#nico hulkenberg x y/n

[its-avalon-08]

HAAS!Nico Hulkenberg x wife reader. Doing pr video together with him. Answering fans millions dollar question. Fluff, teasing, banter, kisses, suggestive. Thanks!! :))

uh boo! im back lovelies!

wifey talks (nh27)

✦ pairing - nico hulkenberg x female!wife!reader

✦ genre - all fluff

“Okay, Nico, Y/N—this should be simple. Just answer the fan questions naturally, have fun, and for godsake remember to keep it for godsake PG-13,” the PR manager warned with a pointed look before stepping aside.

Y/N smirked, shifting in her seat beside her husband. “You hear that, darling? PG-13.”

Nico rolled his eyes, already sensing trouble. “That rule is mainly for you.”

The camera started rolling, the familiar Haas logo in the background. A production assistant held up the first card. “Alright, first question—‘What’s a typical day off for you both?’”

Y/N hummed in thought. “Depends on where we are. If we’re home, Nico likes to pretend he’s a professional chef—”

“Excuse me, I actually am a fantastic cook,” Nico interrupted, feigning offense.

Y/N turned to the camera with a knowing look. “He sets off the smoke alarm making toast.”

“Lies.”

“Half-truths,” she corrected with a grin. “But if we’re traveling, we explore, eat good food, and I make him take aesthetic pictures of me.”

“Which take hours,” Nico added dramatically. “She’ll say, ‘Just one more,’ and twenty shots later, we’re still adjusting angles.”

“But you love it,” Y/N pointed out sweetly.

Nico huffed but didn’t argue, which made her beam triumphantly.

The next card was held up. “If you weren’t a driver, what job do you think Nico would have?”

“Oh, easy,” Y/N said. “A male model.”

Nico snorted. “A what?”

“Have you seen your jawline? That face was made for luxury watches and cologne ads,” she teased, trailing a finger along his sharp jaw. “Tag Heuer, if you’re watching, call us.”

Nico caught her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Flattery will not distract me.”

“Won’t it?” she murmured, raising a brow.

He cleared his throat. “Next question.”

The assistant lifted another card. “Ah, the million-dollar question. ‘Who made the first move?’”

“Oh, this is good,” Y/N said, sitting up excitedly. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

Nico sighed. “I will, because I tell the truth.”

“Pffffftttt. Okay liar, I guess we're just making things up now..”

“I asked Y/N out first. Like a gentleman that I very much am.”

Y/N shook her head. “Half-truth. You flirted for weeks and guys just for a little bit of backstory, your guy Nico over here isn't sleek. He was a blushing red mess and wouldn’t actually ask me, so I got tired of waiting and did it myself.”

Nico smirked. “That’s what I wanted truly, for the pretty girl to ask me out. I want that... what do you call it? Ah Princess treatment! A master plan, if you will.”

“More like a cop-out you dum-dum.”

He shrugged. “Either way, I won.”

“Debatable.”

Nico leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “You married me, didn’t you baby?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft. “Alright, fine. You win this round.”

“Finally.”

The assistant held up another question, but before they could answer, Y/N turned to the camera. “Can we just take a second to appreciate that after all this time, Nico still gets all smug when he wins an argument with me?”

The crew chuckled.

Nico tilted his head. “Because it’s rare.”

Y/N leaned in, whispering just loud enough for the mic to catch. “I let you win.”

He huffed a laugh before tugging her closer, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. “Liar.”

The PR manager groaned. “OH COME ON!! I said PG-13, guys.”

Y/N winked at the camera. “Oops," while going in for a quick peck on his cheek as he blushed.

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(more of)the grid: no nut Novemeber!

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Featuring: jenson button, mark webber, fernando alonso, nico hulkenberg, kevin magnussen, valterri bottas, zhou gunayu, kimi raikkonen, sebastain vettel

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Jenson Button: lowkey would really want to win but would just fall short 

Like yes… he could last like 15 or 20 days but… nah. Not one whole ass month. 

He would so make it a rivalry between him and Mark or something 

He would be so fucking proud of himself that he outlasted fernando. 

Weirdly into it all… like… bro calm down

He definitely set it up.

Definitely a bit grumpy during the month… like very grumpy

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Mark Webber: him and jenson should just kiss already

Mf would not SHUT UP about the rivalry between him and jenson 

At that point they should just kiss each other 

Anyway, he makes it a big deal and announces he’s doing it 

You dont gaf and he takes that personally

He is a little bit grumpy

Only cares about beating jenson 

When Jenson admits he lost he fucks you silly. 

I mean hours on end. No breaks. Insanity. 

Freaky freaky gal. 

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Fernando Alonso: does not even participate 

No.

He will not. 

He does not care. 

He won’t, end of story. 

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Nico Hulkenberg: winner!

If he can’t get a podium or a win now, he’s winning a dumb challenge to make himself feel better! 

He knows it's dumb but he’s so disciplined about it that you start to wonder if he knows how dumb it is. 

He feels very accomplished when he wins 

Also very much enjoys the prize money

ALSO fucks u silly at the end of the month to ‘make up for it’. 

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Kevin Magnussen: …prolly not

This freaky gal enjoys a challenge, but genuinely thinks they are all insane for doing this. 

I mean come on… he had a child nine months after his pole position in Brazil…

No, you’re his wife, he can fuck you when you two want to.

No bet is worth giving that privilege up. 

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Valterri Bottas: winner?

So doesn’t join in, but just does it for fun? 

No matter what he just doesn’t fuck you all month

Then he makes up for that

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Zhou Guanyu: he tried…?

Didn’t try at all

Gave up

He does not think it’s worth it at all.

He does get teased a lot. 

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Kimi Raikonen: no. 

Hahahahahhaha ur funny.

He isn’t giving shit up for a month, especially fucking you. 

He is a freak, and he doesn’t care who tf knows it. 

He would send in a video of yall fucking to their gc (with your permission ofc) with the money transfer. 

Unapologetic. 

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Sebastian Vettel: freaky freaky gal.

