#yuki tsunoda x reader

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | pranking the parents

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : when you prank your boyfriend’s parents or sibling, he plays along a little too well...will they take your side?

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1350

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : writing lando's literally took me out im cackling cus its too funny 😂

ʚ・lando norris

you were sitting at the kitchen island, chatting with cisca while lando hovered nearby, scrolling on his phone.

“lando,” you called sweetly, “can you grab my drink from the counter?”

without looking up, he shrugged lazily.

“why don’t you get it yourself?”

silence.

deadly silence.

cisca, mid-sentence, stopped cold.

slowly, she turned her head toward lando, one eyebrow arching in immediate disapproval.

“i know you did not just say that to y/n.”

lando froze. his fingers twitched around his phone, his body suddenly hyper-aware of the way his mother’s gaze was boring into his soul.

he tried to play it cool, but cisca was already leaning forward, resting her elbows on the counter, her expression unimpressed and ready for war.

“you think because you drive fast cars, you can have a bad attitude?” she asked, voice dangerously calm.

lando gulped.

cisca wasn’t done.

“i don’t care if you’re a big f1 star,” she continued, voice steadily rising. “i raised you better than to be rude to your partner. you think i’d ever let your dad speak to me like that? hah!���

you had to bite your lip to hold back laughter.

cisca kept going, hands now firmly on her hips, leaning in like she was about to hand out a full-blown life lesson.

“i don’t care if you’re tired, i don’t care if you’ve won a race, and i definitely don’t care if you think you’re funny. you do not talk to y/n like that. get. your. ass. up. and. get. the. drink.”

lando, completely defeated, shot up so fast his chair nearly toppled over.

“yes, mum. right away, mum.”

you finally lost it, bursting into laughter as lando sprinted to the counter like his life depended on it.

cisca simply shook her head, sipping her tea. “honestly, y/n, if you ever get tired of him, just let me know. we’ll replace him.”

lando returned, setting your drink down in front of you with the most exaggerated care.

you smirked. “thanks, babe.”

lando shot you a pointed glare, mouthing, “i hate you for making me agree to doing this.”

cisca smacked the back of his head.

“be grateful.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

the three of you were seated at the dining table, nicole chatting animatedly about something while oscar focused on his plate.

you decided it was the perfect time to strike.

“oscar, can you pass me the salt?” you asked casually.

without even looking up, he muttered—

“get it yourself.”

silence.

nicole immediately froze mid-bite, fork hovering in the air.

you could practically feel the temperature drop as she slowly turned her head toward her son.

“excuse me? oscar jack piastri, you better try that again.”

oscar, still trying to play it cool, swallowed his food like he didn’t have a death sentence hanging over him.

“it’s not that seri—”

nicole’s fork clanked against her plate.

you almost lost it right there, watching oscar’s usually calm, unbothered demeanor slowly crumble under his mother’s unimpressed glare.

before she could unleash a full mum-lecture, you burst out laughing.

“it’s a prank!” you admitted, giggling as oscar let out a breath of relief.

nicole sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

“you two are insufferable.”

you wiped a tear from your eye, still laughing. “but did you see his face?”

oscar rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. “yeah, yeah. ha ha. so funny.”

nicole, however, wasn’t done.

she turned to you, completely serious. “y/n, let me know if he ever does that for real—i’ll handle him.”

oscar choked on his drink. “mum—”

nicole raised an eyebrow. “you think i’m joking?”

you smirked, reaching for oscar’s hand. “i feel so protected.”

oscar groaned, covering his face.

he was never going to live this down.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

spending time with kimi’s family was always a wholesome experience—his mom, elisabetta, was warm and welcoming, and his little sister, maggie, was full of sass and always ready to call kimi out on his nonsense.

which is exactly why this prank was going to be golden.

the three of you were lounging in the living room, casually chatting while kimi scrolled through his phone, half-listening to the conversation.

you decided it was time.

“kimi, can you grab me some water?” you asked sweetly.

without looking up, he shrugged lazily.

“why don’t you do it yourself?”

instant regret.

maggie’s sharp gasp was immediate, and before kimi could react, she smacked his arm.

“kimi! that’s so rude! apologize right now!”

elisabetta, who had been calmly sipping her tea, slowly lowered her cup and turned to her son with a deadpan expression.

kimi blinked. “relax, i was joking—”

“joking? joking?!” elisabetta suddenly switched to full italian mom mode.

“ma che diavolo ti prende, kimi?! (what the hell is wrong with you, kimi?!)"

kimi winced. “mamma—”

“no, no, no! ti ho cresciuto meglio di così! (i raised you better than this!)”

maggie, shaking her head in pure disappointment, huffed. “i swear, i have to do everything,” she grumbled, already marching to the kitchen to get the water herself.

at this point, you were crying with laughter, clutching your stomach as kimi sat there getting absolutely destroyed in two languages.

finally, he gave up, rubbing his face in defeat.

“it was a prank...” he muttered, sighing dramatically.

elisabetta narrowed her eyes.

maggie returned with the water, setting it down in front of you with a proud smile.

“there you go, y/n. because i’m a decent human being.”

kimi groaned, burying his face in his hands. “i hate all of you.”

you smirked, taking a sip. “ah, refreshing.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

you were in the cereal aisle, reaching for a box on the top shelf, but it was just out of your grasp.

“babe,” you called sweetly, “can you grab that for me?”

ollie, without even hesitating, smirked and said, “nah, figure it out.”

silence.

his little sister’s jaw dropped.

she turned to him so fast, you swore you heard a whoosh.

“what did you just say to her?!”

ollie barely had time to react before she grabbed the nearest object—a pack of biscuits—and chucked it at him.

“ow—what the hell?!” ollie yelped, barely managing to dodge it.

she crossed her arms, glaring up at him like he had committed an actual crime.

“go get it before i tell mum you were being rude.”

ollie, still laughing but also fearing for his life, threw his hands up. “it was a prank, relax!”

his sister huffed, clearly unimpressed, before looking at you. “you don’t deserve this, y/n, you deserve someone better than my lazy brother, i think even i deserve a less lazy brother.”

ollie sighed, grabbing the cereal box and placing it in your hands.

“there, happy?”

his sister snatched the biscuits back off the floor. “no. i’m still telling mum.”

ollie groaned as you laughed, completely entertained.

this was definitely worth it.

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you were seated at a small corner table, enjoying your drinks, when you realized your phone was just out of reach.

“yuki,” you asked sweetly, “can you pass me my phone?”

yuki, barely looking up from his coffee, scoffed.

“what, you can’t reach?” (ironic right...)

instant. regret.

his mum immediately stopped mid-sip, slowly setting her teacup down with an audible clink.

the café noise seemed to fade into the background as she turned, her eyes narrowing.

“tsunoda yuki! nani yatteru no!?” ("what are you doing!?")

yuki froze.

his back straightened like he was about to receive a race penalty.

“kaa-san, it was a joke!” ("mom, it was a joke!")

she stared at him for one long, judging second before exhaling sharply, picking up her tea again.

“hmph. no dinner for you tonight.”

your laughter exploded out of you, nearly choking on your drink as yuki gaped.

“what?! no, wait—”

his mum casually sipped her tea, unfazed. “you want to be rude? then you can eat air.”

yuki turned to you in pure betrayal.

“look what you did,” he muttered, shoving your phone toward you.

you smirked, taking it. “thank you, babe.”

he huffed. “i hate this family.”

his mum simply shrugged. “i’ll see if i feel bad later.”

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[its-avalon-08]

helloo so apparently you’re back? i hope so, i really like ur work! are u taking requests for yuki? if not just ignore this but if u’re can u pls write a fic where he’s kind of neglecting reader because he’s focused in his home race and all the changes happening so reader almost breaks up with him but they ended up working it out?!

{ im back and thank you so much <3 ! I had something so similar in my drafts, so I posted this rally quickly, spelling mistakes might be there. enjoy }

Fading Into You (yt22)

✦ pairing - yuki tsunoda x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, fighting, happy ending

At first, it was just little things.

monday

Y/N woke up to an empty bed. Hmm, strange. That never happened before.

She stretched her arm across the sheets, feeling the cold side where Yuki should’ve been. He must’ve left early. Again.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be up before her during race weeks, but he always made a point to wake her—pressing a sleepy kiss to her temple, whispering a quiet "See you later, baby.” It was routine. Comforting.

But this morning, there was nothing.

She checked her phone. No message. No "Good morning" text. Just radio silence.

Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he forgot.

She shook it off but a part of her realised that this wasn't Yuki.

tuesday

He came home late. Again.

Y/N had been waiting, their usual dinner-for-two going cold on the table. She told herself she wouldn’t be upset. That he was working hard. That she understood.

But when the clock hit 11:30 PM and he finally walked through the door, she still felt that pang of disappointment.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, standing up. “I made dinner—”

“Uh I already ate so like.....”

The words were quick, dismissive. He didn’t even glance at the untouched plates on the table as he dropped his bag by the door and collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his eyes.

Y/N swallowed. “You could’ve told me y'know? So I wouldn't waste my time?.”

He sighed, finally looking at her. “God it's not a big deal. Sorry. It was just… a long day.”

And just like that, the conversation was over.

wednesday

Yuki had always been affectionate.

He kissed her absentmindedly when he passed her in the kitchen. Held her waist when they brushed shoulders in the hallway. Squeezed her hand when they watched TV.

But now?

The kisses had turned into quick pecks. The pecks had turned into nothing.

Y/N watched as he scrolled through his phone at the dining table, his untouched breakfast in front of him. She reached out, brushing her fingers against his for him to curl his fingers and intertwine them with hers.

He barely reacted.

“Yuki?”

“Hm?” His eyes didn’t leave the screen.

She hesitated, then sighed. “Nothing.”

She wondered if he even noticed how much had changed.

thursday

Y/N woke up to the sound of Yuki’s voice.

Still half-asleep, she smiled, expecting to hear him talking to her.

But when she blinked awake, she realized he was on the phone.

“…Yeah, I’ll be there at seven. Wait actually when will Max be there?” A pause. “No, let’s push that to later—actually, just text me, I’ll figure it out.”

He was standing by the window, his back turned to her. He hadn’t even noticed she was awake.

Y/N sat up slowly, the blanket pooling around her. “Yuki?”

“Y/N one sec I'm busy,” he mumbled, still on the phone.

Her stomach twisted.

Before, he would’ve ended the call just to kiss her good morning. Before, he would’ve at least acknowledged her.

Now, she wasn’t even sure if he realized she was there.

She laid back down, staring at the ceiling.

This felt different.

friday

She barely saw him.

He had left before she woke up, and by the time he came home, she was already in bed. She heard him moving around in the dark, pulling off his hoodie, plugging in his phone.

She wanted to say something.

Wanted to roll over, grab his wrist, and ask if he even missed her.

But she didn’t.

Because she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.

saturday

Y/N wasn’t even mad.

She was tired.

Tired of waiting. Tired of being an afterthought.

She had followed Yuki around the paddock all morning, feeling more like a lost assistant than his girlfriend. He barely spoke to her, barely looked at her, completely immersed in briefings and media obligations. She stayed close anyway, hoping—just once—that he’d turn around and reach for her hand, or check if she was keeping up.

He didn’t.

And then, just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, he left without her.

One minute, she was answering a question from a Red Bull staff member. The next, she turned around and his car was gone.

Gone.

What the actual fuck?

Like she wasn’t even there.

Like she didn’t exist.

She didn’t realize how frozen she was until she heard Max’s voice.

“Where’s Yuki?”

She turned to see Max and Kelly standing a few feet away, both watching her with concerned expressions.

“He left.” Her voice barely came out.

Kelly’s brows furrowed. “Without you?”

Y/N exhaled sharply, pushing her fingers through her hair. “Yeah.”

Max muttered something in Dutch under his breath before shaking his head. “Come on Y/N. We’re not leaving you here like some people.”

She didn’t argue. She let them lead her to Max’s car, let Kelly rub soft circles on her back, let the silence of the drive back sink into her bones. She saw Max and Kelly just co-exist so beautifully in the car, Max's hand on Kelly's pregnant belly, Kelly humming a soft tune and Max joining in. She missed it all with Yuki.

She had put up with the unread messages. The rushed conversations. The loss of affection. She had told herself to wait. That things would get better after the race.

But this?

Being forgotten?

That was the final straw.

Y/N wasn’t even shaking when she walked into their apartment. She thought she would be. Thought she would be angry, would be crying. But she wasn’t.

She was numb.

She locked the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and walked straight into the bedroom without bothering to check if Yuki was home.

Except—

He was.

Sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn’t spent the last hour being driven home by Max and Kelly because he forgot her.

Like she hadn’t felt the most humiliated she had ever been in their entire relationship.

Yuki barely looked up when she walked in. “Hey, you’re late,” he mumbled.

Y/N froze in the doorway, gripping the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“I’m late?” Her voice came out eerily calm, but she felt the storm brewing inside.

Yuki finally looked at her properly, brows furrowing. “Yeah. I thought you left before me?”

She laughed. A sharp, humorless sound. “You fucking thought?”

Yuki blinked. “What?”

She dropped her bag onto the floor. “You- you just left me there!”

His expression flickered. “Shit,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “I—fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

“You forgot me, Yuki.” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t let herself break. “I was standing there like an idiot, waiting for you, while you just—fucking left.”

“I—I wasn’t thinking, I was just caught up in—”

“You weren’t thinking because you don’t think about me anymore! That's just the truth. You don't care and I'm just a task now aren't I? ”

The words hit the air like a gunshot.

Yuki’s mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t.

Because he knew she was right.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “This whole week, Yuki. It wasn’t just today. I’ve been right here, watching you pull away from me like I don’t exist. Like I’m just… background noise in your life now.”

