#sergio perez x gn!reader

[lokideservesahug]

Obsessed In Love II

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Pairing: Yandere! Checo Pérez x gn!reader

Warnings: Dark themes, yandere, hints to drugging, kidnapping, suggestive, badly translated Spanish (sorry)

Notes: You asked for a part 2 so I had to deliver... And just imagine both Checo and the reader live in the same country as the race because that's one if the only ways that the start will make sense. Also I'm working on a Mark Webber request so hopefully that will be out at some point!

Summary: What happens when you wake up in a random bed with no recollection of the day before. You just accept it because nothing weird could have happened...right?

Part 1

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You wake up with a huge headache and in an unfamiliar place. Well not wholly unfamiliar, the top of the bedpost looks slightly familiar. You give it some thought and realise that Checo has a similar bed if not the same one. Not that you keep track of Checo's bed or anything... You had seen Checo's bedroom in the occasional Red Bull mandated video call here and there but that was about it. Despite your close relationship on track, that was it. A truly professional work relationship that unfortunately didn't extend to many outside of work hours or walls (as much as Checo had tried to invite the whole team out just to see you there). You feel very grogy waking up and can't remember much of the end of the previous day. After you finished filming the video, your memory becomes cloudy.

You groan and stop yourself from trying to remember too much of yesterday else it will give you a headache. You go to get out of bed, still not fully processing the fact that you werent in your own room only to find you were caged in by something heavy lying around your waist. Your eyes widen. Oh no... you weren't alone. You curse at your foolishness of not realising that of course you'd be with someone else if you were in a foreign room. You lift the person's arm up (damn they had nice muscles) and turn on your side to see if you recognised the person beside you. The last thing you'd have ever expected dthough was to see your boss. Sergio Pérez. "Oh sh-" He groans slightly at your disturbance of the peace and sleepily adjusts himself so he's lying with one leg draped over you, face buried in the side of your chest.

At his sudden change in scenery, he begins to wake up. You wait with baited breath to see his reaction and as his sleep drowsed eyes meet yours, you swear you see a small smile flash across his lips before he sports a similar shocked face to your current one. He rubs his eyes and sits up and as he repositions, you note that his leg is still touching yours. He smirks and begins to speak in an odd attractive, rapsy morning voice (gosh you shouldn't be having these thoughts) "Not that I don't want you in my bed but what are you doing here querida?" You shake your head and shrug.

"I-I don't know..." You try and cast your mind back to last night when your predicament finally settles. You. Your boss. Alone. In his bed. You gasp. "You don't think we...?" His eyebrows raise at your suggestion. You avoid his eyes and feel the flutter of your heartbeat at the thought. You'd always had a thing for him (not that you'd even admit it to yourself). He shakes his head. "I hope not." You feel yourself frown and physically deflate at his words. You can't help it. "Wait no, querida I don't mean it like that..." You turn and face him and raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "It's just- well. Never mind." He looks down almost embarrassed and you scoot closer to him. "Go ahead. I won't judge." He meets your eyes again and smiles softly. "Please forgive me if I'm being to forward but I just feel like a moment like that would be magical and I just wouldn't want to forget that."

You're left speechless at his words and feel your cheeks warm. You identity your mouth to say something but he cuts across you. "You don't need to say anything I just wanted to get that off my chest." You nod and smile at him. "Now what kind of a host would I be if I didn't make breakfast for you?" You laugh softly at his words and tilt your head in amusement. His smile widens at your clear enjoyment if his words and so he continues. "You stay here Querida and I'll go and make some breakfast for us." He leaves the room, closing the door with a gentle click. You stretch out and enjoy the feeling if his soft bedding (that smells exactly like his cologne that you've noticed often in your time working for him) whilst you look around at his room, taking in all of the new sights.

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Checo made a wonderful breakfast and after he beconed you to the dining room, you lost track of time just talking. So much so that when you look at the time, you realise that you need to arrive at red bull hospitality in less than an hour. "Shit." You curse your luck as you look down at your clothes still from yesterday. Checo raises his eyebrows at your profanity and you explain to him. "I need to go and get changed for FP1 and I think my house is too far away!" You scramble out of the chair and through the doorframe you went through as you came downstairs.

You don't when clock Checo's distant calls until hes right behind you as you bend down to put your shoes on. "Cariño, there's no use. You won't make it on time." You hang your head in shame and finally accept what you refused to moments ago. "However, I do have some clothes lying around that I'm sure would fit you and you could wear to work!" You meet his eyes and cast him a grateful look.