He would rather shit in his hand and clap than give up fucking you for a month. 

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

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[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist series masterlist

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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lance mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

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F1 CHRISTMAS AESTHETIC

༯ you make carlos dress as a christmas tree

༯ you somehow get him a meerkat

༯ max put daniel’s photo on top of the tree

༯ nico & kevin are drinking beer like good dads

༯ daniel puts on his iconic christmas sweaters and makes max dress as a raindeer

༯ fernando and toto spoils you with gifts

༯ charles playing on piano, kazoo, guitar and he’s got a santa hat

༯ george’s baking some cookies

༯ chaotic skiing and snowball fights

༯ lando managed to put your cat in the tree

༯ franco, you & lewis stole a shopping cart

༯ albono and chili are eating sushi and they’re trying to make lando eat with them

taglist: @sunkissedscribbles @kandis-mom @idkkkkkkk123lgb @nottslvttt

[ferrarifan4ever]

Then there was five.

Pierre Gasly x Leclerc! Reader

Warnings- Swearing(allot of it) , overprotective brothers,childhood games & maybe some kissing?

Summary~ Y/N Leclerc is the third born Leclerc child and was regretting all decisions they had made that day. Why they let Charles drag them along to go clubbing with the rest of the grid and a few extra people,we will never know. But very quickly chaos ensues as most of the drivers get drunk and Y/N realises that their thoughts can be really annoying.

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"THAT'S SO FUCKED UP GEORGE,NO!" It was absolute chaos. The entire grid including a few extra people had decided to all go to a club in Monaco during the summer break, however, some people were regretting the decision to let their brother drag them along. And by some people I mean Y/N Leclerc. Don't get me wrong, they loved their brothers company but....this was a bit much.

Zhou had decided to bring up an old game that they used to play as kids;Kiss,Marry,Kill. So naturally, everyone wanted to play. All 30 of them. Like I said earlier,there was some people who weren't on the grid that were invited,as follows: Ollie,Arthur,Jack,Kimi,Lorenzo,Y/N, Logan,Carmen,Lilly and Alexandra. I don't know why Charles invited BASICALLY everyone he knows,but here we are. "Hmmmmm Yuki,"Carmen stared Yuki down "Kiss,Marry,Kill...erm...Pierre, Fernando & Checo."

Silence.

All eyes flicked to Yuki,then to Pierre and Fernando then they landed on Checo.

Still silence.

Then after the longest 20 seconds of their lives, Yuki spoke up. "Kiss Checo,Marry Pierre and Kill Fernando.Sorry Nando!" The reaction was insane,some people trying to shove Yuki into Pierre and some just a bit to stunned to say anything. Now it was Yuki's turn to pick ,"Lando, ki-" Yuki looked over at Lando. He was asleep with a pint of what looked like straight vodka ( it was from truth or dare earlier guys, relax!)in his hand. "Right....okay ,not Lando then. Y/N ,Kiss,Marry,Kill.....Carmen, Arthur or Pierre?" Y/N was shocked. They had known Pierre basically their whole lives,and kinda sorta liked the French driver. But on the other hand, Arthur was their little brother (your older than Arthur but younger than Charles). Your mind had been made." Kiss Pierre,Marry Carmen and Kill Thur." The chorus of people aww-ing didn't seem to end. It was one of the most embarrassing things you had ever done.

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The game dragged on into the night and slowly {somehow} morphed into truth or dare. People started leaving,so there was only like 12 of you left,including Lando,who Carlos and Oscar were trying to wake up. And miserably failing.

All you could think about was Pierre,which was unusual for you,as all you could normally think about was Holly Jackson books (seriously her books are incredible check them out). The look he gave you earlier when you said 'Kiss' kept flashing up in your head. It was frustrating you to another level that you couldn't pinpoint what the look was trying to say. Was it a look of disgust or the complete opposite? Fuck knows.

You were abruptly brought out of your train of thought by Max trying to climb on the table, after Ollie and Kimi had said that they thought Max was kinda overrated (sorry fellow Ollie and Kimi stans....they might not make it out of this one). " NO YOU TWO! I AM SUPERIOR! I DON'T CARE IF YO-"

'Clunk.'

You all stared down at Max as he glared daggers at Ollie and Kimi from the floor. "This isn't over you dickheads ,I'm gonna ram you into the wall next season... SO YOU CAN SUCK MY D-" Daniel quickly jumped up and shoved his hand over Max's mouth."Max, mate the kids are only 18 and 19,calm down.Okay, me and Max are leaving now...i am so sorry Oliver and Andrea." Then there was 10.

Ass the night slightly quieted down you couldn't help but steal glances at the French driver, praying that your brothers didn't see you doing it though. As Oscar and Lando (The whole Max,Kimi and Ollie situation woke him up) walked outside for a minute,mainly so Lando didn't throw up because of the vodka , the seating in the booth switched around. Y/N ended up lodged between a surprisingly awake Ollie and a really sober Charles. You tried to look anywhere but next to you,as you were afraid that Charles had seen you looking at the Frenchman earlier. You glanced up to see what unfortunate person had been sat in front of you and your face turned redder than the Monza grandstands. It was Pierre. And he was looking straight at you. Smiling. And winki- oh my god he just winked at you. Your face gew fifty shades darker (if that was possible) as you sweetly smiled back at him. It was times like these that you really wanna just confess your undying love to him. Little did you know, Pierre was having the exact same thoughts.

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The night felt like it would never end despite the fact it was only half eleven. "Okay guys,it been fun but I've got to go ,otherwise Rebecca will wonder were I am. Bye!"

Then there was 9.

"Yeah on that note, me and Kimi need to go. It's been a blast though guys!"

Then there was 7.

" I think it's best if I try and get Lando back to like, any bed so he doesn't wake up on the side of the road so ...bye."

Then there was 5.