Yuki stood up suddenly, like he wanted to come closer, but she took a step back.

“Baby, no—”

“Don’t even try and "baby" me right now.” Her voice was sharp, a warning.

He swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“But you did Yuki. I don't really give a shit on if you meant it or not. This is not how you treat someone you love.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now, the numbness breaking apart, making way for all the emotions she had buried.

“Y/N—”

“You don’t kiss me anymore.” Her voice wavered. “You don’t talk to me. You don’t see me, Yuki.”

Yuki ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s not true.”

“Really?” Her eyes burned. “Then tell me the last time you asked me how my day was.”

Silence.

Yuki’s jaw clenched.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, pressing her fingers against her forehead. “I don’t know why I even waited this long. I kept telling myself that you’d remember me eventually. That after the race, you’d come back. But maybe… maybe you’re already gone.”

Yuki’s head snapped up. “No. No, don’t—”

“I can’t keep waiting for you, Yuki,” she whispered.

Panic flickered across his face. “Baby, please, don’t say that. I—I know I fucked up, but I can fix this—”

She turned away. “I’m sleeping in the guest room.”

Yuki stepped forward quickly, grabbing her wrist. “Y/N, please.”

She pulled away like his touch burned her. His heart shattered that very moment. The woman he loved didn't want his touch anymore.

For the first time, Yuki’s eyes glistened. “I’ll do better, I swear. Just—don’t walk away from me.”

Y/N met his gaze, and the heartbreak on her face killed him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me all week,” she said quietly. “You never did.”

She turned and walked away.

Yuki felt his chest cave in.

sunday

Yuki barely slept.

He spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, every single word Y/N had said playing on loop in his head.

He had done this.

He had pushed her so far away that now she was actually leaving.

And he couldn’t fucking breathe.

By the time he got to the paddock, his mind was only on her. Not the race. Not the pressure of performing in front of his home crowd.

He needed to find her.

But when he finally did, his stomach dropped.

She was standing near the Red Bull hospitality, talking to Kelly. Her arms were crossed, her shoulders tense. She looked—different. Done.

And Yuki broke.

He walked straight up to her, not caring who was watching, and grabbed her hands.

“Y/N.” His voice cracked.

She stiffened. “Yuki.”

He could see it in her eyes. She was already gone.

No, no, no.

“I’m sorry.” His voice came out hoarse. “I—fuck—I know I don’t deserve you after this week, I know I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend, I know—” His breath was shaking. “But please. Don’t leave me.”

She swallowed, her fingers twitching in his grip. “Yuki, I—”

Before she could finish, he dropped to his knees.

Right there, in the middle of the paddock, in front of everyone.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Yuki—”

“I love you.” His voice was desperate, raw. “I love you so much, and I forgot to show you that. I got so caught up in my own shit that I—I left you behind.” His hands were gripping hers tightly, like he was afraid she’d disappear. “But I seeyou now. And I can’t—I can’t lose you.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes.

People were watching. Journalists. Other drivers. Team members.

But Yuki didn’t care.

Let them see. Let them see how much he fucking loved her.

“I’ll prove it to you,” he whispered. “Every fucking day Y/N. Just—just give me another chance and I promise I will never let you feel like that again..”

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek.

Yuki reached up slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her. His fingers brushed her wrist. “Please, baby.”

Y/N exhaled shakily. “You hurt me, Yuki.”

His throat tightened. “I know.”

She hesitated, staring at him—at his wide, pleading eyes, at the way he was gripping onto her like she was the only thing keeping him upright.

She had spent the whole night convincing herself she was done. That she had nothing left to give.

But Yuki was right there.

Begging.

And despite everything, she still loved him. He was IT for her.

She sighed, dropping to her knees in front of him. “You have one chance, Tsunoda.”

Yuki’s breath hitched. “You mean—”

She nodded. “Don’t waste it.”

His arms wrapped around her instantly, burying his face in her shoulder as he let out a shaky breath. “I won’t,” he whispered. “I won’t.”

Y/N let herself sink into him, holding him just as tightly.

For the first time in weeks, Yuki finally felt whole again.

[f1girliefics]

Perfect Fit

Yuki Tsunoda x SlightlyTaller!Reader

Summary: Yuki Tsunoda never cared that you were taller. If anything, he adored it, always finding ways to remind you just how much he did.

Yuki had never cared about your height. 

If anything, he seemed to like it. 

The first time you had hesitated, unsure if he’d be bothered by the small yet noticeable difference, he had simply smirked and shrugged.

“So what? Makes it easier for me to look up at someone I like.”

That was Yuki. 

Unapologetically confident, effortlessly charming in his own way. 

And if you ever dared to mention it as anything other than a fact, he’d remind you just how much he liked it.

Like now, as you stood beside him in the garage, watching the mechanics fine-tune his car before a race weekend. 

You were leaning against the barrier, and Yuki, ever the tease, came up behind you, resting his chin against your shoulder.

“You know, this is actually a perfect height for me,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You glanced at him, raising a brow. “Oh? How so?”

His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you back slightly so you were pressed against him. “It means when I hug you, I fit just right,” he hummed, as if proving a point. “Also, you block the sun for me when we’re outside. Very convenient.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, tilting your head so your cheek brushed against his. “So I’m your personal shade now?”

“Among other things,” he said smoothly, before letting go just enough to turn you around. “But mostly, I just like looking up at you. Feels nice.”

He grinned, and you felt your heart squeeze at the warmth in his dark brown eyes. 

Yuki had always been a force of energy, of passion, of drive, but here, in these little moments, he was something else entirely—completely at ease with you.

And in the middle of a paddock filled with noise and chaos, it was enough to make everything else fade away.

A/N: As a way of celebration for Yuki-san's RedBull signing, I wrote this small piece. I do plan on writing more for Yuki in the future, drop your ideas for him in my inbox!

[brainddeadd]

Meeting the Grid

The first official F1 media day was always chaos, but today felt even more overwhelming. As Cadillac’s newest driver, all eyes were on you. Cameras flashed, reporters fired off questions, and the energy in the paddock was electric. You barely had time to breathe before being shuffled from one interview to the next.

And then—mercifully—you spotted a familiar face.

“About time you showed up,” Yuki Tsunoda smirked, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the AlphaTauri hospitality building.

Relief flooded through you as you jogged over, grinning. “Yuki! Still yelling at your engineers, or have you finally chilled out?”

“Depends if they piss me off,” he shot back, but his expression softened as he pulled you into a quick hug. “F3 feels like a lifetime ago, huh?”

“No kidding,” you said. Back then, you and Yuki had been teammates, racing wheel-to-wheel in some of the most intense battles of your junior career. He was one of the few people who truly understood how hard you’d fought to get here.

Before you could reminisce further, another voice interrupted. “Yuki’s got friends? Since when?”

You turned to see Lando Norris grinning at the two of you, eyes filled with mischief.

“I’m just as shocked as you are,” you teased, extending a hand. “Guess I should say hi properly, though. We’re going to be spending a lot of time on track together.”

Lando ignored the handshake and went straight for a dramatic hug instead, making Yuki roll his eyes. “Oh, I like you already,” Lando announced. “Anyone who gives Yuki shit is good in my book.”

You laughed, already knowing that with his energy, you and Lando were going to get along just fine.

After some more paddock introductions, you found yourself face to face with the man himself—Lewis Hamilton.

“Welcome to the grid,” he said warmly, shaking your hand. “It’s always great to see fresh talent coming in.”

You swallowed hard, knowing this was Lewis Hamilton—seven-time world champion, living legend, the guy who had inspired you to chase this dream in the first place.

“Thanks, Lewis,” you managed, feeling like a rookie all over again. “Means a lot coming from you.”

He smiled, sensing your nerves. “If you ever need anything—advice, help, even just someone to vent to—you know where to find me. This sport can be brutal, but it’s also incredible if you surround yourself with the right people.”

Something in his tone told you he meant it. It wasn’t just a polite offer—it was an open door.

“I’d really appreciate that,” you admitted. “Guess I’ve got a lot to learn.”

“We all do,” Lewis chuckled. “Now, let’s see what you can do out there.”

As the day wound down, you finally ran into Oscar Piastri.

Unlike the loud personalities of some of the others, Oscar had a quiet confidence about him. He didn’t talk just to talk—but when he did, you listened.

“You settling in alright?” he asked, hands tucked into his McLaren overalls.

“Trying to,” you admitted. “It’s a lot.”

He nodded knowingly. “Yeah, my rookie year was the same. Feels like everyone’s watching, waiting to see if you’ll sink or swim.”

“Exactly,” you sighed. “No pressure, right?”

He chuckled, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “No pressure at all.”

For a second, there was just silence between you—charged, but comfortable. You could tell already: you and Oscar were going to get along just fine. Maybe even too well.

And just like that, your place on the grid was starting to feel a little more real.

[folkwhoreberry]

Amongst Demigods

The Daughter Of… Who?

f1 x reader

or... the one where the unclaimed finds a home

word count : 2k

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

check masterlist for more parts of the series!!

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the days blurred together in a mess of chaos, laughter, and an undeniable tension that had settled between you and the boys over the past few weeks.

lando had become a near-constant presence, always finding some excuse to be around. you didn’t mind, of course - his easygoing nature made things less awkward, even though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more underneath his teasing. it was in the way he’d bump your shoulder with his, linger just a little too close when you were walking together, and smile at you in a way that made your heart race.

franco was quieter, but his presence was impossible to miss. it was like he didn’t need to say anything to make you feel comfortable, the two of you sharing moments where no words were necessary. there was something about him that made everything feel grounded, like you could breathe easier when he was around. he’d stand next to you, his hand brushing against yours accidentally, and you could see the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. it was subtle, but you felt it, and it was hard to ignore the warmth that spread through your chest every time he was near.

oscar was different. he didn’t hide the fact that he wanted to be close to you. he was always finding ways to be around, his arm slung casually around your shoulder or his hand resting on your knee when you sat together by the fire. you didn’t mind it, but it was hard to pretend that you didn’t notice the way he was always… there. it wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. but there was something about oscar that made your heart do weird flips when he smiled at you.

then there was daniel. he was louder, more playful, but it wasn’t just the joking that you noticed. there was something beneath his laughter, something a little more intense. he’d catch your eye across the camp, and his smile would soften just slightly. he was always the first to tease you, to make some offhand joke, but you could tell he was paying closer attention to you than anyone else. the way his hand would linger a little longer on your arm, the way his eyes would light up when you laughed at something he said - it was all starting to add up.

charles, though… charles had always been harder to read. he wasn’t as obvious as the others, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel the shift in his energy when you were alone together. he’d ask you about your day, about your thoughts, listening intently in a way that made your heart ache a little. his presence was calming, but you could tell he was holding back, like there was something he wasn’t quite ready to say yet.

——————

it was one night, gathered around the fire with everyone, when the conversation shifted toward your story. you hadn’t talked much about your past since arriving at camp, but you could feel the curiosity from the boys. they had been patient, but you knew they had questions.

“so, what’s your story, y/n?” daniel asked, his tone softer than usual. the others nodded, their eyes fixed on you as the fire crackled between you.

you sighed, looking down at your hands. “I don’t know much, honestly,” you began. “my human parent died when I was young. I don’t remember them.”

there was a pause, the boys exchanging glances, but no one interrupted. you continued, “my parents, one was mortal, the other… well, obviously one is a god. I don’t know if I’m the daughter of a god or goddess. I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage with a bracelet with my name on it, so I have no idea if my mortal parent is my mom or dad.”

lando was the first to speak, his voice careful. “have you ever thought… maybe you’re aphrodite’s daughter?”

you blinked, startled. “what?”

he shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, come on. the way everyone is drawn to you? it makes sense.”

the others didn’t argue, and you could feel the weight of their gazes on you, waiting for your reaction.

“well… maybe, I don’t know. I’m not going to dismiss any option.”

——————

the evening was warm, the fire crackling softly as it lit up the beach near the lake. everyone was there, lounging around in a loose circle - lando, charles, oscar, daniel, franco, george, lewis, carlos, lance, max, alex, ollie, kimi, yuki, and even a few others who had wandered over after training. the moon was casting a soft glow over the water, and the usual camp chatter filled the air as everyone relaxed after a long day.

you were sitting between franco and lando, feeling comfortable in the familiar company. oscar sat on the other side of lando, while charles and daniel were across the fire, their eyes occasionally drifting toward you, something unsaid hanging in the air between all of you. you’d grown used to the attention, even if you didn’t fully understand the depth of it.

george, leaning back against a log with a grin, decided to stir the pot once again. “you know, I’ve been thinking,” he started, catching everyone’s attention. “it still makes sense to me that y/n could be the daughter of aphrodite.”

you groaned inwardly, already feeling the heat rise to your face. “george…”

he waved you off, grinning wider. “no, seriously! I mean, look at you. you’ve got charles, lando, oscar, daniel, and franco trailing after you like lost puppies. wrapped around your pinky, really.”

you felt your patience wearing thin as george’s words hung in the air, met with a few chuckles from the group. oscar looked down at his hands, a small smirk playing on lando’s lips, while franco and charles exchanged quick glances. daniel laughed, but there was something more to his smile as he leaned back against the log behind him.

“george, that’s not - ” you started, but george interrupted, still laughing.

“oh, come on. you’ve got to admit it’s true. I mean, look at them. they’re practically fighting for your attention.”

you could feel the frustration bubbling up inside you, an uncomfortable pressure building in your chest. “george, seriously, stop.”

he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care, continuing to joke around. “maybe you should give them all a fair chance. I mean, who’s it gonna be, huh? lando? charles? oscar? maybe daniel or franco?”

and that was it. something inside you snapped. “george, shut up!” you nearly shouted, standing up as you glared at him, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. the anger coursing through you was hot and sudden, and you could feel your heart pounding in your ears.

everyone froze, the laughter dying instantly. there was a beat of silence, and then a collective gasp rose from the group.

