#Isack is the rookie of all time

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That last one changed me as a person.

I feel something deep in my spirit.

I’m screaming. Crying. Throwing up. I want to sit in his lap. I want to bite his arms. He’s so. Like I feel something I never felt before.

I’m in my enclosure absolutely GNAWING on the bars.

Look at him, I’m going insane rn.

[littlegrapejuice]

Grid Mum | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Despite you and Max not having any children of your own, it seems that your boyfriend still found a way to get a couple kids from his workplace.

Author's Note: I'M BACK MFS😭 feels like ages ago since i last wrote smth lol i think the off season killed my inspo but hey! It kinda came back ig??

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If there was one thing you always knew about Max Verstappen, is that he would make a great dad.

Truth be told, it wasn’t in your plans at the moment to have a kid with him. Indeed, you had both agreed that you wouldn’t try for a family until Max felt ready to retire – which wasn’t happening anytime soon.

However, every time you saw how Max was with his sister’s children or Checo’s or some of your other friends’, you had to admit that part of you was excited for the day Max would act like that with his own kids.

And right now, you almost thought that this is what was happening with the new rookies.

It had started last year, when Oliver – Ollie – Bearman was called in to replace Carlos Sainz during the 2024 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. At that time, Ollie was in Formula 2 but also employed by both Ferrari and Haas as a reserve driver. And as soon as he stepped foot into the Formula 1 paddock, there was no turning back. Ollie quickly and easily charmed his way into being ‘adopted’ by the rest of the drivers.

It had been a while since a driver that young was racing at such high stakes: Lance Stroll in 2017 when he was 18, and Max in 2015 at only 17 years old. It was then easy for you to connect the dots as to why Max had been part of the drivers – mostly along with Charles Leclerc – that grew attached to the young British.

Max had the tendency to see himself in the young and promising drivers who were stepping into the F1 world at a young age. He would always remember the way he experienced it, despite the bittersweet memories that would sometimes make their way back into Max’s mind. You didn’t know him at the time; having only heard bits and pieces from around the paddock during the years that followed. But a couple months after you started dating Max a few years ago, he had told you about his first seasons in F1 and how they impacted him.

So when Max first told you about Ollie, you knew that you would be meeting him as soon as you would enter the paddock for the next race – which happened during the following grand prix when Max almost dragged you to the Ferrari garage to meet his and Charles’s protege. What you never told Max however was that he surprisingly never seemed to mind engaging with the ‘enemy’ whenever it involved a certain Monegasque.

Obviously, you’d had no choice but to also grow attached to Ollie back then. Max had been right: the kid was sweet, polite, funny, and full of potential. Having followed F2 from afar, you then became slightly more involved as you began to support the Brit and even came to visit him in his garage when F1 and F2 races happened during the same weekends.

You thought that’d be it.

Oh, how you were wrong. One grid kid was apparently not enough for Max. Because as soon as he saw how you were interacting with Ollie, he decided to introduce you to his other ‘hidden’ kids. Even though you were familiar with the Red Bull and Racing Bulls drivers, you had never paid much attention to the rest of their little family i.e. the juniors.

Therefore, the next time Max had been forced asked to film some content with the entire Red Bull family, he had made you come along with him.

“You’ll have fun! Don’t worry about them, they’ll love you.” Max had been weirdly excited about this meeting, and it didn’t take much time to understand why.

You ended up meeting Isack – F2 driver and Racing Bulls reserve driver, Liam – Red Bull reserve driver, as well as Amna and Hamda – the two sisters that raced together in F1 Academy. Watching them all film videos together, you had seen how comfortable the younger drivers felt around Max and how at ease he seemed too. He had smiled the entire time he was talking with them, and you couldn’t help the heartwarming feeling in your chest.

“So?” Max had asked you once you were back into a more private setting, just the two of you.

“It was fun, yeah.” No use in lying, the kids had been great and the whole team made you feel included during breaks.

As you hadn’t been looking at Max when answering him, this meant that you’d missed the way his grin got bigger and how he even did a celebratory fist pump, satisfied with your reply.

So once again, you’d had no choice but to keep in touch with everyone. You hadn’t expected them to enjoy being around you, but it seemed like Max had told them about you and they had surprisingly been excited to meet you.

So now, you had four other kids along with Ollie. And if you thought this time that was it, you were still wrong.

…..

Fast forward to the last few races of 2024, Liam had officially joined the F1 grid due to the departure of Daniel Ricciardo and Isack was promoted to Red Bull reserve driver. This meant that you were seeing him more often than ever as you were thus spending the races in the same garage. So whenever you and Max were in there, you could be sure that Isack wouldn’t take long before joining you two.

Then, it happened. At the end of the year, the entire grid for the next season had been confirmed: six rookies would be racing in 2025. Amongst them, three were already your unofficial grid kids and you had a feeling deep down that Max wouldn’t waste any time in quickly adopting the other three.

With no surprise, it happened before the season even began.

Every year, the FIA organised a photoshoot that aimed at introducing the drivers before the pre-season testing. You knew it wasn’t Max’s most liked event, but at this point, anything was better than the F1 75 Live that Max had been forced requested to attend the previous week. And when you watched some behind-the-scenes from the photoshoot, the smile that appeared on your face could only be described as amused and loving.

Seeing all the rookies flock to Max as they were done taking pictures made you chuckle. But what was even better was the amount of reposts and comments, even by the official Red Bull Tiktok account – you loved the admin. People were so supportive and positively responsive to the scene, most of them now qualifying Max as a ‘grid mum’ to all the rookies. And you knew Max loved it. When you had dinner with him later that day, you wasted no time telling him about it, showing him a couple funny videos about it. It was hard then, not to notice the way Max’s eyes softened as he realised how much the rookies looked up to him.

It wasn’t surprising though. Max was a four-time World Champion, with a hundred race wins and God knows how many podiums under his belt. He had broken tons of records since the beginning of his career, so it felt natural that the rookies were drawn to him.

Even though the media and other drivers at the time had always felt threatened by ‘Mad Max’ as they highlighted his aggressive and reckless driving, you – and the rookies as well – had always just admired his resilience and determination to get to where he currently was in his racing career. Sure, he could be intimidating. But the Max that all the people close to him were used to seeing could only ever be described as caring and silly.

Now if you were counting well, Max was now a proud father of six – Liam, Isack, Ollie, Kimi, Gabriel, and Jack. It would’ve been eight if the Al Qubaisi sisters were still racing in F1 Academy; but even though you wouldn’t see them that often anymore, they were still your girls more than they were Max’s.

And you thought the same would’ve been applied to Max’s new boys. You weren’t really familiar with them, maybe having exchanged a smile and greetings once or twice. But it seemed like they had already taken you for granted simply because you were Max’s girlfriend. You hadn’t expected it at all, and the surprise was obvious when Ollie came up to you on Media Day during the first grand prix of the season, Kimi and Gabriel lingering behind him. You had simply been drinking a juice in front of the Red Bull hospitality, before standing to greet the drivers.

“Hi boys!” You said as they approached you. You gave Ollie a quick hug and ruffled his hair. “Doing alright for your first weekend?”

They all nodded – Kimi and Gabriel were visibly nervous to talk with you, while Ollie quickly kept the conversation going.

“I’m glad we’ve all raced here before in F2”, Ollie explained. “Makes things easier than a whole new track that we’ve never been on.”

“Yeah, makes sense.” You turned to the two others, wanting to include them. “Are you confident on this track?”

“Hmm… Not my favourite memory, racing here. Got two DNFs last year so we’ll see if I have better luck this year.” Gabriel shrugged as if feigning indifference, but you could see that his past results in Melbourne were stressing him a bit more than he let on.

“It’s fifty-fifty for me, I’d say.” Kimi scratched the back of his neck. “I DNFed too for the Sprint, but got close to a podium in the Feature race so I’ll be hoping for the second one to happen this weekend.”

“I think Isack was the luckiest one of us there last year. He actually won the two races but got a penalty in the Sprint so only the Feature counted,” Ollie reminded.

“Well, you’re all in F1 now!” You told them with a smile. “Everything has been reset and we’re starting anew so don’t worry about the bad results of the past. Obviously it’s an experience that’ll be helpful for you to do better, but it’s a whole other racing category for you now. I’ll be cheering for all of you so just do your best and that’ll be more than enough to be proud of yourselves in the end!”

The three drivers all thanked you, glad for the support you were showing them. This was then, that you realised something.

“Did y’all want to see Max by the way? Sorry if I took up your time, I actually have no idea where he is.” You looked down at your wrist to see the time. “Haven’t seen him since he went to the press conference.”

“No, it’s you we wanted to see.” Ollie said it so casually that you almost didn’t believe it.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yeah,” Ollie nodded in confirmation. “Kimi and Gabriel wanted to meet you, so I brought them here. Jack wanted too, but I lost him somehow”

“Oh…” You didn’t know what to say. The rookies actually seeking you out in order to meet you was definitely not your bingo card. The only thing you were sure of, is that it made your smile widen with this knowledge. “Well, that’s really sweet of you both. I wanted to meet you too so I would’ve for sure come to see you at one point during the weekend. Max talks a lot about y’all so I don’t think I had any choice but to see why for myself eventually.”

“That’s why we’re here!” Kimi immediately exclaimed with a smile on his face. “Max is always mentioning your name at least once or twice in every conversation.”

“Which we sometimes don’t know how he does”, Gabriel added.

“Yeah, I get you. He has that tendency of being able to link anything and anyone to his current topic, but you get used to it.” You shrugged with a chuckle. “Do you want to sit with me then?” You offered them. “I could use the company, other than my drink.”

The rookies excitedly nodded at your proposition, gladly sitting at the table where you’d been for the past hour or so. They were surprised when you asked them what they wanted to drink – “my treat”, you said – but gave you their respective orders before you left to go back inside the Red Bull hospitality and get their drinks. As soon as you left, Ollie turned to his friends with a satisfied smile.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow at them, clearly expecting something.

“She’s so nice, I think I could cry. It’s obvious why she and Max are together”, Gabriel said.

“Max is definitely the lucky one”, Kimi argued. “Thank you so much Ollie! This is almost making me wanna join Red Bull just to spend time with her.”

“Yeah, thanks!” Gabriel added.

“You’re both welcome”, Ollie replied with a proud smile. “And don’t ever join Red Bull for her, please. She’s actually their biggest hater and only tolerates them for Max, to be honest. She’d rather have you in another team just so she has an excuse to go to another garage.”

“Wow, okay…” Kimi had a hard time believing that; but then after thinking about it for a few seconds, he realised why you’d prefer to be anywhere else than around Christian Horner, and Helmut Marko, and occasionally Jos Verstappen. “No, yeah. Makes sense, actually.”

Gabriel nodded in agreement. He was about to ask something else to Ollie, but cut himself short when he saw that you were coming back to the table.

You put down the drinks, and gave each one to its rightful owner.

“Enjoy!” They thanked you before you started talking again. “If there’s one thing that’s making me spend time here other than Max, it’s the food and drinks”. You were almost whispering as if sharing your biggest secret. “Thank God you’re all in different teams by the way; I will absolutely have the time of my life going around the paddock every weekend.”

Exchanging smiles, the racing trio had to suppress their laughs. This was exactly what Ollie had told Kimi and Gabriel mere minutes before, and the Brit gave them a look as if to say ‘I-told-you-so’.

You didn’t even notice the discreet exchange between them, as you sipped on a new drink you had gotten yourself and kept going on.

“So if one of you ever needs me to cheer you on, I’ll be glad to infiltrate whatever hospitality. Though I’ll stop by anyway at least once during the weekend.”

If there was one thing the three rookies could agree on, without a single word coming out of their mouths, is that they were never getting rid of you. Hell, they’d probably choose you over Max if you kept being this nice and welcoming towards them. If he were being honest, Ollie had made this choice long ago: first he’d obviously go for Charles, but between you and Max? He had long decided that you’d have his custody over your boyfriend, and he was right in thinking that it’d be the same for the rest of the rookies.

…..

You’d been talking with Ollie, Kimi, and Gabriel for almost an hour when Max came to find you. He hadn’t expected the rookies to be there, but it actually warmed his heart to know that you were getting along well with them.

“Having fun?” He asked, putting a hand on the back of your chair, his eyes softening at the sight of the young drivers in front of him.

They all replied that they were, the smile widening on their faces.

“Your girlfriend is so cool, Max!” Kimi stated.

“I know, kid. She’s even cooler than me sometimes”, Max chuckled.

“Only sometimes?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you have four championships under your name?” Max immediately questioned. When your mouth went agape at that, Max laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’d win even more than me if you were in the car.”

“You better be, Verstappen. And of course I’d win so many more races than you!” You gave him a competitive look. “In another car, obviously. Red Bull isn’t the best anymore,” you added with a smirk.

“I’d like to see you try”, he playfully challenged. “If Christian heard you, he would ban you from the garage I think.”