Just like that five people had left, within the span of three minutes leaving just you,your brothers, Pierre and your thoughts. Which was a terrible match, because Pierre was there which tells your brain to act on the fact he's there,but also stops you from doing anything because all three of your brothers were still there . Your brain was eating itself alive. What to do? Sit in silence ?Ha,no.Act on it of course.

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AN~

Part 2?

Also I'm so sorry it took so long to post, I tried ages ago when I originally said I would post it and it deleted everything,it was allot longer and with school starting up again and the fact I have currently got like 13 bits of homework waiting to be done is.....yeah. Made it a bit difficult to find a time to do this. Also reading it over, I've only just realised how bad it is so....let's try and keep hate to a minimum :)

[chunniwritesalot]

home - nh27

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome to my 3rd haas related fanfic 😍😍 i think i should be named the nh27 queen by the amount of ff i'm writing about him (not that im complaining... i want to eat this guy...) if you dont follow me, or check my rambles (go follow me PLEASE... im a desperate gal) you wouldn't know that im going to vacation so i wanted to write something super quick before i left. when i get back- TRUST an smau WILL be made, probably for nico because this man is so beautiful 🤗😋 the writing on this is super rushed but i've been out of practice (uni is starting soon PLEASE SEND HELP) because i major in english and BRO i write so many essays that when i get to break i just stop writing all together. my creative writing is SAUR shit because all i write are analysis's and shit like that BUTTTTT im taking a lot of creative writing courses this year (2) so watch out because i might become Shakespeare cw: sad, cursing, you have a son but your gender isn't included, mentions of crashing (obviously, its about the monaco grand prix), mentions of hate, banner is mine but photos aren't, use of yn, bad writing style

other: y/s/n means your son's name! I DIDN'T EDIT THIS SHIT SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM BEGGING YOU REQUEST wc: 682

you didn't watch f1 races because of your love for the sport. in reality, you hated the sport. the loudness, the chaos, the danger. you thought that maybe nico would've finally listened to you, he would retire and you two could finally live... peacefully, that you could live your life not fearing the fact that the love of your life could quite literally die almost every week. you watched those stupid fucking races because nico was your husband, and you would never forgive yourself if you weren't watching and something unspeakable happened. so nico promised you that he would always come home to you, and he would never break that promise.

sometimes you wished you never got involved in this stupid sport, because then maybe you wouldn't find yourself sitting in the haas garage with your 3 year old being restrained in your grip as you watch the screen. everything going in slow motion as the two haas cars and the redbull collide in with eachother. was it bad to say you hoped most of the damage went to kevin or checo? you didn't care, f1 made everyone a bad person. you were sure louise, who was glued right next to you, thought the same thing- that most of the damage went to nico or checo. "shit" you muttered, your son looking up at you. he was too young to know what was happening, but you could tell he was worried.

"its okay love, just an accident." you whispered to him, he wriggled out of your grip to go run around the garage. not that you cared, right now, you were focused on nico and lord, were you fucking mad. mad that he broke his promise to you, mad that he never listened, mad at this fucking sport. you hated nico for this, hated that he sacrificed his entire life to this sport, when he knew that he had a 3-year-old son. when he knew you were waiting for him, and you would never forgive him if he didn't come back. you sat there, arms crossed as nico made his way back to the haas area after getting checked with the medics. you watched as he approached you, a flash of guilt on his face. louise seemed to get the message because she quickly got up from the seat next to you and made her way over to the children as she waited for her own husband. "y/n, i'm sorry." nico cracked out quietly, reaching out his hand to take yours. he grimaced when you snapped your hand away and stiffened at his words. "what if you died?" you spat out, "god nico, i-" tears burned in your eyes, "i hate you." nico watched as you stormed to the bathroom, not bothering to follow you. he knew you needed time to cool off. after a while, you came back, sitting next to your husband again. "even y/s/n was fucking worried." you whispered to him, "nico, you-." nico stayed silent, his gaze never tearing from the TV infront of them, he nodded slowly. "i was thinking about you the entire time." he started, "and i'm *sorry*, i'm so fucking sorry." he slowly turned to you, "i-i would never forgive myself if something happened to me, love. i-" he stopped, reaching out to wipe your tears, "i'm... i know you hate this sport, but- its my..." you shook your head, motioning for him to stop. sure, you hated this sport, but you didn't hate nico. you loved nico, and loving him meant you would always be there with him. even if that meant you had to watch all his stupid grands prix. because as much as you knew nico loved his sport, he loved you more, and nico promised he would always come home to you and y/s/n.

"i..i don't hate you" you said back gently, "i'm sorry." nico cracked a smile, "i know, my love. don't be sorry." he reached out again, and this time? you didn't pull away, because nico kept his promise. he was always going to come home to you.

[galaxygurlll]

Qualifying - Aussie GP 2019 - Part 6

A new team? With two females? This is unheard of and will most certainly shake things up in F1! Meet Y/n Rose-Ocean and Evelyn Match as they get assigned seats into a new team into the F1, Porsche Royal racing. Y/n holds the number 38 whilst Evelyn holds the number 72. The two are introduced as rookies in the 2019 season, but, their area has been yet to be revealed, it being closed by tarps, and the two girls' identities have also remained a secret. Over time, even though she’s one of the youngest, she soon becomes the “grid aunt” and even “grid older/younger sister” as well.

Warnings for this chapter: Google translated languages

All photos are from Pinterest!

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It was really nice to see Nicholla again and catch up before qualifying. Ev and I both helped payed for her flight here as a surprise since we all haven't been together for a few months.

The way that we met Nicholla was when we were on a holiday to Jamaica, which is where she is from, and instantly clicked. At the time as well, I was 15 and Ev was 21 and she was 18.

She's just gone off to look around right now and get a feel for the place since it is still a little unfamiliar to her.

But right now, I fueling up and getting ready... with a massive amount of butterflies in my stomach. If I don't place well in this, then who knows what's gonna happen tomorrow for the actual race. I might not even end up showing my face. And also---

"Ah!" Hands touch my shoulder, pulling me out of my train of thought, causing me to let out a screach. "Sorry y/n," Ev tells me in a sympathetic voice as she wraps an arm around my shoulders, "Just wanted to check up on you and how you're doing. Also to make sure that that mind of yours isn't messing with you." She rubs her knuckles against the top of my head.

