her back before she has a chance to wave back. 

it doesn’t bother you though; townspeople were always wary of pirates - even the friendly-looking ones like alex and logan from your father’s williams ship. 

when you pass by town’s central tavern, a few drunken sailors that you recognize as your father’s sailing master, george, and along with an all-too-familiar man with locs, a bright red bandana, and a horse pin on his breast, stands outside. it’s a shock, considering you’ve always associated him with your father’s familiar three-pointed star and silver bandana. they howl in laughter, minds hazy with a joke that you didn’t hear and a stomach full of the town’s finest beer.

kimi mistakes the falter in your step as fear. 

within seconds, he has wrapped his arm around you, one hand on his scabbard. 

“don’t worry- i’ll keep you safe,” he promises. 

you want to laugh again at kimi’s actions, but you hold it in. 

from the side of the road, the man with the red bandana notices you, eyes widened, before stumbling towards you. 

“hey little girl,” he yells at you, teasing.

it’s what he’s always called you when you were just a toddler, and it was nice to know that he still remembered that nickname, even when he was a crew member on a different pirate ship now. 

however, kimi bristles when he hears the words leave the other man’s mouth, probably thinking that he was a robber or bad guy, and immediately bradishes his sword between the pair of you. 

“don’t get closer,” he spits, with an unprecedented fury. “i’ll- i’ll cut your hand off!”

even though you know the man in front of you could easily disarm kimi in a few quick moves, you pull kimi back, just in case. 

“it’s okay,” you explain to him. “he’s an old friend.” 

the man in front of you chuckles, legs still a little wobbly from the alcohol. 

he gives you a hug, one of those tight and comforting ones he always gave you when you skinned your knee on the deck or banged your head on the beams. after smiling warmly at you, he reaches a tattooed hand out to kimi. 

“lewis- lewis hamilton.” 

kimi shakes it tentatively, yet with a hint of awe. he must have clicked it together - the man was none other than the once-feared pirate of all seas, dominating the islands for more than 7 years aboard mercedes. 

“kimi,” he responds quietly. “sorry for that…”

“well, kimi,” lewis says, with a sparkle in his eye. “i think you’re a good kid- protecting the captain’s daughter. that was my job too, you know? even though she’s no damsel in distress, i’m sure she’s glad to have you here to save the day, yeah?”

after the meeting with lewis, it seemed like kimi had loosened his protectiveness over you. he lets you wander off out of his sight, now longer following you like a puppy. it must be because he knows there is another pirate in town who was willing to sacrifice it all to protect you too. 

you make your way back into the thrumming market, eyes trained on your new target: a little stall filled to the brim with shiny new pistols and daggers, fresh from the blacksmith.

in your pocket, pink and blue engraved alpine ring that you had pickpocketed with a shiny emerald necklace that you fished out of one of stake’s sunken boats. 

honestly, you weren’t sure if it was enough for a new dagger or pistol that you had your eye on, but it didn’t matter anyways. you could always get what you want with a little bit of threatening and the dagger strapped to your leather holster.

thankfully, the gruff man at the stall sets a reasonable price, so you didn’t have to make a big scene. you ponder through the choices. should you get a prettily engraved silver and wood dagger to match kimi’s, or a sleek blue knife with shimmery crystals set into the handle?

as you ponder, kimi suddenly pops up behind you.

if it was anyone else, you’re sure you would've been startled, but he makes so much noise pushing through the chattering of the market that you know it’s him before he taps you on the shoulder.

when you turn around, you are pleasantly surprised to see kimi with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“here,” kimi says, blinking at you shyly. “i stole them for you.” 

caught off guard by the gesture, your cheeks warm. quickly, you lean forward to bury your face into the flowers to take a big whiff of the florals in an effort to hide the smile tugging at your lips. 

kimi glows with pride before he starts babbling about how hard it was to swipe the flowers, but he waited until the woman was helping another customer-

however, your grin suddenly drops as you sense a shift in air. 

something wasn’t right.

a flicker in movement in the crowd behind kimi confirms your instincts. 

a red and navy blue sash - signature of the red bull clan. 

this time, kimi notices that there was something wrong too, voice trailing off. 

the red bull sailor is getting dangerously close at an alarming rate. he’s close enough that you can make out the murderous rage on his face, blonde tips of his hair, and small axe in his right hand. 