“uh… y/n…” franco’s voice was hesitant, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

you blinked, your anger still simmering just beneath the surface. “what?” you snapped, still feeling the heat of the moment. but then you noticed the way everyone was looking at you, their eyes fixed just above your head.

“look,” lewis said softly, gesturing upward with his chin.

confused, you glanced up - and froze. above your head, shimmering in the night air like a dark, holographic crown, was the helm of darkness.

hades.

you’d been claimed by hades.

your breath caught in your throat as the realization hit you. everything seemed to click into place all at once - the mood swings, the way you’d always felt a pull toward the darker places at camp, your fondness for quiet, shadowy corners, and the flashes of anger that would come out of nowhere. it all made sense now. hades. your father.

“holy shit,” you whispered, taking a shaky step back. your heart was pounding for a different reason now, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest - shock, relief, even a strange sense of pride. finally. finally, you had a parent who claimed you. no more uncertainty, no more wondering.

you barely heard the murmurs from the others as you turned and rushed toward the edge of the lake. the cool water lapped softly at the shore as you crouched down, leaning over to see your reflection in the rippling surface. sure enough, there it was - the helm of darkness, shimmering faintly like a crown on your head, marking you as the daughter of hades.

the daughter of hades. what a title.

“wow…” you breathed out, staring at yourself. the heaviness you’d carried with you since arriving at camp seemed to lift, replaced by something more solid, more certain.

behind you, the boys were slowly recovering from their shock. you could hear them talking in low voices, but you were too focused on the reflection in the water to pay much attention. hades. you were his daughter. it explained so much. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you stood back up, turning to face the group.

lando was the first to approach, his expression a mix of curiosity and relief. “so… not aphrodite, then,” he joked, his smile soft but his eyes searching yours.

you couldn’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “definitely not.”

charles was next, standing just behind lando, his hands shoved into his pockets as he gave you a small nod. “you okay?”

“I think so,” you replied, still processing everything. “I guess… it makes sense now.”

oscar stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor cracking just a little as he looked at you. “we’re not… siblings, then,” he said with a wry smile, his eyes flicking to lando and the others.

“nope,” you said, laughing a little at the absurdity of it all.

daniel let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “well, this changes things, doesn’t it?”

there was a beat of silence, and then oscar spoke up, his voice light but with an undertone of something else. “so, now that we’ve got that cleared up…” his eyes met yours, and you could see the question there, lingering between the two of you.

lando shot franco a look, his playful grin returning. “don’t get ahead of yourself, mate,” he said, stepping closer to you, his arm brushing against yours.

charles rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips as well. “here we go…”

——————

a few days later, after the chaos of being claimed had somewhat settled, you found yourself alone by the lake again. the sun was setting, casting a soft glow over the water, and for once, it was quiet. you were just enjoying the moment when you heard footsteps approaching.

you turned to see franco walking up, hands tucked into his pockets. “hey,” he greeted, his usual smile softer this time.

“hey,” you replied, offering him a small smile in return.

he sat down next to you, the space between you just close enough to feel the warmth from his presence. for a moment, neither of you said anything, just listening to the water lapping at the shore.

then franco cleared his throat, glancing over at you. “I’ve been thinking,” he started, his voice a little hesitant. “about… us.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue.

he looked down at the ground, a nervous smile on his face. “I know things have been… complicated. and I don’t want to make it weird, but… I really like you, y/n. and I was wondering if, maybe, you’d want to go out sometime? just the two of us?”

his words hung in the air between you, and you felt your chest tighten. he looked at you then, his eyes hopeful but cautious, like he wasn’t sure what to expect.

you didn’t know what to say, not yet, so you stayed quiet, the weight of his question lingering as the sun continued to dip below the horizon.

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a/n : finally got back to writing amongst demigods wooo! kinda abandoned it for a while, part 5 awaits…

[jennwritesf1]

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RULES

I will not write full on smut. It’s not something I’m able to write. I will, however, write build up/spicy scenes. just not full on smut.

I will write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and just about any other genre/trope.

I write blurbs, one-off and multi-series fics, smaus, and possibly text fics.

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THE GRID

I will write for the following :

alex albon, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman, dino beganovic, gabriel bortoleto, franco colapinto, isack hadjar, liam lawson, charles leclerc, arvid lindblad, oscar piastri, yuki tsunoda, max verstappen

I may write for the following upon request :

lewis hamilton, lando norris, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, logan sargent, lance stroll

indycar drivers I will write for :

david malukas, pato o’ward, nolan siegel

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there’s orange juice in the kitchen | f1 grid coming soon

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[jennyaps]

there’s orange juice in the kitchen | f1 grid

summary : you ask the drivers to peel an orange for you (or the orange peel theroy)

disclaimers : second pov (you/your), gn!reader, use of pet names

included : alex albon, charles leclerc, isack hadjar, kimi antonelli, liam lawson, oliver bearman, oscar piastri, yuki tsunoda

a/n : first full-grid blurb, lmk what you think and if you’d like to see more! pt. 2 will contain f2, reserve, and indycar drivers. I can also add drivers so if you want to see someone not listed lmk! <3

alex albon

“Hey Alex,” you shouted from your shared kitchen, whilst setting your phone up against the far counter. You made sure it was recording, then grabbed an orange and waited. A few moments later your boyfriend came into the kitchen, eyes glued to his phone.

“Yeah?” he asked, shutting his phone off and setting it on the counter as he shifted his attention to you. A smirk spread across his lips once he saw the round fruit in your hand, and before you could even ask he was saying, “let me guess, you want me to peel the orange for you?”

You paused, eyes squinted as you slowly nodded your head, holding the orange out. He took it and began to peel it, glancing up at you every few seconds and quietly chuckling. “You’ve seen this trend haven’t you?” you asked after a moment, a playful sigh leaving your lips as he nodded.

“You’re so chronically online it’s scary.”

charles leclerc

You had seen a trend circling around tiktok of people asking their partners to peel an orange for them; the orange peel theory. After seeing a few of your close friends posting their own videos, most of which were ridiculously funny, you decided to also hop on the bandwagon.

You discretely set your phone up in yours and Charles shared living space, then quickly grabbed an orange from the kitchen. When you re-entered the living area, you saw Charles sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. You sat down next to him and held the orange out to him.

“Could you peel this for me?” you asked, a smile threatening to break out. He set his phone down and reached for the orange, a pleasant smile on his lips.

“Of course, cherie,” he said as he began to pull the peel back. You sat there, a little taken back, as he peeled away in silence. You had expected some playful bickering, maybe confusion, as you’d seen in so many other videos, but you got none of that. Instead, Charles happily peeled the orange for you, even taking the time to pull off the little white strings. After he was finished he handed the now peeled orange back to you, a triumphant look on his face.

“Thanks,” you said, squinting your eyes skeptically. “Have you seen the trend?” you asked as you popped one of the slices in your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he shook his head. You then proceeded to explain the trend to him, showing him a few videos of your shared friends doing the trend as well.

“So did I pass?” he asked after a moment, to which you laughed at.

“Yes, you passed.”

isack hadjar

The orange peel theory had been going viral on social media, and the VCARB marketing team wanted to hop on the trend. So, while at preseason testing, they sent you and an orange Isacks way, filming the interaction from a distance.

Isack was sat outside the teams hospitality with a few of his engineers, going over data from his morning session. You felt a little bad interrupting them, but at least you could blame the marketing team. Isack offered you a sweet smile once he saw you approaching, pulling the chair out next to him, for you to take a seat.

Before you could ask, or even try to hand him the small orange, he had plucked it from your hands and began to peel it. You sat there, stunned, as he continued talking with his engineers, mindlessly peeling away. A few of his engineers gave him confused looks, looking between the two of you, but Isack paid them no mind.

He had the orange peeled in no time, then turned back to you with the sweetest look on his face as he handed it back. You chuckled as you took the orange, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Safe to say the clip went viral.

kimi antonelli

Your boyfriend was known to be a bit oblivious at times, so when you found the orange peel trend, you thought it would be funny to try it on Kimi. You set your phone up, then grabbed an orange from your kitchen and called for him.

“Kimi,” you said with a smile as he rounded the corner, “can you peel this for me?” you asked, holding out the orange. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking from you to the orange, and then back.

“What?” he asked, clearly confused. “Why can’t you peel it?” he asked, making no attempt at grabbing the fruit from your hand.

You chuckled, still holding out the orange. “Kimi it’s just an orange, can you please peel it?” you continued, watching his face become even more confused.

“Why? Have you done something to it?” He then asked, taking a step back as he inspected the orange. You began laughing much louder than before, watching as he began to look around your kitchen. He then spotted your phone set up against a vase. “Hey, why are you recording? What's wrong with the orange?”

At this point you were lost in a fit of laughter, Kimi laughing along with you nervously, still not fully convinced there wasn’t something wrong with the orange. You took a moment to compose yourself, explaining the trend to him, which he still didn’t fully understand, so you had to explain it yet again.

“Oh,” he said after you had finished explaining it for the second time. He paused, looking at you in silence, before his face suddenly light up in understanding. “Oh,” he said again, now seemingly understanding the trend.

“Wait, so can I still peel it?”

liam lawson

Redbull was known for their interesting social media videos, and you asking Liam to peel you an orange was just another idea put forth by the media team. You made your way to Liam, orange in hand, with the social media manager following behind you, recording.

“Hey babe,” you said as you approached him, handing him the orange, “can you peel this for me?”

He looked between you, the orange, and the camera off to the side. “You want me to peel this for you?” he asked to clarify. You nodded your head, trying to keep a straight face as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” he asked with a confused laugh.

“Because I asked you to?” you retorted, catching the disapproving look he gave you.

“It’s just an orange, you can peel an orange,” Liam said, trying to hand the orange back, but you simply pushed his hand back.

“Exactly, it’s just an orange,” you said with a smile, “so peel it.” He gave you a suspicious look, but began to peel the orange with an exaggerated sigh. Every few seconds he would give both you and the media manager a side eye, waiting for either of you to tell him they got the video and that was enough. But neither of you ever did, you just waited for an entire minute as he struggled to peel the orange.

He finally got the last bit of peel off, and began pulling the slices apart. He looked up to you, a triumphant smile on his lips, before popping a slice of the orange in his mouth, and then another.

Your jaw dropped, a laugh of disbelief leaving your throat. “Liam Lawson, that orange was for me,” you scolded, but the smile on your face gave away any real anger. Liam smirked, shaking his head as he put another slice in his mouth.

“Then you should have peeled it.”

oliver bearman

You finished setting up your phone in the kitchen, hiding it behind a small vase of flowers Ollie had gotten you the other day. You then grabbed an orange from the bowl on the counter, and called Ollie into the room.

“Hey Ollie, can you peel this for me?” you asked, handing him the orange.

“Yeah,” Ollie responded, taking the orange from your hand to begin peeling it. At first you thought it was going to be a cute video of Ollie peeling the orange for you, no questions asked, but you were wrong. You watched as he struggled for about thirty seconds to even start the peel, and then every time he went to pull back the peel it just broke off.

He pulled the orange closer to his face, trying to work out how to efficiently peel it. You thought for sure by the huffs of frustration he would have given up, but you guys were nearly three minutes into what should have been a minute long video at most, and the orange was still only half peeled.

“Your adorable, but let me do it,” you said after a moment, grabbing the fruit from his hands and effortlessly peeling the rest of it.

“Hey, I almost had it,” he said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, causing you to laugh as well.

“Yeah, I should have been able to eat it by tomorrow.”

oscar piastri

It was the second day of testing, and Lando had sent you a tiktok of someone asking their partner to peel an orange for them, begging you to ask Oscar and let him record it. So, as the lunch break came around, you located an orange and made your way to the McLaren hospitality.

Lando caught your eyes before Oscar had, and you held up the orange slightly to show him. An excited smile spread across his face as he whipped out his phone, trying to record his teammate sat across from him without being too obvious.

“Mind if I join you?” You asked as you approached, placing a hand on Oscars shoulder as you moved behind him to take a seat besides him.

“Never,” Oscar said with a small smile, watching as you sat down. You sat there for a moment, fidgeting with the orange before turning to Oscar again.

“Could you peel this for me?” You asked, and not a second later Oscar had taken the orange from your hands and began to silently peeled. You and Lando looked between each other, sharing a confused look. You were both positive Oscar would have said no, not wanting to get his hands sticky with orange juice before having to get in the car.

“I’ve seen the trend,” Oscar said after a moment, taking his time to peel the skin back, then also pull off all the little strings. “But I would peel an orange for you even if I hadn’t,” he added, pausing a moment to meet your eyes.

“Oh, and you’re not as discrete as you think you are Lando,” he added, shaking his head at his teammate who was rather obviously filming the interaction. “I know you’re recording.”

yuki tsunoda

A trend circling tiktok had been popping up on your page for the past few days, and you decided it would be a funny video to try with your boyfriend, Yuki. So, you grabbed an orange and set up your phone in the living area, waiting for him to come and join you.

Shortly he made his way into the room, sitting down next to you. You didn’t give him a chance to even say hello before you were shoving the orange in his hands, a playful smile on your face.

“Peel this for me?” You asked, watching as he took the orange, but gave you a skeptical look.

“What? You can’t peel it yourself?” He asked, but began peeling the orange anyways. “Are you that incapable? It’s just an orange,” he continued, an amused smile on his face as he peeled away.

You lightly shoved his shoulder, jaw dropped in mock disbelief at the insults. “Yuki, I just asked you to peel an orange,” you said with a playful laugh.