“Good think I don’t care, then? I have plenty of other choices,” you claimed as you gestured towards the rookies who were still there, silently observing the funny conversation between their grid parents. “Haas” – you pointed at Ollie – “Sauber” – you pointed at Gabriel – “and even Mercedes!” You finished by pointing at Kimi.

The trio all agreed that they would welcome you with open arms, each of them arguing that their team would suit you the best.

After talking for a few more minutes, you then noticed that it was getting quite late for all of you to still be at the track on media day. You all went back to the main parking, before Max and you bid the rookies goodbye. You wished them luck one more time for the weekend, assuring them that you’d come by their respective garage.

Now in the car with Max, you almost found the silence to be too… quiet. Only the soft sound of the engine could be heard while Max was driving you both back to your hotel.

“Say it”, Max demanded with a sigh.

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“I know what you’re thinking, so say it.” If his tone could indicate that Max was annoyed by your apparently loud thoughts, you knew better as you were certain a ghost of a smile was showing on his lips. When you stayed silent, Max took the matter in his own hands. “You miss them already, don’t you?”

“Is it so bad?” You asked. “They were so sweet, Max!”

“I won’t blame you”, Max reassured. “They can be quite…”

“Endearing?” You finished his sentence.

“Yeah”, Max nodded. “It’s kinda hard not to grow attached to them, even during a short span of time.”

“I knew you had a heart deep down!” You teased with a chuckle.

“How could you ever doubt that?” Max looked at you for a split second before focusing back on the road. “You’ve had it since the day we met.”

The way Max had uttered those words was so casual and natural, you didn’t know what to reply to that. The smile he had given you was one of those that he had always reserved for you – the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, but was still full of emotions, full of love.

Not hearing you talk back, Max laughed while you were a blushing mess. Even after several years together, he would still find ways to silent you with a single sentence. Even his compliments would sometimes still make you flustered like crazy, similar to when you had first started dating him.

“You’re alright?” Max eventually wondered, almost worried by your silence.

“I am, I am… You just can’t say shit like that, man.” You looked at him from the corner of your eye, still blushing a bit.

“Don’t call me man”, Max sighed.

“What? Why?” You chuckled. “Would you prefer ‘mate’ or ‘bro’?”

“God, no… Let’s keep that for my work colleagues, not to be used by my girlfriend. Thank you very much”, he sarcastically added.

“Noted… mate.”

Max glanced at you with a look that was saying ‘really?’ and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He didn’t even try one more second to pretend to be mad at you, simply laughing along.

Those were the moments you cherished the most with Max. Sure, you always loved to see him on track – aggressive and all serious, almost ordering the team around whenever he made his own strategy. On-track Max was the hottest version of himself if you were being honest. But nothing could beat those precious moments, when it was just the two of you and he was simply a regular guy spending time with his girlfriend – whom he was very much in love with.

…..

However, it seemed that now, there was maybe another type of moment that could compete with yours and Max’s alone time: spending time with Max, and the rookies you had somehow ended up all adopting.

It had only taken one race.

One race that hadn’t been the luckiest for them, unfortunately. Isack, Jack, Liam, and Gabriel had all DNFed the Australian Grand Prix. Ollie had finished P14, which was actually last when considering the six DNFs that happened. Only Kimi had had a great race, finishing fourth on his debut.

Even though Max had finished second and you could’ve been pleasantly celebrating his podium with just the two of you, he didn’t have the heart to refuse your request when you asked him if you could go out with the rookies and treat them to a nice meal. So here you were: Max, you, and your grid kids, having dinner together at a local restaurant that Oscar had recommended to you.

And watching your boyfriend interact with the young drivers, you couldn’t help the recurring thought that had already crossed your mind several times in the past: Max Verstappen would be such a great dad.

Unbeknownst to you, Max was having a similar opinion when watching you gentle parent the rookies as your hidden mother instinct was making its appearance: you would make such a good mother, and he couldn’t wait until the day he was ready to make you both parents.

For now, you’d both be training with your six grid kids. And one day, you’d put that into practice with yours and Max’s own child.

..........

Hope you enjoyed this!! It was my 1st time writing for max (after avoiding it for so long bc i was super scared of not doing him justice)

This is mostly written for my own happiness bc i have literally adopted the rookies back when they were in f2 (except liam and jack) so i feel even more invested in their career now that they reached f1 and I'm just so so proud of them for making it to that point😔

If I'm being honest, my fav rookie is ollie but i have a soft spot for isack bc I'm french and i can't help but supporting him🤍 don't hesitate to tell me who your fav rookie is in the coms and what you thought of the fic!!

Stay safe, take care of yourselves, be happy, i love y'all xx

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Max's ducklings

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Max one-shot with the rookies. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

The first time you jokingly referred to the rookies as yours and Max’s ‘kids,’ it had been just that—a joke. A harmless, offhand comment made while watching Kimi tail Max through the paddock like a lost puppy. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but then Gabriel had started tagging along too, and soon, Oliver was trailing after them both.

It became a running gag between you and Max. Every time you saw one of them lingering near your boyfriend, you’d nudge him and whisper, “Your sons are waiting for you.” Max would roll his eyes, grumble something in Dutch under his breath, and pretend not to care. But over time, the joke started feeling a little too real.

You were the one who noticed it first. Max would casually check on them in the garage, making sure they had everything they needed. He’d offer Kimi a few words of advice about tyre management, remind Gabriel to stay out of trouble on the track, and even critique Isack’s qualifying performance like a strict but well-meaning father. And it wasn’t just them—Liam, Oliver, and Jack, who had already taken their first steps in F1, had somehow joined the ever-growing group.

“They’re not my kids,” Max insisted one evening after a race, arms crossed as you teased him about it. “They’re grown men. They don’t need parents.”

You smirked, sipping from your drink. “Oh, really? Then why did you tell Kimi not to overwork his tires like that again? And why did you give Gabriel that pep talk about confidence? And why did you tell Isack to ignore the media when they criticized him?”

Max scowled, grumbling into his beer. “They’re just young. They need guidance.”

“They need parents,” you corrected playfully. “And, like it or not, you’ve become a dad.”

Max groaned dramatically, but he didn’t argue.

The paddock caught on quickly. Social media was soon flooded with memes about ‘Papa Max’ and his ‘ducklings.’ A particularly viral post had an edited picture of Max and you, your faces photoshopped onto a mother and father goose, with Kimi, Gabriel, Isack, Liam, Oliver, and Jack waddling behind you. Even Christian Horner joined in on the joke one day, patting Max on the back and saying, “How’s fatherhood treating you?”

You expected Max to brush it off, maybe even get annoyed. Instead, he just sighed and muttered, “Exhausting.”

The real shift came after a particularly rough race weekend for Isack. He had made a mistake during the race and spun out, leading to a wave of criticism online. Pundits started questioning if he was even good enough for F1, and some of the comments were downright cruel. Normally, Max stayed out of these things. He rarely engaged in media debates that didn’t involve him directly. But that day, in the middle of a press conference, a journalist brought up Isack’s struggles, asking Max if he thought the young driver was cut out for the sport.

Max’s response was immediate. “Isack is a talented driver. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and criticize, but racing at this level is incredibly difficult. He’s learning, like all of us did when we started.” He leaned forward slightly, gaze sharp. “Maybe people should stop expecting rookies to be perfect and let them grow.”

Your phone buzzed almost instantly with messages. ‘DAD MODE ACTIVATED’ read one from Lando. Another from Liam simply had a bunch of crying emojis.

When you saw Max later that evening, you couldn’t help but tease him. “I think that was the most dad-like thing you’ve ever done.”

Max groaned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please. You defended him like a protective father.” You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I think deep down, you love your little ducklings.”

He huffed, but there was no real irritation in it. “I just don’t like seeing young drivers get ripped apart when they’re trying their best.”

You grinned. “Uh-huh. Sure. And next, you’ll be giving them bedtime stories.”

“If they stop making stupid mistakes, maybe.”

From that moment on, Max stopped fighting the joke. He still pretended to be exasperated when the rookies stuck to him like glue, but he never turned them away. When Liam had a tough weekend, Max was the first to check in on him. When Kimi finally had a strong race, Max clapped him on the back and muttered, “See? Told you it’d come.”

One day, as you watched the six young drivers standing around Max, hanging onto his every word as he gestured animatedly about car setups, you smiled to yourself. He’d never admit it, but Max had fully embraced the role.

Later that evening, as you two walked back to the motorhome, you leaned into him with a grin. “So, how does it feel to be a dad?”

Max groaned, shaking his head. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He sighed, glancing back over his shoulder toward where the rookies still lingered in the paddock. “Fine. Maybe… maybe it’s not so bad.”

You grinned, slipping your hand into his. “Our little family.”

[multicohn]

summary: the rookies notice that their partner is missing from an important race and immediately thinks the worst

warnings: this took me DAYS to do 💀 some might be longer than others but keep in mind that i do like all the rookies and some were just easier to write for — ooc? since i don't know them that well, some might have similar situations but i tried to not have them as the same scenario — missing or misspelled words maybe? i might have missed it cause this is quite long — drivers wanting to die / thinking their s/o died ( jokingly ) — death jokes in general — just the rookies being dramatic and thinking the worse

pairing(s): gn! reader x jack doohan, gn! reader x isack hadjar, gn! reader x ollie bearman, gn! reader x kimi antonelli, gn! reader x gabriel bortoleto ( all written separately )

genre: fluff, dramtic drivers, established relationships

author note: lawson and alonso are not included

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jack doohan - australian grand prix

the first race of the season would be in jack’s home country. he felt excited, but also very nervous. jack wanted to prove that he deserves to be a main driver and that he can pull in results. sure, it’s only the first race, but if he doesn’t prove that he deserved that seat, he’ll be dropped quick.

jack bit his nails as he stood in the garage. he made it into the second round of qualifying, but was easily knocked down the longer it went.

was he upset? yes, but y/n made him see that it wasn't his fault.

now, however, jack hasn't seen y/n since that morning.

he's aware that they're most likely with pierre's girlfriend, kika, but they haven't answered any of his texts either. pierre wasn't worried, use to kika not coming until a few minutes before he had get in the car or she just came and go.

jack wasn't use to it though. y/n normally popped in to see him or at least texted him back.

did their phone die? break? is franco trying to steal them before stealing his seat? ARE THEY BEING THREATENED BY ESHAY'S?

"jack"

nevermind.

“y/n!” jack shouted in relief as they walked towards him

“sorry” they quickly kissed his cheek as kika walked away to do the same with pierre

“kika’s heel broke so we had to go get her a new pair of shoes and my phone went flat”

jack breathed out a sigh of relief before engulfing their partner in a hug.

"i thought i was going to die" y/n rolled their eyes

"i've always made it on time”

“yeah, well, i thought franco was trying something or that you were being threatened by an eshay” y/n nodded while trying not to laugh at the thought of jack thinking an eshay was trying to have a go at them

“i’ll make sure to remember to bring my portable” jack pouted at their words

“no. you’re not allowed to leave me at all on race days”

“what if i need to go toilet?"

"i'll stand outside"

"you can not be serious..."

jack placed his hands on their shoulders and stared right into their eyes.

"dead serious" y/n scoffed and started swatting him away.

"get in the car!"

"you haven't given me a good luck kiss yet!"

"you aren't getting one!"

"oh so you want me to crash?"

"jack!"

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isack hadjar - japanese grand prix

the sound of someone texting him made isack momentarily snap out of his trance and look down. a smile creeped onto his face as the familiar contact name of his partner sat at the top, but it slowly washed off his face as he read through their messages.

loml <3: baby im here!

loml <3: there’s lots of people

loml <3: they have ( favourite food )!

loml <3: hey so…

loml <3: i think im lost.

they hadn't been at the previous races due to conflicts with their own personal schedule, but had reassured him that they would be able to make it for this race and would be by his side for bahrain as well. isack had cheered when they revealed the news after friday's practice sessions ended.

y/n had landed a few hours ago, but isack was already making his way to the track when they did ( he had been dragged and strapped into the car by his manager because isack tried to run off to the airport ).

“isack?” his trainer knocked on the door and called out to him before opening it

“you good, mate?” isack only stared at his phone, his race suit still hanging around his waist

isack took a deep breath in and spun around.

his trainer blinked as he brushed past him, determination obvious. however, isack was walking away from the garage.

"wha — isack?! that's the wrong way!"

"no it isn't!"

the trainer quickly caught up to him and grabbed hold of isack's shoulder. the driver turned around, his determination had slipped and fear seemed to have consumed isack.

“what’s wrong?”

“my partner got lost"

"oh, well..." his trainer had no clue on how to comfort the driver who was trying to pull himself away

"at least they're here?" isack whipped around so fast that it startled his trainer

"that doesn't matter! they aren't with me! i can't race knowing they're not here waiting for me! what if they fell into a ditch and died or something!?"

he watched as his trainer opened his mouth to reply, but it fell on deaf ears as isack caught sight of y/n. he sprinted towards the garage, leaving his baffled trainer.