before you can have a chance to grab a weapon - any weapon - to charge the sailor, kimi whips around with the bouquet in his hands, trying to locate the threat. 

to your surprise, he somehow hefts it straight into the sailor’s face with the sheer velocity that he is turning at, monetarily blinding the red bull enemy. 

then, kimi proceeds to throw a wicked right hook straight at the blonde-haired sailor’s face, launching the sailor backwards onto the loose gravel.

you hardly notice the villagers around you flock away, wanting to avoid getting hurt in the inevitable fight. 

as a red stream of blood spurts out of the blonde man’s nose, kimi uses one hand to grab the ruined bouquet and unsheathes his blade with his other. 

he points the blade right at the man on the ground before his enemy can have a chance to grab ahold of his dagger again.

“don’t you dare,” he snarls, waving his sword dangerously close to the other man’s jugular. 

defeated, the man rasps a fuck you, before pulling himself to his feet and sprinting away. 

you knew that you could protect yourself, but when he did it for you- god, it was honestly hot as hell. 

gaining awareness that your jaw was hanging open, you hurriedly shut it as kimi turns back around.

“sorry,” he says sheepishly, handing you your now-bloody bouquet with bruised knuckles. “i kinda ruined your flowers.”

an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. 

he just defeated a red bull sailor by himself and single handedly saved you, but all he cared about was accidentally crushing your flowers?

gently, you slide the flowers out of his grip and take his bruised hand instead. several of the knuckles were definitely bruised and one had a tiny stream of blood, which you dab away with a handkerchief in your pocket.

kimi blushes from the way you nurse his wounds gently.

when you look back up at his bashful expression, you can’t help but think to yourself - you were a feminist obviously, but honestly, you really wouldn’t mind him saving you at all.

[giuseppe-yuki]

Heyyyy, so Idk if you're going to see this but I have an idea, it's more of the reaction type? Like the drivers find out that you were a famous gamer back in 2020-2022, like a minecraft y'tuber or smthn like that but you don't show your face and stuff and they find out when you casually bring it up? Idk if u're comfy writing for the rookies but if u're not it's fine. (I hope I didn't sound rude lol)

hi anon :)

you don’t sound rude at all - my inbox is open to all requests! i love specific ones cause they’re easier to write too lol so thank you <3

i hope i did you prompt justice with this quick headcannon!

ex youtuber!reader x rookies headcannons

(side charles leclerc x reader)

• it's bright and early on a thursday afternoon - the most perfect media day the pr management could ever ask for

• ofc, charles his pr to do with ferrari, so he gives suggests you to drop by in his drivers room to chill

• he gives you kiss before you go, cause ofc, he's a good boyfriend

• on the way down the hospitality lane, you stumble upon kimi and ollie in a questionable alley trying to set up a camera to do a "vlog" for their pr duties

• in the seconds that you are walking by them, kimi almost drops the camera twice while ollie stands at least a meter away from the setup as if kimi was going to accidentally press a button that was going to detonate the camera

• feeling your "motherly" instinct kick in, you approach them to fix the problem - you're all too familiar with camera set-up from your streamer days

• "here kimi, move a little to your left, so you'll be in frame, while i adjust the resolution before you start filming"

• it's quite laughable the way you are dressed in a fashionable outfit with your little rosso corsa mini birkin, yet you are are wedged in between the mercedes and haas motorhomes, on your knees, trying to help the rookie drivers focus their camera

• they thank you profusely, but kimi gets curious enough to ask you how you even know so much about camera set-up

• "well, let's just say i had a little bit of an online presence during the covid years."

• you leave them alone to continue their recording and make your way to charles' driver's room before they have a chance to ask anymore questions that you aren't sure you want to answer

• they track you down after they finish their media and meetings though

• ur literally trying to enjoy your coffee with charles in front of hospitality with charles and they come barging into the gated off area (lewis gives them a bombastic side-eye) to ask you more questions

• “wait, so were you streamer or something?"

• charles: ????

• you don't reveal anything directly, but you do say - "well, how do you think charles knew how to set up streams during the covid era? he can barely make pasta by himself!"

• (charles catching strays while being confused what the hell is going on)

• them coming to the realization that yes, you were a streamer they get even more nosy...

• how many subscribers did you have???

• five.... million

• what did you stream???