I give her a soft smile as we sit in the garage, the doors all closed, blocking the outside world from seeing in, "I'm doin' alright adelfí (sister)," I mutter in response, "Just overthinking, de nuevo (again)," and as I speak these words, I lean my head on her shoulder, feeling her hum in response.

These past few days have taken a toll on the both of us, big time. And not just on track, but also off track. News articles, theories on who we are and if we're good enough. Even some people speculating about how my Insta posts are even more strange than usual.

"Well, we've got extra support here this weekend, with Nicholla being here, and not that many people know her that well, and she can also keep her secrets well," Ev informs and reminds me and she just a hum in response from me.

"I just miss River Ev, I feel like I'm being a horrible mother, something I never wanted to be. I want to be there for him Ev, I don't want to miss those moments-" I'm cut off by Ev basically yanking me off of her shoulder and making me look into her eyes, "You are a wonderful mother. Let me remind you that the reason you started doing all of this full-time, was for him. So that he could grow up, knowing that he could do anything. Yes, there might be times when you miss stuff, and it will be upsetting, but there will be even more wonderful stuff that you will be able to, and have the pleasure of witnessing. So, pull your head out of the gutter, læa thả s̄ìng thī̀ khuṇ s̄ạỵỵā kạb k̄heā ẁā khuṇ ca thả (and do what you promised him you would do)."

My eyes are wide and I don't dare to move. That is, until I feel something wet roll down my right cheek and my vision starts blurring up. Before I know it, I'm being pulled into a hug by one of my closest and longest friends.

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Just before getting into the car, my ears prick up, registering someone calling out my name. Then, upon turning around to find the source, I spot River barreling towards me, and even though I have my helmet on, he was still able to recognise me. This is no surprise.

"Muma!" Bending down, I let my son wobble collide into my open arms, and then I lift him up onto my hip as I stand and spot my dad, Nolan, and Atlas walking in; my two brothers first time in the garage. And, understandably, in awe.

I lift up my visor to speak to my two-year-old, "Hi baby. You ready for Muma to race today?" I question my son whilst rocking my body, and he nods, giggling. Even after this one year of having him as my own, he still makes me smile.

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Taking one final deep breath, I zone in and start my car, my family off to the side with headphones on that have my initials engraved into them. But, the cameras have been given specific instructions to not show the Porsche garage to up close, unless focusing on the cars.

The wait for me to be able to leave seems like forever, but finally, after seeing both McLaren cars, Williams cars, and Red Bulls cars pass by, I'm given the go-ahead and slowly make my way out before heading down the pit lane. Taking a look through my rear-view mirror, I see that Ev is sitting comfortably behind me.

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P12.

Woah. That was a toughie. I knew that the drivers would start to properly race now, but jesus. Also, from what got told to me whilst out there, is that Q3 is now the top 12 drivers instead of 10 because of Porsche being added into the mix.

Ev, I note, just scraped through into P15 right she finished her final lap when the timer ran out.

Unfortunately, though, there were some drivers that got out in Q1:

P18 Lance Stroll

P19 Pierre Gasly

P20 Carlos Sainz

P21 George Russell

P22 Robert Kubica

And unfortanly, two of those guys (Lance and George) and two of my closest friends. I feel so bad for the both of them, and the other drivers as well, of course.

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Next round. Next chance to prove myself worthy of this seat.

The car is feeling great as I get the it out onto the track for Q2, it's thankfully really working well with me.

Gavern helps me through it, getting me through into Q3.

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P10.

An improvement; and if the old rules were still in place, I would've just scraped through, but thankfully, that isn't the case. Unfortunately though, I almost burnt out my tired towards the end there, so I have to make sure to take much more care of them in the coming Q3.

Looking up at the TV screen, I can see through my helmet the people that got knocked out:

P13 Nico Hülkenberg

P14 Daniel Ricciardo

P15 Alex Albon

P16 Antonio Giovinazzi

P17 Daniil Kvyat

I landed just in front of Perez, just as the timer went out and Ev just got through into Q3 by finishing in P12.

River is napping on Nolan right now, and I can also see that my brother is also taking a little snooze, causing me to chuckle lightly at the sight. This also entails me to whip out my phone and take a quick picture of the adorably cute moment.

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The final choice of positions.

I know that I won't be landing in pole, but I will do my best to get as close to the top as possible, but these guys aren't making it an easy task. But that's racing, eh?

Hopping into the car for the final time today, I catch I quick glimpse of Atlas with River, both waving at me, leaving em to smile under my helmet, though slightly difficult considering that my cheeks are currently getting squashed by the inside of it.

So instead, a thumbs up is what they get from me before I'm released. And I come to realise instantly, that I'm first out on the track.

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And that's a wrap for today. What a fight it was.

P8 on my debut race.

It was a massive fight for that spot between me and Lando. We kept basically going back and forth in front of one another.

So the final result is this:

P1 Lewis Hamilton

P2 Valtteri Bottas

P3 Sebastian Vettel

P4 Max Verstappen

P5 Charles Leclerc

P6 Romain Grosjean

P7 Kevin Magnussen

P8 No. 38

P9 Lando Norris

P10 Kimi Räikkönen

P11 Sergio Pérez

P12 No. 72

Top 10 baby! I know my name isn't showcased, but still, top 10!

Oh my gosh, the relief that is rushing through my body as of right now. I am so proud of Lando and I; our debut race, and we've made it into the fucking top 10!

This is an amazing day!

The celebrations that are already going on in the Porsche garage, the cheers almost deafening as the sounds reach my ears.

All I know is, I'm so ready for tomorrow.

I'm ready to fight.

Fight for my home race.