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Checo end up giving you an entire set of new clothes after you shower and wash your body (as per his instructions). In your still stresses haze, you don't question why he has clothes lying around his house that really do fit you well. You're impressed that he gives you an entire outfit. Well bar a shirt but he says that you'd be fine just to wear one of his red bull shirts. You put on the Red Bull shirt (unsurprisingly his own merch with a little SP11 over the right breast) and you try and style the slightly baggy shirt. When you exit his bedroom where he let you change, you fail to notice the hungry pair of eyes or the ravenous,possessive gaze that comes with them.

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Checo was kind enough to drive you and when you eventually reach the doors of Red Bull hospitality, you're on time to the minute. You ignore the suspicious glances that everyone is casting the both of you for arriving together and you head to your office to get the schedule for today.

You walk back out to the foyer and are greeted by Max. You smile and wave at him, exchanging a few pleasantries as your eyes scan the room and doorways for Checo. You find him in the adjacent room and as Max's on assistant comes to tech him, you walk over to Checo. He's hunched over his phone with a prominent scowl on his face. "Are you ready to go to your driver's room?" You ask the Mexican. He perks up at your words and nods as he walks off to get changed.

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FP1 goes by with next to no issues. There is a good variety of cars performing well at the track and unsurprisingly, both the red bulls have good pace. You sit down. You've been feeling a bit dizzy all throughout the day and can't help but have a small inkling in the back of your mind that this isn't the first time this has happened today. By the time both Free Practise sessions and all team meetings have ended, you go to see Checo in his driver's room. You knock gently on the door and wait.

The door opens with a soft click. "Hello querida. Come in." He gestures you inside and you take a seat at one end of the sofa. You continue to talk. You find yourself caught up in a large rant with Checo not responding to anything. You turn to look at him only to notice his eyes firmly set on you. "What? Is something wrong?" He just shakes his head and you watch as his eyes give you a quick glance up and down. Suddenly, you become hyperaware of your close proximity and before you can give it any more thoughts, your lips meet with his.

You whine softly at the contact and thread you hand into his hair. He puts a hand gently on your waist as you pull apart for air. You look into us eyes and can't help but blush at what just happened despite where you found yourself this morning. He places his hand gently under your jaw and tilts your head back up. You meet his dilated pupils and he jumps straight back in to a much more passionate kiss this time filled with more tongue. The two if you fight for dominance with your mouths but in the end it is him that wins and the two of you continue to kiss until you feel a slight thrombin in your head. You pull back and smile at the man. "Sorry. I've just been having the worst headache all day." He nods sympathetically. "I get it cariño. You You rest for a bit and I'll wake you once I've finished the right up for today and we can go home. You forget about your surroundings as you lean your head tentatively against his shoulder. You see him pick up his laptop on the side table and continue to type. As you drift out of consciousness you swear you can hear a low mumble of what appears to be "Eres toda mía ahora, ¿no?" Followed by a small kiss to the forehead.

You're all mine now, aren't you?

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You stir softly later in the evening when the moon is still high in the sky and the light of the stars shiens through the small crack in the curtains. A part in the back of your mind begins to worry as you're not in your own bed once again but you're

put at ease when you hear the distant voice of Checo in the distance. You Don even try and pay attention to his conversation, clearly in Spanish, and waltz right back into the open arms of slumber waiting to be woken again hopefully with your newfound lover by your side.

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Checo whispers in loud, harsh Spanish to the person on the other end of the phone.

"No, no me importan las consecuencias... Sí, lo entiendo... Pero ahora son míos, eso es lo único que importa... No, no escaparán, estoy seguro de que puedo mantenerlos aquí para siempre. .. Oh, encontraré una manera. No te preocupes."

No I don't care about the consequences... Yes I get that... But they're mine now that's all that matters... No they won't escape, I'm sure I can keep them here forever... Oh I'll find a way. Don't you worry.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

YOU — Checo Perez x GN!reader

Word count — 2.4k

Warnings — angst, slight manipulation, Dark!checo, possessive checo, major-ish injuries to Lewis.

A lot of this is supposed to be italics but I gave on fixing it. I don’t know why tumblr won’t leave it when I transferred it from docs.

@pasteljesse @isurvived3-11andimproud @selfishpresley

The bell above the bookstore door chimed, its delicate ring piercing the heavy silence of the room. You looked up from your spot at the counter, offering your usual soft smile to the figure stepping inside. Sergio Pérez—Checo, as everyone called him—flashed you his signature grin, one that made your heart skip a beat no matter how many times you saw it.

“Back again?” you teased lightly, your voice warm and inviting.

