Rivals Of The Track

Sunshine behinde the camera

At just 18 years old, Isabela Ferreira, affectionately known as “Sunshine” by the McLaren Formula 1 Racing team, lands her dream job as their new team photographer. Hailing from Brazil, Isabela’s vibrant spirit and keen eye for capturing the thrill of the race quickly make her a beloved figure among the drivers, fans, and crew. But behind her bright smile and stunning photographs lies a challenging home life, as she navigates the emotional aftermath of her parents’ divorce.

As Sunshine immerses herself in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, she finds unexpected support from the drivers both on and off the grid. They become her mentors, friends, and protectors, helping her through the toughest moments. With their encouragement, Sunshine learns to balance her passion for photography with the complexities of her personal life, discovering strength she never knew she had.

started: 10.08.24

last updated: 13.08.24

2024 season

The beginning

Testing

Bahrain/Sachir

Saudi-Arabia/ Dschidda

Australia/ Melbourne

Japan/ Suzuka

China/ Shanghai

USA/Miami

Italy/ Imola

Monaco/ Monte-Carlo

Canada/ Montreal

Spain/ Barcelona

Austria/ Spielberg

Great Brittan/ Silverstone

Hungary/ Hungaroring

Belgum/ Spa-Francorchamps

Summerbreak

Netherlands/ Zandvoort

Italy/ Monza

Azerbaidshan/ Baku

Singapur/ Singapur

USA/ Austin

Mexico/ Mexico

Brasil/ Sao Paulo

USA/ Las Vegas

Qatar/ Losail

Abu Dhabi/ Yas Marina

Winterbreak

Moon Star

Marc Spector x Daughter!reader

Summary- After the snap the relationship you had with your father, Marc Spector is nothing of what it was before. The love he once harbored are all memories, and the responsibility he had over his own child he left to his parents and Layla. It isn’t until you’re 18 that you join Layla’s side for adventures Marc never wanted you to join, you become best friends, she becomes your mother. And it’s when you’re finally out back in London that things begin to go awry and your father crosses your life again, only he says he isn’t your father but rather Steven Grant. It hurts to hear him deny the fact, hear him turn you down and ignore you, you’re set to finally forget about him, but then you have no choice but to go on an adventure with him, Layla and the egyptian god Khonshu.

What does the adventure hold? Salvation for your relationship with your father? Pain? Or a very special opportunity…

Season 1:

Chapter 1: Wolf

Chapter 2: Isn’t it strange?

Chapter 3: All for love

Chapter 4: Heart to heart

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Chapter 5: Spider-boy

Chapter 6: Daddy’s girl

Chapter 7: Should I stay or Should I go?

Marvin Gayne (faceclaim)

My cat is a demon

A/n: I go back to Uni next week. So sad. I'm set on who to put reader with now, but I've also got a new little thing for Frederik Vesti... so if you guys would like anything for that pls let me know... cause the Vesti fanfics are scarceeeee. Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader Summary: One of readers cats is a menace to society. Warning: none???

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Meet Cosmic Creepers. @ georgerussell63 thinks he's a demon in disguise, but he's really just a kooky little guy 🐈‍⬛

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This was Lando after Cossie bit him

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He may be a menace, but he has my heart. Here's some smiley pics of my gorgeous and cute demonic cat... I know you all love him really. Who can stay mad at that face... 💙💙

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A Star At Home - F1 Grid

Summary: Her first home race, y/n has part of the duo that have pulled quickly Williams back from the depth. They've overtaken Mercedes, Ferrari and Red Bull in results for 2026 in the new regs and only sees a challenge in McLaren for P1. They're battling the top of the field. A lot rests on her shoulders but she's made no enemies.

Sidenote: Yes, I'm manifesting the greatest team comeback in the sport. Williams will rise to championship fighting, I believe in them.

British!reader

Warnings: Major character death, graphic descriptions of blood.

No part 2 requests please

Silverstone. The home race. Both for y/n and the team, and even for Alex though he races under the Thai flag, this is home really (*cough* I'm talking to you British media *cough*).

"Y/n, you look a buzz for the weekend. I don't think I've ever seen you smiling so much." Laura states as y/n appears on the stage for Thursday media.

"I'm having the best time ever. Oh my gosh, Silverstone was amazing in F2 and amazing in F3. I love being home so much. It never fails to just...make everything better than I could dream for it to be. You guys are the best people on the planet and I say that with all honesty and definitely a lot of bias." Y/n laughs always capable of charming a whole crowd of people while Alex is a little more awkward beside her. "I'm actually looking forward to trying to see the F2 and F3 sessions when I have the time."

Though he is quickly pulled into he conversation with y/n noticing him somewhat left out.

"Poor Alex has been holding my hand through every second, he's probably going to get a cramp in the car." Y/n smiles as Laura shifts the conversation over to Alex for a while.

Eventually they step down and y/n is pulled off to do some media pen stuff where Lewis also greets her catching her to talk for a bit and forcing the group to wait.

"You're going to do great. I'm sure I'll get to have a great time watching you battle the McLarens like always." Lewis jokes earning a grin from the young woman.

"Well so long as I don't lose my nerve or just bottle it." Y/n laughs only making Lewis tsk. "Don't 21 me, yeah?"

"Y/n Y/l/n." Lewis gasps then laughing. "You'll be fine. I've gotta go, but I'll catch you later."

-

Y/n grins bouncing up and down on her feet before she actually jogs around her side of the garage giving everyone high fives and thanks before she smiles moving to her helmet and putting in her ear pieces and balaclava ahead of FP1.

"Just remember it's practice, don't get too excited out there. We want the car in one piece for FP2." Her train, Miko jokes earning a smile before he he pats the top of her head and she grins getting the ok from her race engineer, Archie gives her the thumbs up to get in.

She's strapped in and radio checks before her screens are brought down and she just talks through the plan with Archie.

"I'm allowing you the outlap to relish in this first few moments in an F1 car." Archie states as she waves to the crowds.

"Thank you." Y/n laughs before she sighs.

"You're not going to cry are you? I'll force you to box."

"No. Twat." Y/n giggles before she decides to pick up the pace again. "Time to focus, I am already enjoying this though. It's good to be home."

"I think the fans agree, it's good to have you home." Archie chuckles since the fans are really cheering for her as she passes the grandstand. "Maybe they'll have a y/n grandstand next year."

"Don't get my hopes up." Y/n laughs before she begins to build up on the last few corners for the push lap.

-

Y/n's first two practice went well, top 3 as expected and after the third practice, going into qualifying she is actually feeling confident.

The only problem is, the McLaren's and Alex are also feeling pretty good and on one lap pace the Ferraris aren't half bad from the look of things.

Q1 and Q2 go smoothly, but going out for her first run in Q3 she's feeling new nerves accompany her adrenaline rush.