“I mean, I knew you were dependent on me,” he continued on, a smirk plastered across his lips, “but this is a whole new level.” He finished peeling the orange, stealing a slice for himself, before handing it back to you.

“I’m never asking you to do something for me again,” you said with a laugh.

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[trashytracktales]

Texting the F1 grid

✧₊⁺ prompt ──── “Why are you in his likes?”

✧₊⁺ featuring ──── Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lance Stroll, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Yuki Tsunoda, Oscar Piastri, Liam Lawson, and Alex Albon

✧₊⁺ rating ──── teen and up

✧₊⁺ category ──── F/M

✧₊⁺ warnings ──── angst, possessiveness, emotional vulnerability, jealousy, swearing.

✧₊⁺ date ──── Mar. 1, 2025

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[amirasainz]

Hey, can write one where rbr!reader and Ollie prank the grid and tell them that Ollie accidentally got her pregnant. Maybe they all have different reactions. Pretty please♥️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

I am currently obsessed with writing driver!reader, so maybe some requests for her or similar to this story.

-xoxo babygirl 💜

The greatest prank of all times

The sun had barely risen over the paddock when Y/N and Ollie, full of mischievous energy, hatched their plan. Both young, vibrant, and constantly on the lookout for some fun to break the tension of race weekends, they decided it was time to pull a lighthearted prank on their fellow F1 drivers. It wasn’t often the grid got to see the two of them in action, but today was going to be different.

Y/N, the youngest driver on the grid and a star for Red Bull Racing, teamed up with Ollie. They had been best friends for years, their bond often the source of harmless trouble. This time, however, they were aiming for something bigger—a prank the grid would never forget.

They booked a small, private room in the Red Bull hospitality area. It was cozy, with just enough space for a couch, a table, and a couple of chairs. Perfect for their "serious" conversation. Hidden cameras were expertly positioned around the room, capturing every angle without raising suspicion. They’d already tested the setup earlier in the morning, making sure every tear and every frantic gesture would be caught on film.

The story was simple yet effective. Y/N would pretend to be distraught, eyes puffy and red as if she’d been crying all night. Ollie would play the role of the nervous boyfriend, pacing the room, wringing his hands, and muttering apologies under his breath. The "problem"? Y/N was "pregnant," and they didn’t know what to do.

To make it believable, they sent text messages to each driver on the grid, tailored to their personalities:

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. It's serious. Can you come to the Red Bull lounge? Please don’t tell anyone."

One by one, the drivers were lured into the trap.

Y/N and Ollie ran through the scenario a dozen times before anyone arrived.

"Okay, so you’re crying, and I’m like, ‘I don’t know what to do!’ And then maybe I sit down and put my head in my hands?” Ollie suggested, pacing the room.

“Yeah, yeah, and I’ll be like, ‘I’m so scared!’ and then just stare at them for help. They'll definitely freak out!” Y/N added, barely suppressing a laugh.

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The first text had already been sent, and the countdown began. Y/N dabbed her cheeks with a damp tissue, smearing her mascara slightly to complete the "crying" effect. Ollie threw on a hoodie and deliberately messed up his hair, making himself look as if he hadn’t slept.

"Alright, camera rolling?" Ollie asked, glancing at the monitor hidden behind a stack of Red Bull merchandise.

"Rolling," Y/N confirmed, grinning despite herself.

The door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Showtime,” Ollie whispered, shooting Y/N a conspiratorial wink before slumping into character.

The first victim was about to walk in.

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The door opened slowly, and Lewis stepped into the room, his presence immediately filling the small space. His usual calm and reassuring demeanor was evident as he scanned the room, his eyes softening when he saw Y/N with her head in her hands, shoulders trembling as if she were crying. Ollie, meanwhile, was pacing frantically, his hands running through his hair like a man on the verge of a breakdown.

"Hey, hey, what’s going on?" Lewis asked gently, closing the door behind him. He moved toward Y/N, lowering himself to her level on the couch. "Y/N, are you okay?"

Y/N sniffled dramatically, her face buried in her hands. She peeked at Ollie from the corner of her eye, who nodded ever so slightly, signaling her to go ahead.

“It’s— it’s bad, Lewis,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Lewis immediately placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his tone soft and full of concern. "It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together. Just breathe, alright?"

Ollie let out a shaky sigh, his pacing picking up. "I messed up, Lewis. I really messed up."

Lewis glanced between the two, his brows furrowing. "What happened? You two are scaring me."

Y/N wiped her eyes dramatically, hesitating for a moment before blurting out, "I’m pregnant."

Lewis froze, his expression blank for a second as he processed the information. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out immediately. The weight of the news settled over the room like a thick fog.

Then, he took a deep breath, his face softening once more. "Okay. Alright," he said, nodding slowly. "First of all, it’s going to be okay. Both of you, calm down. We’ll figure this out together."

He turned to Y/N, his voice gentle and steady. "Y/N, does anyone else know? Your parents?"

Y/N shook her head, biting her lip. "No. We don’t know how to tell them. I don’t even know what to do," she mumbled, her voice cracking.

Lewis exhaled, leaning back slightly as he processed the situation. "Alright. Here’s what I think. You need to talk to them. They’ll be shocked, sure, but they love you. They’ll want to help."

Y/N gave a small, hesitant nod, while Ollie finally stopped pacing, standing awkwardly by the couch.

"But listen, Y/N," Lewis continued, looking her directly in the eyes, "this is your decision. Whatever you want to do, it’s your choice, and no one else’s. Don’t let anyone pressure you into anything, alright?"

She nodded again, sniffing.

Lewis then turned his attention to Ollie, his gaze serious but kind. "And you, Ollie. You need to ask yourself something important—do you want to be a dad?"

Ollie gulped, glancing at Y/N before muttering, "I—I don’t know. I mean, I want to be there for her, but I’m scared."

Lewis placed a hand on Ollie’s shoulder, grounding him. "That’s natural. But if this is happening, you need to be ready to step up. Support her. Be a team. This isn’t just about you anymore."

Ollie nodded, looking genuinely thoughtful, even as he fought the urge to crack a smile at how seriously Lewis was taking it all.

"Listen, both of you," Lewis said, his tone resolute. "Whatever happens, I’m here for you. You’re not alone in this. I’ll help you figure things out, no matter what you decide. You can call me anytime, alright?"

Y/N let out a small sob, hiding her face again to disguise her laughter. It was Ollie who couldn’t hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing, doubling over as the tension in the room snapped like a rubber band.

Lewis looked utterly confused. "Wait—what’s happening?"

Through her fake tears, Y/N managed to choke out, "It’s a prank! We’re joking!"

The realization dawned on Lewis, and he leaned back, his mouth falling open in disbelief. Then, he started laughing, shaking his head. "You two… are terrible. I was ready to call your parents!"

Y/N and Ollie were in hysterics, tears of laughter streaming down their faces.

Lewis stood, hands on his hips, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "I hope you know, you’ve got a prank coming your way now."

Even as they laughed, they knew they’d never forget how kind and supportive Lewis had been.

----

The door opened, and Charles stepped into the room, his brow already furrowed with concern. "Y/N? Ollie? What’s going on?" he asked, his voice edged with worry as his eyes darted between them.

Y/N sat curled up on the couch, her head down and shoulders shaking as if she’d been crying for hours. Ollie, meanwhile, was pacing like a trapped animal, muttering under his breath. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and it immediately put Charles on edge.

“Y/N,” Charles said softly, stepping closer. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Y/N sniffled dramatically, peeking up at Ollie, who gave her a quick nod to go ahead. She hesitated, biting her lip, and finally whispered, “It’s really bad, Charles.”

Ollie stopped pacing and ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exaggerated, shaky sigh. “We… We don’t know what to do, man.”

Charles’ expression shifted to alarm, his hands fidgeting nervously as he crouched down to be at Y/N’s level. “Okay, okay. Just tell me. What happened?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally said, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, it looked like Charles had been struck by lightning. His face went pale, his eyes wide as he stared at them in disbelief. “You’re… pregnant?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her lip trembling, while Ollie looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck like a guilty schoolboy.

Charles sat back on his heels, visibly struggling to gather his thoughts. He rubbed his face with his hands, exhaling shakily. “Mon Dieu,” he muttered. “Okay… Okay.”

After a moment of silence, he stood, trying his best to mask his panic with determination. “It’s… It’s not the end of the world, okay? It’s hard, yes, but we can figure this out. You’re both so young, but… we’ll make it work.”

Charles looked at Y/N with genuine sincerity, his voice soft. “If you need somewhere to stay, you can live with me. Both of you. My home is open to you.”

Y/N sniffled again, nodding while biting her lip to suppress a smile.

“And… And I can help, financially, emotionally—whatever you need,” Charles continued, pacing now, his hands moving expressively. “This is big, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me, okay?”

Ollie looked up, his face a picture of fake anguish. “Thanks, Charles. That means a lot.”

Charles stopped pacing and turned back to them, his eyes glassy with emotion. “Listen,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “I know this is overwhelming, but it’s also… it’s also something to celebrate.” He gestured between them. “New life. That’s something beautiful. Scary, yes, but beautiful.”

Before either of them could respond, Charles stepped forward and pulled them both into a hug, holding them tightly. “You’re going to be okay. Both of you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her laughter, while Ollie awkwardly patted Charles on the back, barely able to contain his own giggles.

“Charles,” Y/N finally said, her voice muffled.

“Yeah?” he replied, pulling back to look at her.

“It’s a prank,” she blurted out, a burst of laughter escaping her.

Charles froze, his jaw dropping as the words sank in. “Quoi?”

Ollie was already doubled over with laughter, and Y/N followed suit, tears streaming down her face—not from crying but from laughing so hard.

Charles stood there, his face a mixture of shock, betrayal, and relief. “Are you serious? You… You scared me to death!”

Y/N gasped for breath, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Charles! We couldn’t resist!”

Charles shook his head, a small smile breaking through his initial disbelief. “You two are unbelievable. I was ready to start building a nursery for you!”

As the laughter died down, Charles joined in, shaking his head at their antics. “You’re lucky I love you both. But you’d better watch out, because revenge is coming.”

-----

Oscar opened the door, his brow furrowing at the sight in front of him. Y/N sat on the couch, her head buried in her hands, and Ollie was pacing again, his face a picture of distress. The room was thick with tension, and Oscar could immediately sense that something was wrong.

“Oi, what’s going on?” Oscar asked, his voice laced with concern as he stepped in, looking between the two of them.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes red and her face a mask of fake sadness. She hesitated for a moment, waiting for Ollie’s silent cue. Ollie stopped pacing and gave her a nod.

Oscar stood there, completely bewildered, trying to make sense of what he was walking into. He looked at Y/N, who took a deep breath and said, “Oscar… I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Oscar just stared at her, his mind struggling to process what she had said. His face drained of color, and his eyes flickered over to Ollie, who was now standing silently, looking every bit the panicked figure.

“Wait… what?” Oscar whispered, taking a small step forward.

Y/N nodded slowly, and Ollie let out a shaky breath, as if the weight of the situation had just hit him all at once.

Oscar sat down on the arm of the couch, placing his head in his hands, clearly shaken. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the ventilation system, and it felt like time had slowed down.

“I— I don’t know what to say…” Oscar murmured, still processing the shock.

After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked at them both, his voice more steady now, though tinged with concern. “Look… whatever happens, everything’s going to be fine, okay? You two are family, and you’re not in this alone. I’ll help you. I’ll be here for you.”

Oscar’s voice cracked slightly, but he quickly gathered himself. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself. I’m here, I promise.”

But then, his expression softened as he looked at them, his eyes filled with honesty. “But... to be real with you, I’m not sure I know how to help. We’re all so young, and maybe... maybe we should talk to someone who knows what they’re doing. Maybe we should ask Mark for help, someone who’s an adult and can guide us.”

Y/N and Ollie both stared at him, and for a moment, the sincerity in Oscar’s voice seemed to bring them back to the gravity of the situation.

“But…” Oscar continued, his eyes softening as he looked at the two of them. “I’ll go with you. I’ll support you. We’ll figure it out together, okay? Because no matter what, we’re friends. And that means we stick together. You don’t have to face this on your own.”

Y/N was on the verge of tears, not from distress but from holding back laughter. She could see the genuine concern in Oscar’s eyes, and despite everything, it made the prank feel all the more heartwarming.

Ollie, too, felt a rush of gratitude for his friend’s unwavering support, even if it was all based on a huge misunderstanding.

“Oscar,” Y/N said softly, her voice full of emotion, “thank you. I swear we’ll make it up to you for scaring you like this.”

Oscar blinked, clearly still trying to make sense of everything, when suddenly the tension snapped. Y/N burst into laughter, and Ollie followed suit, unable to keep it in any longer.

Oscar’s face went from concern to confusion to disbelief. “Wait... What?!”

“It’s a prank!” Y/N managed to gasp between laughs. “We’re just messing with you!”

Oscar’s expression froze, and for a moment, he was completely still, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, his eyes narrowed playfully, a grin slowly breaking through his initial shock.

“You two… I’m going to get you back for this,” Oscar said, shaking his head, though a smile tugged at his lips. “I was ready to become a dad! What are you doing to me?”

Y/N laughed even harder, wiping tears from her eyes. “We thought you’d be the one to react the most seriously, and we weren’t wrong.”

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you got me. But seriously, next time you prank me, you better make sure it’s not something that serious. I almost had a panic attack.”

“I’m sorry, Oscar!” Ollie said, still grinning. “We promise we’ll make it up to you!”

Oscar leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You better, because I’m never trusting either of you again.”

The room was filled with laughter, the tension of the moment finally broken, and despite the craziness of it all, they knew their bond as friends was stronger than ever.