“Couldn’t resist,” Checo replied, his tone smooth. He wandered toward the shelves as if his visits were casual, but they were anything but.

To Checo, this wasn’t just a bookstore—it was your bookstore, the place where he felt closest to you. You, with your kind words and easy laughter, had unknowingly pulled him into a world he couldn’t leave. A world he didn’t want to leave.

He moved with purpose, pretending to browse but always keeping you in his peripheral vision. Today, the store was empty, just the two of you. It was perfect.

“Busy day?” he asked, his voice carrying across the quiet room.

You shook your head, leaning on the counter. “Not really. It’s been nice, though. Peaceful.”

Checo’s smile widened. He liked that word—peaceful. It was how he felt when he was near you, even though his thoughts were anything but calm.

As you chatted, his mind drifted. The memory of seeing you with Lewis the other day resurfaced, igniting a wave of possessive anger. Lewis Hamilton, with his arm casually slung around your shoulders, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered something that made you laugh.

Checo’s jaw tightened at the thought. Lewis didn’t deserve you. None of them did. Carlos, Charles, even Lando—they all circled you like moths to a flame, but they didn’t see you the way Checo did.

You glanced up, catching the dark look that flickered across Checo’s face. “You okay?”

He quickly composed himself, smiling again. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

You didn’t press further, trusting him without question. That trust made Checo’s obsession deepen. You were too kind, too open, too vulnerable. It was why he needed to protect you—from Lewis, from the others, from anyone who might take you away from him.

And if protecting you meant removing a few obstacles, so be it.

Checo lingered longer than usual, asking questions about the books you were reading, the little plants you kept by the windowsill, the café you mentioned wanting to try. He wanted to keep you talking, wanted to carve out this quiet moment where no one else could intrude.

But as you spoke, his eyes wandered to the ring of your keys lying on the counter. Hanging from the ring was a small charm—a sleek, silver “L.” It twisted in the light, taunting him, reminding him of him.

Lewis.

Checo’s chest tightened, his smile fading for just a second too long. You didn’t notice, but Checo did. He was always so careful to hide his emotions when he was with you, to maintain the perfect facade.

Lewis was an obstacle. A loud, arrogant, perfect obstacle that Checo hated with every fiber of his being.

It wasn’t fair. Lewis didn’t deserve you, not with the way he flaunted you like a trophy at every event. Checo had seen how other drivers talked about you, their eyes lingering when Lewis wasn’t looking. Did Lewis care? No. He only cared about his image. About winning.

Checo’s fists clenched as he leaned casually against the counter. “So, how’s Lewis?” he asked, feigning politeness.

You brightened at the mention of him, and it made Checo’s blood boil. “He’s good! Busy, as always. He’s got this charity gala coming up, so he’s been stressed about organizing everything.”

Checo nodded, pretending to listen. Inside, his mind churned. Lewis didn’t even have time for you. He left you alone too often, made you wait for scraps of attention while he gallivanted around the world. Checo wouldn’t do that to you. He’d never leave you waiting.

“I guess that’s just part of dating someone like him, huh?” Checo said, his tone light but loaded.

You tilted your head, catching the edge in his voice. “What do you mean?”

Checo shrugged. “Nothing. Just that he’s got a lot on his plate. It must be hard for you sometimes.”

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped. The door chimed again, and a customer stepped in, interrupting the moment. Checo smiled politely but cursed inwardly.

Later, as he walked to his car, his mind spiraled. The sight of you smiling so brightly for Lewis gnawed at him, and a plan began to take shape.

That night, Checo did what he had done many times before. He waited, parked down the street from your building, watching as the lights in your apartment turned off one by one. His phone buzzed in his pocket—an invitation to Lewis’s gala. He had almost forgotten about it.

Perfect.

Lewis wouldn’t see him coming. Checo had spent months gathering information, learning every crack in Lewis’s image. He’d seen things that others overlooked, heard whispers that Lewis thought were buried. The gala would be the perfect opportunity to put his plan into motion.

Checo smirked to himself. By the time the night was over, Lewis Hamilton would be out of your life for good.

The gala buzzed with activity, every detail meticulously planned to match Lewis’s perfect image. Checo blended seamlessly into the crowd, a polished mask of charm hiding the storm beneath. He moved with purpose, scanning the room for his target.

Lewis stood near the stage, surrounded by sponsors and journalists. His arm rested lazily on the back of a chair, his smile confident and practiced. But Checo saw through it. He saw the cracks—Lewis’s arrogance, his selfishness.

You deserve better.