"y/n!" they didn't even have a chance to turn around before they felt isack crashing into their back, his arms tightly secured around them.

"i thought you fell into a ditch and died or something" y/n turned their head to stare at isack with an offended expression

"why was that your first thought?" isack didn't answer and continued to squeeze them tightly

( his trainer literally had to pull and carry him away from y/n so that he would get in the car )

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ollie bearman - british grand prix

despite their relationship still being relatively new, ollie found himself having "withdrawals" as kimi called it. he felt weird and itchy when y/n wasn’t by his side, but when they were ollie would just aimlessly follow them around. fans thought it was cute and started comparing him to a dog more than a bear.

however, ollie received devasting news on the day of the british grand prix.

they would be late.

ollie thought then and there that he should just die.

the young driver arrived at the paddock with sadness beneath his fake smile. he raced towards the garage, only gave short answers to those who questioned him about something or rushing through with signing something, barely having time for pictures. ollie didn't meant to come off as rude, but he really just wanted to curl up in his drivers room and wait for them, but he couldn't.

esteban who was hit with a sense of boredom wondered why he couldn't hear his teammate's usual chatter and when he peeked around the corner, all he saw is a pouting ollie.

"ollie? what's wrong?"

he mumbled an answer, but due to all the noise, esteban didn't hear a thing.

"what?" ollie huffed as he leaned closer to hear

"my partner isn't here"

he crossed his arms with an irritated expression while esteban glanced over at ollie's team who were all collectively ignoring the upset driver.

"they told me they were going to be late, but i didn't think it would be this late! what if they got into a car accident?!" he only had a few more minutes to spare before they would start forcing him into the car

esteban only nodded along as ollie continued to think the worse — he's certain he heard something about an alien abduction. the younger driver didn't even notice that his teammate had left halfway through until he spun around to see a tired looking y/n just walking in.

if ollie was a dog, his ears would’ve perked up and tail would be wagging.

“y/n!” he cheered before jumping them

thankfully, ollie had enough strength as to not let them fall over.

“ollie, you’re heavy, i can't breathe”

"you wouldn't be talking if you couldn't breathe" they groaned lightly as he pressed their bodies together

“why are you so late?”

“traffic”

“you should’ve ran” y/n scoffed

“yeah, don’t think so” ollie lifted his head from their ( neck / shoulder / chest — depends on height )

“do you… not love me enough?” his eyes widened at the thought while y/n stared silently at him, but that just made ollie grow even more nervous

“why aren’t you saying anything? do not love me anymore?!”

“ollie. get in the damn car”

“and now you’re trying to get rid of me?! y/n, i will cry”

“i don’t think your team will let me near you if you do”

“i’ll kill myself”

“ollie!”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

kimi antonelli - italian grand prix

kimi dislikes the word “possessive”. he isn’t possessive, he just doesn’t trust anyone around partner so they should stay by his side until he’s in the car and then stay beside someone he trusts while he races. that person was george’s girlfriend — carmen, but kimi’s hasn’t been liking her recently since she always stole them away.

y/n is HIS partner. how dare she keep them away from him.

carmen would pop up out of nowhere and take y/n away while george held him back from chasing them down. his partner would be returned before he had to get in the car, but that didn't matter to kimi, y/n should be with him the entire time unless they aren't allowed ( like meetings, but he was able to convince toto to let them in ).

kimi impatiently tapped his foot while george hummed to himself. he didn't speak, but kimi knew the older man was amused by the situation. would it be bad if he took george out right now? toto does favour him and valtteri is here, so it should be fine, right?

an evil glint sparkled in kimi's eyes that george was unaware of since his back was now turned.

"it's his fault for letting his girlfriend take away my partner" kimi nodded to himself as he glared at the taller man

however, he never got to initiate his plan.

"kimi"

"my purpose in life has been restored"

he sprinted towards his partner and snatched them away from carmen ( yes, kimi did glare at her, but she only laughed before going to george ).

“i hate when she does that” he scoffed before wrapping them in a tight squeeze

y/n wondered if their boyfriend was a snake in his past life by the way he hugged them.

“we just lost track of time” they managed to say, but kimi wasn’t having any of it

“you were almost late. i’m going to tie us together whenever she comes”

“you still have ten minutes”

“it would’ve been a hour, but noooo” y/n laughed and kimi finally loosened his hold on them

“sorry, sorry, i know important this race is to you” they threaded their fingers through his hair before pressing a quick kiss to kimi’s cheek

“is that all?”

“you got to put the rest of your stuff on”

“i’ll put it on when you kiss me properly”

“everyone’s looking…”

“y/n. i will not get into that car unless you kiss me”

they felt toto turn towards them and they cursed kimi quietly before pressing their lips to his.

kimi smiled happily and skipped off to put on the rest of his race gear.

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gabriel bortoleto - brazilian grand prix

this particular race weekend had been a huge deal for gabi and y/n is well aware of it. the driver felt bad about not being able to spend much time with their partner, but y/n understood and was able to keep themselves entertained without gabi.

“where are they?” he tapped his foot impatiently while staring at the empty hallway

practice and qualifying has gone well, the crowd went absolutely wild when he managed to push the car to p6, but then a few other drivers managed to get better times and that knocked him down to p10. gabi wasn’t upset about that though, what he is upset about is how his partner has seemingly disappeared the moment they arrived at the track.

sure, gabi does blame himself since he was instantly swept up with journalists and fans that seemed to increase every time someone left. y/n had given him a quick kiss before making their way to the sauber hospitality. gabi didn’t get to check in on them, at least physically, since he had a meeting and other duties to attend to before changing into his race suit. gabi didn’t think anything of it; they might have gone to get food or needed the bathroom.

but, this long? something must have happened.

he didn’t want to think the worst, but he couldn’t help it.

“how likely do you think someone here would be a kidnapper?” nico slowly turned towards gabi who stared at the wall, no thoughts seemingly behind the younger driver’s eyes

“what?” gabi blinked

“nothing” he tried to brush it off, but nico wasn’t having it

gabi sighed and started explain.

“maybe they ate something bad? or lost track of time?”

yeah, that seemed more reasonable than them being lured away and stuffed into a random van.

gabi thanked nico before wondering off back to his side of the garage.

"it's fine. maybe they did eat something bad or didn't realise how close the start time is — it's happened before..." he sighed and crossed his arms before closing his eyes

gabi drowned out the noise and envisioned himself on the track. it calmed his mind, but only slightly.

he didn't know much time had passed since he entered his own head, but gabi instantly recongised y/n the moment they were close enough. they always wear a certain ( perfume / cologne / spray, etc ) that gabi is all too familiar with, it helped that y/n is the only person he knows to wear it.

their arms wrapped around his ( waist / mid-section / shoulders ) and gabi opened his eyes and turned around.

"where were you?"

"i think i ate something weird"

a sigh slipped past his lips while his shoulders sunk in relief.

"at least weren't lured to a van and almost kidnapped"

"what?" gabi shook his head

"don't worry about it"

he pressed a soft kiss to their ( neck / cheek / forehead ) before walking away to grab his helmet. y/n stared at their boyfriend's back, confusion washing over them as they replied his words in their head.

"by the way..." with his helmet now in his hands, gabi walked back over to stand in front of them

"i'm going to handcuff us together if you leave like that again"

"gabi —" he cut them off with a kiss on the lips before quickly making his way to his car while putting on his helmet

y/n only sighed and rubbed their forehead.

[tsunodaradio]

cupid’s chokehold ⛐ 𝐈𝐇𝟔

isack brings his girlfriend to pierre’s friendly football match, and everyone in attendance realizes cupid has isack in a chokehold.

ꔮ starring: isack hadjar x girlfriend!reader. ꔮ word count: 0.7k. ꔮ includes: romance, fluff. established relationship, isack hadjar is a loverboy :(, everyone else’s pov, references to gym class heroes’ cupid’s chokehold / breakfast in america. ꔮ commentary box: short and sweet because the boy-next-door-isms of these photos,, i am #changed. 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Everybody knows Isack has a girlfriend.

It’s in the special ringtone he has for you, the one all-too familiar to everyone in the VCARB garage. It’s in the way Isack spends his free time on the phone with you—hours going by with the two of you doing your own thing, as if you’re content to just exist with each other when you’re countries apart. 

It’s in the picture in his wallet, fraying at the edges and fading in its colors like he’s pulled it out one too many times. It’s from his first F2 win, his Campos Racing motor suit drenched in champagne as he lifts you in his arms; his trophy, dangling from your hands. 

Isack has a girlfriend, and everybody is reminded of it at the Pierre Gasly-sponsored football match. 

The rookie had been so shy about it, too. Asking Pierre Can my girlfriend come? in a voice too full of hope to decline. And so Pierre had ribbed Isack a bit, only conceding when the latter’s ears were burning red with embarrassment. 

You run late. Isack doesn’t say a word about it. He seems physically incapable of saying anything bad about you as he describes you to Paul and Zhou with an obnoxious amount of enthusiasm. 

“She’s got this smile,” Isack tells them as he pulls on his MC Alger jersey, “and her eyes. Oh, man.” 

Paul and Zhou share an amused look. The Frenchman isn’t making any sense, but they’ll endure it for the sake of having more ammunition later on. 

When you do arrive—spewing apologies for your tardiness, armed with pastries for everyone—it becomes apparent just how down bad Isack really is. 

There’s the secret handshake, of course. The one you two exchange the moment he’s helped you set down your boxes of treats. Zhou watches, awed, as you and Isack go through the elaborate routine without batting an eye. You immediately go to converse with Pierre like you hadn’t spent 15 seconds knocking fists and linking pinkies with Isack in a faultless shtick. 

“Insane,” huffs Zhou, drawing a snicker from Paul. 

Isack follows you as you do your rounds. You’re already familiar with Paul. The two of you exchange a one-armed hug, impeded by the hand Isack firmly keeps at your hip. 

You have to be introduced to Zhou, though. “Hi,” you say brightly, and in a heartbeat, the Ferrari reserve driver sees exactly what has Isack so smitten. 

You give out your name and shake Zhou’s hand. Isack stands by your side the entire time, his expression so openly smug that it can only mean one thing. 

Take a look at my girlfriend, he’s saying without saying. 

It’s in the little details, really. Zhou notices the way Isack plants a kiss to the top of your head before they have to head out on the field. Paul rolls his eyes when Isack scores a goal, slams his fist into his chest, and then points directly at you. 

Pierre giggles, actually giggles, when the game ends and Isack makes a beeline to you. 

The three drivers—poised to take a selfie—pause to watch the scene unfold. 

“Not bad, Alexandre,” you tease Isack. Normally, if any other person attempted to refer to Isack by his second name, they would be treated to the boy’s icy glare. 

You don’t get that, of course. You get an Isack who melts, his shoulders drooping like the mere sound of your voice had taken away his exhaustion. And when you laugh, wiping sweat off of Isack’s forehead with undeniable affection? 

He looks done for. Like there’s no one else he’ll ever look at like that. 

“How did I do?” he asks you eagerly, and when you feign thoughtfulness, he lets out an almost petulant whine. 

This was Isack Hadjar. Former F2 championship contender, VCARB’s best shot at points. He was known for his shadow-boxing on the podium, for his passionate radio messages. 

Surely this was not the same Isack Hadjar. 

This Isack is wringing his hands over yours, desperate for any scrap of affection and approval. This Isack is ruddy-cheeked, and devoted, and so obviously in love that it’s sickening. 

Paul whistles, calling Isack over for photos. Somehow, the latter manages to tear himself away from you, but the dazed expression lingers even as he jogs back to where the rest of the drivers are waiting. You stay where you are, seeming completely oblivious to the effect you have on your boyfriend. 

“If that ain’t love,” Pierre sing-songs to Paul and Zhou, “I don’t know what love is.” ⛐

[wroetolando]

𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 | 𝙼𝚅𝟷

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶��𝗴: max verstappen x reporter!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where max and his reporter wife accidentally adopt five chaotic rookies and become the unofficial grid parents

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: sweet disposition - the temper trap

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The paddock was a hive of noise and motion as the sun began to dip over the circuit, golden rays catching the sweat on mechanics’ foreheads and the gleam of carbon-fiber wings. Post-race buzz hummed in the air—victory for some, frustration for others—but at the very center of it all stood the one woman who could command the attention of five energetic, half-exhausted rookies with nothing more than a look.

“You are not skipping cool down, I don’t care how much your legs hurt,” she said firmly, arms crossed as she stood just outside the Mercedes hospitality unit. “And Jack, stop trying to convince Gabriel to trade media slots with you.”

Jack Doohan blinked innocently. “Worth a try.”

Max, leaning a few feet away with his arms folded and an amused tilt to his lips, watched the scene with the same fondness someone might have when watching a cat try to wrangle five puppies. His wife—ever composed, ever commanding—had somehow become the gravitational center of the rookie pack, and Max had long since accepted his role as the silent co-pilot in their little operation.