"I don't know if this one is going to be it." Y/n mumbles on the outlap.

"Good thing we've got another go after this one, but just give it everything and then we box afterwards. We just need the banker lap, alright?"

"Copy." Y/n mumbles still not feeling the confidence she had felt in the practice sessions.

She speeds around for her push lap and despite her feeling completely unfaithful in her abilities she spots her time jump up on the screen knowing that Archie will hesitate to inform her.

"Box this lap."

"That's going to be easy to beat." Y/n sighs shaking her head. "Fuck sake."

"We'll discuss once you've boxed. Oscar 8 seconds on a push lap."

When y/n gets back to the pits she sighs starting to discuss where to improve and after a few minutes, y/n is sent back out with the rest of the top 10.

"Head down. This is home." Archie states in what she's sure is meant to be motivation but really just makes her feel like she's about to put in such a bad lap that the crowd might actually think she's mocking the sport entirely.

"Ok, before I start my lap. I don't want to know until I'm in the pitlane ok?" Y/n instructs earning agreement from Archie as he looks over at James, a moment which is caught on camera.

Y/n starts her flying lap as the last driver to cross the line managing to shake off her nerves and just focus completely on the lap.

She gets through the lap and actually it didn't feel quite as shoddy as her banker but Archie doesn't say anything till she's in the pitlane.

"That's P2, baby. Get up there and come see the team. You have a front row start at home." Archie finally utters making her almost slump and begin to laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"I hope you're talking to yourself. It's your own abilities you doubted." Archie states as she pulls up. "P0, and out you get the team are waiting for you."

Y/n laughs climbing out the car, managing to squeeze herself out around the steering wheel before she bounds over to the team laughing as she jumps into the crowd getting pats.

It's not pole, but front row as a rookie at their home race is pretty damn impressive.

In fact in both team and driver the front row is Brits and the top three is Brits with Alex taking P3.

Y/n smiles hugging both Alex and Lando before she moves to get weighed before finally getting her helmet and balaclava off.

"Y/n y/l/n, I mean that was special-"

"Not special enough for pole, but I didn't want to ruin Lando's day." Y/n jokes making Lando move over poking her side before giving her a side hug.

"She's very special, everyone should be giving her a cheer. Especially after that awful banker."

"Oww...I'll get you for that, watch yourself on the first corner." Y/n jokes before pushing him away and refocuses on the interviewer. "Sorry, go on."

"No, it is nice to see. You were quite negative after that first lap but first row is very good and you have got yourself quite the company going into the first corner. How you feeling about tomorrow?"

"I would like to think my maiden win as a rookie could come tomorrow but that's quite cocky and overconfident even for me. So a podium on any step will suffice. Maybe I'll push for a fastest lap and if any fans want to stop giving Lando driver of the day every day then I'd happily take the votes."

-

Y/n smiles feeling Lewis nudge her as he arrives to stand next to her for the anthem.

"It's starting to get a little crowded in this line up of Brits for the anthem...might be time to retire. I'd give up my spot but I'm far too young and talented." Y/n teases making the older man chuckle and give her a side hug before they space out, her between himself and Lando while George stands on Lando's other side.

"So mean." Lewis laughs while y/n just grins and then the anthem is announced and the four Brits stand proud and tall as they are meant to.

Then it's over and y/n is rushing back to her car along with all the other drivers heading backwards.

Archie talks to her while Miko holds everything at the ready and within a few minutes she's in the cockpit and awaiting the start of the race.

Her start for the formation lap isn't perfect but once she's back in the P2 spot she forces herself to shake it off. One bad start doesn't mean another bad start follows.

She puffs out a couple breaths watching as the red lights appear one by one and then after a few beats, they're gone and thankfully she's speeding forward into turn 1.

Annoying she makes it out unscathed but Alex and Charles both get ahead of her. Charles gets into P2 which definitely earns annoyance from Alex too, the Ferrari driver is in the 3rd fastest car and just overtook them both.

And so she ends up fighting them both as they go through the first lap with Lando scampering away while the three battle for 2nd.

It's in the third lap with the field still not spread out much that y/n tries to at least get past Alex. What she doesn't expect is for him to try and get past Charles not paying mind to her. In a split second y/n's world literally turns upside down.

By the error is that they were going into copse and the sharp swerve leave her car completely out of control. Pieces fly off as the gravel doesn't slow the momentum but instead just wrecks the car. In fact the gravel seems to add to the damage.

Agony strikes up and down her body, she can't locate a body part in more pain than another but when she stops moving she's blacked out for a couple seconds. Cameras removed themselves from watching the scene but nothing stopped the spectators from bearing witness to the mangled ball that's left of a car. Her legs up to her shins exposed from the severe damage of the car.

Her radio is too damaged for messages to come through or be sent and all anyone can do is watch marshals rush to her aid, but she's in a hard spot to get to quickly.

Y/n wakes herself feeling her body screaming in pain, it's only when she looks down and sees the something had managed to stab into her thigh and fly out that panic sets in all pain sourced there. It has to be more than just a deep cut.

Blood is pouring into what's left of the cockpit.

"Red flag. Red flag. Y/n is out in copse." All the race engineers state through the radios.

"Is she ok?" Alex asks in concern since he'd seen her.

"Just come into the pitlane."

Most of the drivers ask, many of them having seen her crash right in front of them, the red flag was raised before the crash even stopped. The extent of it being bad enough that there wasn't anyone who could think she was going to be ok.

Y/n's adrenaline is keeping her awake but it's also causing more bleeding and when Dr Ian Roberts appears she can't stop crying.

"I can't move. I can't get up." Y/n cries when they appear but audible scream rips through the air when they apply pressure, the spectators flinching, some parents of children have already started leaving to save them anymore trauma.

In the blinding pain, y/n's body goes into shock right there and the race to get her out is on.

Meanwhile drivers are climbing out their cars. Some marching for answers, some seeming to treat it like any red flag. But more than a couple notice Alex actually stumble back from the pit wall after he's spoken to James then the team principal is walking inside being caught by Toto and only a few words are exchanged before James is gone and the Austrian has also paled.

Before Lewis has the chance to catch the Austrian, he's disappeared into the Mercedes garage and out the back.

"What's happening?" Lewis asks moving to Fred as Charles practically runs from the pit lane.

"It is looking unlikely that we will continue the race...Y/n's condition is...bad. I do not know the extent but I know they have struggled in getting her out the car in fear of moving her causing more injury.' Fred states while Lewis suddenly feels like he's aged 20 years in 10 seconds.

Word spreads quickly and while the red flag has officially been into an early race end. No news of when or if it will start comes around.

Eventually drivers are called into a meeting with all team principals included. James at the front of the room and for the first time ever he's showing emotion that gives makes the room drop in temperature.