Checo approached casually, a glass of champagne in hand. “Lewis,” he greeted with a grin that barely reached his eyes.

Lewis turned, his expression shifting to polite indifference. “Checo. Didn’t think this was your kind of event.”

Checo laughed lightly. “What can I say? I like to support my friends.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

Lewis raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He gestured for Checo to join him, making small talk about the season, the team, the media. Checo played along, waiting for the perfect moment.

It came when Lewis excused himself, heading toward the private lounge in the back. Checo followed, his heart pounding but his mind sharp and focused.

Inside the lounge, Lewis poured himself a drink, oblivious to the shadow that trailed him. Checo closed the door softly behind him, locking it with a quiet click.

“Something on your mind, Checo?” Lewis asked without turning around, his voice dripping with casual arrogance.

Checo stepped closer, setting his glass down on the table. “Actually, yeah. There is.”

Lewis finally turned, his brow furrowed. “What’s this about?”

Checo’s smile was cold, his usual charm stripped away. “You don’t deserve them. You don’t even see how incredible they are. All you care about is your image, your career.”

Lewis’s confusion shifted to annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t love them the way I do,” Checo continued, his voice low and steady. “You take them for granted, leave them waiting while you play the hero.”

Lewis scoffed, stepping forward. “This is insane. Are you seriously jealous? Grow up, Checo.”

The dismissive tone snapped something inside Checo. In one swift motion, he grabbed the heavy crystal decanter from the table and swung it with precision. The impact was sickeningly loud, and Lewis crumpled to the floor, the glass shattering around him.

Checo stood over him, chest heaving as he looked down at the man who had been in his way for far too long. The room was silent except for the faint hum of music from the gala outside.

He crouched down, his voice soft and almost tender. “You didn’t deserve them, Lewis. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of them now.”

Satisfied, Checo worked quickly, wiping the scene clean and slipping out unnoticed. The gala continued as if nothing had happened, and Checo blended back into the crowd, his heart steady, his mask firmly in place.

The next day the news spread like wildfire—Lewis Hamilton had been found unconscious at his own gala, hospitalized with a severe head injury. The media speculated endlessly, reporters camping outside the hospital, while fans flooded social media with their concerns.

You were a wreck.

When the initial report broke, you couldn’t focus on anything, pacing the bookstore until your legs ached. Your hands trembled as you tried calling Lewis, but it went straight to voicemail. You barely slept that night, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots.

Checo arrived the next morning, as he always did, but this time, he found you sitting behind the counter, pale and tearful. His heart leapt at the sight of you—so vulnerable, so in need of him.

“Y/N,” he called softly, his voice filled with concern.

You looked up, and the moment you saw his familiar face, the dam broke. Tears spilled over as you covered your face with your hands.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” you stammered, your voice cracking. “I can’t get through to him. No one’s telling me anything.”

Checo rounded the counter without hesitation, kneeling beside you. His hands rested gently on your knees, grounding you. “Hey, hey,” he murmured. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

You looked at him through blurry eyes, your breathing ragged. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if—”

Checo shook his head firmly, his grip on your knees tightening just slightly. “Don’t think like that. He’s strong, Y/N. He’ll pull through.”

Even as he said it, his words felt hollow. Deep down, he didn’t care if Lewis woke up or not. The important thing was you, the way you clung to him now, trusting him completely.

“I feel so useless,” you whispered, wiping at your cheeks. “I wasn’t even there when it happened. I should’ve been with him.”

Checo’s heart twisted—not in guilt, but in the realization of how deeply you cared for someone so unworthy. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You can’t blame yourself for this. None of this is your fault.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching. “Thank you, Checo. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hearing those words made his chest swell with pride. He’d waited so long for this moment, for you to rely on him completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, letting the steady beat of his heart calm you. For the first time since the news broke, you felt a sliver of comfort.

Checo pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering. This is where you belong, he thought. With me. Only me.

And he would make sure it stayed that way.

Checo’s arms tightened around you just slightly, as if shielding you from the world. His voice remained calm, soothing, like a steady current pulling you closer.

“You’ve been so strong through all of this,” he murmured. “Stronger than anyone else would’ve been in your position.”

You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head against his chest. “I don’t feel strong. I feel useless.”

Checo tilted his head down, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke. “That’s not true. You’ve been holding everything together, even when Lewis…” He paused, a slight tremor in his voice that you barely caught. “Even when he’s been… distracted.”