“We need a whiteboard,” you muttered as Isack Hadjar arrived, hair still damp from his post-race shower. “I need a whiteboard. And a whistle.”

“You want a whistle?” Max asked.

“I want a bullhorn.”

Oliver Bearman arrived next, tugging off his cap and brushing sweat-damp curls back. “Are we doing interviews first or eating first? I swear I might pass out if—”

“You’ll eat after you give me one sentence that isn’t ‘the car felt good’ or ‘we take the positives,’” you cut in, tapping your iPad. “No bland quotes. I want actual thoughts.”

Gabriel Bortoleto offered him a protein bar from his pocket. “Here, you can survive five minutes.”

“You’ve had that in your pocket for two hours,” Oliver recoiled. “That’s like a biological weapon now.”

Kimi Antonelli, fresh from a P3 finish and visibly trying to act cooler than he felt, walked in just in time to see Oliver shoving the protein bar back at Gabriel like it was radioactive. “Children,” Kimi muttered under his breath.

Max straightened from the wall, clapping a hand lightly on Kimi’s shoulder. “Congrats, by the way. Good race.”

Kimi perked up at the rare praise from the four-time world champion, nodding once. “Thanks. Felt good after last weekend.”

Max didn’t say more, but the nod he returned carried weight—and Kimi caught it, posture squaring slightly.

You were already directing the boys into a loose circle outside the Red Bull hospitality tent, setting up for your impromptu group media debrief. The usual reporters had already swarmed them post-race, but yours was different—somewhere between an interview and a therapy session, half professional, half familiar. The boys trusted you. And Max… well, Max mostly observed, speaking when necessary, stepping in when the chaos got too loud or the mood shifted too dark.

Like now.

Isack had slumped onto the couch, jaw tight. He’d DNF’d—again. Three times in five races. The media had already started with the “overhyped” murmurs, and even though you hadn’t asked him to speak first, you noticed the way his leg bounced, eyes fixed on the floor.

You gave Max a look.

Without a word, he moved to sit beside the younger driver, not pressing, not announcing himself. Just… there. Solid. Real. Isack noticed, of course. Everyone did. It was rare for Max to show warmth like this outside the Red Bull bubble—but when he did, it hit hard.

“Tough race,” Max said simply.

Isack let out a breath. “Felt like I was driving blind. Car didn’t respond. Almost clipped the wall.”

“You didn’t.”

“But I might next time.”

“You won’t.”

There was no false encouragement in Max’s tone—just certainty. That unshakable Verstappen steel. Isack didn’t say anything, but his shoulders dropped a little, the tension leaking out.

You watched it happen, heart softening.

God, how had this become your life?

You—the paddock reporter who used to get mistaken for an intern. Max—the closed-off, stone-faced champion who’d once swore he’d never babysit rookies. And now here you both were: grid mum and dad, sitting on uncomfortable couches with five boys who had no idea how deeply they were cared for.

You cleared your throat. “Alright. Rapid-fire. Best moment of the race—go.”

“Overtaking Jack,” Gabriel said immediately.

“Hey!”

“Jack’s reaction, then,” Gabriel added.

Kimi smirked. “Probably my start. Got the jump on Piastri.”

“Oliver?”

“When I didn’t pass out from heat stroke on Lap 42.”

You nodded. “You hydrated?”

“Define hydrated.”

Max groaned. “You’re getting electrolytes now.”

“You sound like my physio.”

“I’m scarier than your physio.”

“He’s right,” you said. “He once threatened to throw Lando in a lake because he wouldn’t stretch properly.”

“It was a very shallow lake,” Max defended.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Two nights later, the paddock chaos traded its background of engine whines and pit lane screeches for the quieter hum of your home — though “quieter” was a stretch with five young drivers crammed into your kitchen like it was a race briefing gone feral.

“I’m telling you, the mushroom ones are not real tortellini,” Jack insisted, poking at a package of fresh pasta like it had personally offended him.

“They are,” you sighed, pushing him gently out of the way as you balanced two saucepans and a tray of garlic bread. “They’re gourmet.”

“Italians would riot,” Kimi muttered from the dining table, scrolling through his phone.

“Then they can come over and cook,” Max deadpanned from the stovetop, where he was fiercely focused on carbonara like it was an FIA directive.

“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” Oliver asked suspiciously, leaning over Max’s shoulder.

Max didn’t even look up. “I’ve watched like six Gordon Ramsay videos.”

“That’s not the same as cooking.”

“I beat two of you last week,” Max said, stirring the pasta. “You really want to test me on this, too?”

You hid your smile behind your wine glass. There was something inexplicably funny about watching your world-champion husband in sweatpants and socks, bickering with young adults over parmesan cheese.

And even funnier watching the rookies actually respect it.

Dinner, somehow, made it to the table in one piece — pasta, garlic bread, salad (which no one touched), and three types of fizzy drinks because “we’re not hydrating with water off-duty, Mum.”

Plates clinked. Conversation overlapped. Gabriel told a wild story about nearly missing a flight. Jack roasted Kimi for accidentally texting “love u” to his race engineer. Isack, now with a better result under his belt, looked lighter, laughing easily between bites.

It was loud. It was messy. It was perfect.

At one point, Max leaned back in his chair, just watching them. The dim kitchen lights caught in his hair, and his arm brushed against yours beneath the table.

“This is insane,” he murmured.

“This is our insane,” you whispered back.

Halfway through dessert (store-bought tiramisu because you were not a miracle worker), Oliver spotted the old Nintendo Switch docked to the TV.

“Oh hell yes,” he gasped. “Do you guys have Mario Kart?”

Max blinked. “Yeah, but—”

“I’m calling dibs on Yoshi,” Jack declared, jumping up.

“No fair! You always play Yoshi!” Isack protested.

You blinked. “Wait, you guys… actually want to play a game here?”

Gabriel grinned. “We’ve literally been waiting for an invite.”

Kimi, still cool as ever, shrugged. “Let them embarrass themselves.”

You stood with your empty plate. “Max hasn’t lost a Mario Kart game in five years. Good luck.”

“Five years?” Oliver echoed. “Challenge accepted.”

And just like that, a Mario Kart tournament was born.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Two hours, three arguments, and one broken Joy-Con later, the living room looked like a war zone.

Jack had screamed loud enough during one of the rounds that your neighbor’s dog had barked. Isack got so invested he’d physically ducked during a turn. Oliver tried to cheat by leaning over to press Gabriel’s buttons. Kimi sat straight-faced the entire time and still won twice. Without Max playing of course.

Max, of course, held his crown with quiet smugness, holding his controller like a weapon of war.

You sat curled up on the arm of the couch, watching it all unfold, your heart full.

Because they weren’t just rookies. They weren’t just kids with team uniforms and talent and pressure pressing against their ribs. They were yours in a way that no one outside this circle would ever really understand.

You remembered how scared Oliver had looked when he’d been called up mid-season. How Isack had cried quietly after his third crash. How Gabriel had pulled you aside after a brutal interview, asking, “Do I actually belong here?”

How Kimi — calm, quiet, composed — had once confessed during a late media day, “Sometimes I think I’m boring. Like I’ll never be more than a name.”

And you’d been there. Max, too. Quiet in different ways, but always present.

You looked over at Max now. He had his arm slung along the back of the couch, eyes focused on the screen but clearly aware of the way you were watching him.

“You’re soft,” you whispered.

He gave a low laugh. “Don’t say that in front of them. They’ll never let me live it down.”

You leaned in. “Too late. I already told Kimi you teared up during that baby penguin documentary.”

“You what—”

You pressed your fingers to your lips. “Shhh. Grid dad’s gotta keep his edge.”

From the floor, Oliver shouted, “Okay but seriously, can we do this every week?”

Jack added, “I’ll bring dessert next time!”

Isack: “I’m bringing my own controller. I don’t trust these ones.”

Kimi, dry as ever: “Just admit you suck.”

Gabriel, mouth full of more tiramisu: “This is better than half the sponsor events we do.”

Max gave you a look.

You smiled.

“Every week?” he repeated, voice low, wry.

You looped your arm through his. “Every week.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The door clicked shut on the last of them just before midnight, leaving behind only the echoes of footsteps, laughter, and a faint smell of burnt garlic bread.

You stood in the hallway, arms crossed, staring at the living room like it had personally betrayed you.

“Did Jack really spill soda on the couch again?” you asked, voice exhausted.

Max wandered in behind you, barefoot, rubbing the back of his neck. “At least he didn’t put the controller in the freezer this time.”

You blinked. “He what?”

“Long story.”

You groaned and collapsed onto the couch—carefully avoiding the suspiciously damp spot—and tossed your head back with a dramatic sigh. Max stood over you for a second, as if deciding whether to help clean or collapse next to you. Predictably, he picked the latter.

He sat with a grunt, thigh brushing yours. The room had settled into that warm, familiar silence that followed a day well spent—TV off, dishes drying, the chaos of earlier fading into the comfort of shared space.

“Do you ever wonder how the hell we got here?” you asked.

Max tilted his head toward you, brow raised. “Here as in… couch stained with soda and Mario Kart casualties?”

You gave him a dry look. “Here as in… being the unofficial grid parents to five emotionally chaotic, underfed children in motorsport.”

Max smirked and looked up at the ceiling. “Sometimes. But I think I’d miss it if it stopped.”

You fell quiet, surprised.

“I used to think I was done with caring about anything outside my races,” he added after a beat. “Media, the circus, the drama. But now…” He glanced sideways. “You care. So I guess I started caring too.”

Your throat tightened.

“You do more than care,” you said softly. “You show up. Even when it’s quiet. When they need something and don’t know how to ask for it.”

He looked at you for a long moment. “So do you.”

You leaned into him slightly, shoulder pressing to his.

There was a pause.

Then: “You think Oliver’s okay? He seemed distracted tonight.”

“Yeah,” Max said. “I caught him staring at his phone a lot. Could be pressure.”

“Or homesickness,” you said. “He mentioned something about his sister’s birthday.”

Max nodded. “I’ll talk to him at the track.”

You blinked. “You just volunteered for emotional labor.”

“I didn’t volunteer. I just said I’ll talk.”

“Which counts as—”

“Don’t.”

You grinned, sliding your hand into his. His palm was warm, calloused, familiar.

The two of you sat like that for a while. Just holding hands in a room that smelled like pasta and bad decisions, with a broken Joy-Con on the coffee table and your collective future somehow resting in the ability to balance mentorship, love, and motor racing chaos.

You hadn’t meant to become this. You hadn’t planned for the jokes about “grid mum and dad” to stick. But somewhere along the line—somewhere between media sessions and debriefs, late-night calls and race weekend dinners—it had turned real.

And despite all logic, it felt… right.

“I swear if Kimi calls me mum in public again, I’m walking into the ocean,” you muttered.

Max snorted. “I think he does it just to make you flinch.”

“I think he does everything just to make someone flinch.”

Silence again. Comfortable.

Then Max said, “You think they’re gonna be okay this season?”

You didn’t hesitate.

“They’ve got each other,” you said. “And they’ve got us.”

He nodded.

And that was it. That was the truth of it. The unspoken contract written in pasta dinners and post-race pep talks, quiet hallway chats and raucous living room tournaments. The family you never saw coming—but wouldn’t trade for anything.

Not even clean furniture.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The group chat was cursed.

You knew this the moment Jack renamed it “Grid Orphans Anonymous” and Kimi promptly changed it back to “Grid Children of Max & Mum.”

You groaned as the notification pinged at 2:12 a.m. on a race week.

Gabriel:

jack you absolute maniac you left your fireproofs in my hotel room

Jack:

I panicked! we swapped bags after the media thing remember???

also why is there a half-eaten protein bar in the pocket

Isack:

can we please just have one week without emergency?

Oliver:

guys max saw me spill my drink on the simulator

he didn’t say anything

just gave me the look

Kimi:

may God have mercy on your soul

You closed your phone and rolled over to Max, who was half-asleep and glaring at the ceiling like he could feel the idiocy through the walls.

“Tell me again why we let them have our numbers,” he mumbled.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, pulling the duvet up to your ears. “This is your fault. You made eye contact with Oliver once and now you’re legally his father.”

“They need a manager,” he muttered.

“They need a babysitter. A live-in one. With military training.”

Max exhaled. “I’m not old enough to be a dad.”

You rolled onto your side. “Max, you yelled at Gabriel for not bringing a jacket in the rain. And earlier today, you said the phrase, ‘You’ll catch a cold like that.’ You are thirty.”

He blinked into the darkness. “That’s not that old.”

“You also made Kimi take a nap before media day.”

“He was cranky!”

“Oh my God.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Two days later, at a sponsor event, it happened.

You were mid-conversation with a McLaren comms rep when you heard it—clear as day, across the crowd of journalists, VIPs, and crew.

“Hey, Dad, can I borrow your pen?”

Max visibly froze. The world slowed. Cameras clicked. PR reps turned.

Jack was holding out a Sharpie and looking at Max like nothing was wrong with the words he’d just said out loud, in front of dozens of people.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. Max turned so slowly you thought his neck might snap.