----

The next one who walked in was Carlos, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with concern as he noticed the tense atmosphere in the room. Y/N sat on the couch, head down, and Ollie was pacing, his hands nervously running through his hair. It was clear something serious was going on, and Carlos immediately felt a knot form in his stomach.

“Hey, what’s going on? You guys okay?” Carlos asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes red and tearful, but there was a flicker of mischief in them that Carlos didn’t notice right away. Ollie, on the other hand, was pacing with purpose, his face scrunched up as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Carlos…” Y/N began, her voice shaky. “I… I’m pregnant.”

Carlos froze in place, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to process what he had just heard.

“Wait… what?” Carlos stammered, his mind struggling to catch up. “Y/N… you’re… pregnant?”

Y/N nodded slowly, her face a picture of fake sadness. Ollie stopped pacing, his eyes wide as he looked at Carlos with a mixture of fear and guilt.

Carlos began pacing himself, running his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of the situation. “This... this is big, Y/N. You’re so young, and Ollie too—this is really serious, you know? You guys… this wasn’t planned, right? It was careless.”

He paused, looking between them with concern, his voice rising with panic as he spoke. “You’re too young for this, both of you. What were you thinking?”

Y/N’s expression faltered, her lip trembling as she struggled to hold back a smile. Ollie, too, looked down, feeling the weight of the words as if they were truly being scolded.

But when Carlos noticed how devastated they looked—how broken and unsure they were—his steps faltered. He immediately stopped pacing, his hand lowering from his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos said quickly, his voice softening as he turned toward them. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m not mad. I was just… shocked. I didn’t know what to say at first. I didn’t know how to react.”

Y/N looked up at him, her expression vulnerable, and Ollie shifted uncomfortably, his eyes meeting Carlos’ for the first time in what felt like forever.

Carlos took a deep breath, stepping closer to them, his gaze softening. “Listen, I’m still shocked. You guys are so young. I wasn’t expecting this. But I will help. I will be there for you both.”

Y/N’s lip quivered as she looked at him, taking in his words. Carlos kneeled down in front of them, looking each of them in the eyes. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to help exactly. But I’ll be there. We’ll figure it out together. But…”

He paused, his face showing his own uncertainty. “I still can’t believe you’re pregnant, Y/N. You’re so young… this is a huge thing to take on. But… if you need anything—anything at all—I’m here. I’ll support you.”

Ollie let out a shaky breath, still looking down at the floor. “We’re scared, Carlos. We don’t know what to do, and we didn’t know who else to turn to.”

Carlos reached out, putting a hand on Ollie’s shoulder, then turning to Y/N with a reassuring smile. “You’re not alone in this, okay? You’ve got me. But seriously, maybe we need to talk to someone who can help us more. We’re too young to know how to navigate all this, you know? We need to talk to someone who knows more about this.”

The sincerity in his voice broke through the tension, and Y/N finally let out a small, relieved breath, though her face was still full of fake distress.

Carlos stood up and took a step back, wiping his hand over his face. “And I’ll help you talk to your parents if you need me to. We’ll figure it out together, I swear. But… I really didn’t expect this.”

Y/N couldn't hold it in anymore. She and Ollie both burst out laughing, and Carlos stood frozen for a moment, his mouth falling open in shock.

“Wait, what?!” Carlos exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Is this a prank?”

Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes, still laughing. “It’s a prank, Carlos! We were messing with you!”

Carlos’ face slowly shifted from confusion to a mixture of shock and relief. He took a deep breath, shaking his head in exasperation. “You guys are unbelievable,” he said, the tension melting away as a laugh escaped him. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m so sorry!” Ollie said between fits of laughter. “We just had to do it to you!”

Carlos sighed dramatically, but a smile tugged at his lips. “You two are insane. But seriously… next time you want to pull a prank like this, maybe make it a little less… real.”

Y/N and Ollie just grinned, still laughing. “We’ll make it up to you, promise.”

Carlos shook his head, chuckling, though he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride. After all, the two had truly pulled off a masterclass in pranking him—he’d almost believed it.

“You better make it up to me,” Carlos said with a playful grin. “And by the way, when you two start planning your real life decisions, let me know. I’ll give you actual advice then.”

----

Max strode into the room, his sharp eyes scanning the tense scene in front of him. Y/N sat curled on the couch, her head buried in her hands, while Ollie was pacing frantically. Something was clearly wrong, and the heavy atmosphere hit Max immediately.

“What’s going on?” Max asked, his voice firm and direct.

Y/N sniffled but didn’t answer, and Ollie froze mid-step, turning to look at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

“Max,” Y/N whispered, her voice shaky and small. “I… I’m pregnant.”

The words landed like a bomb. Max’s face immediately shifted into a mixture of shock and disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out as he processed what he’d just heard.

“You’re what?” Max finally said, his voice sharp.

“Pregnant,” Y/N repeated, her voice trembling.

Max stared at her, his eyes narrowing as the weight of the situation settled in. “You’re kidding, right? This is some kind of joke?”

Ollie shook his head, his voice low. “No. It’s real. We don’t know what to do.”

Max took a deep breath, his hand dragging over his face as he tried to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside him. “You two are too young for this! How could you be so careless? Do you even realize what this means?”

Y/N flinched at his words, her lip trembling as she fought to keep her composure.

“You’re just kids,” Max continued, his voice rising slightly. “Do you even know what it takes to raise a child? This isn’t just some small mistake—it’s life-changing!”

Y/N let out a shaky sob, and Max immediately stopped. His harsh tone softened as he saw how devastated she looked. In an instant, he crossed the room and knelt in front of her, pulling her into his arms.

“Hey, hey,” he said gently, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, her fake tears muffled by his jacket. Max’s hold tightened as he whispered, “It’s going to be okay. I’ll help you figure this out.”

He glanced up at Ollie, his expression hardening. “And you,” Max said sharply, his tone like a scolding parent. “You better be ready to step up, Ollie. You can’t leave her to deal with this on her own. She needs you to be there for her.”

Ollie nodded quickly, trying his best to look apologetic. “I will, Max. I swear.”

Max sighed, shaking his head. “Stupid teenagers,” he muttered under his breath before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a mix of worry and determination.

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Max said softly, his hand still stroking her hair. “We’ll figure it out. But… I can’t believe you two let this happen.”

Y/N sniffled again, barely able to keep the giggles bubbling up inside her from escaping. Ollie bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the sight of Max in full protective mode.

Max looked between them, his brow furrowing. “What?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

“It’s a prank,” Y/N blurted out, laughter finally breaking free.

Max froze, blinking as the words sank in. “A prank?” he repeated slowly, his voice dangerously calm.

Ollie nodded, unable to stop himself from laughing now. “Yeah, Max. It’s a prank.”

Max pulled back, his expression a mixture of relief and exasperation. “You two are unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Do you have any idea how much you scared me? I was ready to adopt the baby myself!”

Y/N and Ollie were laughing uncontrollably now, the tension in the room replaced with giddy energy.

“I’m sorry, Max!” Y/N said between giggles. “We couldn’t resist!”

Max stood, crossing his arms as he looked at them both with mock severity. “You two are going to pay for this,” he said, though the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away. “And don’t expect me to believe you next time you cry wolf!”

Y/N grinned, wiping fake tears from her eyes. “We’ll make it up to you, Max. Promise.”

Max shook his head, his smile finally breaking through. “You better. And next time you prank someone, don’t make it about something that serious. My heart can’t take it.”

----

Lando strolled into the room with his usual carefree energy, a playful grin on his face. He immediately noticed the tension in the air, but instead of worry, his first instinct was humor.

“What’s going on? You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he joked, his bright eyes darting between Y/N and Ollie.

Y/N glanced at Ollie, who gave her a subtle nod. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Lando, her voice trembling. “Lando… I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Lando just stared at her, his grin frozen on his face. Then, he burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Good one! You almost got me there!”

Y/N and Ollie exchanged a quick look before Y/N shook her head. “Lando, I’m serious. Ollie’s the dad.”

The laughter immediately died on Lando’s lips, his smile fading as he looked at them both. “Wait… what? You’re serious?”

Y/N nodded, her face the picture of fake distress.

Lando’s playful demeanor shifted in an instant, his brow furrowing as he processed the situation. “How did this happen? I mean, I know how, but… you guys are so young. What were you thinking?”

Ollie shifted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “We didn’t plan this, obviously. It just… happened.”

Lando sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Alright. Tell me everything. I need to know exactly what’s going on before we figure out what to do.”

For the next few minutes, Y/N and Ollie stumbled through their fabricated story, trying their best to keep their composure as they watched Lando’s serious expression. Once they were done, Lando sat back in his chair, his arms crossed as he nodded slowly.

“Okay,” he said, his tone surprisingly calm and measured. “Here’s what we’re going to do. First, tomorrow morning, the three of us are going to the doctor. We need to make sure everything’s okay with you and the baby, Y/N.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, not expecting Lando to take charge so quickly.

“After that,” Lando continued, “we’ll go to your parents. Both of you. I’ll come with you when you tell them. They’ll need to know, and you’ll need their support.”

Ollie opened his mouth to protest, but Lando raised a hand to stop him. “No arguments. They’re your parents, and they’ll want to be there for you—even if they’re mad at first.”

Y/N and Ollie exchanged a glance, both trying to hide their surprise at how practical Lando was being.

“Once that’s done, we’ll find a place for you two to live together,” Lando said, his voice growing more determined. “Somewhere big enough for a nursery but close to me so I can help if you need anything.”

Ollie gaped at him. “Lando, that’s… a lot.”

Lando ignored him, already deep in thought. “We’ll design the baby’s room together. I’ll help you pick out furniture, decorations, everything. And I’ll go with you to every appointment if you want me there. I’ll even help with the baby when they’re born. Diapers, bottles, sleepless nights—you name it. We’re in this together.”

By now, Y/N was struggling to keep a straight face. Lando’s level of commitment and detail was far beyond anything she’d expected.

“Lando,” Y/N said, her voice wavering with emotion, “that’s… really sweet of you.”

Lando turned to her, his expression softening. “You’re my friend, Y/N. And Ollie, you too. You’re not doing this alone, not if I can help it.”

Ollie scratched the back of his head, looking both grateful and overwhelmed. “Wow, mate, I didn’t think you’d have a whole plan ready.”

Lando shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, someone has to keep a cool head in this situation. And honestly, it’s kind of exciting in a weird way. A little scary, yeah, but exciting too.”

Y/N’s lip trembled as she tried to hold back her laughter, but it was too much. She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as the tension in the room broke.

“Lando,” she said between giggles, “it’s a prank! We’re not actually having a baby!”

Lando’s jaw dropped, and he stared at them both in disbelief. “Wait, what? You’re kidding me, right?”

Ollie joined in the laughter, shaking his head. “Nope. It was all a prank. We wanted to see how you’d react.”

Lando slumped back in his chair, letting out a groan. “You two… I can’t believe I fell for that. I was already planning your entire future!”

Y/N wiped away tears of laughter. “You were amazing, though! You had everything figured out!”

Lando sighed, shaking his head, though a small smile crept back onto his face. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to go all out like that again anytime soon. You’ve officially used up your prank privileges.”

The three of them laughed together, the air now light and full of warmth. Despite the prank, Y/N and Ollie couldn’t help but feel touched by how quickly Lando had stepped up to support them, proving just how much he cared.

----

Fernando entered the room with his usual composed yet curious demeanor, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene before him. Y/N was curled up on the couch, "crying" into Ollie’s shoulder, while Ollie looked up at Fernando with an expression of guilt and desperation.

“What happened?” Fernando asked, his voice calm but laced with concern.

Y/N sniffled, pulling back slightly from Ollie’s hold to look at Fernando. “I… I’m pregnant,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Fernando froze for a moment, his sharp gaze flicking between the two young drivers. His silence stretched for a beat too long, making Y/N and Ollie exchange a brief, worried glance.

Then, to their utter surprise, Fernando’s face broke into a wide, genuine smile. His entire demeanor shifted, radiating warmth as he stepped closer to them. “That’s wonderful news!” he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Before either of them could respond, Fernando leaned down and wrapped them both in a strong, reassuring hug. “Congratulations, both of you,” he said, his tone so heartfelt that it momentarily disarmed the pranksters.

When he finally pulled back, his expression softened as he noticed how “scared” they looked. Without missing a beat, Fernando sat down on the couch between them, motioning for Y/N and Ollie to sit closer. He gently pulled Y/N to his right side and Ollie to his left, placing a comforting arm around each of them.

“I know you’re scared,” he began, his voice soothing and steady. “But this is going to be one of the most beautiful experiences of your lives. A new life, a part of you both, is coming into the world. You’ll love that child more than anything else—more than racing, more than winning.”

Y/N’s “tears” slowed as she listened, her heart softening at Fernando’s words despite the prank. Ollie leaned in slightly, his nervous energy fading as Fernando continued.

“You’ll get to watch them grow up,” Fernando said, his eyes shining with a rare tenderness. “Their first steps, their first words, the way they’ll look at you with so much love and trust… There’s nothing like it. And you’ll give them the world because you’ll want nothing but the best for them.”

Fernando paused, smiling warmly at the two of them. “This isn’t something to be afraid of. It’s something to celebrate. A child will bring you joy, purpose, and a love you never knew was possible.”

For a moment, Y/N and Ollie could almost see the future Fernando was painting for them—a cozy home filled with laughter, the small hands of a child reaching for theirs, and the kind of love that could make anything possible.

Ollie cleared his throat, his voice quieter than usual. “You really think we could do this?”

Fernando squeezed his shoulder, his smile unwavering. “I know you can. You’re strong, both of you. And you won’t be alone in this—you’ll have each other, your families, your friends… and me. I’ll be here every step of the way if you need me.”