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Part 7: Being written soon

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A/n: So sorry for the late update, Year 12 is brutal! Wish me luck for my 3 SACs coming up over the next few days! Cya soon, hopefully!! 🫶

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[its-avalon-08]

One in which the reader is a engineer, the young drivers see her as a big sister and they are trying to get her and Hulkenberg on a date.

set us up (nh27)

im so sorry for getting to this so late, this got lost somewhere in drafts and never saw the light of day but now here it is! enjoy <3

✦ pairing - nico hulkenberg x female!reader

✦ genre - all fluff

day 1: The Coffee Caper

Y/N was exhausted. The post-race debrief had dragged on forever, and all she craved was a strong cup of coffee. Stepping into the motorhome kitchen, she was surprised to find Nico already there, rummaging through the cupboards. "Morning, Nico," she greeted, stifling a yawn. "Looking for something?"

He whirled around, a half-empty bag of coffee beans clutched in his hand. "Uh, yeah. Looks like we're out. Big day ahead, you know?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Funny. I could've sworn I saw Daniel bringing in a fresh box yesterday." Suddenly, the door burst open and Daniel Ricciardo himself strutted in, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Good morning, lovelies!" he declared, brandishing two steaming mugs. "Just brewed a fresh pot especially for you two... because, you know, sharing is caring." Y/N and Nico exchanged bewildered glances. "Thanks, Daniel," Y/N mumbled, taking the mug. "But really, there was no need."

Daniel winked. "Nonsense! Sharing a morning coffee is practically a first date tradition, wouldn't you say, Nico?" Nico choked on his own spit, sending Y/N into a fit of giggles. "Date?" Nico sputtered. "This is just coffee, mate." Daniel winked again before sauntering out, leaving Y/N and Nico flustered in his wake.

day 2: The Simulator Shuffle

Practice Day 2 was underway, and Y/N was meticulously analyzing telemetry data when Pierre Gasly materialized beside her. "Hey, Y/N," he said casually. "Need a hand setting up Nico's sim session?"

Y/N looked up, surprised. "Nico's already done with his laps?" "Uh, yeah," Pierre stammered, avoiding her gaze. "But his settings seem a bit off. Maybe you could… check them out?" Y/N raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Pierre, what's going on?"

Just then, a sheepish grin spread across Charles Leclerc's face as he peeked around the corner. "Just some friendly driver bonding, wouldn't you say, Y/N?" he chirped before disappearing as quickly as he arrived.

Y/N sighed, a smile tugging at her lips. She found Nico already strapped into the simulator, looking equally bewildered" "Hey," she greeted, a playful edge to her voice. "Having trouble with the settings?"

Nico chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Seems so. Maybe you, the resident genius, could lend a hand?" Y/N spent the next few minutes fiddling with the settings, her presence making Nico acutely aware of the way his heart hammered in his chest. They fell into an easy conversation, discussing racing lines and strategies, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.

day 3: The Post-Race Pitstop

The race had been a nail-biter, with Red Bull pulling off a surprise victory. As the celebrations died down, Y/N found herself face-to-face with Nico by the champagne fountain. "Great race," Nico said, raising his glass in a toast. "You guys deserved that win." Y/N clinked her glass against his, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Nico. You weren't too shabby yourself out there."

Suddenly, Alex Albon materialized behind them, holding two large ice cream tubs. "Victory ice cream, courtesy of yours truly!" he declared, shoving a tub into Y/N's hands. "Chocolate chip cookie dough, your favorite, Y/N," he winked before handing the other tub to Nico and disappearing as quickly as he arrived.

Y/N and Nico stared at each other, then at the ice cream in their hands. "Well," Nico said, a hesitant smile gracing his features. "This seems like a good spot to enjoy the view... and the ice cream." Y/N laughed, a genuine, carefree sound. "Agreed."

They sat on the pit wall, shoulder to shoulder, savoring the sweet treat and the unspoken connection that crackled between them. Maybe, just maybe, the young drivers were onto something after all.

time skip

The Monaco twilight cast an almost romantic glow over the bustling paddock after the race. Mechanics were packing up, champagne flutes were drying on tables, and a tired but satisfied energy crackled in the air. Y/N, having just finished a post-race debrief with her engineers, was about to head back to her hotel when a familiar shadow fell across her path.

"Hey," Nico greeted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Still analyzing the data? You engineers are a meticulous bunch."

Y/N smiled, the playful banter a familiar comfort. "Someone has to keep you drivers in check, make sure you haven't just been out there winging it."

Nico chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine despite herself. "Oh, trust me, there's plenty of winging it involved. But hey, at least it's entertaining."

They stood there for a moment, a comfortable silence settling between them. Y/N knew what everyone else had been whispering for days – the other drivers, trying (and failing) to subtly nudge them together. She couldn't deny there was a spark between her and Nico, a shared love for the sport that transcended results and podium finishes.

"So," Nico started, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit Y/N had come to find endearing. "I know this might seem a little… well, after all the matchmaking attempts from the others…"

Y/N couldn't help but grin. "Let me guess, they finally wore you down?"

"Something like that," Nico admitted, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "But honestly, it's not just because of them. There's, uh, there's something about talking to you that's different. You understand the pressure, the thrill, the madness of it all."

His blue eyes met hers, sincere and kind. A blush crept up Y/N's cheeks. "Maybe you understand it a little too well, Mr. Hulk."

Nico's smile widened. "Maybe we could understand it together sometime, outside of the paddock. How about dinner? No post-race debriefs, just good food and good conversation."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't just any invitation, it was Nico asking her out, on his own terms. "That sounds… perfect," she finally managed, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

"Great," Nico said, relief washing over his features. "Then how about I pick you up tomorrow night? Eight o'clock work for you?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Y/N replied, her voice brimming with excitement.

As Nico turned to leave, a playful glint returned to his eyes. "Just a warning, though," he said over his shoulder. "I might be a wing-it kind of driver, but I promise to bring my A-game to dinner."

Y/N laughed, the sound echoing through the emptying paddock. "We'll see about that, Nico. We'll see about that."