"We wanted to inform drivers second to having y/n's family and loved ones informed." Stefano states looking like a broken man. "Y/n was lost to her injuries on trackside. The race will obviously not resume."

He decides to leave out the specifies that she lost too much blood and despite all efforts to resuscitate her. By the time they could try, too much blood was gone and nothing could bring her back. Her heart had given out and the adrenaline that had initially woken her up and kept her conscious before the pain became unbearable was nothing.

The room is unmoved. Everyone unable to comprehend the reality.

Y/n can't be dead.

She was so...alive.

Y/n was laughing and joking and she spent the driver's parade dodging the interviews because she wanted to talk to everyone while they were driving around.

Alex suddenly breaks the frozen image literally pushing his chair over before he storms out the room making the rest finally react. Finally feel the weight of their emotions.

Lewis hunches over hiding his face in his hands much like his teammate who has felt too much loss in his life and now he's forced to see another person he cared for so dearly be taken from this earth.

There a choked breath before another driver leaves, Max leaving with Oscar following not far after and Lando before slowly everyone has filtered out.

-

It took only a 30 minutes for the drivers to become aware of photos of videos some that appear to be of y/n's last breaths making the rounds online from spectators on the grandstands.

The sight of her soaked white suit, red and nearer the obvious wound, black with the stain of her blood.

"I don't care! That-That should be illegal. That is a person! That is our friend and she has died and they are posting her-" Max chokes on his words as he speaks to Stefano among some other FIA personnel as other drivers hear the shouting and head out to back the champion up. "That is y/n! Find them and have them ban. Smash their phone. Shame them! We cannot allowed this."

"Max is right. These pictures and videos should not be shared. Even if it's not to protect y/n, then to respect her family and friends-us! We have to see that knowing her and know the pain she was in." Lewis states feeling his ache and hollowness be replaced with anger.

He didn't play the videos, someone else did in the Ferrari unit but the screams will haunt him. They'll stay with him. No crowd chatter of concern could drown out her pain. Her cries for help.

Some drivers had even saw the pictures of the pooled blood on the gravel.

A promise of getting hold of each and every person who has posted the videos and pictures and full intention of bringing justice to the fact that there should've never been such inhumane actions of sharing them in the first place.

-

They allowed everyone a couple days.

All the drivers attended the quickly arranged funeral. Lewis, Alex, Lando and Charles being of the few who helped to carry her coffin.

Alex hasn't spoken since the day of the race. His family and Lily have tried but he's assigned blame of the accident to himself after trying to stomach the replays at least up to the swerve, though James had done everything to stop him from watching the clips.

He isn't the only one who felt at fault. Charles had felt he did wrong, though that is a little harder to justify. He only played a part in that he was the car Alex was aiming to overtake. Other than that there was no part he played in the sudden incident.

Watching her dad step up to the podium to give the eulogy there is nothing more soul-destroying.

"I want to apologise if I do not manage to keep my composure. I'm a grieving father to the last thing I had left." Y/d/n states reminding everyone of the fact that actually less than a year ago her lost his wife, y/n's mother to illness. Not publicly shared but the pain of loss is no less no matter the illness. Now he's lost the daughter he so publicly supported.

He was at the race. He had to watch. He had to witness the moments that led up to his own child's death.

"Y/n was a star from the moment she was born. I knew it. Her mum had tried everything to get her away from karts, said-said they were dangerous for someone as small as y/n. So I did everything to make it safer. I would add extra padding to her seat and to her rib protector. But I never wanted to hold her back from pursuing her dream and when she discovered F1, trying to inform her that women didn't drive in F1 was like trying to take a bone from a dog. Despite my trying to make her understand that her dream was nearly impossible. I wanted to support her though, and she climbed and fought her way through the ranks, she proved herself time and time again and when James Vowles took a chance on her. Put her in a seat. She cried that day and she promised to make me proud. In that moment, I mistakenly didn't correct her in saying I was already more proud of her than she could've ever imagined."

There a brief pause the man wiping tears with a tissue as someone gets up from their seat and exits. Thankfully not one of the drivers but another family member who clearly can't bear to handle this speech.

"I didn't express my pride verbally because I assumed it was always so obvious. But that is a mistake I'll carry with me for the rest of my life." Y/d/n looks down at his notes seeming to try and recall what he wanted to say. "To the drivers who drove alongside y/n, I thank you for being here. She had always spoken so highly of you all, she said that there wasn't a driver she didn't want to befriend because she had no intention of enemies. I also want to-I want to thank you for protecting her even later after...It was passed onto me that you had all demanded justice in a moment where as her family we in that moment were too weak to act and the use of your power and the respect towards y/n's memory in your actions coming together is something you may not feel we owe you for but I hope to communicate my thanks. I'd also like to thank everyone within F1, the drivers, the Williams team and anyone else who may have had a friendship or even acquaintance with y/n. Because I find great comfort in knowing she was loved and cared for and she felt that during her-short career. I hope I'm not asking much in that you carry her even just silently in your thoughts for however long you can. Not many of you knew her for long but she was special and even if it is just a passing thought, I would like to think her memory will live on through each of you."

-

Y/n's commemoration comes the following day with y/d/n, the drivers on the grid along with the teams and even a significant amount of former drivers appear wanting to pay their respects.

With Silverstone not due to be in use within the next couple weeks, they are allowed to place the flowers down in copse where they done every thing to clean up the gravel like it never happened.

"You shouldn't ever think of blaming yourself." Y/d/n states finding Alex looking at the spot as he has been for nearly 10 minutes, his bouquet for her among the masses. "Alex, you can't blame yourself for this. If it was anyone's error, as much as it physically pains me. It was y/n-"

"I wasn't looking behind me for her at all. I was so focused on passing Charles-"

"She never should've tried not while being able to see much more easily what you were doing." Y/d/n frowns as tears gather in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. We are supposed to be honouring y/n and I'm making this about me."

"Alex...you are now carrying the team especially since James has decided any replacement for y/n will require multiple races. To give the team time to heal-including you."

Alex nods, he actually wasn't aware of that. He'd hardly communicated with anyone in the team though that is more of his doing than anyone.

"Whoever replaces y/n won't be able to live up to her. I can't even do that." Alex admits then wincing. "She was the best of us and with more time-"

"I know, but...now we all have to not live with what she could've been because she won't ever be that." Y/d/n states then sighing. "I was hoping you might help me and might pull other drivers in that you know she was close to...Silverstone wants to build her a memorial and I want the people she drove with and worked with to be the ones who design it."

"You'll help-"

"I've done my part and I'm afraid now I have to go home and...remember her there. Please, I'm entrusting this to you because she may not have told you. But she very much looked up to you and admired you a lot. So if you would lead the memorial and invite me to see the finished product then I'd appreciate it."