Y/N glanced at Ollie, her resolve wavering under the weight of Fernando’s sincere encouragement. Finally, unable to keep up the charade any longer, she let out a small laugh.

“Fernando,” she said, wiping her fake tears away, “it’s a prank.”

Fernando blinked, his smile faltering as he processed her words. “A prank?”

Ollie nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. “Yeah… we wanted to see how you’d react.”

For a moment, Fernando just stared at them. Then, a deep laugh rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head in disbelief. “You two are unbelievable! You had me going for a moment there.”

“We’re sorry,” Y/N said, her voice still tinged with laughter. “But honestly, your reaction was so sweet.”

Fernando chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “Well, when it does happen someday, you’ll know exactly what I think about it.”

Ollie grinned. “Thanks, Fernando. You were amazing, honestly.”

Fernando waved a hand, still smiling. “Just promise me one thing—when you pull your next prank, make it a little less heart-stopping for me, okay?”

The three of them laughed together, the warmth of Fernando’s words lingering long after the prank had been revealed.

----

Yuki walked into the room, his usual curious and slightly mischievous energy in full swing. “What’s going on?” he asked, looking at Y/N, who was hunched over, fake crying into her hands, and Ollie, who looked awkwardly guilty while pacing the room.

“Yuki, we need to tell you something,” Ollie began, his voice serious.

Yuki blinked, glancing between them. “Okay… What is it?”

Y/N sniffled dramatically, wiping her “tears” with her sleeve. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Yuki just stared, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant,” Y/N repeated, trying to sound exasperated but sad.

Yuki squinted, his confusion only deepening. “Wait, like… for real? Or are you talking about some kind of food baby? You ate too much sushi or something?”

“No, Yuki!” Ollie interjected, his hands on his hips. “She’s actually pregnant.”

“Oh,” Yuki said, nodding slightly, but his expression was still blank. “Okay… so, um… what do you want me to do about it?”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, looking at Ollie for help. Ollie sat down beside her, trying to maintain the act. “Yuki, it’s serious. Y/N is having a baby, and I’m the dad.”

This only seemed to confuse Yuki more. He blinked rapidly, his eyebrows knitting together. “Wait, you’re the dad?”

“Yes, Yuki,” Ollie said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “I’m the dad.”

Yuki’s brow furrowed further as he processed this information. “Okay… but who’s the dad?”

Ollie groaned, rubbing his temples. “Me. I’m the dad, Yuki.”

Yuki looked genuinely puzzled, glancing at Y/N and then back at Ollie. “But… how? You’re, like, just… Ollie.”

At this point, Y/N let out a frustrated laugh, breaking character. “Yuki, what do you mean, ‘just Ollie’? How do you not get this?”

Yuki shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “I don’t know. It’s just weird. Are you guys pranking me or something?”

Y/N and Ollie exchanged a glance before collapsing onto the couch across from Yuki, utterly defeated. “Yes, Yuki,” Y/N said with a sigh. “It’s a prank.”

Yuki’s face lit up. “Oh! Okay! That makes way more sense.” He stood up, stretching casually. “You should’ve just said that from the beginning. Anyway, I’m going to get a snack. Let me know if you need help with, uh, whatever.”

With that, Yuki walked out of the room, leaving Y/N and Ollie staring after him, dumbfounded.

“He didn’t get it at all,” Ollie muttered, shaking his head.

“Nope,” Y/N agreed, slumping back against the couch.

From down the hall, Yuki’s voice echoed back to them. “You guys are weird!”

----

Franco stepped into the room with a concerned expression, immediately sensing something was off. His eyes darted between Y/N, who was "crying" into her hands, and Ollie, who was pacing nervously with a hand in his hair.

“What’s going on?” Franco asked, his voice laced with worry as he moved closer. “Are you two okay? Did something happen?”

Y/N sniffled dramatically, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes—an excellent fake cry performance. “Franco… I’m pregnant.”

Franco froze, his eyes going wide. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it again, clearly unsure how to react. “Wait… are you—like, seriously? For real?”

Ollie nodded solemnly, stopping his pacing. “Yeah, and… I’m the dad.”

“Oh, my god,” Franco breathed, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. He took a step closer to them, his nervous energy bubbling over. “Okay, uh… okay. Are you happy? Are you scared? Sad? I—I don’t know how to feel right now. What about you guys?”

Y/N hiccupped, pretending to be on the verge of another sob. “We don’t know what to do, Franco. We’re so young…”

Franco immediately crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering nervously as if he wanted to comfort her but wasn’t sure how. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said quickly, his tone soft and motherly. “Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths. It’s going to be okay. You too, Ollie—deep breaths.”

Ollie blinked in surprise. “Franco, you’re the one freaking out.”

Franco ignored him, pulling a chair close and sitting down, his knee bouncing anxiously. He clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Alright, listen. This is big. It’s huge. But we’re going to figure it out. You’re going to figure it out.”

He glanced between them again, his gaze softening. “Look, this is scary, but it’s also… kind of amazing, right? A new life! But—wait, no, sorry, I don’t want to freak you out more,” he added quickly, shaking his head. “Are you happy about this? Or scared? Or both? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Oh god, I’m not helping, am I?”

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing, shaking her head. “No, Franco, you’re helping,” she said, her voice quivering with fake emotion.

Franco exhaled in relief, reaching over to pat her hand awkwardly. “Okay, good. That’s good. So, uh… first thing’s first: don’t panic. Take deep breaths. Have you thought about telling your parents? Or… no, no, wait, one thing at a time. I’m sorry, I’m just…” He ran a hand through his hair, visibly flustered. “I’m freaking out for you. But you’re going to be okay, I promise.”

Y/N and Ollie exchanged a quick glance, barely holding back their laughter as Franco continued to fret over them like a worried parent.

Finally, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. “Franco,” she said gently, reaching out to touch his hand.

He looked up at her, his face a mix of concern and determination. “Yeah?”

“It’s a prank,” she said, unable to hold back a laugh.

Franco blinked, his brain taking a second to catch up. “A… prank?”

Ollie nodded, his grin sheepish. “Yeah. We just wanted to see how you’d react.”

For a moment, Franco just stared at them, his jaw slightly slack. Then he let out a groan, leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. “Are you serious? You two put me through all that for a prank?”

Y/N burst out laughing, reaching over to pat his arm. “Franco, you were amazing. Seriously, you were so sweet.”

Franco peeked at her through his fingers, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well, next time maybe prank someone who doesn’t care as much.”

Ollie clapped him on the shoulder. “You care too much, mate. But that’s why we love you.”

Franco groaned again, though his smile lingered. “You’re both lucky I love you too. But don’t ever do that to me again!”

The three of them laughed together, the tension melting away as Franco finally relaxed, shaking his head at the duo’s mischievous antics.

----

The press conference room was abuzz with the usual pre-event chatter. Reporters settled into their seats, armed with notebooks, voice recorders, and cameras, ready to pepper the drivers with questions. But the atmosphere shifted when Y/N and Ollie walked in.

Y/N’s eyes were red and puffy, as though she’d been crying for hours. Her shoulders were hunched, her body language radiating nervousness. Ollie, on the other hand, had an almost frantic energy, his leg bouncing as he sat down next to her. Yet, he kept a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles and leaning in every so often to whisper something comforting.

The other drivers on the panel—fully in on the prank—exchanged knowing glances, some biting their lips to keep from laughing. Lewis had to clear his throat and look away, Max pretended to be overly focused on his water bottle, and Lando barely managed to keep a smirk off his face.

It didn’t take long for the reporters to notice that something was off.

“Y/N,” one of them finally asked, leaning forward, “are you alright? You look upset.”

Y/N sniffled audibly, looking down at the table as though gathering herself. Ollie leaned closer, whispering something inaudible, which only seemed to make the situation more curious.

Another reporter jumped in. “Ollie, is everything okay with Y/N? You seem… tense.”

The tension in the room became palpable as reporters shifted in their seats, sensing a story. Finally, Y/N lifted her head, her voice shaky as she spoke. “We… we weren’t planning on talking about this today, but…” She paused, looking at Ollie, who nodded solemnly.

Ollie took over, his voice steady but filled with a faux nervous edge. “Y/N and I… we just found out she’s pregnant.”

The room erupted.

Gasps, hurried whispers, and the frantic clicking of cameras filled the air as reporters scrambled to process the bombshell.

“What does this mean for your career, Y/N?”

“Ollie, how are you going to support her through this?”

“Did Red Bull know? What’s the team’s response?”

Y/N buried her face in her hands, and Ollie leaned closer to shield her from the barrage of questions, murmuring fake reassurances like, “It’s okay, we’ll get through this.”

The other drivers played their parts to perfection.

Fernando leaned forward with a supportive nod. “We’re here for them, of course.”

Charles shook his head solemnly. “It’s a difficult situation, but they’re strong.”

Lando, biting his lip to keep from laughing, muttered, “Yeah, we’ll all be there for them.”

Max, perhaps enjoying the chaos a bit too much, smirked and added, “It’s a bit shocking, isn’t it? But these things happen.”

The questions only grew louder, reporters tripping over one another to get their takes. But then Y/N, who had been trying to “compose herself,” let out a small snort of laughter. Ollie followed suit, and within seconds, both of them were doubled over, laughing uncontrollably.

The reporters froze, staring in confusion. “What’s so funny?” one finally asked.

Lando couldn’t hold back any longer, bursting into laughter. Fernando chuckled, Charles shook his head with a grin, and even Max let out an amused huff.

Y/N finally managed to speak through her laughter. “It’s—it’s a prank! We’re not pregnant!”

The room went silent for a moment before an uproar of disbelief and groans erupted from the reporters. Some laughed along, shaking their heads, while others looked like they’d been played harder than ever before.

Ollie grinned, leaning into the microphone. “Sorry, we couldn’t resist. The reactions were too good.”

The other drivers laughed harder, with Fernando adding, “You should’ve seen your faces!”

Within hours, clips from the press conference flooded social media, from Y/N’s dramatic performance to Ollie’s earnest act and the reporters’ chaotic reactions. The prank went viral almost immediately, with fans and media outlets alike praising the creativity and humor of it all.

“Y/N and Ollie: F1’s Ultimate Pranksters” trended worldwide, with the prank cementing itself as one of the most memorable moments of the season. Even the reporters, though initially annoyed, couldn’t help but laugh at themselves once the dust settled.

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | pranking your husband with your kid

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐 anon) : your little one confidently drops an “stfu” in front of their unsuspecting father, chaos ensues... (i wrote ollie and kimi differently bc i dont think they'd be fathering at their young ages LMFAOOO)

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : tws : children cursing ୨ৎ : word count : 1638

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : everyone drop ur race predictions >.<

ʚ・lando norris

the three of you were hanging out in the living room, lando lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone while your child sat beside him, munching on snacks.

you sighed dramatically from across the room. “hey, sweetheart, can you pass me the remote?”

your child barely blinked before deadpanning, “mom, shut the fuck up.”

silence.

lando’s mouth immediately dropped open, his entire body going stiff.

five full seconds passed where he didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe.

then—a nervous, awkward giggle bubbled out of him.

“wait, wait—did you really say that? oh my god.”

he turned to your child, completely horrified yet slightly impressed, like they had just learned a completely forbidden skill.

you covered your mouth, trying not to laugh, but lando was already spiraling.

“where—wait, where did you hear that?!” his voice cracked slightly, looking at you in panic mode. “have you been letting them watch netflix unsupervised? is it youtube?”

your kid, bless their little dramatic heart, simply shrugged. “i dunno.”

lando ran a hand through his hair, looking completely distressed. “i—what? i don’t—”

and then, you lost it.

your laughter burst out before you could stop it, and the second your child started giggling along, lando froze.

his wide eyes darted between the two of you as realization hit him like a truck.

“…it’s a prank, isn’t it?”

you wiped away a tear, grinning. “gotcha.”

lando exhaled so dramatically, you thought he might actually pass out.

then, without another word, he collapsed onto the sofa, throwing an arm over his face.

“i can’t handle this emotional rollercoaster,” he groaned. “this is too much for my heart.”

your child climbed onto his chest, still giggling. “sorry, daddy.”

lando peeked at them from under his arm, pouting. “you scared me, mate. that was not cool.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

it was a quiet evening, the three of you sitting at the dining table, enjoying a simple dinner. the soft clinking of utensils against plates was the only noise filling the room.

oscar sat across from you, taking a slow sip of water, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

right on cue, your child turned to you, brows furrowed, and in the most casual, sharp voice, snapped—

“just shut up, mom.”

the air in the room shifted immediately.

oscar’s glass froze mid-air.

he didn’t choke. he didn’t gasp.

he just… paused.

then, slowly, he set his glass down, his brown eyes blinking at your child in quiet disbelief.

“…what?”

your child held firm, looking back at their plate, as if they hadn’t just rocked oscar’s entire world.

oscar’s voice was soft, firm, but laced with that classic dad disappointment tone that could crush souls.

“absolutely not,” he said, calmly. “apologize to mom. right now.”

your child squirmed slightly, but before they could break character, you cracked first—a snort escaping before you burst into laughter.

oscar narrowed his eyes immediately.

“oh my god,” he muttered, rubbing his temple as your child giggled alongside you.

you wiped away a tear, grinning. “gotcha.”

oscar exhaled deeply, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.

“you two will drive me insane,” he mumbled, though there was a small, exasperated smile tugging at his lips.

your kid beamed, climbing into his lap. “sorry, daddy. we were just playing!”

oscar sighed, wrapping an arm around them, pressing a kiss to their temple.