“Don’t—call me that,” he said through clenched teeth.

Jack blinked. “But you are?”

“I’m not your dad, Doohan.”

Jack grinned, unbothered. “Sure, dad.”

You wheezed behind a camera rig.

Later, Max hissed in your ear, “He’s dead. I’m removing him from the will.”

“You’re not even his real father!”

“Exactly!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The final straw came at 7:04 AM on a blessedly rare day off.

The doorbell rang.

Twice.

Max, still shirtless and half-asleep, cracked the door open to find Oliver and Gabriel standing on your porch with smoothies and matching expressions of deep panic.

“…Why?” was all Max said.

“There’s a sponsor Q&A at nine,” Gabriel said. “They changed the location last night, and our hotel’s shuttle won’t get us there in time.”

Oliver held up a phone with the email. “We’re begging you. We didn’t know who else to call.”

Max looked like he aged ten years in five seconds. “Do I look like an Uber to you?”

You emerged in his hoodie and pajama shorts, took one look at the situation, and sighed like a saint.

“Get in the car,” you said. “No talking. If I don’t get coffee first, I’m leaving you in a parking lot.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Later that day, after the boys had been safely dropped off (with strict instructions not to text before 10 a.m.), Max and you sat in the Red Bull motorhome, sipping your respective drinks in complete silence.

Max finally spoke. “We could’ve had another cat.”

You snorted. “We have enough cats.”

“So?”

“I think you secretly like this.”

“I don’t.”

“You like being the dad.”

“I don’t.”

You leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You do.”

He didn’t argue.

Just laced his fingers with yours under the table, silent and soft.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Somewhere across the paddock, five rookies sent the same text to the same chat:

Oliver:

race weekend dinner at yours again?

Gabriel:

i’ll bring snacks if Max promises not to cook

Kimi:

i’ll win mario kart again. just letting you all know.

Isack:

we should do a team quiz or smth. losers do pushups.

Jack:

do we think mum and dad will ever realize they adopted us

You smiled at the messages as they came in.

Max didn’t even look up from his phone.

“They’re coming for dinner again, aren’t they?”

You grinned. “Yup.”

He sighed. “Fine. But if Jack calls me ‘Dad’ again, I’m unplugging the Switch.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

masterlist

[clara-a7]

Ｆ１ ＲＯＯＫＩＥＳ ＧＲＩＤ | 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 dnf

彡CONTAINS ; jack doohan, isack hadjar, gabriel bortoleto, ollie bearman, kimi antonelli

彡WARNINGS ; crying, crash

彡RESQUESTED? ; No~ (requests are open!)

彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

A/N ; Sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language, not my best writing

⤷Jack Doohan

It was a big day, Jack’s home race in Australia. You stood in his garage, watching anxiously as the race began. But not even a lap in, everything fell apart.

Jack lost control. His car spun out and slammed into the wall. The collective gasp of the crowd echoed through the air, but all you could hear was your own heartbeat hammering in your chest. A DNF. His first home race, and it ended before it even truly began.

When he finally stepped into the garage, his eyes found yours instantly. His heart was already heavy, weighed down by disappointment and frustration, but seeing the tears streaking your cheeks made it even worse. He hadn’t just let down his team, he had let down the people who loved him.

Ignoring the pit crew, the engineers, and even the team director’s piercing gaze, Jack walked straight to you. His only concern was you.

Wordlessly, he cupped your face, resting his forehead against yours. His touch was warm, grounding despite the storm raging inside him.

“Babe…” he murmured, his voice laced with sorrow. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his sad eyes searching yours.

You tried to blink away the tears, tried to stay strong for him. “Please don’t be sad, babe. What matters most is that you’re okay.”

Your hands found his, squeezing them gently, trying to pour every ounce of comfort you could into your touch. “Please don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m still so proud of you.”

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. “Babe… I’m so glad to have you.”

He gave you one last lingering kiss on your cheek before he was pulled away by his team, their expressions serious, their words already forming reprimands. But for just a moment, none of that mattered because in his lowest moment, he had you.

⤷Isack Hadjar

Today was supposed to be everything he had dreamed of his first Formula 1 race. After a strong qualifying session, he had placed as the best rookie on the grid. He was ready. A little nervous about the rain, but still eager to prove himself to the team.

But before he even had the chance, it all went wrong.

During the formation lap, he lost control. The car spun, slamming into the wall. Just like that, his debut ended before it even began.

Isaac entered his driver’s room, shoulders tense, avoiding the worried glances from you and his parents. Silently, he pulled off his helmet and gloves, placing them on the table beside you.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

You exchanged worried looks with his parents, but his mother was the first to respond.

“That’s okay, mon cœur. Take your time,” she said softly, wrapping him in a gentle hug as his father stood beside them, offering quiet support.

After a few moments, they gave him space, leaving the room so the two of you could be alone.

You hesitated before stepping closer, trying to meet his gaze, but he wouldn’t look at you. Your heart clenched at the sight his eyes red, tears drying on his cheeks. You knew Isaac well. He wasn’t one to talk when he was hurting, and no words of reassurance would reach him right now.

So, without warning, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

At first, he didn’t react. He just stood there, tense and unresponsive. But then, as the familiar scent of your perfume surrounded him, something in him eased. His arms came around you, holding you even tighter, his chin resting on your shoulder as he exhaled shakily.

“I just want to go back to the hotel…” he whispered against your ear.

You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“Okay, love. Let’s go.”

For now, you didn’t need words just each other.

⤷Gabriel Bortoleto

His first F1 race. The atmosphere was electric, but tension weighed heavily in the air. After multiple crashes throughout the race, your hands were clammy, gripping onto the fabric of your jacket as you watched anxiously. Ten laps to go. Gabriel was holding onto P14 not where he wanted to be, but still pushing, still fighting.

Then, disaster struck.

Lap 47. He lost control in the Mouillier turn. The car snapped out from under him, skidding across the track before slamming into the wall and coming to a halt in the gravel trap. Your breath hitched. The seconds dragged as you waited for a sign any sign that he was okay. Then, finally, his voice crackled over the radio.

“I’m okay.”

Relief flooded through you, but it didn’t erase the sinking feeling in your chest. You knew how much this meant to him. His first race, and it ended like this.

By the time he finished the post-race interviews and debrief with his team, you were already waiting for him in the paddock, arms crossed tightly, trying to keep your emotions in check. A gentle pressure on your shoulder made you turn around.

Gabriel stood there, his face calm, a small reassuring smile tugging at his lips. But you could see the sadness beneath it the way his eyes lacked their usual spark, the way his shoulders sagged just slightly.

“I’m okay, don’t worry, babe,” he said softly.

You didn’t reply right away. Instead, you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. His grip tightened just a little, like he needed something to ground him.

“I know you are,” you murmured, stepping closer. “But you don’t have to pretend with me.”

His breath wavered for a moment, his façade cracking. You lifted a hand to his face, your fingers grazing over his jaw before settling on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a second, as if letting himself rest—just for a moment.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this…” he whispered, frustration laced in his voice.

You shook your head, your thumb brushing over his skin. “One race doesn’t define you, Gabriel. You belong here. And you’ll prove it—not just to them, but to yourself.”

He exhaled deeply, pressing his forehead against yours. “How do you always know what to say?”

You smiled softly. “Because I know you.”

A silence settled between you, but it wasn’t heavy it was comforting. Gabriel gave your hand one last squeeze before whispering, “I love you”

⤷Ollie Bearman

This was supposed to be his moment.

His first full season as an F1 driver something he had fought so hard for. After replacing a driver for two races last year, he had proved himself, shown the world that he belonged here. And now, with a seat of his own, he was determined to show them why he deserved it.

But then came the crashes.

FP1: A mistake. A miscalculation. He braked just slightly too late, his tires clipped the damp grass, and in an instant, the car slid out of his control. He hit the wall hard.

FP3: The same mistake. The same grass. The same outcome. Except this time, after hitting the first barrier, the car spun and slammed into the opposite wall.

Two crashes in one weekend.

By the time he made it back to the hospitality suite, the weight of it all came crashing down on him. He barely acknowledged the team’s reassurances, their forced smiles and murmured, “It happens, don’t worry.” He knew they were trying to ease the sting, but it didn’t matter.

When he saw you, the last bit of composure he had shattered.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stepped toward you, his breathing uneven, his body tense with frustration and disappointment. He didn’t say anything he didn’t need to. He just reached for you, wrapping his arms around you as if holding on for dear life.

You immediately embraced him, your hands running soothingly up and down his back. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’ve got you.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders shaking slightly as the adrenaline, the fear, the frustration all of it poured out of him.

“I messed up,” he choked out. “Twice. I—I don’t even know if I deserve to be here.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands cupping his face. His eyes were glassy, his lips trembling slightly as he tried to keep it together.

“Hey,” you murmured softly. “You do deserve to be here. One bad day doesn’t change that.”

His fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt as if afraid to let go. “I just… I don’t want to disappoint everyone.”

“You’re not a disappointment,” you assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re human. And you’re learning. No one expects perfection.”

He let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly, though you could tell he wasn’t fully convinced yet. That was okay. You would remind him as many times as he needed.

For now, you just held him, letting him take the comfort he needed. Because tomorrow was a new day, and no matter what, you would always be right there with him.

⤷Kimi Antonelli

It was his first F1 race. His dream finally realized. The youngest driver on the grid praised for his talent, adored like a younger brother by the other drivers, carrying the weight of a thousand expectations on his shoulders.

But then, the rain came.

The track was treacherous, the visibility near impossible, and in the chaos, Kimi lost control. His car spun out violently before slamming into the barriers, ending his race in heartbreak.

As soon as you heard his voice over the radio shaky but confirming he was okay you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. But relief quickly turned into urgency as you searched for him across the paddock.

You moved through the crowd, your heart pounding, until your eyes landed on a small circle of drivers gathered tightly in one spot. Their race suits, soaked from the rain, formed a protective barrier around someone. And then you saw him light brown curls damp against his forehead, his head slightly lowered as the others murmured words of reassurance.

Max was the first to notice you. With a small nod in your direction, he spoke gently, “Your girlfriend is here.”

At those words, Kimi’s head snapped up. His eyes, still clouded with disappointment and frustration, softened the moment he saw you. A small, almost hesitant smile flickered across his face before he pushed past the drivers without a second thought, heading straight for you.

Before you could even ask if he was okay, his arms were already around you tight, desperate, as if grounding himself in your presence. You felt his body tremble slightly against yours, whether from the cold or the emotions threatening to overwhelm him, you weren’t sure.

You held him just as tightly, your hands gently running over his back in slow, soothing motions. “I’m here,” you whispered against his damp race suit, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

For a moment, he just breathed.

The paddock was still noisy, the rain still falling, but in that embrace, the world seemed to slow.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to cup his face, your thumbs brushing lightly over his cold skin. “You will,” you reassured him. “This is just the beginning, Kimi. One race doesn’t define you.”

He searched your eyes, as if trying to find the belief in them for himself. And then, with a deep breath, he nodded.

Max and the others stood back, watching quietly, knowing he was in good hands.

“Come on,” you whispered. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

And with his fingers still laced tightly with yours, you led him away because no matter how tough the race, he would never have to face it alone.

[dannyriccsystem]

ok this is a bit of a silly one but what about a fic where reader is taller than the driver and they keep teasing them abt it? smth cute and silly hehe :3 (maybe include the rookies too for this one haha-)

SHE’S STANDING SIX-FOOT THREE.

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

this picture kills me why is he giving Flynn Ryder

Summary: Tall reader teasing their short boyfriend!

Warnings: Height for the reader will be given for each driver, Y/N usage, not proofread… Silly attack

Featuring: LN4, IH6, KA12, CL16, YT22, LL30, OB87

Sorry I have no idea what this lineup is I was just feeling it

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

Lando height: I believe about 5’8. Results on google are mixed!

Reader height: 5’10 :)

“Hey, is the weather different down there?” You ask with a cheesy grin, leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder like an armrest. You were taller than the average girl for sure, which made dating hard. Thankfully, Lando enjoyed a taller woman.

“There’s a total of five centimeters between us.” That’s right. 5 centimeters, or 2 inches. It was a very minuscule distance— You’d probably only notice it if you were really paying attention, but to you it was a big difference. You’d never been taller than your boyfriend before.

“Hey, five centimeters is a lot, right?” You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. A few of the mechanics in the garage take note of your jesting and laugh amongst themselves. He knows he’s going to get teased later. You clap him on the shoulder, and then pull him in for a quick peck. “Good luck, Lan. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah… I love you too, I guess.” You both exchange a quick laugh before you walk off, waving. The race was about to start!

ISACK HADJAR - IH6

Isack height: 5’6

Reader height: 5’10

You were quite a bit taller than your boyfriend, Isack. It made for some awkward interactions in public, mostly related to the difference between the two of you. You tried not to overthink it, especially since he seemed to enjoy your height. The occasional joke was worth his love.