Alex takes a moment, looking at the exhausted man.

Really looking at him.

Y/d/n is worn and beaten by his grief, if he admitted he's not slept since y/n's crash then Alex would believe him. Clearly he needs rest and to recover from yet another life stripped and dragged from him so unwillingly.

"I'll make it a memorial that is perfect for y/n." Alex promises earning is very small and still forced smiled.

Sleepy

Summary : You're always tired, and Paul's always there to make sure that you get enough sleep even if it means missing him race.

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1.2 k

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A/N: This is for my sleepy people who like me always need a nap or two during the day.

When you first started dating Paul it didn’t cross your mind to tell him how tired you actually got because it was never something that got in the way until you started following him to Grand Prix’s. Going with him was rare because your studies came first, and he understood that thankfully, there were times when you could still be together. 

But this weekend you’d joined him at the Monaco Grand Prix because well it’s Monaco. You’d decided to stay in the hotel room for practice catching up on the work that you’d missed during your journey to Monaco. 

For qualifying you’d gone down to the Hitech garage sitting in the dressing room for Paul and his teammate Amaury. Sitting down as you watched Paul getting suited up with your eyes closing due to a mixture of being tired and the jetlag that was still catching up with you. 

Paul walked over, pushing a couple of strands out of your face as you looked up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest 

“Why didn't you say that you're feeling tired, armastus?” He asked softly (Love) 

“I was feeling okay until I sat down and stopped doing anything” You explained, and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple 

“Please have a nap while I’m at quali” You sighed 

“I want to watch you though baby” You looked up at him as Paul ran a hand through your hair 

“I know you do, armastus, but remember what happened last time you stayed up to watch me?” He asked and, you nodded, looking down a little 

“Yeah I remember” You had gotten overtired at the last Grand Prix that you’d attended and almost ended up passing out, walking back to the hotel. 

“Okay so please just have a nap, armastus. I promise that I’ll give you a lap by lap when we get back to the hotel room and even though I know you’ll fall asleep listening to me but then I at least know you’re safe” You nodded looking up at him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips 

“Be safe out there baby” You smiled up at him 

“You know I will be” He smiled, kissing you before leaving the room, and you moved to lay down on the massage table in the middle of the room, waving to Amaury as he left. 

You slept for the whole of qualifying and through the debriefs, only waking up when you heard Paul and Amaury talking about the car as they walked back into the dressing room. You rubbed your eyes as you looked over in the direction of the voices. Both boys placed their helmets and water bottles down, a clear sign they hadn’t been there long. Paul looked over a smile forming on his face as he saw you awake. 

Keeping up his conversation, he walked over sitting on the massage table next to you as he rubbed a comforting hand across your back. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the comforting touch and the comforting sounds of his voice. 

You hadn’t realised that while Paul was sitting there that you’d actually fallen back asleep again under his touch and warm voice. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm in general. Paul had crouched down in front of you once he was ready to leave for the day, gently rubbing your arm and pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Armastus it’s time to go home” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stirred awake. Looking about to get your surroundings before setting your eyes on Paul, who had a small smile on his face 

“Time to get you back to the hotel darling” He smiled and you nodded sitting up with Paul’s help because he always finds a way to have physical contact with you when possible. 

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep” You whispered, and he nodded 

“I know you didn’t but you did, and that’s okay” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he took your hand and bag, walking out of the dressing room with you. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind about you constantly just wanting to nap and not leave the house. He didn’t care because when you wanted to nap, it meant extra cuddles for him, and he loved the contact even if he was meant to be working. 

There were often times when Paul was meant to be on Zoom meetings however, you wanted a nap, so you came first. He’d sit in bed while you lay with your head on his chest - where he placed it - and he’d do the Zoom meeting on his phone from bed. It didn’t go down well with the higher ups to begin with, but once they realised that he wasn’t ever going to change his setup, they stopped caring. 

Walking through the paddock to the car park felt like it was taking forever. Maybe that’s because you’d just woken up, and you still weren’t quite fully awake, or maybe it’s just because Formula Two really felt like putting their paddock the furthest away from the entrance. 

Paul kept one arm around your waist and his other hand was connected to yours probably making sure that you weren’t just going to collapse to the floor again even though the reason for that had been discovered Paul wasn’t having it. 

“What’s the plans for tonight?” You asked Paul, looking up at him 

“Well I cancelled my gym session because I wanted to cuddle you. I’m doing that in the morning now. So I believe that the night just calls for cuddles and my lap by lap” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was the perfect night. 

And that’s exactly what happened, well kind of. Paul ordered room service with some of your favourite snacks, including fruit, before picking up the blanket and following you around the room with it. 

“Let me wrap you up” He chuckled as you stopped turning to face him, raising your hands up to keep him away 

“I don’t want to be wrapped up” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow 

“That’s not what you said last night” He smirked 

“Last night was different!” You argued, and he shook his head, taking a step towards you, so you took a step back. 

“Was it really?” He asked, taking another step forward, causing you to take one back. 

“It was, and you know it!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. With every step forward he took, you took one back until your back hit the wall 

“Shit” You mumbled as he smirked, closing the gap between you both. Blanket thrown on the couch in the hotel room by now. 

“Nowhere to run now kallis” He smirked, and you looked up at him. His eyes captivating you as you tilted your head a little 

“And what are you going to do about me running away, hmm?” You asked with a slight smirk. His hand came up to hold your jaw in place as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, starting a make-out session between the two of you. 

Eventually, Paul did manage to get you wrapped in the blanket like a burrito after your make-out session lying in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as your eyes started to close, listening to him give a lap by lap about quali. The night was perfect. In fact, the whole day was perfect. 

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Winchester Sister Masterlist

Sister fics;

Bullies-Brothers find out their sister is being bullied.

Shots-the boys had to take their sister!reader to a doctors who has a fear of needles.

Nothing but a drug addict-Dean hurts the readers feeling and ends in dangerous consequences.

Multiplying- The brothers feel awkward and scared around their sister when she’s recieved a gift from mother nature.

Head over heels- Reader catches her brothers trying on her heels.

His word- Dean promises he’ll never leave his sister(reader).

The Journey of a Winchester-The brothers realise their sister is hiding something from them.

The journey of a Winchester~Part 2- The brothers realise their sister is hiding something from them.

Baby’s purr- Series of moments the readers brothers have carried her out the car asleep.

Corrupted-Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

Corrupted part 2-Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

Corrupted~ Part 3- Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

None of the above-Winchesters tease their sister to far.

Little sister- Sister just wants comfort from her big brother Sam after a bad day.

I’m scared- After a car crashes into theirs, the brothers make it out okay but sister! reader does not.

Little secrets-Adam’s been hiding his little sister from his brothers.

Hallucinations- Adam helps the Winchester sister snap out of a hallucination.