“i should’ve known,” he muttered, looking over at you with a knowing stare. “this has your name all over it.”

you smirked. “what gave it away?”

he rolled his eyes, but the soft smile never left his face.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

movie nights with kimi and his little sister, maggie, were always a routine affair—blankets sprawled out, snacks piled high, and kimi usually taking forever to pick a film because he was weirdly particular about the plot.

but tonight? tonight was different.

because tonight, you and maggie had a plan.

the movie had just started, the room dimly lit by the glow of the tv. kimi was sitting in the middle, one arm lazily draped around you while maggie sat cross-legged on the other side, munching on popcorn.

everything was normal.

until, out of nowhere, maggie turned to you and, in the most casual, unbothered tone, said—

“shut the fuck up, y/n.”

kimi immediately grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

the room fell into silence.

his brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned toward maggie, his little sister, who was suddenly way too interested in her popcorn.

“maggie.” his voice was low, steady, but firm.

she hesitated, keeping up the act. “what?”

kimi’s expression did not waver. “we don’t speak to y/n like that. ever.”

he wasn’t mad—just disappointed, and somehow, that was worse.

maggie cracked first, a guilty giggle slipping out before she burst into full-blown laughter.

you followed immediately, clutching your stomach.

kimi blinked, glancing between the two of you, confusion quickly shifting into realization.

his jaw tightened. “no way.”

maggie grinned. “we got you.”

kimi let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the couch before leaning back against the cushions, shaking his head.

“great,” he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. “now my partner and my sister are plotting against me.”

you grinned, nudging him. “welcome to family life, babe.”

maggie threw popcorn at him. “you looked so stressed.”

kimi shot her a half-hearted glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement.

“remind me why i hang out with either of you?” he muttered, pressing play on the movie.

maggie smirked. “because you love us.”

kimi sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he pulled you closer.

“unfortunately.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

grocery shopping with ollie and his little sister was usually an easy task—grab some snacks, stock up on essentials, and maybe, if she begged enough, he’d let her throw in something completely unnecessary, like extra chocolate bars or a random toy from the checkout aisle.

but today? today was about chaos.

because you and his little sister had a plan.

you were pushing the cart, casually strolling through the aisles, when you stopped in front of the cereal section.

ollie, standing a few feet away, was inspecting a box of weetabix like it contained classified information, clearly debating if it was worth switching brands this week.

and that’s when his sister struck.

in the most confident, unfazed tone, she turned to you and said, “y/n, shut the hell up.”

silence.

ollie’s entire body stiffened.

his head snapped up so fast, he nearly dropped the cereal box.

his eyes darted around the aisle, taking inventory of every single person who might have overheard. a mom with a toddler. an older man squinting at the oat selection. a tesco employee stocking shelves nearby.

he whisper-yelled, his voice barely above a panicked breath.

“mate, you can’t say that! who taught you that?!”

his sister kept up the act shockingly well, simply shrugging and picking up a pack of biscuits like she hadn’t just rocked his entire world.

ollie looked at you, stunned and betrayed. “why aren’t you saying anything?!”

that was it.

you lost it.

the laughter bubbled out of you, and his sister finally cracked too, her giggles echoing through the aisle.

ollie’s expression dropped.

“oh my god,” he muttered, realization dawning.

“it’s a prank, mate,” his sister wheezed, clutching her stomach.

ollie exhaled so dramatically, you thought he might actually pass out.

he ran a hand down his face before breaking into laughter, shaking his head.

“you almost got us banned from tesco,” he exclaimed. “do you want me to die young?!”

you smirked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you’ll survive, love.”

his sister grinned. “you should’ve seen your face.”

ollie sighed, shoving the cereal into the cart with unnecessary force.

“i can't go out with you guys ever again.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you were all sitting at the dining table, enjoying a cozy meal when your child, completely unbothered, sighed heavily and muttered,

“ugh, shut the fuck up, mom.”

absolute silence.

yuki’s chopsticks slipped out of his hand, clattering loudly onto his plate.

his entire body went still as he stared at your child in pure, unfiltered shock.

for a solid three seconds, he didn’t move. didn’t blink.

then, in a sudden burst of energy, he sat up straight, his voice rising as he scolded,

“nani o itta no!? yabai yo, sore!” ("what did you just say?! that’s so bad!")

his arms flailed slightly as he continued, switching between english and japanese in classic yuki fashion.

"you don’t talk to your mom like that!"

your child, still sticking to the act, shrunk into their chair, avoiding his piercing dad glare.

you?

you were seconds away from breaking down in laughter.

but yuki wasn’t done yet.

he turned to you, clearly distressed. “where did they learn that? is it the internet?! netflix?! i knew we should’ve blocked youtube—”

that was it.

the dam burst, and you finally let out a loud laugh.

your child giggled too, kicking their legs happily under the table.

yuki froze.

his face immediately dropped, realization dawning like a slow-moving train crash.

“…wait.” his eyes narrowed. “did you two—”

your child clapped their hands. “we pranked you, daddy!”

yuki let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh known to mankind.

then, in full dramatic effect, he flopped face-first onto the table, groaning into his arms.

"i’m so done with both of you..."

you were still laughing when you reached over and ruffled his hair. “oh, come on, yuki. you have to admit, it was funny.”

he slowly lifted his head, squinting at you like he was contemplating divorcing you right then and there.

“…you are never allowed to prank me again.”

your child beamed up at him. “so… next week?��

yuki stared at them in horror.

you just smirked. “next week.”

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[the-flaneur]

the worst attempt of nnn ever

pairing: f1 grid x gn!reader [headcanon]

ft. the whole 2024 grid

summary: technically everyone wins, aka who's most likely to fail nnn the quickest

warnings: shitpost/crack, very suggestive content and some 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut

[masterlist] [requests]

fail first

lewis

this man has zero discipline when it comes to you

absolute zero, zip, zilch, nada

normally he's on you 24/7

but when it comes to the end of the season and most things have been tied up and he dgaf, what better way to end each week than by fucking your brains out

aka 25/8 times a week

so when you attempt to propose to do nnn "for fun" on the 31st, he glares at you, calls you dumb before fucking you silly overnight (until the 1st) so that you never suggest it again that month/year

(he also bribes other drivers and wags to make sure that you are NOT included in their nnn plans)

zhou

shockingly in second place

but only cause he loves you too much, finds nnn a weird tradition (when you explained the basics) and just wants to snuggle with you and sweetcorn in bed

like why make yourself unconfortable and horny when he could just be happy and satisfied (and still horny) with you :D

lando

man is so fired up about the championship battle that he doesn't entertain the notion and just fucks you the minute november starts just to make sure you know not to fuck with him

he only manages to hang onto longer than lewis and zhou cause he was tired and forgot what time it was

carlos

had planned on competing with lando, since they had done it the year before, and the year before that (aka when they were teamates)

but when he found out from you (who found out from lando's partner) that they had already failed, he said to try for a few days

you said you didn't want to

"but it might be good for us" carlos had complained, saying something no one had ever said

and so you just like seduced him like five days later then BAM WHAM, he's back to blowing your back out

not that he needed that much encouragement

pierre

just wanted to fuck you in peace for halloween after you showed up in a very hot outfit

but then charles was like oohhhh we should try this

(f u charles)

but then almost cried in the shower when he realised he couldn't jerk off either

you heard him whimpering, laughed about it and then sucked him off

he tried to hide it, but charles found out anyways

max

is usually too busy to fuck you during race weekends so, he just failed when he like normally fucked you

cause he wanted to fuck you

cause yeah...

so....yeah...

oscar

likes to pretend he's disciplined and has lots of mental restraint

(he doesn't have restraint when it comes to you)

tried to keep some distance, aka by not arriving together at the paddock

but then failed after he saw you with franco, got jealous, said f this shit and then took you in his driver's room

checo

didn't give two flying fucks

only got interested cause evens was talking about it

but throws the challenge out the windoow the minute you insinuate that he seems "weak" about you

kmag

thinks its childish but still wanted to try it

got actually comfortable with it, until you made a sexy joke

hulk

lasts longer cause kmag found it childish

but still wanted to try it too after kmag told him about it

ocon

just wanted to beat gasly

lance

wanted to fuck you

so he complained to his father about the challenge and how you were going give him a reward at the end

so evil stepmum kdrama style, lawerence comes in and tries to give you envelopes of cash to get you to fuck stroll

you gleefully refuse

you manage to negotiate three ashton martins, a ferrari laferrari, and more, before still teasing him

to which he just gives up, and waits for you

george

for those actually dedicated to doing it, he set up the betting pool and "official" rules

(no charles...touching and edging yourself is not "illegal" but you're running the sPIrIt of the challenge)

but like lost out in the second week, when he saw you were having an amazing hair day

said ok i wanna pull on it *with grabby hands* and then gave up

(everyone mocked him relentlessly afterwards)

valterri

super chill about it

tried it only cause you wanted to try it for fun

actually found it hard to be away from you (only cause you love him so much too)

but you managed to reach the third week before simply saying

"that's enough"

franco

had never heard of it

but defs wanted to try after he learnt a about it

got really pissed off by the second week cause you were also teasing him sooooo much

but you kept refusing

basically had to beg his way into convincing you "near" it, and only seeing him get really pouty did you give in

yuki

swears and glares daggers at you the entire three weeks

but he's gotta prove that big things come in small packages

and actually makes it almost to week four before passing out from sheer horniness

fernando

actually lasts longer than most people thought he would

(liam spitefully calls out that he thought nando's blue balls would fall off)

is happy he is technically the best wdc at nnn (even moreso that lewis lost first)

makes it to like the last couple of days

you get bored and tired

so now fernando is bored and tired and just fucks you

alex

certified genz brainrotter

ofc know what it is, and is demandin to win it and prove he's at least NOT a lost in one area (his words not yours)

makes it to the last few days, before you trick into letting you give him a handjob

tries to argue technicalities with george

but by then nov its over and he just gives up

charles

used all his ferrari training in patience to last this long

wanted to tell you to kys when you suggested it

but eventually he got soooo into doing it, he was policing you

however he losses cause he was stupid

you're on his jet

he forgets time zones exist

thought he won

sent a gloating text message to the gc

and [redacted] beats him on the technicality

liam

this man is going all in no regrets, gambling style 😎

even if he didn't propose it, he's definetly the most eager to prove himself (especially to fernando and checo)

he's setting up strict rules to ensure that his dick does not get anywhere near you when sleeping, eating or breathing

(in the last few days he desperately asks you to sleep in the guest bedroom cause he's this close 🤏 to caving in)

however, he resists and gets bragging rights over everyone for the rest of the year.

fail last/succeed

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[pucksandpower]

Boop!

Charles Leclerc x Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: boop! boop! boop!

Max Verstappen strolls through the paddock, his mind preoccupied with race strategy, when suddenly a finger boops his nose.

“Boop!”

He blinks in surprise to find you grinning at him mischievously. “Y/N? What are you doing?“

“Booping!” You giggle, already breezing past him.

Max just shakes his head bemused as you make your way over to Lando Norris, who is chatting animatedly with his trainer. Without pause, you reach out and boop Lando’s nose.

“Boop!”

Lando’s eyes widen comically. “Wha … Y/N!”

You merely flash him a cheeky smile before skipping off, leaving a confused Lando behind.

Lewis Hamilton raises an eyebrow as you approach, but you disarm him with a brilliant smile before booping his nose lightly.

“Boop, Lew!”

The veteran driver blinks slowly. “Well, someone’s in a playful mood today.”

“Just bringing some fun to the paddock!” You trill, already bouncing towards the next target — a very confused Oscar Piastri.

As you boop Oscar’s nose with a cheerful “Boop!” that has him staring cross-eyed, Daniel Ricciardo happens to wander over, watching the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What’s all this then?“ Daniel chuckles as Oscar shoots him a pleading look.

You spin towards Daniel with a grin. “Boop!”

The Australian laughs as you tap his nose, not even trying to dodge. “You’re proper zippy today, aren’t ya?“

With a parting wink, you flit off to find your next victim. Logan Sargeant jumps when you appear beside him and boop his nose without warning.

“Gah! Oh, it’s just you, Y/N.” Logan exhales in relief as you chirp, “Boop!”

Pierre Gasly watches you dubiously as you skip up to him. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I don’t think I want any part of-”

“Boop!”

You cut him off cheerfully by booping his nose, leaving Pierre blinking owlishly as you dance off to accost Alex Albon.

“Hey, hey, watch out!” Alex yelps as your finger lands on the tip of his nose with a decisive “Boop!”

You simply beam at him before bouncing towards Yuki Tsunoda. The young Japanese driver eyes you warily.

“What do you want?“

“Boop!” You poke his nose lightly.

“What does that even mean?“ Yuki mutters in bafflement as you skip away, already focusing on your next target.

Fernando Alonso regards you with an arched eyebrow as you approach. You don’t even break stride, swiftly booping his nose with a cheeky “Boop!” before carrying on, leaving the eldest rookie of F1 faintly bemused.

Spotting George Russell chatting with Lance Stroll, you make a beeline for the duo. As you reach them, you boop first George’s nose with a bright “Boop!” earning a surprised blink, then turn and boop Lance, calling out a cheery “Boop!”

Lance gapes at you. “Did you just … boop me?“

“Yep!” You shoot him a sunny smile before whirling off in search of new targets.

As you roam the paddock, your gaze lands on your boyfriend laughing with his mechanics. Shooting him a mischievous look, you zip over and stand on your tiptoes to plant a loud “Boop!” on his nose.

Charles jerks back, eyes widening comically before focusing on you. “Mon amour? What are you doing?“

You bite your lip coquettishly, eyes sparkling as you watch him process what just happened.

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corners of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Quick as a flash, he reaches out to boop your nose lightly. “Boop!”