You pulled back slightly, your brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Checo hesitated, feigning reluctance, before sighing deeply. “It’s not my place to say. I just… I’ve seen how much you give, Y/N. How much you love him. But sometimes I wonder if he really appreciates it.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, doubt creeping into your mind. “What are you saying, Checo?”

He met your gaze, his expression soft and earnest, though his words were anything but. “I don’t want to upset you, but… I’ve seen Lewis at events. The way he talks to people. The way he… entertains attention from others.” His jaw tightened, as if the thought pained him. “I don’t think he realizes how lucky he is to have someone like you.”

You stared at him, the seed of doubt now firmly planted. “You think he doesn’t care?”

Checo shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m not saying that. But sometimes, people get so caught up in their own world that they forget to see what’s right in front of them.” He reached for your hand, holding it between his. “You deserve someone who puts you first. Always.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Someone who sees how incredible you are and never lets you feel like you’re not enough.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t just from sadness. They were from the gnawing ache of uncertainty, the crack Checo had so carefully widened.

“Checo, I… I don’t know what to think anymore,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just know that I’m here for you. Always.”

The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch. In that moment, Checo’s presence felt like a lifeline, grounding you amidst the chaos. You squeezed his hand, unaware of the triumph flickering behind his warm smile.

As the days passed, Checo continued to weave his subtle web. He offered to drive you to the hospital, bringing you coffee and snacks when you were too frazzled to think straight. He stayed late at the bookstore, keeping you company while you closed up. And each time you vented your fears, he listened, dropping little hints of doubt about Lewis while positioning himself as your unwavering support.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he’d say softly, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Piece by piece, he worked to shift your focus from Lewis to him, eroding the foundation of your relationship without you even realizing it.

To you, Checo was just being a good friend. But to Checo, every step brought him closer to his ultimate goal: making you his and his alone.

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

I've always wondered what if Sergio got caught after the ending somewhere down the line, this probably seem more for stories than headcanon but I just can't stop thinking about it (O_O)

What if Sergio gets caught? (Part One)

To be honest Anon, I've thought of it too! I considered this idea and even had an idea for a fic! Lots of angst/comfort. Navigating relationships with characters like Val when there's a huge secret looming over the two of you. It's been on the back burner, but if there's any interest I'll start working on it more!

But anyway, I had to write something, so here you go! A short little snippet was all I had time for right now. It hasn't been proofread, and I'll probably edit it again at some point. But I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Pairing: Sergio x GN!Reader (They/them)

Trigger Warnings: Some cussing

Summary: After a couple of years, you thought that you had left your Abuela's case behind you. But, your fairytale life with your husband came crashing down quite suddenly, on a regular Saturday evening.

Masterlist | Part two

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Your day started normally. With Sergio up obscenely early, even on a Saturday for crying out loud, greeting you with a smile when you finally decide to wake up.

You had nothing planned for the day. You took a walk around town, had lunch at a restaurant, met up with Chava and laughed as he and your husband bickered. Then you checked up on the horses, Sergio chatting with them as if they were human.

When you arrived home, Sergio had insisted on cooking dinner. You sat on the counter and kept him company. He chided you for distracting him when he let the water boil over. It was regular things that occurred in your everyday life. And you never thought about it ending anytime soon.

Just as the two of you were debating over what movie to watch - with Sergio insisting it didn't matter because he had other plans, but you were fixed on watching a movie - there was a knock at the door.

"It's probably Aurora coming to scold you for teaching Lucia that math cheat sheet." You said as Sergio stood up to answer it.

"I hope not. She is terrifying when she's angry." He replied. You scrolled through some more movie options, waiting for your husband to get the ass kicking of the year.

It never came, the only thing was Chief Perez talking to him as another officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs. You had hardly processed what was happening when you stood up, quickly approaching them.

What the hell was happening? You thought you had left it all behind you. You forgave him. You hid the evidence. There was no way it was happening. "Chief, what's going on?"

"Your husband is being arrested for the murder of your grandmother." He said, and gave you no further explanation. Not what evidence they had against him, nothing.

If Sergio was shocked, he did a better job than you at hiding it. His jaw was set tight, and he said nothing as his wrists were handcuffed behind him, and he was already being hauled out the door.

"Wait! Can't I talk to him first?" You pleaded. You weren't sure if begging at the Chief's feet was going to do anything, but hell, you were willing. If you had a chance at talking with him, you would be damned if you let the chance slip between your fingers.

"You'll have your chance once we're done with him." Chief Perez said, never meeting your eyes when he spoke. He acted as if you were below him, and it pissed you off to no end.