Koda and I- Sister!reader tries to hide her schizophrenia from her brothers.

Too young-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young part 2-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young part 3-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young~part 4-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

The tally on the wall-Sister!reader looses her mind.

Tally on the wall~part 2-Sister!reader looses her mind.

Invisible-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible part 2-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 3-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 4-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 5-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 6-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible part 7-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 8-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible~Part 9-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Safe and sound-Brothers comfort reader after a nightmare.

Promise me, Cas- Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Promise me, Cas Part 2-Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Promise me, Cas~part 3-Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Dog nose-Brothers catch the reader smoking weed.

First priority- The boys took care of their little sister when their dad wouldn’t.

Living dead-Sister runs away to hunt but comes back different.

Baby sister- Series of moments the brothers have referred to their sister as ‘baby sister’

You have my word-reader goes on a secret date with Cas.

One of us-Reader finds out she’s adopted.

Anything-Reader is dealing with a woman issue but the problem is… she has two very awkward, manly big brothers.

Woops-Reader isn’t as innocent as her brothers thought.

Change-Reader confesses her sexuality to her brothers

L.A dreams-Reader falls for an actor on a case but has to leave

Self esteem -Brothers help their sister with confidence issues.

Self Esteem Part 2-Brothers help their sister with confidence issues.

Talk to us-Brothers help their sister deal with her problems.

Panic room-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Panic room Part 2-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Panic room Part 3-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Magic Brownies-reader is the boys’ little sister and accidentally eats brownies with weed in them.

A sister?-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister? Part 2-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister?Part 3-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister? Part 4-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

You’re safe now-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 2-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 3-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 4-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

Bad little sis-Brothers find out reader is good with archery.

EUGH!-Brothers catch the reader making out with a boy.

busted-Reader sneaks out on a hunt after Dean forbids her too.

Busted Part 2-Reader sneaks out on a hunt after Dean forbids her too.

Don’t separate us-Reader and the brothers are all separated to be interviewed by cops after getting arrested only that the reader has separation anxiety

Dad’s on a hunting trip-Story that follows the show, not reader (kinda used my own name :/)

Dad’s on a hunting trip Part 2-Story that follows the show, not reader (kinda used my own name :/)

Words unspoken-Mute!Sister!reader gets kidnapped.

Silence is the loudest cry- reader is their little sister and she stops talking and they have to try and find out why.

Look after you-Reader is just a baby (like few months old) and the boys have to take care of her

Ferrets are cute!-Reader tries to convince brothers to let her keep a ferret.

Wait what?-Sister isn’t as innocent as brothers thought.

Secrets-Reader hides her ADHD from her brothers.

Torture-Dean and Sam are tied up/captured along with the reader, and they’re forced to watch their sister being tortured.

My funny teddy bear-Younger readers teddy comes to life only he’s very sassy and snappy.

Rock, Paper, Scissors-Brothers fight over who gets to take out the reader.

Those moments-Brothers defend their sister when they get called into the principals office.

Slowly breaking-Everyone notices how the brothers feel, but no one stops to see how the reader feels about everything. (Warning: Self harm and suicide)

Slowly breaking Part 2- Reader gets rushed into hospital.

Slowly breaking Part 3- Brothers don’t like it when they find their sister talking to a boy.

Laughing gas-Reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and has to have laughing gas.

Pet names- Moments where the brothers have used different pet names on their sister.

Silently mad-Sam leaves his sister after Dean goes to hell, when Dean returns and they go to get her back, they find out she’s not the same.

Silently mad Part 2- Sam finds out his sisters mental health isn’t all it seemed to be.

Cry to big brothers- Sister has been hit with a spell that makes her finally show her emotions.

The sad kind- reader is Sam and Deans younger sister (around 15-17) and Dean is drunk. But not the goofy kind of drunk, the sad kind.

A sisters pain-The brothers sister gets hurt on a hunt after training to hard.

Here to help-Sister has a stutter that she hid from the boys but had now come back and needs her brothers help to get rid of.

How to love-Crowley saves Winchesters little sister from getting attacked.

Sketches-Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister and they find out she’s been hiding talents from them.

Always here-Sam refuses to let sister go when Lucifer makes him see her death.

Protective brothers-Lot’s of moments showing where the Reader (sister) is in trouble and big brothers come to the rescue.

Dad’s on a hunting trip-Episode 1 of Dean bringing Sam back just in a version where they have a sister. (not reader though)

Until proven- Sister reader has appendicitis, but Dean doesn’t believe her until they have to rush her into hospital.

Protecting you-Dean has to leave to help a friend and leaves Sam in charge of their sister.

gen-z driver chaotically taking over martin’s grid walk? thank you!!

KEEPING UP WITH THE GRID

pairings: f1 team principals, drivers and ex-driver x driver!reader (im too lazy to name everyone im sorry)

warnings: swearing. christian horner. mention of a nipple tweak.

author's note: anon, you are a legend for requesting this! I'm not too proud of the writing, since I wrote this in the middle of the night and my brain doesn't function normally then. but i hope you like it anyway, darling! let me know your thoughts!!

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Y/N was mindlessly scrolling through her phone when a sudden loud voice interrupted her peaceful time. ''How are we feeling about today, Y/N?'' Martin bent his knees, so he could hold the mic up to her face as she sat on the ground. 

''Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me.'' She cursed, quickly covering her mouth as she knows she isn't supposed to swear on Sky Sports. ''Uh, I'm feeling pretty good about it, I'm starting on the second row, so not too bad.'' The driver answered his question, smiling sheepishly. 

''You like having alone time before a race?'' He continued, a grin on his face. 

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''I just happen to be alone right now, sometimes I'm chatting with my team or with some of the other drivers.'' 

''Martin, you look a bit tired, you want to sit down?'' She patted the space next to her, feeling bad that he was crouching down while she comfortably sat on the grass. 

The former F1 driver held a look of surprise on his face. ''In all my years I've been doing this, no one has ever offered me to sit down.'' He gave the camera a glance before slowly letting himself sink to the ground. 

''You know, people always wonder 'Where is Martin?' But no one ever wonders 'How is Martin?' We need to take better care of you.'' The man seemed clueless about what she was saying, but he was amused either way. 

''I'm alright, all that walking takes a lot of energy.'' He responded, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. 

Y/N chuckled. ''Yeah, I mean, you've been doing this longer than I've been alive, so I understand that you're tired from all the walking.'' She never let the oppurtunity slip to make him aware of their age gap. 

''Well, let's not talk age,'' he sighed, making her laugh, ''anyway, I think I might just hang around here for the entire segment.'' Martin concluded. 

An idea popped into her head as she heard his words. ''Can I do it? I've always wanted to do it.'' 

Martin was surprised for a second time since joining the young woman. ''You mean I let you go around the grid and talk to people?'' 