• 🤫

• you leave at that, knowing that they're bound to be making extensive research to find you

• it's isack that recognizes you by the sound of your voice first after the news breaks in the rookie group chat

• on the verge of tears, begging you for an autograph (as if he wasn't an established celebrity himself)

• "omg this is the best day of my life - i watched your streams all the time."

• close second to lewis hamilton himself on his idol list

• gabriel tries to secretly get the stake media team to try and recruit you for at least 1 chronically online pr video cause its not fair got mclaren got Idshadowlady and now he wants a big youtuber collab too

• (charles vetoes that idea immediately cause god forbid his girlfriend is in an enemy team pr video...)

• it's not much of a secret anymore after jack doohan yells across the hospitality area when you walk by "NO ACTUAL WAY- you were literally my entire childhood i had no idea that was YOU"

• media had a field day with it bc its basically an accidental face reveal at this point

• people now coming to the paddock to get your signature instead of charles????

• ur cult following + charles tifosi = unstoppable

[giuseppe-yuki]

Omggg your recent Pierre blurb reminded of a song named Pierre by ryn weaver .

ooh just listened to it - it certainly gave me wave of nostalgia! i can def see the connection with the part in the song where she’s hesitant to open up and the pierre verse lol

thanks for sharing and giving me a trip back to memory lane :)

- anais <3

[giuseppe-yuki]

red carpet

stylist!lewis hamilton x celebrity!reader

"lewis," you warn, but you still lean into his touch - maybe you were trying to convince yourself, too.

he doesn't respond, only smiling against the skin of your neck. you can feel the metal of his nose piercing trailing your skin.

it's only when his tattooed hands brush the lining under your chanel top when you decide you have to be responsible and put an end to this "fooling around." you were due on the carpet in a couple of hours, for god's sake.

"you're my stylist right now," you snip, nudging him away from sucking another hickey on your neck. "you're supposed to be putting me in clothes, not taking them off,"

he grumbles, but stalks off to grab your dress.

lewis manages to hold it together for approximately 20 minutes - enough time for you to squeeze into a gorgeous givenchy gown that he had ordered custom-made for you - before he slips again.

"wow," he sighs dreamily, stopping in his tracks and watching the both of you in the make-up mirror. "you look exactly like how i pictured you in my vision."

the silence stretches as he not-so-subtly checks you out - leaving you to ultilize threats to get him to move.

"lew, if you don't zip me up right now, im going to fire you.”

he gasps dramatically. “you wouldn’t!”

your team of makeup artists chuckles in the background, clearly used to this routine.

vogue stops you as you ascend the carpeted gala stairs.

“absolutely stunning,” the interviewer gushes, urging the cameraman to pan over your dress. “you’re head-to-toe in givenchy. it’s going to be hard to outshine you! so tell us: who is the genius that styled you tonight?”

you beam at the camera, hand-picked jewelry sparking in the light.

“my boyfriend, of course.”

you gesture behind you, already knowing that lewis is there, fluffing your train with his trusty lint roller sticking out of his suit pocket.

“he styled the whole thing - after getting distracted, like, five times. but hey, it worked!”

[giuseppe-yuki]

coffee order

college student!pierre gasly x coffee shop barista!reader

you hear him, even in the throngs of caffeine addicted college students, before you can see him - fucking pierre gasly with his stupid french accent and scruffy stubble that makes him look like a prick.

everyone knew he was obsessed with you.

the problem was- were you obsessed with him?

erm, not really, you think.

again, like he always does at two pm, he comes barreling into your on-campus coffee shop, which is so perfectly and conveniently located half a block away from his dorms (not that you were keeping track though) to order his stupid “cafe crème,” (basically a latte) which he knew was not on the menu, but did so to piss you off anyways.

“a cafe crème,” he starts, “but, not a latte. i mean, technically it is, but i don’t want it too foamy. like, minimal foam. for the milk, use whole, not 2%, then steam that up to 145-”

at this point, you knew his order by heart.

“yes, yes, 145 degrees, or else it scorches, swirl the milk into the espresso, with a dust a cinnamon,” you list off with a roll of your eyes.

the order was already tapped into the system, order sticker stuck to the cup.

pierre gives you a raise of his eyebrow as he hands you his card.