"What the hell do you even have on him?" You asked. The only evidence that you knew of was the footage you had, but that was the only copy that existed. "I swear if you're just bullshitting-"

"Hey," Sergio said, standing beside you, hushing you from tearing into the Chief any further. "It'll be okay."

His assurance did nothing to calm you until you looked at him. Though his smile seemed strained, the look in his eye told you everything. He was giving up.

"Please don't cry, cariño." He said gently. You hardly noticed you were crying, and you wiped your eyes. "We'll be fine, I promise."

"I hope we don't find anything against your partner either." The Chief said.

"They didn't know a thing." Sergio was quick to interject before you could even speak up. He was always so quick to protect you, and you wondered when you would be able to do the same for him.

He looked back at you, gave you a quick kiss. "I'll see you soon." You weren't sure if that was possible, but you chose to believe him anyway.

And just like that, he was brought out of your home, escorted into the backseat of a police car. The Chief hardly spared a glance at you when he walked out the door. "I hope you know," He said, "He's going away for a very long time." And then he left.

[lokideservesahug]

Obsessed In Love

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Pairing: Yandere!Checo Pérez x gn!reader

(Slight) Yuki Tsunoda x reader

Warnings: Yandre, obsession, dark themes ofc (all kinda subtle). Badly translated Spanish

Request: Could you do yandere! Checo Perez with male reader? 👀

Notes: I'm not quite sure how to approach male readers just yet so I tried to do a gn reader instead. Pls let me know if you want something different though. This is the first time I've tried tow rite anything like this so feedback is greatly appreciated. Also if anyone wants a second part then pls let me know

Summary: You were very happy with your job- personal assistant for Sergio Pérez. Yet unbeknownst to you, being Checo's personal assistant isn't enough for him.

Part 2

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You hadn't been at Red Bull Racing for long but from what you've experienced so far, it has been amazing. You came in at the start of the 2024 season as Sergio Pérez's personal assistant and its just great. All of the crew were lively and welcoming to you, especially Checo. You've been following F1 for a long time now (hence how you found out about the hardly advertised job opening) and have always admired Checo and his racecraft so it was a huge honour to work alongside him. Unsurprisingly, media days are the least strenuous for the drivers but the most difficult for the PR/media team and as someone who worked under the former but worked directly alongside a driver, you had a nice balance of stress.

You scan your paddock pass and at the familiar beeps, you start your trek to Red Bull hospitality. You decided to arrive here early today so you can get a head start on the weekend and so you can even hang around with those you don't often get time to, like the engineers etc. You walk over to your workspace and get our your ipad with the schedule for today. Looks like you'll be following Checo around from 10-12 whilst he does miscellaneous activities and jobs first thing. You check the clock next to you. 8:35. You still have a good hour and a quarter until you need to start worrying about your 'boss' coming in.

You dive into your work and begin checking emails and planning entirely for the next few races. You're engrossed in your work for what feels like hours when you hear a gentle knock on the door. "Come in." You say, whilst placing the ipad on the desk and standing up. "Oh! Checo, I must have lost track of time." You glance at the clock. 8:57. Oh, that's odd. "Good morning cariño" You smile at his warm greeting. "Morning Checo, it isn't like you to be this early. What's the occasion?" For a split second you could have sworn that he looked like he was about to protest your words but swiftly caught himself.

"I uh- just thought I'd get an early start." He gave you a half smile and you smiled at his words. "Well Mr early start, I don't think there's much to do. You'd probably be most helpful speaking to some mechanics about any further adjustments but aside from that. But you can do anything I suppose" You turn to look at him after you finish your pacing only to find him sat down on a seat in the corner of your 'office'. You go to ask him what he's doing but he leans backspace, crosses his legs and speaks before you can get any words out. The corner of his lips turn up at the tilt of his head. "What? I thought you said I could do anything?" His half sarcastic response leaves you speechless. "You won't even know I'm here querida. Unless you ask for help which I'll be happy to give." You feel your cheeks warm slightly at his words and sit down at your desk and continue as you were when he came in.

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Checo was really quite helpful and by the time you had finished all you planned for the morning and much more, it was 10 o'clock.

You tidy up the miscellaneous work that manged to scatter across your desk and turn to the Mexican stood to your side. "Thank you for your help." He smiles at your words and looks at the clock behind you. "No worry querida. Any time" You feel yourself blush slightly at his words and so you look down and step away from the desk. You point out the time and ask if you should begin your duties. "You go ahead cariño, I just need to do something." Not thinking much of his words (and assuming he probably had to tie his shoe laces or send a text) you leave the door, parting with a soft "See you in the foyer in a minute."