She nodded. ''Yes, I love bothering people with my presence.'' Y/N said, matter-of-factly. 

The Brit looked at his cameraman, who adamantly nodded his head to the idea of letting the driver do her thing around the grid. 

Martin let out a deep breath, but handed his mic and headset over. ''Just don't get me fired,'' he said, trying to sound stern, ''and don't curse!'' He quickly added. 

''I won't, I promise! I'll see you later!'' She got up from the ground and put the headset on, slightly altering it so it fit her head perfectly. ''Alright, let's make some controversy.'' Y/N exclaimed, pulling the cameraman along. 

She glanced around the grid, trying to find some interesting people to talk to. ''So, I just need to find a person and ask them questions about whatever I want?'' The athlete asked the cameraman, who simply nodded his head, making the camera shake as well.

''Oh, I love this program!'' She giggled into the microphone, doing a small jump out of happiness. 

Y/N observed the grid, knowing her first ''guest'' needed to be a good one. ''Okay, I've found someone!'' She let the cameraman know, pointing in the direction she wanted to go. 

''Alright,'' she tapped the person's shoulder, having them turn to the camera in confusion, ''the first guest on Y/N's grid walk is the team principal of Mercedes… Petronas… Benz…,'' she tried remembering the full team name, ''Whatever, his name is Susie's husband! Welcome, Susie's husband.'' She introduced Toto. 

The Austrian man was incredibly entertained by the young woman's antics. ''Hello, Y/N.'' 

''I have to ask you- how does it feel to be married to the greatest woman alive?'' She asked him, glancing around to find the woman in question. 

Toto laughed at the question, but proceeded. ''It's great, Susie is an amazing person who has done countless amazing projects and campaigns- I'm a very lucky man.'' The sincere smile on Toto's face when talking about his wife brought a smile to Y/N's face. 

''That's so cute- where is she? I only came over here, because I thought she would be here.'' 

''Unfortunately, she's not here today,'' he told her in a sad tone, ''I know that upsets you, Y/N.'' The driver's girl crush on Susie had been an obvious thing for many years, amusing everyone involved. 

Y/N pouted at his words. ''Well, yeah… that upsets me a lot actuall-''

''What is going on here?'' A British accent interrupted her interview with the team principal. 

''Go away, Russell George! I don't want you on my show.'' Y/N teasingly dismissed George, slapping his arm to get him out of frame. 

The Mercedes driver feigned offense, placing his hand on his heart. ''Why not? I thought we were great friends, Y/L.'' 

''Crikey, crikey, crikey! Don't you have shirtless pictures to post somewhere? Bye bye!'' She quickly got away from the Mercedes team, practically running at one point. 

Y/N let out a big sigh into the mic. ''Martin was right, this is tiring,'' she momentarily stopped in her steps, her hand on her waist, ''OH! Look! It's Charles Lechair!'' Her tiredness from a few seconds before was long forgotten as she strided over to her Monégasque friend. 

''Charles, hello, Charles!'' She put her hand on his back, guiding him to the camera. ''How are you feeling about the race today? What are the strategies? Do they know that word at Ferrari?'' She teased the red team. 

''Uh, we're feeling optimistic today and yeah, I'm ready to give it my all.'' He smiled, putting up his tv-friendly facade, not wanting to trash talk his team on television. 

Y/N raised her eyebrow. ''You're so cute being all positive! Keep that attitude, Perceval!'' She patted his shoulder. ''Thanks for talking to me and good luck!'' She bid him goodbye. 

The young driver walked in all sorts of directions. There were many people present on the grid, yet Y/N had quite a hard time finding people to talk to. It was when she walked by the Red Bull team that she found her next victim. 

''Christian! Christian Horner, hello, welcome!'' She and the team principal didn't have the best history, but she knew the viewers would enjoy the interaction as they knew said history. 

''Everyone, I'm joined here today by Red Bull, uh, Orange, Racing or whatever, F1 Team's team principal, Christian Horner.'' She butchered the team name again, although it was one purpose this time. 

She turned towards the man. ''Christian, I won't hold you up too long, but there is one question that our viewers have been dying to ask you and I think this is the right time to finally do it.'' Y/N build the question up. 

''Yes?'' He seemed a bit nervous, attentively listening to her words. 

''Can you say one nice thing about Y/N Y/L?'' 

The Brit visibly looked relieved at the question, thinking it would be something controversial. ''Of course, she's, uh, a very talented race car driver.'' He nervously smiled at her. 

''You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Christian Horner thinks Y/N Y/L is the most talented driver in the history of Formula One!'' She overdramatized his response. 

''You know what they say, keep your friends close, but keep your enemies even closer.'' She patted Christian's shoulder. ''Thanks for the talk, good luck and I hope you don't win.'' Y/N told him before walking off, hearing him laugh behind her. 

''So far, I've talked to Toto Wolff and Christian Horner,'' she said to the camera, ''enemies to, uh, even worser enemies, I guess.'' 

''Guys, we're here with Yuki's boyfriend, Pierre Gasly.'' Y/N stood next to the Alpha Tauri driver, shoving the microphone in his face. He took his airpods out of his ears, already chuckling at the girl's actions. 

''How are you doing?'' 

''I'm-''

''That's all the time we have for you, I'm sorry.'' She didn't let him finish his words and walked away from him, quickly giving him a smile so he knew she was entirely joking. 

She stepped further onto the grid, continuing to look for people. ''A bunch of green outfits, not very fashionable- oh, it's Aston Martin! Let's find Sebastian!'' Y/N mixed herself with the Aston Martin team, trying to catch the German driver. 

''Seb! Seb! Can I ask you a few questions?'' She eventually reached the man, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. 

His signature bright smile covered his face. ''Yeah, but where's Martin?'' 

''Me and Martin made an agreement, I get to do the grid walk and he gets to drive my car later- although, he never won any races, so that might not have been a great decision on my part.'' She told Sebastian, who seemed confused and fascinated at the same time. 

''Well, I think you're doing a great job as reporter.'' He deflected her words, not wanting to get in trouble by saying anything about Brundle's lack of GP wins. 

She smiled. ''Thanks, anyway… I know qualifying didn't go too well for you, but are you optimistic about the race?'' 

''Yeah, quali wasn't what we were hoping for,'' he sighed, ''It's gonna be difficult today, but we're gonna try our best to get as much points as we can for the championship.'' Sebastian finished his answer with an encouraging nod. 

''That's great to hear! You've been- oh my god, is that your dad?'' Y/N had glanced away from Sebastian's face for one second and saw Norbert watching them, waving at her once he noticed her looking at him. ''Okay, bye Sebastian! I'm gonna talk to your dad now.'' 

She walked past the Aston Martin driver to approach his father. ''Can I ask you some questions? I swear it's very short.'' She didn't want to burden him for too long. 