[no-144444]

prince charming- l.norris

summary: lando brings his niece to the ballet, who knew he'd find love?

pairing: lando norris x fem! ballerina! reader

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Another show finished, another day done. All you had to do was meet some children and show them around the stage. It was a thing the company had decided to do after every single show, and you were one of the only ballerinas who enjoyed it. Everyone else ran out of there as fast as they could, but you stayed around, in full costume, showing them everything. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Look!” Mila, the little girl that had been assigned to you pulled on your hand and you followed her over. “It’s your Prince Charming!” She pointed at your co-star, Richard, who was playing Prince Charming while you played Cinderella. He was lovely and one of your best friends, but Mila’s face fell when she saw him kiss another girl, aka his actual girlfriend Mia. “He’s kissing someone else!” she gasped, looking at you hurt. 

You smiled. “We’re only together in the show, remember? My name isn’t Cinderella, is it?” You chuckled and she nodded, laughing. “So, that’s Richard, and he’s Mia’s real-life Prince Charming, not mine.”

She nodded understandingly. “Do you have a Prince Charming?”

You internally cringed, why did kids always want to know about your love-life? “No,” you smiled. 

Her face lit up. “OH! Perfect! Uncle Lala!” she called for her uncle to come over as your face fell. “Uncle Lala will you be Y/n’s Prince Charming so she can be my Auntie and we can have fun forever?!” 

Mila’s excited face and the ridiculousness of her statement, reminding him she truly didn’t know how the world worked, made him giggle. And with Lando, when he starts, he doesn’t stop. It took a whole minute for him to stop laughing, while you sat there awkwardly. You knew who he was, you knew why he was laughing, but it was still rude. Just say no, dude. 

“Mila, it doesn’t work like that,” he explained. “She’s way too pretty for me,” he whispered, sitting down beside her, and in front of you. 

Your eyes widened and you looked down, confused at the entire situation. 

“I know she is,” Mila answered (subtle dig at her uncle, but alright). “But you could ask her to dance or something. Princesses like dancing.”

Lando shook his head. “I’m an awful dancer.”

“Why do you just try talking to her!” Mila scoffed, then ran off to go look at some of the set of the show. 

You looked up and met his eyes and you both started laughing. “I’m so sorry about her, she gets like this sometimes,” he admitted, a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“It’s alright, it happens sometimes,” you waved him off, an easy smile on your face. 

“You get hit on through people’s nieces a lot?” he questioned. 

You chuckled. “It’s more common than you think, people love the ballerina shtick.”

He laughed. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23,” you answered. “And I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Lando,” he held his hand out to be shaken. “Nice to meet you.”

“NIce to meet you too,” you smiled, shaking his hand. “Congratulations on the year you’ve had.”

“You watch F1?”

You nodded. “My mom has been into it since she was a kid, she gave that to me, so… yeah.”

“Who’s your favourite driver?” he smirked and you chuckled. 

“Nico Hulkenberg,” you smirked. 

He chuckled. “Understandable,” he smiled, nodding. “Mila is probably off somewhere trying to destroy your set, I should probably go grab her.”

You both got up and smiled at each other. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Prince Charming,” you joked, he giggled. 

And that was that. 

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For the next few days, Lando could not get you out of his head. You were funny, kind, beautiful, good with Mila, everything he wanted in a person, yet he’d let you slip away. You weren’t even on social media, but he followed the company’s instagram and some of your friends to see pictures of you. He decided, once the season ended, he’d go back and find you. Maybe he really could become your Prince Charming. 

He joined the rest of the crowd in their standing ovation as you bowed, smiling brightly. He waited around and followed a few more people backstage to finally see you again. 

“Lando?” you questioned as you looked at him from behind. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you again,” he shrugged. “Happy holidays.”

You smiled. “So it is true,” your eyes shone with a hint of mischief. “You did follow the company account.”

He screwed his face up in a half-smile-half-grimace, he’d been caught. “You don’t have a public account, thought it would be weird to follow you on your private one.”

You chuckled. “I would’ve let you follow me,” you told him. “You are my Prince Charming, right?”

He beamed. “Right,” he nodded. “Dinner?”

“Let me get out of costume,” you agreed. You started to walk off and he didn’t follow, unsure what to do. You turned back and grabbed his hand. “Come on!”

He was very happy he had brought Mila to the ballet.

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Big Day - MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x singlemom!reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: dad!max, no use of y/n but daughters name is Aria, fluff. Part 2 to my girls

A/N: shorter than i thought it would be but still happy with it

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The weekend Max and Aria were looking forward to finally came. Aria's first time attending a grand prix. After finding out about her racing obsession Max promised to take her to a grand prix when the new season rolled around. What better grand prix to start with than the Monaco Grand Prix? At first, you were hesitant, not knowing how she would handle the crazy environment. It wasn't until Max took you to a few races and introduced you to Nico Hulkenberg and Kevin Magnussen that it calmed your nerves. Seeing their kids in the paddock gave you all the security you needed, along with Max promising to have at least two Red Bull personnel with you both at all times. 

The weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix rolled around. The streets slowly converted into the iconic track and fans flying in from all over the world. All of this made little Aria excited. Every time you were in the car Max would point out all the details to her, a smile spreading across her face every time. 

You agreed with her going all three days. There was still hesitance on whether she would like the energy of the paddock so you wanted to slowly build it up for when race day arrived. Max was happy you agreed to allow her to come to all three days. He had big plans. First, he would show her everything from the motorhome to parts of the track and then have her sit in the car for the grand finale. 

He walked in proudly with Aria in his arms and clutched your hand with his free one. He didn't even try to hide the big smile on his face. From scanning your passes to meeting the drivers passing by, Aria enjoyed every second. A big upgrade from the living room TV screen. 

"Are you ready to see the car?" Max asked Aria as they inched closer to the red bull garage. 

"YES YES YES!" She yelled out making the both of you chuckle. 