“okay fillete, feeling a little cranky today, no?”

you choose to ignore him, printing the receipt and resisting the urge to throw it at the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

refusing to give him the interaction he wanted, you wave him off to wait by the pick up counter.

it’s almost like he knows you’re watching him as he throws a wink at you before making his way to the other side of the shop.

muttering curses under your breath, you return your attention to the cup, beginning to scrawl a loopy “pierre” in your handwriting.

suddenly, you come up with a genius idea to piss him off.

when pierre accepts the cup of coffee from your hand, making sure to brush his fingers over yours, his flirty grin suddenly turns into a glare when he notices the pee-air scrawled in black marker on the side of the paper cup.

perfect, you think to yourself.

still, he comes in the day after, looking dumb with some dramatic shades and cocky smile.

pier, you write on the cup.

then peer.

pyre.

paper. (that one was pushing it)

pear.

but he always seemed to come back the next day with a dramatic flourish, and order the same exact thing with a straight face.

honestly, you decide, it was kind of - cute - how hard he tried.

today, you pick up the pen and scrawl another creative name.

you’re halfway through writing p’yairre when he leans in over the counter.

“you know, i think i’ve started to look forward to seeing what i will be called today,” he says, in his stupid french accent.

a half-smile slips onto your face - a change of heart, perhaps.

you scrawl on the cup before handing it to the other barista to fulfill the frenchman’s drink.

out of the corner of your eye, you watch him receive his ridiculously specific order.

you have to bite back a laugh when you see his eyes grow wide and his mouth drop open when he looks on the cup, because on it, in your handwriting, is pierre, complete with a little heart on the i, and a series of numbers after it - your phone number.

you call out to him.

“don’t me regret it, gasly.”

[giuseppe-yuki]

girl omg hi i've been offline bc of my igcse for like 2 months and when i tell you half of the time i was daydreaming about your fics or tryna remember them word by word because they are MASTERPIECES

trust me when i get back i'm binge reading all of them AND reblogging each single one with a detailed essay

hiii alexavia <3 hope all your exams go well!

but STOP LMAO word for word is CRAZY

i look forward to seeing ur little messages :)

MWAH LY N THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT 💋

- anais ♥️

[giuseppe-yuki]

zombie apocalypse

kimi antonelli x resource scout!reader

you take a moment to finally catch your breath, propping yourself against the bloodied and half-collapsed shelf of boxed granola bars.

gross bodily fluid slime, a concerning shade of green, drips into your sleeves, eliciting an annoyed scoff from you.

stupid fucking zombies - they always seemed to attack you in hordes.

once you catch your breath, you set down your camo backpack before shoving as many boxes of granola bars into whatever space you could, eager to check off the toto-assigned mission of gathering extra food supplies.

there’s at least ten boxes, which is surprising, considering the almost barren state of the grocery store, but you take what you can get.

when you’ve stuffed the hell out of your backpack and hefted it back onto your back, you take the chance to snatch a few of the extra granola bars for yourself. fuck toto’s “equal ration plan” - a girl needs her nutrients. after you slide one into your pocket for kimi - you knew he was a sucker for the rare delicacy of the chocolate chips nestled in between the granola - you rip open one to eat.

the bar is halfway to your mouth when a low groan interrupts you.

one of the zombies closest to you, a dismembered lady with half her organs hanging out of a gash that you made earlier, grasps in your general direction, unnaturally wide jaw opening and closing.

annoyed, you reload your shotgun and send a blast straight through her face before you resume shoving the delectable treat down your throat as fast as you can.

you’re munching away, enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate and caramelized crunch of the oats when you hear a scream behind you.

your mind automatically switches to panic mode, thinking about your boyfriend somehow getting mauled by a zombie.

no- but he couldn’t have! you had left him in the grocery storage area after clearing it of zombies, making him promise to stay in there while you gathered the supplies that toto had requested.

when you turn around, shotgun loaded and aimed, you are surprised to see that it actually is your kimi. he barrels down the aisle waving a bent pipe - hardly longer than his forearm - like he was in a gladiator movie.

kimi skids to a stop when he sees you in the aisle alone with your comically large stuffed backpack.

his face is flushed, curls a mess, and temples slightly damp from sweat.

“there was, eh, this zombie lady that i see come into this aisle so i come to save you,” he says, matter of factly.

“oh,” you say, half-flattered your boyfriend would put himself in immediate danger for you and half-pissed that he left the safe storage area. as much as you loved him, he would not survive a day by himself in the zombie-infested world.

“do you mean this one?” you ask, pointing to the lady with the shotgun blast through her head.

she lies, motionless, on top of three other zombies that you had taken out.