Norbert gave her a thumbs up, not minding being interviewed for a short time by her. ''It's okay.'' 

''Amazing! I mean, you're a legend of the paddock, Norbert! The drivers love you, the fans love you, everyone just loves you! Do you feel the love every time you attend a GP?''

Y/N had a good relationship with him as he and Sebastian would sometimes attend her karting tournaments together. Norbert had given her parents advice on how to support the young girl as best as possible. In a nutshell, the Vettel family were some of the greatest people she had ever met. 

''I do feel it, it's a great feeling and everyone is so nice to me.'' He wasn't very confident in his English, so he kept it short. 

Y/N smiled at him, delighted she got the chance to talk to him. ''You're always super sweet to everyone, so it's only right that we reciprocate your kindness,'' she nodded, ''okay, last question! Apart from Seb, who is the driver you're rooting for today? Is it someone you know very well? Or someone who is standing next to you and is asking you amazing questions?'' She played with a strand of her hair, pretending like she wasn't talking about herself. 

He laughed at her words. ''I'm supporting you, of course!'' He exclaimed, his arm going around her shoulder. 

''Oh! You're the best, Norbert! You're my favorite Vettel for a reason!'' Y/N said extra loud, knowing Sebastian would hear it that way. 

''I'll leave you alone now, thank you so much and I'll see you after the race.'' She gave him a brief hug and he wished her good luck, which she thanked him for. 

The cameraman had difficulties keeping up with her, used to the slower pace of Martin. Y/N noticed this and slowed down, sending him an apologetic look. ''Alright, I've talked to Seb, so I feel obligated to talk to Lewis now.'' She commented, trying to look for the 7x World Champion. 

''Where is he? He shouldn't be this hard to find…'' The athlete always saw the Mercedes driver hanging around the grid, chatting with his celebrity friends or getting ready with Angela. 

Y/N frowned. ''I should lore him or something…,'' she thought for a moment, ''vegan food, I have vegan food! Uh, free skydiving session! Oh my god, is that Roscoe on the track?'' She tried making him appear, but the only thing she got was weird looks from bypassers. 

However, a certain blond man caught her attention instead. ''Okay, I can't find Lewis, but this person knows him very well… or used to at least.'' 

''Britney Spears! Can I interview you for the highly respected tv-show, Y/N's grid walk?'' She snuck up to the former Mercedes driver, catching him off guard, but he played it off. ''Sure, I'm very honored.'' His monotone voice almost made her cringe. 

''First question: is it alright if I call you Britney? I don't know how you feel about the nickname.'' 

Nico chuckled at her. ''You can call me that, Y/N.'' 

''Ooooh~ I'm getting special privileges! I like it!'' She was impressed by Nico's answer, not being sure if he would go along with her humor. 

''Next question! How does it feel to be a Monaco based Youtuber? Do you enjoy the influencer life?'' 

The former World Champion snickered at her question, not expecting her to bring up his Youtube channel. ''It feels great, I'm, uh, yeah, enjoying the influencer life.'' She could tell Nico was doing his best to come off as positive as possible. 

''Nice, good for you, dude! Anyway, this was Britney, the man who beat the 7x World Champion, Lewis Hamilton, in equal machinery in 2016!'' She quoted the meme that was often made online when people talked about Rosberg. 

Y/N didn't wait for Nico's reaction, a bit too scared if she was honest, and made a run for it again. ''I've talked to three German guys- wait, is Nico German? He said once that he doesn't drink beer, so I don't know if he's considered German.'' She rambled on, not even listening to the words that were leaving her own mouth. 

''There's Jenson.'' She caught the Brit talking to his Sky Sports colleagues. ''You know what? I've embarrassed myself enough already, I'm not making it any worse.'' Y/N went in another direction so as to not cross paths with him. 

''Too bad he doesn't drive anymore, I would have loved to give him a lucky nipple tweak.'' Martin and Jenson used to have this running gag of the older man giving him a nipple tweak for good luck before a race. 

Y/N didn't see where she was going and almost tripped over someone's foot. ''Oh, shit!'' She loudly exclaimed, balancing herself so she wouldn't fall. ''Oh, fuck I can't swear- wait, shit! Ugh!'' She pulled the microphone away from her face, that way her curses wouldn't be picked up. 

''This isn't live, right? Cause then I'm in trouble, I think.'' She glanced at the cameraman, who mumbled a small ''It is live.'' 

''THIS IS LIVE?'' Y/N gasped, looking absolutely horrified at the thought of thousands of people watching her at that moment. ''Let's find Martin then, I think I've done enough damage.'' 

She headed back to the place where the presenter had approached her. ''Martin! Where is Martin?'' The driver glimpsed around, but no Martin in sight. ''I have oatmeal!'' She yelled, before making eye contact with the camera. ''Old people love oatmeal, right?'' He simply chuckled, not wanting to shake the camera too much with his laughing. 

''Oh, there he is!'' Y/N spotted the man and made her way over to him as fast as she could. ''I definitely didn't say anything controversial or cursed throughout the entire thing.'' She greeted him. 

Martin looked relieved as she handed his microphone and headset back over to him. ''I was out of my element for a while,'' he joked, ''did you have fun, darling?'' 

Y/N nodded her head. ''Yes, I'm even considering changing career paths.'' She chuckled. 

''That's great,'' Martin smiled, confident she made some amazing television, ''well, I think you're gonna have to go, cause I can see your, uh, coach not looking too happy.'' He pointed towards her performance coach staring daggers at her. 

''Oh, fuck, yeah, bye Martin! Thank you so much!'' Y/N quickly thanked the man for letting her take over his segment and she dashed out of there, hoping her team wouldn't be too upset about her disappearing into the grid to ask everyone ridiculous questions. 

''She's a special one for sure.'' 

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warming up

franco colapinto x teammate!reader

summary: franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: franco is slightly obsessed with reader, not much franco x reader action but still cute! two mentions of ‘yn’, shameless and jealous franco.

You had seriously underestimated how cold Vegas would actually be. 

It seemed like everyone had warned you, ‘Bring sweaters, it will get cold’ they said, and yet you chose to ignore them. So your situation could’ve easily been avoided. 

You gazed at Liam Lawson from the other side of the paddock, wishing nothing more that you were in his position, wrapped up in a blanket sitting right next to a heater. 

You sighed, imagining what you would feel like if you were in his position, you were so focused that you didn't see or hear your teammate walk up behind you. 

Franco looked at you with a smile, although he frowned when he realized you weren’t giving him his desired attention, he followed your gaze over to Liam, who was in the middle of an interview. 

“What are we looking at?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring your slight jump. 

“Jesus Franco,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself, “Liam looks real warm right now.” 

Franco nodded, rolling his eyes slightly, “Yes. Because he had a blanket. Do you not see that?”