You sit down on a plush leather sofa by the door waiting for Sergio's return to do your first job of the day. Suddenly, the door quietly opens and you hear the distant shouts of fans and the ever moving ambience of a Formula 1 race track. You turn to look at the door, already knowing who the disruptor of your momentary peace is. "Morning Max." The Dutch man nods at you and walks in your direction to place a clearly empty red bull can in the bin.

He sits down to your left and stretches out. "So, what media duties do you have today?" Max hums in thought and furrows his brows at your question. "Uhm- I think I have to film one of those what's in the box videos and then some looking at the car, meeting a few fans and then the video with Checo at the end of the day." You hum in acknowledgement at Max's words. The Red Bull YouTube video at the end of the day should be quite nice. Unsurprisingly, it features him and Checo but also Daniel and Yuki. You continue chatting, waiting for Checo until the Mexican comes through the door. You stand to greet Checo and begin walking out if the door to begin your day. He smiles at your greetings and unbeknownst to you, gives Max a harsh glare at the proximity of the two of you when he first entered.

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The day seemed to breeze by and by the time it came to the last media duty, you were shocked at how late it already was. You stand to the side under a canopy, watching as the RB (both Red Bull and VCARB) drivers mess around with each other. The sight of Checo and Max having a small, futile squabble over who gets to drive however, makes you laugh softly. You turn to look at the other drivers as Checo (not that you know) turns to give you a longing glance for the millionth time today. The cameraman calls for a small break before the next segment if the video will be filmed and the drivers all let out a collective sigh of relief.

You walk to the corner of the gazebo and fetch a chilled red bull from the cooler box for Checo. You wait at the edge of the canopy, still in the shade, for Checo to give the now slightly warmer drink to him. However instead if the regular presence of a certain Pérez to your side, you instead find a short Japanese man. "Hi Yuki." The pilot grins at your words and waves slightly. "Hello Y/N, how are you today?" You continue to exchange pleasantries with the man ; you've become more acquainted recently due to him often approaching you and staying for long chats.

"So how is tha-" Yuki doenst get to finish that thought as a gruff sounding Checo cuts across him, saying your name. You turn to him and give him a small smile whilst sticking your red bull filled hand out. "Sorry it's slightly warm, I got it out a little bit ago when you stopped filming." You look from the thawed ice in the shape of your fingers to Checo's face only to find his lips pulled together in a tight line and was he glaring at something? Before you can ask what's wrong, he meets your eyes and his gaze softens.

"Thank you querida." The cameraman calls to the drivers to return to in front of the lens. Checo lingers for as long as he can at your side until you have to jokingly nudge him in the direction of the camera before he leaves with a breathy laugh.

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Despite your early arrival, you get back to your office fairly late. You're one of the last people left in the red bull hospitality (aside from a few mechanics of course but they are just all superhuman). You just want to get home and collapse in your bed by the time you push your office door open but fortunately, you know that you just need to grab a few things and you'll be done for the day.

You place the ipad in the overnight charging dock (a clever little timed thing as to not waste excess energy) and grab your handbag from the floor where it lies. But your gaze catches on a red bull in the middle of the desk. Now it's not surprising in the slightest to see cans everywhere when you work for the big Asutrain company. However, this can is unlike one you've ever seen before. It's almost, glittery? You're curious as to what it is and of course where it came from.

Yet you chalk it up to it maybe being a very nice staff member or maybe even someone that has noticed you in the paddock (a certain Japanese man comes to mind before your mind shoos that away). However, you decide to try a bit of the drink. Heck you'll need at least some caffeine to make it home. You hear the ever satisfying crunch of the ring pull and when you put it to your lips it tastes divine. You almost moan at the sensation of a rich, almost Berry like taste, unlike anything you've ever tried before. You feel like you need to sit down to fully appreciate the flavour.

Wait. No. You feel like you need to sit down regardless. You feel a slight pressure in your head that you convince yourself that you're just imagining. You take another sip of the drink to try and subside the feeling. You place the half full can on your desk and go to walk rewards the door. But the door begins to look slightly fuzzy. Before you even try to make sense of what's happening, you suddenly feel yourself begin to grow weightless and fall backward.

You expect to hear a thump and be met with the hard, carpeted floor. However, you instead find yourself met with something warm and soft. Your mind , which is growing ever hazier, tries to make your head look up but you find yourself frozen, unable to move. At your attempts at mobility your hear a quiet "shhh." You groan in response trying to understand who the person (cradling you?) Is. "Shhh querida. You're safe with me. Just relax." And that's all it takes for you to drift into unconsciousness.