“oh,” he echoes back, flinching at the gory sight.

you laugh, reaching into your pocket to pull out the granola bar you had saved for him.

at least he tried.

“that’s okay kimi, it’s the thought that counts, right?” you note, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[giuseppe-yuki]

artwork

charles leclerc x artist!reader

the clunk of the heavy door, soft clinking of the keys against metal hooks, and the scuffle of shoes on the wooden tile floors is what signals you to charles’ arrival.

he whistles a light tune underneath his breath as sweeps into the well lit room, making sure to skirt around the multitude of potted and hanging plants around your art room.

you can feel the warmth of his body behind you before he has the chance to wrap his arms around you.

taking the chance, you leap up out of your seat in front of the easel and pepper kisses all over his face, chunky gold bracelets clanking as you grab onto charles’ shoulders for balance.

he laughs and tries to squirm away as your lipstick covers his face in splotchy red blotches.

“ah, ma belle, that is quite a warm welcome, no?”

you smile at him after you lean back, admiring the masterpiece that you have made. there’s no doubt your own lipstick is smeared as well.

his hair, usually neatly done, is mussed into asymmetrical spikes that stands up in awkward directions, his dreamy green eyes have blown pupils, and your bold red lipstick creates a pattern that pairs nicely with the dusting of pink on his cheeks, only interrupted by the dimples dotting either corners of his mouth.

he sidles in closer, and you think he’s going to lean down and kiss you again, but instead, he reaches around you to dip a finger in a glob of expensive paint and dabs it onto your nose.

“mon dieu, staring at me for so long,” he quips, waving around his rosso-corsa-colored-paint covered finger, “i might as well give you some paint to paint me- it’ll last longer, eh?”

you gasp in mock outrage.

swabbing a giant glob of modena yellow off of your paint palette, you rake a arc down your boyfriend’s arm.

it doesn’t take long before paint is flying everywhere.

kika giggles into her hand after you hand her the paintbrushes that she had requested.

“looks like you had fun earlier,” she says, after thanking you for the brushes.

the back of your neck prickles in embarrassment and your cheeks warm up as you think about what had perspired an hour ago.

“why do you say that?” you inquire, as charles stalks past the doorway, freshly showered, scrolling on his phone.

“well,” kika says, fighting back a smile. “i don’t know if you noticed, but there’s a giant paint handprint on your ass.”

[giuseppe-yuki]

babysitting duty

gabriel bortoleto x reader

the last thing you honestly expect to wake up to is little noemi sky perched in your boyfriend’s arms. inside said boyfriend’s apartment. in the bedroom. with little sparkly bows in her hair. while you look like an absolute mess.

“what the f-” you sputter out, barely halting yourself before you are deemed a bad influence within two seconds of meeting your boyfriend’s coworker’s adorable little daughter.

gabriel sets her down gently, and pushes her encouragingly towards the bed where you sit, tangled in blankets.

“this is my girlfriend over there, noemi,” he says slowly, pointing towards you. “can you say ‘hi’?”

to you, he mouths “babysitting duty,” like that explains anything.

she peers at you, cautious, but when you move on the bed to get closer to her, she bolts like a baby deer into your boyfriend’s legs. she proceeds to grip onto one of his legs like her life depends on it and smashes her face into the material of his pants, as if to hide from you.

“aww, noemi, it’s okay,” gabby laughs, patting her little head, careful not to mess up her bows. “she’s not scary, i promise!”

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s words as he hoists the little girl up to comfort her more.

that’s when she starts crying at a piercing decibel.

did you really look that scary after rolling out of bed in the morning?

it seems like the way into a toddler’s heart is through food. after some dinosaur chicken nuggets, applesauce, and a packet of m&ms that you stole from your boyfriend’s secret stash, she all but snuggles up to you on the couch.

“you know, kids sure are cute,” you say, watching noemi giggle as she smashes buttons on gabriel’s phone.

gabriel hmms, next to you, eyes bright.

“yeah, but making them is the-”

the gall of this man.

“gabriel lorenzo bortoleto oliveira-” you hiss out, cutting him off. “in front of the actual child?”

“okay, okay, sorry,” he says, laughing, before smooching a kiss on your cheek. “just saying…”

you shake your head, but there’s a slight smile on your face.

you refocus your attention on noemi, watching her extreme concentration on using her little finger to tap things gabby’s phone.

it’s cute until you realize she has somehow navigated to the messages app.