You let out a delighted laugh as he pulls you into his arms, cradling your face in his hands as he gazes at you adoringly. Your smiles mingle barely a breath apart before Charles leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that sends butterflies fluttering in your belly.

As he draws back, eyes twinkling, Charles murmurs, “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you suddenly decide to go around booping everyone’s noses today?“

You grin up at him impishly. “Well, there’s this thing called tumbl-”

[csainzoperator]

college boyfriend pt. 2 ☆

summary: texts from your college boyfriend

f reader×driver!

read part 1 here!

trigger warnings: nicknames, mentions of eating, curse words, mentions of sex, suggestive, idk if there are any more (?)

an: i hope you guys have fun reading this one! i brought in new drivers 😝😝, please leave comments and let me know what you think!

lando, oscar, alex, logan, daniel

mick, pierre, yuki, ollie, franco

end

always open for requests! love you pooksters :)

[astonmartinii]

match my freak | yuki tsunoda social media au

pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem rugby player reader

there's only one person who can match the yuki tsunoda radio freak...

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511: spa was fine i guess, time to spend my summer break in france (ew) supporting the love of my life (yay)

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user1: 'fine i guess' as if we didn't get YOINTS

user2: tbf if my gf looked like that, points also wouldn't matter to me

pierregasly: FRANCE (EW)??? DID OUR HOMOEROTIC TENSION MEAN NOTHING???

yukitsunoda0511: oh so when i diss france we had homoerotic tension but when i said we were boyfriends i went too far 🤨

pierregasly: diss me all you want but not the homeland?

yukitsunoda0511: fine, i will from 5pm tomorrow

pierregasly: ???

yukitsunoda0511: because y/n will be there and therefore it will be the ONLY country in existence

pierregasly: i give up

user3: i need a man this down bad for me asap

user4: maybe it's time to lower my height requirements :(

yourusername: it's not how tall you are but how you are tall

user5: idk what the fuck that means

yourusername: IT MEANS SHORT KINGS PUT IN A LOT OF EFFORT WHY DO I HAVE TO SPELL OUT EVERYTHING? WHERE IS THE MEDIA LITERACY? THE READ COMPREHENSION?

user6: okay i think i now know ^^ why y/n and yuki are so good together

user7: i need someone to edit together their most iconic on field and radio moments together please for my mental health

yourusername: that's a crazy coincidence because the love of MY life will also be in paris 🤨

yukitsunoda0511: well i bet i love my love of my life more than you love your love of your life

yourusername: NUH UH

yukitsunoda0511: yep :PPPPPPP

yourusername: u wanna fight?

yukitsunoda0511: yes actually!

yourusername: well soz babe i can't get all hot and bothered before competing 🤷‍♀️

yukitsunoda0511: BORING

yourusername

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yourusername: seeing yuki again: 10/10 ... realising he's not allowed in the olympic village and there's only cardboard beds anyway -100,000/10

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user12: so i suddenly understand why they give out so many condoms at the olympics

user13: why do they all go so feral?

yourusername: have you seen my man?

yourusername: AND THAT'S A RHETORICAL QUESTION TO SHOW OFF MY HANDSOME LITTLE MAN NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU BITCHES TO THIRST

user14: noted 😔

pierregasly: i'm the one with a bad digital footprint but you're out here being just as horny as me on main

yourusername: i am allowed to ?

pierregasly: and i'm not allowed to?

yourusername: no

pierregasly: so fuck me i guess?

yourusername: let me be a woman in a male dominated field (being gross online)

yukitsunoda0511: yeah pierre stop trying to minimise womens' voices

pierregasly: how am i the bad guy again?

yourusername: man ❤️

pierregasly: yuki is a man?

yourusername: he's MY man which means he's been closely vetted and is basically one of the girls now

user14: i know visa cashapp rb or whatever the fuck they're called hate to see them coming

user15: it's the fact she's taller than most of the mechanics and she is always watching over them

yukitsunoda0511: i missed you so much but i can't wait to watch you beat the shit out of the competition

yourusername: for you, anything

yukitsunoda0511: a gold? so at least one of us can be world champion 🥺

yourusername: i'll win gold for you and then schedule in a friendly visit to see helmut

yukitsunoda0511: i think your mere presence could give him a heart attack

yourusername: oh well

user16: so real of her

olympics

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olympics: the women's rugby final saw gold go home to new zealand!

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user17: okay yuki i am SEEING THE VISION

user18: i watched this game to see her and i am a changed woman

user19: i am no better than a man

danielricciardo: my personal favourite moment was when y/n clotheslined that poor girl, laughed in her face and said if she tried to get past her again she'd make trinket dishes out of her knee caps

yourusername: why thank you, i think my wit is my least appreciated part of my game

danielricciardo: i think we should honestly get you in the commentary box

yourusername: i'd make mince meat of crofty, he'd never say anything about yuki's radios again

danielricciardo: can you tell them to stop telling me to retire while you're at it?

yourusername: sure, i'm feeling generous

danielricciardo: a gold medal will do that to you

user20: so they weren't joking when they said that her and yuki are just the same person in different fonts ?

user21: my commentary team apologised about 20 times for her swearing on the broadcast but then they kept bursting out laughing whenever she said anything

yukitsunoda0511: HOLY FUCKING SHIT

yukitsunoda0511: GOAT GOAT GOAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE GOAT

yukitsunoda0511: i'm so proud, i love you y/n 🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹

yourusername: i love you too boo

yukitsunoda0511: can they let me in the room now? i'm getting withdrawal symptoms :(

yourusername: of course, i can't celebrate properly without you

yukitsunoda0511: 😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄

user22: picturing yuki waiting outside the team room is so cute

user23: the nz team instagram posted a pic of it on their story he had flowers and balloons (∩˃o˂∩)♡

yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511: she matches my freak :)

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user25: oh believe me we know

user26: i'm like a confusing mix of scared AND turned on

yukitsunoda0511: you keep that to yourself

user27: okay sir 🤨

yukitsunoda0511: you can look but you can't touch :P

yukitsunoda0511: actually don't even look

yukitsunoda0511: don't even think about her ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

user28: this man is insane, i love him

yourusername: you LIKE HIM YOU APPRECIATE HIM FROM AFAR YOU MAYBE HAVE A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP YOU DON'T LOVE HIM THAT'S FOR ME AND ME ONLY

user29: oh they weren't joking about matching each other's freaks

yourusername: there's no one else i'd like to be a lil gremlin with :3

yukitsunoda0511: gremlins forever with you <3

yourusername: sounds like paradise to me !!

yukitsunoda0511: i'm on it ✍🏻

user30: is he going to propose ???

user31: hopefully (ㅅ •᷄ ₃•᷅ )

pierregasly: yeah i guess you guys are kinda cute

yukitsunoda0511: kINDA?

yourusername: i know this man ain't speaking on us

yourusername: kika is the face economy in that relationship

yourusername: her back must hurt from carrying the style in this couple

francisca.cgomez: well 🥹

pierregasly: WHAT ? HOW ?

yukitsunoda0511: don't call my girlfriend kinda cute then 🤨

user32: good lord

fin.

note: she's back !!!!!

[multicohn]

summary: isack thought that being brought into formula one meant that he would have a new teammate and potential mentor. what he didn't expect was to be adopted by yuki and his girlfriend

warnings: cursing ( duh ), violence / threats ( in a joking way )

pairing: fem! reader x yuki tsunoda ( romantic ), fem! reader x yuki tsunoda x isack hadjar ( platonic )

genre: smau fluff, comfort, established relationship ( reader x yuki )

face claim: no one in particular, just random couples off pinterest

author note: they’ve become my new fav ( divas ) teammates

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user: MY PARENTS ARE FINALLY REUNITED

user: mama y papa

user: WE MISSED YOU IN THE PADDOCK QUEEN

landonorris: drop the location 👀

| youruser: they have a tank full of fish.

| landonorris: IM MOR SCARED OF FISH I JUST DONT LIKE EATING THEM

| youruser: yeah okay

yukitsunoda0511: shayla?

| youruser: it’s a tiktok thing, i’ll show you later

| yukitsunoda0511: okay

| yukitsunoda0511: and i missed you too baby 💖

| youruser: 🥹

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youruser

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youruser: home is where the heart is or whatever this say

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user: THEYRE SO CUTE

user: yuki is so bf coded

| youruser: I KNOW I START TO CRY OVER HIM but then i remember that i can cry TOO HIM

| user: you’re so real for that

francisca.cgomes: favs ❤️

| youruser: i luv luv u

user: MY PARENTS FOR REAL

isackhadjar: it was nice meeting you

| youruser: it was nice meeting you too!

user: not isack being a third wheel LMAO

liamlawson30: thank god i don’t have to see you’s acting all lovey dovey anymore

| youruser: kys

| liamlawson30: ON THE MAIN ACCOUNT????

yukitsunoda0511: my love

( see translation )

| youruser: love when you whip out the japanese

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redbullracing: max would like to have a word about that…

| youruser: swear at him

| redbullracing: i fear of being fired

| youruser: tell him to message me himself

| redbullracing: 🫡

user: ISACK BEING YUKIS FRID KIDNOMG 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511: really

| youruser: LOOK AT THE WAY YOURE LOOKING AT HIM

| yukitsunoda0511: i was looking at you actually

| youruser: oakansk

user: tbh, now im kinda glad they didn’t promote him cause i would’ve missed out on this duo

maxverstappen1: 🤨

| youruser: you’re just using them as test dummies.

| maxverstappen1: THIS IS DEFAMATION

| youruser: aw max i didn’t know you knew such a big word 🥺

| maxverstappen1: give him back

| youruser: YOU HAVE 5 OTHERS

| maxverstappen1: I HAD 6 TO START WITH

| youruser: GO AWAY

| youruser: IM TELLING KELLY ON YOU

isackhadjar: 🥹

| youruser: 🫂

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youruser

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youruser: JAPAN I LOVE YOU

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youruser: MY BABY GOT P3

youruser: HE WAS ON THE PODIUM

youruser: MY YUKI

youruser: SOBBING STILL

youruser: ALSO ISACK P5 🥳🥳👏 congrats isackhadjar

user: yuki tearing up while being up there and then seeing y/n crying her heart out got me

user: it was long overdue

user: YODIUM

user: AND IT WAS AT HIS HOME RACE

user: y/n is so real for mentioning isack

| user: THIS HE DROVE INCREDIBLY

user: isack and y/n hugging while celebrating yuki — THATS HIS FAMILY UOUR HONOUR

yukitsunoda0511: i couldn’t have done it without.

| youruser: MY PODIUM DRIVER GUYS

| youruser: i love you so much

isackhadjar: thanks y/n! hopefully we can be on the podium together at some stage

| youruser: you’s definitely will! hoping it doesn’t take that long

| isackhadjar: you and me both 😅

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user: 3 RACES??? LETS GO

user: please don’t separate them 🙏

user: wonder if isack is with them

| youruser: he is!

| user: THATS SO CUTE

maxverstappen1: no thank you?

| youruser: for what

| maxverstappen1: FOR USING MY PLANE???

| youruser: THIS IS CHARLES’ PLANE WTH ARE UOU ON ABOUT

| maxverstappen1: we share planes

| youruser: that’s probably one of the biggest loads of bs ive ever heard

| youruser: YOURE NOT GETTING ISACK BACK SHOO GO AWAY

| maxverstappen1: you’ve been warned

| youruser: if you make yuki dnf ill drag you out of that car and beat you in front of everyone

| maxverstappen1: i’ll like to see you try ☺️

| youruser: 🔪

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511: few pics of the last few days since she leaves me soon :(

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user: just fell in my knees in my kitchen

user: NO YOURE LYING

user: WHAT ABOUT ISACK ???!!?!!!

maxverstappen1: finally

| kellypiquet: max please

| youruser: GETS HIS ASS KELLS

pierregasly: alone at last 👀

| yukitsunoda0511: 🫢🫣

| francisca.cgomes: this means i get y/n for the next few weeks 🤭🤭

| yukitsunoda0511: wait

| youruser: we were supposed to keep this private kiks 😪

| francisca.cgomes: im sorry my love but i just couldn’t take it anymore

| pierregasly: it seems ive made a mistake

youruser: im going to miss you so much

| yukitsunoda0511: :(

isackhadjar: i already miss you 😭

| youruser: ISACK MY SON 😭😭

| youruser: im going to miss you the most

| yukitsunoda0511: ⁉️

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user: OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

user: yuki and isack CAN NOT be separated now

| user: i will throw hands dont even test me rn

visacashapprb: we have so many tiktok ideas

| youruser: idk if i should be happy or scared

| visacashapprb: you’ll see ☺️

| youruser: 😨

maxverstappen1: im suing you for emotional distress

| youruser: im actually going to block you

| maxverstappen1: GUVE HIM BACK

| youruser: NO

kellypiquet: max is having a breakdown

| youruser: ARE YOU SERIOUS

| kellypiquet: very

| youruser: idk if i should apologise or laugh 🧍‍♀️

| kellypiquet: neither

| kellypiquet: it’s quite funny

| youruser: LMAO

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youruser: my boys <3

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user: lowkey thankful that yuki didn’t move or else we wouldn’t get this

| youruser: same honestly

user: vcarb should do the “just you and me and us and your friend steve” audio

| visacashapprb: 👀

lilymhe: why can’t i have a grid kid?

| alex_albon: we use to have two…

| logansargeant: USE TOO??? i see how it is

| alex_albon: wait no

user: i love when drivers and their gfs take care of the younger drivers

| user: the fact that yuki isn’t even that much older than isack is taking me out 😭

maxverstappen1: 🕳🚶‍♂️

pepemartiofficial: can i be adopted too?

| youruser: MY NEW SON

| isackhadjar: MY NEW BROTHER

| yukitsunoda0511: oh

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