When the car came into view she recognized it instantly. Letting out a squeal capturing all the attention of everyone in the garage. The team already knew you. Max made it a point at your first grand prix that you were to feel welcomed and that everyone recognized your face so you would be comfortable when he was off working. Looking around you saw the confused faces of his team. They were probably thinking. "who was this little girl?" "why is Max carrying her around?" "did he have a secret child?-No, they would have known about that, right?" 

Max's voice broke you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to get in the car?" 

With the biggest smile on her face and wide eyes, a soft tone came out "Can I?" 

"Of course, you can baby." 

"Tanks yous!" she said wrapping her little hands around his neck tighter, bringing him into a hug which he gladly gave in, melting into her hold. At that moment you could see him planning to bring her to every race. 

"Anything for my biggest fan. Here, let's get you in." Before he placed her into the cockpit he kissed her cheek making her giggle. Once she was seated her eyes locked onto all the buttons and the different colors. She knew not to touch anything that wasn't her's so her hands were fidgeting with the Red Bull kit she wore, per Max's request. 

"Mama! Look!" Aria looked up beaming with the biggest smile you've ever seen. That alone was worth all the worrying for the past few months. Smiling at the little girl, you pulled out your phone to take as many pictures as your camera roll could hold. 

"I wanna race!" she exclaimed as her little hands were holding the steering wheel handles, the only thing that didn't have a button that she could touch. 

Looking at Max, you could see how his eyes had softened. The smile on his face never flattered. He remembered his first day karting and how much fun it was just to race. If his little girl wanted to, he was going to make it happen. 

"If you wanna race, I'll teach you. We can get you into karting if that is okay with mama?" He asked looking over to you with a pleading expression. Max never begged for anything, so for him to beg you to let your daughter race was a sight to see. 

"plwese mama!" she used her puppy dog's, similar to Max's pleading eyes. How could you say no? You trusted Max and if this was going to make both of them happy, why not give it a shot? 

With a small smile on your face, you gave in, "Okay baby, if you want to." 

"yes!" Her little voice exclaimed turning to Max to give a victory hi-five. 

After a few more minutes, Max pulled her out of the car and headed to the pit wall, the last stop on the little tour. You sat on one of the chairs while Max sat across from you with Aria still in his arms. If it were up to him, he wouldn't let her go at all. This was one of his favorite days and nothing could top it. 

"tanks you dada," Aria mumbled into Max's neck. He turned to you with a shocked expression making you giggle. 

For weeks when he wasn't around she would let it slip. Whether it was seeing him on TV or just mentioning his name. You didn't think there would be a day where she saw someone as a father figure, let alone calling them dad, but seeing how great he is with her you couldn't tell her to stop. It was her choice, after all. Silently, you told him it was okay with you. 

"Anything for you my baby girl." He hugged her tightly, making the little girl giggle. Making you both his girls was the best choice he's ever made. 

[silversurfersx]

media duties | f1grid pt.2

part 1

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau] - part 2

summary: the reader does anything to escape her media duties

faceclaim: Jamie chadwick and random peopke I found on ointerest

warnings: swearing, theoretical violence

liked by georgerussel63, landonorris, maxverstappen1 and others

yourusername: got a visitor in the paddock today😊 he had the cooler car 😔

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user: is alex ok?

user: what happened in slide 3???

alex_albon: why did you post this?

yourusername: bc auggie is adorable alex_albon: obviously, but that's not what I meant yourusername: oh you mean me hitting you with my car... yeah, that's meant as a threat for everyone alex_albon: what for? yourusername: leading Netflix to my secret hideout alex_albon: you were hiding in the Haas hospitality with Auggie and the Haas kids yourusername: yeah I couldn't understand a word those two said

user: ah yes...

user: is it weird that I'm jealous of auggie's car?

user: no, cause same

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Auggie cruised in his Spiderman toy car in front of you through the paddock. In high pitched squeaks he imitated motor noises.

Chuckling at the small boy, you followed along grabbing your phone from your pocket when you felt a ping. Looking down you saw Alex's message about Netflix wanting to film a segment once again.

'I can't, I gotta take care of auggie, sorry'

You texted back, looking for another excuse, as you knew that taking care of Auggie wasn't the best excuse, as there were enough people at Williams who could look after your nephew for an hour. They did when you raced as well.

Your eyes moved over the paddock, stopping on Nico Hulkenberg kneeling alongside his daughter, who was Auggie's age.

"Auggie, what do you think about making a new friend?"

The blonde boy turned back, quickly hitting the brakes of his toy car. "A new friend?"

"Yeah, you see that girl over there?" You nodded at the small girl, whose name you never really learned. "She looks nice, doesn't she?"

"Yes! Do you think she wants to be my friend?" The boy asked eyes wide in question. You shrugged. "Maybe we could go and ask."

"Yes!"

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"Y/N what are your plans for next year?" The media person asked rising to their feat in the crowd of reporters during the press conference.

Slowly you lifted the microphone up to your lips. "I don't know."

"You were seen in the Haas hospitality earlier today. Was it contract related or did you hide from someone again?" They asked which was followed by chuckles from everyone in the room.

Smiling you answered. "I was hiding."

Again chuckles erupted.

"Did you get caught?" Max interrupted from next to you on the couch. Laughing you nodded. "Yeah, Alex told on me."

"Ah, you shouldn't have told him." Max reprimanded you.

"Yeah, I know." You nodded. "But I hit him with my car, so now we're even." You argumented, ignoring the wide eyes from the media. Yuki grinned from beside Max, who couldn't hide his own amusement.

"That seems alright then." Max replied.

"If i may interrupt and go back to my initial question." The reporter interrupted. "Y/N, what are your plans for next year, do you have a new contract in sight?"

"Not really." You shrugged. It was a lie, but it wasn't any of their business, yet and you didn't even know if t would work out.

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It was an absolute honour meeting you, seb and all the people who worked this project. I am proud to have been part of this!!!🇧🇷🤩🥰

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user: absolutely beautiful what you did

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user: senna forever!!!

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alex_albon: so this is where you went?