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Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a second part!

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Worthy

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Pairing: Sergio "Checo" Pérez x reader

Warnings: One innuendo? Reader doesn't have a gender but Checo and reader are married!

Notes: Tried to force myself to write this (during a writer's block with no motivation...yay!!!) Also I wrote this quite a while ago but changed it sligjtly so it took place more recently But it is based on this request :)

Summary: The second Red Bull seat had been a hot topic of conversation for "Silly Season" but when Checo resigns, what do the public think? Or more importantly what does Checo think to the response?

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You stir slightly feeling much colder than usual. How unusual. You try and nuzzle into the figure to you side only to find him in an odd position. You crack open an eye. Checo is sat next to you, features illuminated by his phone screen. You glance to the side to see the time projected on the wall. 2:34 AM. You huff I frustration. Sergio said he'd get to sleep at a usual time yet here he was, yet again, scrolling through the entered at unreasonable times.

You grumble at your husband, catching his attention. He pulls his eyes away from the screen for what looks to be, the first time in a while. "Morning mi amor." You groan, reminded of just how unreasonable the time is. You sit up slightly in order to adress him. "What are you doing this early?" You stare at him, scrutinising his response. You're fairly certain you already know the awnser but you want to see if he'll admit it to you and himself.

"I was just- uh.... Just looking at some things online." You raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What kinds of things?" He gulps and his eyes flicker down to his phone once again. "You know just fantom things, I fell down a rabbit hole earlier and am now watching parrot videos." You slowly move towards him, speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone to try and put him at ease. "Oh really? How interesting!" You move ever closer, tapping the bedside lamp so it's on its lowest setting, until you are left face to face with your husband. You halt, left hovering over his hips and you remain there, drinking in his state below you (that if it was an other situation, you'd do something completely different with him).

Until you pounce, grabbing his phone our of his hands, desperate to see what exactly he was looking at. You bolt up and out of the bed, squinting your eyes at the bright screen, trying to make out what it says. You ignore the distant pained crys if your husband and scroll, looking at more tweets. You turn to him and tilt yoir head.

Now with what many would call sub-par performances by Checo recently, people were starting to become more rowdy and opinionated online. There was a sudden cacophony of disbelief that Checo's contract was resigned especially after the most recent race in Austria. The criticism of your husband's contract renewal ran rampant when I was first announced but even now, hate had tenfold. Many believing that any other driver would be better fit or better deserving for the seat. You sigh in both disbelief and worry.

"Mi vida, it isn't isn't it looks like." You nearly laugh at his obvious lie. "Is it not? Because it looks like you're going against what we agreed and surrounding yourself with all of the hate people are giving you about driving. But please, tell me what it actually is." He looks down, unable to meet your eyes. That tells you all you need to know as you delete the tab on the phone and close it with a soft click.

"Darling, I am worried for you. You'll too early let all of those words get to your head and the last thing you need or deserve is you thinking that everyone thinks poorly of you." You cup the side of Checo's face and he nuzzled into your hand. "I know. But... Just what if they are right." You scoff. "Don't you dare say that. Most of those people have never even touched a go-kart in their life, let alone been behind the wheel of a Formula 1 car. You shouldn't let them project their own insecurities onto you. I mean look, not even Max has won every race this season, people need to realise that this is a completely different season from last yer and your still on hell of a driver."

Checo smiles. But it wavers as he goes to speak. "But Christian-" You cut across him. "Christian said something that was to encourage you, not criticise you. And team principals should learn how to hold their mouth anyways. Goodness knows speaking isn't doing Williams any good. But Checo it doesn't matter what anyone says, at the end of the day, you are giving stellar performances and most people are just jealous of you. You are the driver that they decided to resign for the red bull seat. Not Daniel, not Yuki, not Carlos, You. That was for a reason. You are truly amazing as a driver and as a man."

Checi formally meets your eyes once more and you see in the small illumination of the bedside table, them grow glassy. He smiles at you and leans forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. He speaks quietly, bouce breaking in the middle. "Thank you mi vida, I love you so much." You just smile softly at him and bring him into a tender embrace.

And the two of you know that no matter matter happens or what people say, you have each other. And that's good enough for Checo.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

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Could you do yandere! Checo Perez with male reader? 👀

So I gave it a try, ngl it's all new territory (yandere and non female readers) and I'm not sure how to write a male reader just yet so I tried a gn reader but pls let me know if that's not what you want. Al

But here it is!

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I really love the fic of yandere! Checo💗

I need a second part

Hi! Here it is and I hope you like it :)