“How do you handle having a bigger partner?” A reporter asks him one day, whilst you’re standing right there. Both of your guys’ eyes widen, and you exchange a look. “I mean— Height wise!”

“It’s hard, I have to climb them like a tree,” He replies jokingly, and the reporter chuckles with him. You raise a brow, and shake your head.

“It’s easy for him. I’m the one who has to lean over all the damn time.” He fakes a deep frown, all while you giggle at his reaction. “Maybe we can invest in a stool for you, Isack.”

“So mean.”

KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

Kimi height: 5’8

Reader height: 6’0

“George!” Kimi calls out, dragging you along towards his teammate. You’re here for the ride. “This is my partner, Y/N!”

You stare at the other driver, who happens to be fairly tall as well. He reaches his hand out to shake, and you do the same. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I never realized Kimi’s partner was so tall.” He smiles as he points it out.

“Yeahh, I guess he has a thing for tall people!” You nod, pulling your hand back. He seemed nice enough. “Maybe he likes having someone to carry him around and baby him.”

“Woah, hey! Not true. I could totally carry you around,” He backfired, making you laugh again. He was fairly strong, so you wouldn’t doubt his capabilities. “The more height the more I can appreciate.”

“How cute.” You reply, ruffling his hair.

CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

Charles height: 5’11

Reader height: 6’2

The hate didn’t really get to you. A lot of people were critical of Charles Leclerc’s tall partner, because they looked a bit awkward as a couple, but you didn’t care. There was a three inch difference between you and your boyfriend, but that wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying life. Hell, you’d still wear heels. You didn’t care.

Like tonight. It was date night, and you decided to wear a pretty dress with some heels. They extended your height about an inch and a half. When you went to greet your boyfriend, you took note of the way he had to push himself up onto his toes to kiss you.

“Am I the first person you’ve had to get on your tippy toes for?” You tease as you turn back to the mirror, finishing putting on all the jewelry you decided to wear. You sit down in front of the vanity, letting him stand behind you.

“Oh, definitely.” He mused, pressing a kiss to the top of your scalp, now that he could actually reach.

YUKI TSUNODA - YT22

Yuki height: 5’3

Reader height: 5’10

Yuki got the height difference that booktok girls dreamed of. A lot of people assumed he’d look for someone around his height, or shorter, which limited his options quite a bit. Surprisingly, he did the exact opposite. Sought out a tall girl.

You were delighted to have caught the attention of such a sweetheart, and to you, height didn’t matter! You were at the paddock for the first time, taking everyone by surprise with your runway-worthy appearance. Tall, dressed nicely, and pretty overall.

“Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the RedBull garage?” You asked a passing engineer. He gave you a befuddled look, and gestured off in the distance. As you approached, you could see your boyfriend. With a wave and a squeal of excitement you rushed over to him. “Yuki! I missed you.”

You both hugged. Everyone around you was staring with disbelief. How did he bag you?!

LIAM LAWSON - LL30

Liam height: 5’9

Reader height: 5’10

One inch. One singular inch between you and your boyfriend, but it felt like miles when other people pointed it out. Liam was never concerned about it, because even if you were a whole foot taller he sincerely wouldn’t care. You, however, were unsure.

“Don’t you feel ridiculous dating someone taller than you? Most athletes go for short people.” You speak in a brief moment of insecurity, but he seems to take it as a teasing gesture and just laughs.

“Nah, who cares? I think it’s fun.” You blink in surprise, and your worry is replaced with a warm expression. “If we ever get to go to a concert, I’ll be the one on your shoulders.”

Of course that’s what he’s most excited about.

OLIVER BEARMAN - OB87

Oliver height: 6’2

Reader height: 6’5

It’s a wonder to everyone how Ollie even managed to find you. It would have been significantly easier for him to date someone shorter than him, but he just happened to fall for one of the very few people in his life who wasn’t.

You, of course, had a lot of questions when you first started dating. First off, why would he pick you over the various short women who had their eyes on him. Second- No. There was not second question, just that first one.

“You must have a thing for people taller than you,” You teased one day as the two of you were relaxing in bed. He had his head on your chest, eyes trained on his phone screen as he texted his team about something work related. You expected a defensive response.

“Yup.” Guess not.

[adoraflush]

—— ❝𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 외치듯 내뱉어도｡｡❞𓂃۶ৎ. field of flowers

요약 ､ ᝰ.ᐟ • Cute scenarios with our favorite rookie. ( smau )

𝜗𝜚 Isack Hadjar x f! Hamilton! reader .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝒾nfo ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა idk swearing, best friends/kinda dating, they aren’t married, the reader is younger…blue thoughts🫐 ➤ i felt bored and he’s my favorite rookie so win win.. kinda short

@.ynhadjar : working out except it’s me fooling around whilst he actually does stuff😔..

liked by Isack Hadjar, VCARB, and 1 million more tagged : @.isackhadjar

┃@.isackhadjar : I can confirm all she did was put bows on everything and then continued to "help" me😭

➜@.ynhadjar : I was a good spotter don’t even question

➜@.isackhadjar : you literally almost dropped it on me

➜@.ynhadjar : what do you want me to say?? That we should totally go for dinner and have a sleepover to make it up for that..🤨

➜@.isackhadjar : yes, no questions asked.

┃@.user382929 : it’s Isack using the VCARB acc to like twice

➜@.isackhadjar: girl be quiet 😕

┃@.VCARB : the admins are questioning our choices rn..

➜@.ynhadjar : WAIT NO PLEASE MY BF(F) WILL BE OUT OF A JOBB😭

➜@.olliewheel : did you just say boyfriend? Are you soft launching 😧??

➜@.luluhamiltion : just when he was starting to be my favorite rookie😔

➜@.ynhadjar : sorry lulu..

┃@.lilymunihe : cutest relationship on the grid i swear

➜@.ynhadjar : awww ty!! But we aren’t dating (unfortunately)

➜@.isackhadjar : unfortunately?

➜@.lilymunihe : ☕️

┃@.user48282 : I wish had this kind of friendship

➜@.user372 : we all do, it’s like they’re dating but they aren’t 😐

┃@.user944 : are they dating?

➜@.user382 : they aren’t they just keep pretending to and it’s so annoying like why can’t you date already??😕

➜@.user10233 : I could’ve sworn they were dating because of the time they kissed on the kiss camera..?

@.isackhadjar : we are now married through our plushies, she really loves sharks. It kind of hurt me when she told me to make the pizzas in a heart shape and do all the work😭

Liked by Yn, Lewis, Charles, Formula 1, and 2 million more Tagged : @.ynhadjar

┃@.ynhadjar : changing my last name fr chat‼️

➜@.user3201 : PLEASE STOP EDGING US🙁

➜@.ynhadjar : it’s too much seeing you guys question if we’re dating or not🫢

➜@.isackhadjar : finally 😟

┃@.FORMULA 1 : please soft launch properly, and please don’t skip dating.

➜@.isackhadjar : of course not we aren’t dating or married ( yet ) but being genuinely honest we are still best friends.

➜@.luluhamilton : I’m starting to question my decisions of approving you..

┃@.landonorizz : so who popped the question because it’s most definitely not Isack.

➜@.ynhadjar : it was me 😼

┃@.lilymunihe : rethink all your choices please before becoming a wag @.ynhadjar, your last name is beautiful don’t do it 🙁

➜@.ynhadjar : my last name is fire never changing it ‼️‼️

@.ynhadjar : went out on a date with my bf, first date lowkey 😼

Liked by Isack, Lewis, Ollie, VCARB, and 2 million others Tagged : @.isackhadjar

┃@.isackhadjar : C’est ma copine‼️, also she made me build all the legos 😭

➜@.ynhadjar : I feared you enjoyed it

➜@.luluhamilton : my LITTLE sister is growing up so fast.

➜@.isackhadjar : @.luluhamilton I’m starting to think you hate me with a burning passion, she’s only 1 year younger than me🙁

┃@.olliewheel : I’m so glad I gave you a pep talk trying to ask him out

➜@.ynhadjar : thank youu‼️‼️

➜@.isackhadjar : @.ynhadjar don’t talk to him.

➜@.ynhadjar : yes sirrr

┃@.VCARB : congratulations 🎉

┃@.luluhamilton : like I stop using this app for 2 days and I come back and my sister is dating a rookie.

➜@.ynhadjar : mb gang😭

┃@.lilymunihe : officially the best couple on this grid🩷

➜@.ynhadjar : thank you, you are such a sweetieee😻

➜@.alexalbon2.0 : OH I thought we were the best??? Want to explain??? @.lilymunihe

[lsunstreakerl]

1.6k words of 2025 omegaverse! (was anyone going to tell max he's a mother now or was he supposed to find out himself?)

Pre-season preparations are as hectic as always, but Max's eye twitches as he scans across the room, flooded with scents, drivers and team members alike. The photography crew is shouting at people already, and Max is trying to headcount- two, four, six- is Jack his?

Charles raises an eyebrow at him from where he's already sitting for the photo, looking mildly amused as Max wrinkles his nose and makes his way over.

"Lose track of your kids?"

"Mate, I'm not even sure how many of them are mine."

"Whore."

Max smacks him on the shoulder as the photographers start shooing everyone into place.

Bubbles, Kimi, Ollie, Liam, Isack, Jack... that's everyone, he's pretty sure.

Liam technically doesn't count, and he doesn't know Jack all that well, but he's Australian, so Max is obligated to look out for him just like the rest.

"Max! Lift your chin a bit please."

He falls into the easy rhythm of listening, moving when they tell him to move. Charles earns the ire of one of the set coordinators by moving too far away on purpose, and Max has to muffle his giggle, even as Charles winks at him.

He's wearing scent blocking patches, but he still hears a soft laugh from Carlos, so his pleased scent must be sneaking through.

At least he waits for a break in the photos to poke fun at him.

"It is a good sign for the season everyone, we have a happy Max."

"Shut up."

Max kicks a leg out at him, but Carlos just grins, twisting away.

"Mate, I am wearing white, watch your shoes."

"They're clean!"

Pierre groans from behind him.

"The season has not even started, stop flirting."

Max leans back on his palms, flashing Pierre a smile. The alpha's been cranky since he and Esteban split teams, so Max won't take it personally.

"Now Pierre, if you would really like to see some flirting-"

"Max, oh my god-"

The photographers are yelling again, and Max gets back into position. Carlos is more relaxed, and now Pierre just smells mildly exasperated, compared to the faint sadness and guilt from earlier.

Mission successful- somewhat. Charles seems annoyed, but he'll get over it.

------

They're on a quick break, and Fernando leans down, clapping Max on the shoulder.

"You're all grown up now."

"Huh?"

Max twists to look at him, and Fernando pokes at one of his scent patches.

"The whole room can still smell you."

Rude.

"These are new blockers, I am not sure why-"

Fernando laughs, and he gestures at Max's neck and shoulders.

"You covered your standard glands, but you missed the new ones."

The what.

"Sorry?"

Nico leans down, inserting himself into the conversation.

"Oh, are you talking about the dame ones? That's cute, Max. Talk about a pack omega- it must be all the rookies we have this year."

Max makes a strangled noise, clamping a hand over the bottom of his jaw, covering the space just underneath his ear.

He does not have dame glands. Those are for- are for schoolteachers, childcare workers, omegas that spend most of their time with pups.

Max is a Formula 1 driver.

Pierre laughs.

"Mate, no way you did not realize?"

Max had not realized.

Being the pack omega is one thing- the grid is typically on the older side. Max's responsibilities have been more on the marathon sex side of things, not pup raising.

Kimi pipes up, eyes wide and voice soft.

"I think you smell nice, Max."

Now that Max is aware of it, he can see the other drivers subtle reactions to the change in his scent.

"Thank you Kimi."

His scent must go sweet, because Fernando winks at him as the other alphas look fondly over at him and Kimi. Kimi's own scent is still subdued under the blockers, but the way his cheeks go pink is a good indicator.

There's a slight jealous tang in the air, faint and milky, but Max's brain latches onto it, follows it higher until he spots Gabriel sulking. Lando doesn't seem to have picked up on it despite sitting closer to him.

Max is going to blame that on his heightened nose as pack omega, and not anything dame related.

"Bubbles, mate, come here for a second."

Gabriel perks up, hopping down to come sit near Max.

Ollie frowns as Gabriel passes him, and Max realizes he's going to have a lot of rookie managing to do this season.

------

Daniel has not stopped laughing since he picked up the phone. Max buries his face into one of the hotel pillows, temporarily forgoing his shoddy nest building attempt to whine.

"Danny, you are not helping."

Another bout of laughter.

"Sorry mate, I just- you're a dame now, that is fucking hysterical Max. They're not even your pups!"

Max can't stop the hiss, because they are-

"Did you just hiss at me? Maxy, bud, I only meant biologically. Obviously they're still your grid pups."

Max makes a mortified noise into the pillow. He hadn't meant to hiss, so this whole thing is really a sign that the entire season is just going to be embarrassing for him.