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It was only logical that a day would come, where you were actually late for media duties, though no one believed you. Your constant lying about your whereabouts during media duties finally got to you.

"Where did you hide out this time?" Alex greeted you when you ran on stage for the fan event. "I didn't, I swear, I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm."

Alex looked at you suspiciously, not quite believing you. "Was it Max?"

"No, I swear, I slept in." You tried to reassure. Looking out at the crowd you tried to convince them. "Sorry guys, but I swear I did sleep."

Laughs filled the crowd at you attempts of convincing.

"Was that a 'we believe you'- laugh?" You asked receiving once again a similar laugh. Leaning back to look at the Alpine boys who were with you. "Are they laughing at me or with me?"

"I think at you." Pierre teased and Esteban joined. "I would too."

"At least I know I'm funny." You replied, grinning.

Alex leaned towards you, putting the microphone away from his mouth. "Did you actually sleep in?"

"Yes, I swear." You replied.

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yourusername: I swear guys i played too much sims and fell asleep... also I got a special helmet ⛑️

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user: she's out here fighting for her life, haha

user: happens to the best of us

user: damn, she's fighting harder than when she's escaping Netflix

landonorris: did u feed me?

yourusername: i let you drown in the pool, lol landonorris: what 🙂 yourusername: oscar was really sad oscarpiastri: nah landonorris: 🥲 yourusername: that's rough

alexalbon: but did you?

yourusername: 🤡

user: sick helmet ⛑️

user: are we all just gonna ignore lando?

yourusername: ignoring him is always the safest option 👍

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Drive to Survive interview:

"Hello, my name is Y/N Y/LN and I am racing for Williams Racing." You closed the clap with a tight smile, the bright lights surrounding you blinded you.

"Okay, great, it's good to finally catch you." The reporter announced making you unwillingly smile. "Yeah, you guys are very adamant, just wouldn't give up."

"We promise to keep it short for you." The woman laughed.

"Grand."

"Where did you hide this time?" The question continued.

"At Aston."

"Is it nice there?" The woman said as the interview continued.

"It's very green."

"Oh, I bet. How are you finding this season as it is slowly ending? What are your plans for next season, there are only a handful of seats left?" The interviewer pressed as you shifted in your seat knowing what she was out for. Carlos took your Williams seat for next year, so the question arises, 'what should you do?'.

Obviously you were in talks with a few people, looking over the open seats and even at spots in other categories like wec.

"It's been crazy, but I know what I'm doing."

"So you got a plan?" The woman asked curiously. "Is it for vcarb? They've been looking at you, I've heard."

You shrugged pursing your lips . "RedBull sugar free? Who knows."

"You're really not giving us anything, aren't you?" She interviewer chuckled and you smiled cockily.

"Nope." You looked over the camera personal, as the interviewer searched her notes. "Are we finished? Do you just cut to some dramatic scenes of me now?"

The lady shook her head chuckling. "Not quite, sorry."

Internally sighing in disappointment you nodded.

"Alright."

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[CAPTION] thank you Charles (my secret santa) for the invisability cloak, now I can hide even better☺️🧙‍♀️

charles_leclerc: you are welcome ☺️🥰 yourusername: 😘

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onlyangel4 1k event - P5. KM20. SMAU.

trope: brother's teammate

pairing: kevin magnussen x hukenberg!reader

faceclaim: romee strijd

author's note: this is set in the 2023 season

1k event

f1

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f1: BREAKING: haas have announced their drivers for the 2023 as nico hulkenberg and kevin magnussen

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user1: this is so funny, they fucking hate each other

user2: enemies to lovers

user3: i am convinced that nico decided he hated kevin when his sister went on record calling him the hottest driver in f1

user4: oh this season is going to be fun

user5: someone cooked with this line up

y/nhulkenberg posted a story

written: bahrain here we come

f1updates posted a story

written: y/n hulkenberg has arrived to the paddock with her brother and all eyes are on here

y/nhulkenberg posted a story

hassfan

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haasfan: these two are already getting on each other's nerves

"so kevin are you planning on playing nice with nico this season"

"well only if he gives me his sister's number"

nico looked like he was going to hit him. oh god maybe 2023 is not a good time to be a haas fan

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user4: bestie be fr there has never been a good time to be a haas fan

user5: i can't blame kmag y/n is fucking stunning

user6: kmag the flirt

f1fan posted a story

written: so i just met y/n hulkenberg and i totally get where kmag is coming from

y/nhulkenberg

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tagged: nicohulkenberg. kevinmagnussen.

y/nhulkenberg: bahrain you were beautiful

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kevinmagnussen: pretty girl

y/nhulkenberg: you ain't too bad yourself mr magnussen

nicohulkenberg: i hate this

nicohulkenberg: you are going to shorten my lifespan

y/nhulkenberg: and driving f1 cars doesn't already do that?

user7: i think nico is just going to have to sit back and let it happen

user8: i love you nico but please let y/n and kevin hang out they are so fucking cute

y/nhulkenberg posted a story

written: amsterdam with lover boy

kevinmagnussen posted a story

y/nhulkenberg posted a story tagging nicohulkenberg and kevinmagnussen

written: see they don't hate each other. i promise.

kevinmagnussen posted a story

written: my girl

y/nhulkenberg posted a story

written: my boy

f1wags

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f1wags: y/n hulkenberg has arrived in the paddock but not with her brother. she arrived accompanied by kevin magnussen, the pair have been pictured holding hands in the paddock and honestly i love them

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user9: i wish i could have seen nico's face when they told him that they were together

user10: they are so fucking cute i love them

user11: the lore behind this couple make them the best couple on the grid

y/nhulkenberg

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tagged: kevinmagnussen

y/nhulkenberg: turns out i am playing favourites this season.

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kevinmagnussen: your brother is going to kill me for that caption

y/nhulkenberg: it's worth it

nicohulkenberg: hmmm....

y/nhulkenberg: you love him really, stop being cryptic

alexandrasaintmleux: the cutest

y/nhulkenberg: love you alex

user12: so obsessed with them

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