“wait wait wait noemi,” you say, prying her hands away from the mobile device. “what are you doing?”

you gasp when you see what is on the screen, before laughter starts bubbling up in your throat.

gabby hasn’t seemed to have caught on yet, more invested in making a now distracted noemi giggle by tickling her belly.

when you turn his phone over towards him, his eyes widen the size of saucers before he bolts up from the couch.

“yeah, that was my reaction too,” you snort. “i don’t know how you are going to explain to jonathan wheatley the fifteen poop emojis, one urn emoji, four santa emojis, and one ‘i love you’ text.”

[giuseppe-yuki]

would you consider writing for arvid?

also i feel like this is a weird question since i don't think i've seen you write for him before

and this is probably irrelevant but i feel like the instagrams for campos and the redbull juniour team just.. don't really post arvid as much as their other drivers

like their focus is mainly on pepe marti

it might just be me tho

mb i just felt like i needed to get that out cause it's been in my head for a bit but yea just ignore this whole section if you don't wanna answer it

hi anon, don't feel bad for asking questions - that's what my inbox is for! :) now regarding your question: i would say as of right now, no, i don't plan to write for him. compared to the drivers on the f1 grid now, i don't know too much about him, so it's hard to write their personalities and unique references into my blurbs and fics. however, it can def change at any time. for example, last year i had an asking if i wrote for gabby and franco, and i said no then, but ever since their move into f1 i've gotten to know much more about them and have written a few pieces for both of them! i'll def see if i can keep a look out for arvid's interviews and races so i can get bit more familiar with him though!

i can see what you mean with the insta stuff though. i def see more pepe on my feed than arvid. (although i did see they did posted stuff recently about arvid's win in barcelona yayyy)

[giuseppe-yuki]

IT'S ME AGAIN okay but just imagine it: f1 graphics flashing "[Name] Antonell, Partner of Isack Hadjar, Sister of Kimi Antonelli" and then Kimi throwing hands because SHE'S HIS SISTER FIRST AND THEN SHE'S THAT FRENCH BAGUETTE'S PARTNER SECOND and he is just the epitome of Protective Italian Guy over his sisters

But can you imagine the sheer joy of the Sauber team when Buttercup shows up to media day in full Buttercup-like gear and Gabi trailing beside her happily, wearing his team gear? It's so AHHHHHHHHHHH

Also also also - nothing else rn it's 1am for me but i just wanna say I APPRECIATE YOU SM THANK YOU FOR BEING A KIND FRIEND 💕

LOL kimi probably doesn't notice it until a little bit after the race, when he's scrolling on twitter and sees a fan clip of the graphics and someone making fun of the order of the names. you can bet he marches straight to vcarb with ollie on his heels and just about breaks into poor isack's driver's room while shouting HOLD ME BACK! to ollie. (he doesn't stand a chance considering isack has background in boxing ;-;)

ayeeee yes the admin of the sauber media account stands up and starts cheering when they see gabby's girlfriend dressed in green, hand-in-hand with gabriel. they capitalize off of it for sure, doing a few powerpuff girls themed trivia. (if you look closely you can see kimi getting absolutely cooked by isack as he screams about the unfairness of the graphics)

OMG STOP I APPRECIATE YOU TOO :) TY FOR SENDING IN YOUR THOUGHTS THAT HELP EXPAND THE LORE LOLLL you are always welcome in my inbox <3 lyyyyy! 😍

[giuseppe-yuki]

nah as much as i like max… i don’t think that should ever be an option to PURPOSEFULLY ram into another driver.. that’s some crazy work right there

[giuseppe-yuki]

mv33 arranged marriage story im begging u

👀

[giuseppe-yuki]

After reading the last post about Ollie and his bear shifter gfi can stop imagining him whenever people try to pet her. She’s just there curious and non bothered while he is clutching her close to his chest like a kid with their stuffed animal and the haas team find it lowkey amusing.

she can be minding her own business and snacking on packets of honey from catering n ollie will be swooping around and yanking her into her arms just because he saw *one* reporter eyeing his gf down while she was chilling. he sits there stubbornly and clutches her so tight that laura has to walk across the garage and gently tell him to “let go of the poor bear before she suffocates.”

kimi laughs at him afterwards cause he caught a glimpse of ollie on the broadcast and he’s literally a 6’2 guy pouting and clutching teddy bear in the corner of the garage…