"Remember when they called me Mad Max? And everyone thought I was terrible and evil and a villain? Let's go back to that. Someone called me maternal yesterday, Daniel. Maternal."

Daniel rumbles, loud enough for Max to hear over the phone.

"I think it's sweet. You've really matured and grown into yourself since you joined. That the pups are so comfortable going to you, and that you clearly care about taking care of them- that's a good thing."

Max flops onto his back, glaring at the phone.

"Did your tits get bigger?"

"Daniel!"

------

It's the first nest in the packroom of the season, so Max has been messing with it for thirty minutes before the door cracks open, and Charles pokes his head in.

"Can I help you?"

Charles makes a face.

"Isack and Liam are fighting. They are saying they aren't but we can all smell it."

Max scrunches his nose. Charles is more than capable of getting between a fight- he's an alpha- but Isack and Liam are both Redbull, so they're Max's responsibility.

"Can't you make Lewis do it?"

Charles shifts on his feet.

"I was thinking they maybe needed to talk it out instead of being yelled at, yes?"

Lewis doesn't yell. Max knows what Charles is trying to imply- they need a gentler hand, an omega.

He glares at him.

"I am not actually a dame, Charlie."

"I mean..."

Max doesn't want to hear it, stalking out of the room past Charles.

"I am handling it, but next time one of you is doing it, got it? And don't let anyone into the pack room, I'm not done with the nest yet."

Charles rumbles behind him, content to be given a task.

Alphas.

------

Max is fluffing the blankets in his hotel room nest, carefully poking through his bag of scented items.

He's picking out an old jacket from Daniel, a new shirt from Oscar, and a new beanie from Jack, making a little Australian corner, when there's a series of rapid bangs on the door.

There's only one other omega on the grid that knocks like that, and Max is rolling his eyes as he swings the door open.

"Lando."

Lando shoves inside past him.

"Can I get in the nest yet?"

Max sends a quick prayer for patience.

"Hi Max, how are you Max, lovely to see you Max."

Lando grins.

"Can I?"

"No, I'm not done yet. Sit on the floor."

"Fine."

Max picks his way back over to the nest, grabbing the rest of his things as he eyes Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando doesn't smell like preheat, which is usually when he wants to snuggle, and they're not into the season enough for drama.

"What do you need, Lando?"

Lando tilts his head, looking at Max. Or- at his neck.

"Oh, nothing, I was just curious about the dame stuff. I've met a few, but they all had like, biological pups, ya know? Went through the pregnancy and all that."

Max rolls his eyes.

"Obviously I did not birth the rookies Lando."

Lando snorts, passing Max a blanket. It smells like Checo and some of the mechanics, goes carefully in the Redbull wall.

"I know that, I was just wondering, like, if any of the other physical stuff happened? Cause your hormones changed, and you smell different."

Max pauses, eyeing him warily. He's being deliberately vague.

"What are you actually asking me?"

Lando leans forward, squinting at Max's chest.

"Do you have milk?"

"Get out-"

------

It's been raining all weekend, and Max is going around the paddock herding his pups after free practice. They're probably all cold and wet and shivering, and Max has made a nice cozy nest, so now he's passing the garages, impatiently waiting until they scamper out in dry clothes and go inside with him.

He's finally gotten his last two stragglers- Ollie hadn't been with Haas but instead chatting with Kimi under an awning, so Max is pushing them both down the hallway towards the pack room.

Max shuffles them around in the nest, settling down in the middle as they all adjust, curling on or around him. They're nice and warm now, all in one spot where Max can keep track of them, instead of being out in the rain or being asked shitty interview questions.

He starts purring, relaxing into the nest. The rest of the pack will be in later. If they're nice Max will let them in.

Maybe.

[shitapril]

you know what time it is ! time for my completely inexpert, nonsensical race recap of melbourne gp, 2025 !

firstly, the rain was the real star of the show. she said jump and the drivers replied “how high ?” she said spin and they said "how many of us ? and how many times ?" (it was most of them, and multiple times)

through the course of the race, we lost 5 rookies. isack in the formation lap, jack in the first lap, fernando somewhere in the middle, gabriel and liam towards the end.

carlos reminded us, lest we forget, he is driving a williams at the end of the day. we lost him to an uncontrollable torque surge that saw him dnf in the first few laps under safety car. cue baroque scenes and war flashback for the mechanics.

fear not williams fans, all is not lost. despite only one car finishing, we had alex in p4, just shy of podium, outscoring both ferraris. if you hear cackling, that's me, apologies.

lewis and charles were competing for funniest-radio-of-the-race. they might have not won, or even come close to winning on track, but in radio-talk they're the clear winners.

george had a quiet, and brilliant race, finishing on podium.

lando shut everyone up. bottling the start ? nope. weak under pressure ? held up max with drs the last two laps. pole, fastest lap and race win. haters, don't try and embarrass yourself.

the aussie curse continues, oscar finished p9.

race started of with rumours of a repeat brasil 2024. nah, if we're lucky, we'll live to see another australia 2025.

[bwoahtastic]

"please take care of yourself, i wanna keep you for a long time"

That screams Pack omega Max with his rookies

so i changed the dialogue a tiny but to make it fit better, but besides that this is just pure pure cuddly fluff!

Max fussed over the nest, which was a lot bigger than his usual fluffy nests were. But then again, he had to fit a lot of people comfortably inside today. He grumbled a little, seeming unable to keep one edge of the blanket from sliding out of the careful folds it had been pleaded in, but his slighty soured, grumpy scent lightened the moment there was a polite knock on the door.

"Excuse me? Can we come in?" Ollie's polite voice sounded, making Max snort a little. Rookies were always so polite, the seasoned drivers would just barge in unannounced by now.

"Yes, come in." Max purred a bit, making sure the pillows where all fluffed up properly. He was sitting cross legged in the centre of the nest, smiling a little as the rookies came filing in, all standing a little nervously at the edge of the nest. Max patted the covers next to him once and Kimi came bounding in almost immediately, purring softly as he nosed against Max's outstretched hand like a little, needy cat. "All of you!" Max urged on as some others hesitated.

Gabi climbed in next, teasingly nudging his shoulder against Max's and just grinning at the soft, playful growl Max gave him in return. He couldn't be mad at any of them, not when they were just rookies looking for some love from their Pack Omega.

"Ollie!" Kimi pouted, making the young Alpha crawl in too to snuggle up against him. Max was relatively certain there was something going on between the two, but he didn't want to push for information, not yet anyways. Max reached over to stroke Ollie'a hair a bit, scenting him, as Jack made himself cosy next to Gabi, the two young Alphas nudging and growling a little. Max let out a soft noise at them, he was all for playfighting, but right now he preferred to keep his nest perfect for cuddles thank you very much!

All this left just Isack standing at the edge of the nest, looking at them warily. Max sighed.

"Whatever bullshit Yuki tried to make you believe, he was just joking." he chuckled. "Come on, it's just some cuddles!" he added, cooing softly as he poked Isack's leg with his foot, just about managing to do so stretched out from where the others had already dared to snuggle closer to him. Isack huffed a bit, cheeks turning a sweet pink, but he crawled in, making Max purr happily as he settled right on top of Max to nose into his chest.

"See? This is nice." Max smiled. He had vowed to do this with all rookies since he became Pack Omega, making sure they all knew how nice Pack cuddles were, and that they could trust Max to be there for him.

Just anything to make sure they didnt have the same shitty rookie experience Max had gotten himself.

"This is nice." Gabi hummed contentedly as Max nosed the tops of their heads, making sure they all smelled a little bit like him, like Pack. Kimi yawned into the crook of Max's neck, the young driver not hesitant at all about the cuddling.

" 's very nice." he confirmed, purring softly. Max chuckled, trying his very best to wrap his arms around the five of them, pulling them all as close as humanly possible. Isack's chin was digging into his sternum a little uncomfortably, but with a little nudge, Isack shifted to make Max more comfortable instantly.

"You all have to promise me one thing." Max spoke up. Five pairs of eyes - well, four, Kimi still had his face tucked in Max's neck but let out a hum in acknowledgement - stared up at him, all so innocent, so kind. Max sighed, feeling so protective of them all, wanting to wrap them all up in bubblewrap and make sure they would never get hurt, but he knew in their line of work, that was nearly impossible.

"Please all take care of yourselves, and each other." he whispered softly, soft smile breaking out on his lips. "I want to keep all of you for a very long time."

The rookies, if possible, pressed even closer, rumbling and purring and even pup squeaking a little as Max purred back at them. He kept them all close in his nest, away from the chaos, and watched over them as they all slowly dozed off.

They'd all be fine. Max vowed to make sure of that.

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He had taken your hand. Let you drag him back to your hotel room. With clothes thrown messily out of your suitcase, glasses placed on top of the mini fridge of all places. Two different books half open, one on the couch, the other on the bed. You pushed him towards the couch, noting the rapid rise and fall of his chest. His eyes flicked around rapidly, fists clenching and unclenching. You knew the walls were closing in on him, that he was freaking out just because you’d let him back into your space again. 

So. You gently nudged him onto the couch, and then climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around him tightly to provide some pressure. It normally helped. Over the years, you had figured out Lando was an anxious person. And any form of pressure helped ground him, and bring his head back to where it needed to be. It used to be squeezing his hand before he got into a kart, to tightly hugging him tight before he got into the McLaren. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The second you felt a tear land on your shoulder, you reached up to run your fingers through his messy curls. “I’m so so-”

“Don’t apologise, Lan. ‘S okay.”

He sniffles, “It’s not.”

You lean back to hold his face in your hands, “Forget it. Okay? Don’t think about it. It’s freaking you out. I’m here, you’re here, we’re together. That’s all you gotta think about, alright, love?”

He nods, and takes a deep breath, and leans into your hands. “Alright.”

You two had kept things quiet over winter break. Nobody needed to know that you were back together. Nobody needed to know that you had moved back into your shared apartment, with your glasses always in random places, and your after work rants. Until Melbourne, you and Lando were back in your bubble. You’d talked, really talked, about the break up, why it happened, how it had happened, how to avoid it happening again. And you’d both promised to never let it get that far again. And now you were in Melbourne, in jeans and a nice shirt. You squeezed Lando’s hand as he led you through the paddock. He turned his head and smiled, before tugging you slightly closer and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He’d been paying close attention to you, watching how you reacted to the cameras and fans. And the second he saw your eyebrows scrunch, and the corners of your mouth turn down, he pulled you closer, simply so you’d look up at him with a smile. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to, just flicks his eyes a certain way, eyebrows raised just a little. “I’m okay, Lan.”

“Yeah. Uh huh. And I’m World Champ.”

Your frown, “You’ll get there.”

He shoots you another look, unimpressed, “I was being sarcastic. And you know it.” He steps to the side of the paddock, out of the way of people, before wrapping his arms around your waist. “C’mon, talk to me.”

He reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, you sigh, staring at him, “There’s a lot of cameras.”

“Never bothered you before, sweetheart.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Botherin’ me today.”

Lando stares, not believing you, but letting it slide, “Yeah. Okay. Let’s just get to the garage, alright?”

You nod and let him press a kiss to your forehead, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the garage. He had a quick debrief, so you sat in his driver’s room, scrolling on your phone. And then when it was time to race, you made sure to give him a tight hug before he got in the car, “You’re gonna do amazing, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed you quickly. You squeezed him a little tighter

The race was crazy. You’d disappeared for a few minutes, to find Isack and tell him he was amazing, only to come back to both Jack and Carlos DNFing. And then, Oscar spun out. Your heart sank, standing behind Cisca and next to Lily. And then it ended. Lando P1. A win. A 5 time grand prix winner. The podium went smoothly, you’d congratulated all the rookies, gave them a tight hug, told them it was their first race, and not to beat themselves up about it. Congratulated Kimi and Ollie for finishing, told them they were amazing. And then you watched your boyfriend stand on the top step for the fifth time. The first time as the WDC leader. And for someone who had always prided themselves on noticing little details, you failed to notice that after Oscar skedaddled away to escape the champagne spray for Lando after the team photo, he came back, slipping something in Lando’s hand. Didn’t notice Cisca and Flo getting their phones out, or the fact the McLaren media team’s camera was on you and not the drivers. And when you turned to congratulate him, he’d disappeared. You looked down, saw him on one knee with a little box in his hand, and let your mouth drop open. “Lan, what are you doing?”

“Asking the love of my life to marry me,” the little box opens, “I was gonna do it when we went to dinner tonight, but I told Osc to go get the ring, and mum and Flo that I changed my mind. I’m leading the championship, so I figured I might as well-”

“You’re rambling,” you said softly, reaching out to pull him onto his feet. 

“Right. Yeah. Uhm. Well I love you, and we’ve basically been together for five years. And when we did break up I realised that life is incredibly empty without you. My apartment started looking like it was out of IKEA when I came back from triple headers. You're not dancing in the kitchen, and I couldn’t watch the new season of Bridgerton, cos that was our show. You have this innate ability to read me like a book, and make me feel better with just a smile. So, yeah. I’ve decided that I wanna keep you for the rest of our lives. But asking was polite-”

You smile, holding his face in your hands, “Lan?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t mind the decision.”

He grins, “Really?”

You nod, “It’s a pretty good decision.”

“You’ll marry me?”

“Be an idiot not to.”

His grin widens as he looks at the box in his hand to grab the ring. He lets the empty box drop to the ground after the ring is slid onto your finger, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up. You get spun around, once, twice, three times, before your feet are placed back on the ground and Lando’s pulling your face up to his. “Everybody’s celebrating and we haven’t even said any vows.”

You smile, letting him kiss you, “Better start writing yours soon then, Mr Norris.”

Lando pulls back, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to kiss the ring, “I love you.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

[tsunodaradio]

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THIS IS: FORMULA ONE 📀 isack likes to think he's not asking for a lot.

♫ starring: isack hadjar x childhood bestfriend!reader. ♫ social media au. ♫ includes: fluff, romance. profanity, mentions of food. events of aus gp (this deserves a warning), hurt/comfort, dash of fake dating, friends to lovers. slightly fucked up race timeline (we ball), google translated french, rookies make an appearance. anon requested not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. ♫ commentary box: this is also for the anon who asked for more hadjar fluff! i've found my people 😋 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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As requested by @pitlanewrites I am writing about:

How I imagine the drivers + Zhou would act in an earthquake!

Note: (this is purely based on vibes and home country stats) I have only been in one earthquake, since I have lived most my life in the Midwest so I'm sorry if any of this is completely inaccurate to how to actually deal with an earthquake.

Do they even give you an early warning for them? No clue... And I'm not going to look it up (sorry y'all)

Tornado version here!

My boy Yuki, he's definitely the one giving the orders the moment the house starts shaking. Japan is on a pretty active fault line so based on this he should have an idea as to how to deal with earthquakes. Will he be clear about directions? Probably not... If that one video of him giving Liam directions while driving the delivery truck says anything about how good he is at giving directions literally no one will fully understand what he means.

I feel the same thing for Zhou (can't believe he gets to be red now!!!) his English isn't as good as some of the other driver's English, and with that being the common language between all of them it would definitely be difficult. Despite this, I feel he would be better at explaining stuff than Yuki so some drivers would be able to understand what he is trying to get at better than others. Since China gets slightly more earthquakes than Japan does I feel these Yuki and Zhou would be the "experts" in this matter.

Due to the pretty decent language barrier between Yuki and Zhou with the others I imagine there will be a group that is looking up how to deal with an earthquake. Some of which, literally just George and Alex and maybe Oscar, will get their research done in time for them to actually help the other drivers. On the other hand I feel people like Max and Charles are just bullshitting around and not looking the right things up.

Now for the panicked group! Lando, Kimi, Ollie, Isack and Gabi! The rookies I understand, they are all young. I remember the only earthquake I was in scared the shit out of me because I was little and didn't know why the house was shaking. I don't care that these guys are my age they are getting written like they are 7yr old Z because I refuse to acknowledge the fact that they are my age. Anyway, Lando just has the vibe of being freaked out by a shaking house, maybe it's the fact that he genuinely reminds me of a kindergartener or some sort of little kid. I really don't know why, but to me he's like that one leash kid we all knew.

The older guys I feel probably will be chill, just standing under a doorway like they teach in elementary schools. Fernando is probably still trying to convert rookies into his weird little family of chaos. (expecally if the rookie looks like him or Lance for some reason... Like please Nando elaborate why you pick the ones that look like you and Lance.) While I imagine Nico just minding his business, maybe trying to calm down his teammate but I don't see him being too bothered by it.

Since we mentioned Lance I might as well get to him next. Now Canada doesn't get too many earthquakes, and with that being the case I feel he's probably just a little freaked out by it but not too bad. He just has a chill vibe to him but again like the tornado one he could go both ways, absolutely flabbergasted or just meh about it. He doesn't present himself on media often (guys please stop bullying him off of social media he's actually funny once you stop watching RPM and other Lance hate accounts.) so I can't make a good call about how he'd act in natural disasters.

Now time for both of the Alpine drivers! I think Pierre is still the dumb luck kind of guy but it ain't as bad as the tornado one. He's definitely close with what to do, way closer than he was with the tornado one, but still so far. Unlike the tornado one, I think Jack is right there with him. The Alpine way is to hope for luck and they somehow get it.

Liam, Carlos, and Lewis... All of which I think would give the least amount of shits about the entire house shaking. Oh those pictures fell and broke? Okay well I'm nice and comfy on this couch. Lando is screaming? He just does that sometimes it's whatever. Lewis and Carlos it makes sense they are fairly chill but the kiwi is slightly used to the earthquakes. He definitely ain't helping anyone with how to "survive" one because, "this is a small one, nothing bad will happen" so he is just sat on the couch with the other calm ones like the whole house isn't in disarray.

Once everything is back to normal, Lando is still screaming I can feel it.

Anyway, writing these reminds me of when I wrote fanfiction on Wattpad when I was like 12 in a weirdly good way. Because like I know I have better English skills now, it reminds me of when I didn't have stress so it's nice.

[dannyriccsystem]

Omg you know what would be so funny, the 2025 rookies or current grid doing the tell on me TikTok trend with reader! I know the trend passed, but I still occasionally get those videos.Maybe some of them stand on readers feet bc their reactions would be funny!

If you don’t feel comfortable with this I 100% understand, but thank you in advance regardless💜

IS YOU GON’ TELL ON ME?

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

Summary: “Tell On Me” trend with the 2025 rookies + the papaya boys because I love them!

Warnings: Y/N usage, suggestive lyrics and jokes, one of them accidentally gets hit in the nuts 😕, not proofread

Featuring: LN4, IH6, JD7, KA12, LL30, OP81, OB87,

Sorry this one took forever! I’m finally getting to actually finish my requests, which ARE open! Check here for more!

Jack Doohan is such a cutie but I miss his hair so I wrote him pre-buzz!!

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

“I’m liking this angle.” Y/N immediately rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s suggestive comment. If she was on the same level as him, she might smack his chest and tell him to knock it off. However, right now that was rather difficult.

Only hours ago Y/N had been begging Lando to participate in a trend with her. He refused, insisting there were much more fun trends to do, but finally gave in when he saw how excited she was. One person was meant to stop on the other’s legs, propped against a wall, while recording them from above. Then, they’d drop the phone and the person on the bottom would record the one on top. All while lip syncing some ridiculous audio.

“Quit moving your legs so much, I’m gonna fall!” She criticized him in a joking manner, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she reached into her pocket for her phone. She did a quick search of the audio, selected it, and then hit record. The room was dark, allowing her to use her flash to illuminate his handsome face.

He lipsynced the words, “If I beat that pussy up is you gon’ tell on me?” Just as the song said. Right then she was supposed to drop him the phone so he could capture her. That’s what was supposed to happen, but instead it landed flat on his nose. He jolted from the impact, causing Y/N to topple over and land on top of him.

“I told you not to move!” She laughed.

“You dropped it on my face!”

ISACK HADJAR - IH6

Everyone knows about Isack’s obsession with TikTok lip sync videos. He posted at least one a day, his specialty being Kardashian videos. And mind you, those were just the videos he posted. Y/N was sure that the amount of drafts he had harbored away was probably insane.

But, this idea? This was hers. He just happened to be the right person to ask, because of course he wouldn’t say no to such a proposal. Make a lip-syncing video with his girlfriend? Abso-fucking-lutely. Name a time and place, he’d be there. He sat in the corner of their kitchen on his back, his muscular legs in the air and propped against the wall. With very wobbly balance, Y/N stood on top of his feet.

“Okay, hand me the phone,” She laughed, barely able to stand still. Isack laughed along with her, until he realized he had to reach up and hand her something. With a focused expression, he tried to keep his legs still whilst simultaneously reaching up to hand her the phone. Sucess! Y/N’s hands gripped the phone, and Isack could relax against the floor.

“This is a long walk for a short drink of water,” He pointed out. Y/N just shrugged, and proceeded to hit record.

JACK DOOHAN - JD7

“I don’t know if my PR team will approve of this.” Jack chuckled, trying to keep his legs completely still while Y/N stepped atop of them. It took her a few tries, but eventually she managed to balance herself on his feet. She giggled softly, both of her hands on the wall to ensure her own safety.

“Well, this can just be for me then! Nobody else has to see.” She was grateful her boyfriend was an athlete, otherwise they’d be on a time crunch. Hey, maybe this could be a future leg workout for him. Who’s to say? “I’m already up here, pleaaase?”

“Hey, I never said no.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair to perfect his own style. After prepping himself, he nodded. “Okay, I’m ready. You can hit record whenever.” Y/N opened the app and found the audio saved to her favorites. She clicked record, and point the camera at him.

He lip synced with a big grin, and when it was time to swap, she dropped the phone, and started to mouth the words herself. After reviewing the footage, they both decided to keep it buried in Y/N’s drafts. The lyrics were too much, and the angles were a lot.

KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

“DON’T DROP ME,” Kimi squeaked in his heavy accent, his voice rising an octave as he shouted with fear. His hands were clawing at the walls, looking for any sort of stability to keep himself balanced there. Y/N only laughed, causing her legs to shake more.

They probably should have swapped positions, but there was something humorous about him standing atop her feet. He swayed, arms out to keep himself steady. They were both against a wall with Y/N on her back, legs in the air. Kimi stood atop her feet.

“I’m not gonna drop you! Just hit record!” She muttered through fits of laughter, breathing in heavily to try and keep her composure. Only Kimi could make her laugh so hard. He pulled the phone out, and nearly fell just doing that. Without even thinking about it, she shifted.

Suddenly, he was on top of her. It happened so quickly— One twitch of the leg and he toppled over with ease. They both laughed as Kimi rolled off of her and onto his back, both of them lying there in their harmonious laughter.

LIAM LAWSON - LL30

“How do I even get into this position?” Y/N questions as she reviews the video once more. It was her idea to participate in the stupid trend, but now she was beginning to regret it. The two seemed to simultaneously agree that Liam would be the one on the bottom, since his leg strength was a lot better than hers.

“Okay, here.” He extended both of his arms and brought his knees to his chest. “Step on my feet, hold my hands, and I’ll slowly lift you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his current predicament, but followed his instructions. Y/N carefully stepped up onto his feet and held his hands, barely able to balance as is.

Slowly, he extended his legs and she held on to the wall. A silent cheer passed over them as they reached the peak, both of their legs fully extended. It was… Awkward, to say the least. “Okay, now-” Before he could finish, Y/N let out a yelp as she came toppling forward.

Unfortunately for Liam, her knee landed right between his legs. He shouted with pain, rolling over onto her side. Half-laughing, half-groaning. “Babe- Ow?!”

She knelt beside him, laughing her ass off. “OH MY GOD- I’m so sorry!”

OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

If anyone ever doubted that Oscar Piastri loved his girlfriend, he’d show them this video they’re making right now. Tell me, does a man who hates his girlfriend agree to film some stupid trend with her, just because her eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea. No, certainly not. How about a man who is currently lying on his back, supporting said girl on his feet as she explains the whole concept to him? Does he hate his girlfriend?

I think not.

“Okay, so… I’m gonna point the camera at you, and you’re gonna mouth the words,” She explained as if it was obvious. “And then-”

“Wait, what words? You didn’t tell me the lyrics,” he reminded gently, staring at her with that signature ‘you’re so stupid but I love you’ expression.

“Oh!” She grinned. Together, they seemed to have perfect balance. Even an awkward position like this felt natural. “If I beat that pussy up is you gon’ tell on me,” She sang very poorly. Oscar tilted his head, one brow raised.

“Really? That’s the lyric? I might get fined for this.”

“It’s for a good cause. Anyway! Afterwards, I’m gonna drop the phone and you have to catch it, turn it around, and then record me singing my part.”

So, in summary. If anyone tells you Oscar Piastri doesn’t love his girlfriend, you can confidently tell them that’s not true. He’s willing to walk the earth’s surface again and again for her.

OLIVER BEARMAN - OB87

“OW-” Y/N cried out sharply, followed by a giggle at the foolish mistake. Yeah, pro tip. If your boyfriend has long legs, don’t have him full send this trend. Y/N confidently stood atop his feet, using the wall for support. She balanced quite well, but the issue had yet to come.

With her okay, she allowed him to push his legs up. Issue? Her head hit the ceiling. With worry, her carefully lowered her, helping her get down. “Y/N, ohmygodI’msosorry, are you okay?!” She laughed as she nodded, her hands cradling the spot she hit.

“Yes, oh my God— Yes, it didn’t actually hurt that bad it just shocked me.” After getting confirmation she was okay, Ollie laughed with her, resting his forehead against her shoulder in an exasperated manner.

“I thought you were seriously hurt for a second!”

“Well for all you know I could have been.”

Yeah. Video was never posted. Was never even made.