You gave him a look, “Of course, I see that. That is the whole point. I want to be warm.” 

Franco gave you a look over, keeping his eyes on your bare arms, where he could see the cold making your hair stand up, he smiled, “Ah. Are you cold?” 

“I can’t feel my fingers,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes forward, on Liam. 

Franco frowned, holding back on asking why exactly you didn't bring a sweater, his stomach felt nauseous at the sight of you gazing at Liam with so much want. 

Now, you weren’t exactly looking at Liam, more so his body temperature, but still, Franco would give anything to have you gaze at him. 

He gasped, his face brightening, if he got you a sweater, there was no way you would be staring at Liam like that, you would be staring at him like that. 

“I will be right back.” he spoke firmly, starting to back away, “Do not leave.” you watched him over your shoulder, giggling as he fumbled into a sprint. 

—

“No, too ugly…” Franco mumbled to himself as he threw the sweater behind him, he pulled another from his small driver’s room closet, “No, too blue…” He threw this one behind him as well. Not noticing it landed on his trainer. 

The man in question jumped in shock, pulling the Williams-style sweater off his head, “What the..” he mumbled, turning to Franco, who held up a knitted sweater, “Perfect..” he heard Franco whisper. 

The trainer stared briefly, watching Franco go back scavenging through his closet. The trainer could only roll his eyes before slowly walking out of the room. 

“I should get her two.” Franco whispered to himself, “In case she doesn’t like one of them..” he nodded to himself, continuing to throw sweaters he didnt deem fit behind him. 

After ten minutes of back and forth, Franco existed his driver’s room content, he was going to be your night and shining armor, and then you’ll look at Franco with all the love in the world because he was the one to get you warm and cozy.  

Just as he was going to make his way over to the media pen, where he had left you, he was pulled aside by your manager.

“(Y/N) was looking for you.” she informed him, Franco grumbled to himself, “I told her to stay in place, tonta.” (dummy) 

“She got cold.” The woman defended you, “You left her out there…she waited for ten minutes.”

Franco held up the two sweaters in his arm with a frown, “I got her sweaters, so she would not be cold.” 

Your manager eyes him with a smirk, “You spent ten minutes finding a sweater to give her?”

Franco shrugged, “I wanted to make sure they were warm.” 

The woman tilted her head, “You know we have a merch store full of sweaters, right?”

Franco turned to her in disgust, “Mierda, those sweaters are like this,” he held his thumb and index together, “They are not warm. They need to be warm.” (shit)

“So you are giving her your sweaters?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think that will make her fall in love with you?”

Franco leaned back in offense, “I do not need to make her fall for me…” he paused, “She is already in love with me, she just does not know it yet.” 

The woman nodded with pursed lips, “Yeah because that’s a totally sane thing to say.”

Franco simply rolled his eyes, having had this conversation one too many times. So what if his obsession with you was just slightly worrying? It was all going to work out in the end, he just knew it. “Do you know where she went?” 

Your manager thought for a moment. “She mentioned being hungry, so she probably went up to eat.” 

And with that, Franco went off with a sprint. 

—

Out of breath, and slight sweating, Franco entered the Williams dining room, eyes sweeping over the place with quick eyes. Only to feel a rush of disappointment when he didn't spot you. 

He let out a deep disappointed sigh as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender watched him as he wallowed in pity. 

Franco continued to let out deep, soul-searching sighs, catching the attention of those around him, the bartender walked but to him with an awkward smile, sliding over a glass of water. 

“Hey Franco,” she started, he glanced up at her with a small smile, “You okay?” she whispered, leaning in, there were all different kinds of people around them, investors, fans, journalists, and no doubt searching for a bit of drama to hold onto, the last thing she wanted was for this interaction to be first-page news tomorrow morning. 

“No.” Franco was blunt, “Was (Y/N) here?” 

The lady nodded, “Yeah she just left actually. She got her usual–” 

“Hot chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle.” the two coursed. 

The bartender leaned back, impressed, “You really know her.” 

Franco shrugged, “She’ll be my wife one day, I need to know what she likes.”

The lady laughed, “Oh yeah? Does she know that?”

Franco tilted his head, “No sé. I don't think it's a secret that I like her.” (I don't know.)

The woman agreed; this was not the first time she’d heard about Franco being in love with you. It seemed like every time he and she talked, he managed to somehow make the conversation about you. 

Now, she didn't know if the feelings were one-sided, the way you looked at Franco certainly made her think they weren't.

She hummed, “Well she took her hot chocolate to go, so I don't know where she went.”

Franco nodded, slowly moving off the chair, his sweaters both tightly secure in his clutch, “Okay then. If she comes back, tell her I'm looking for her.”

—

Franco was late to the fan stage, he had been so busy looking for you that he had lost track of time, and now he was being yelled at by his manager through the phone, demanding to know where he was. 

It took him two minutes to run from the garage to the fan stage, he was recorded who knows how many times, and he was no doubt trending right now. 

He had thrown the two sweaters in the arms of his manager when he arrived, wasting no time climbing the small steps up to the stage. 

What he saw made his stomach drop, there you were in all your glory, wearing no other than a…mclaren puffer jacket. And you were talking to no other than…Lando Norris. 

God, the smile on your face made Franco want to claw his eyes out, Lando had never been that funny. 

Franco ignored the fans yelling his name, instead he squeezed in between you and Lando, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hello,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on you. 

Lando looked over at you with an amused smile before walking away, shaking his head slightly. 

“Hi?” you questioned, glancing over to the fan’s direction weary, thankfully they seemed to be paying attention to Lando and Oscar, the latter seemingly saying something funny. 

“I was looking for you.” 

You winced, “Sorry but I got really cold, and then I got really hungry…” 

Franco smiled softly, "It's okay…” he glanced down at your attire, “What are you wearing?” 

You broke out into a smile, “Do you like it? Lando gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” 

“I don't like it,” Franco stated simply, you leaned back, an offended look on your face. “Okay. Rude.” 

“It’s really ugly, “ he continued, “You should change.” 

You huffed, “I didn't bring any sweaters!” 

Franco held up a finger before moving away. You rolled your eyes, moving back to the others on stage. 

A couple minutes later you felt someone's presence behind you, you jumped slightly, feeling someone pulling on your jacket, looking back you saw Franco, a look on his face. 

“Take this off,” he mumbled, you glanced to his shoulder, where two knitted sweaters lay. “Porfa?” he pleaded, seeing the hesitation on your face. (please) 

Later that night, as the fan stage was wrapping up, Franco walked up to Lando, handing him the Mclaren jacket with a smile, “She didn't want it…” he muttered, “And she doesn't want you.” he added as an afterthought, shooting the Mclaren driver a smile before walking over to you. 

✶ Gen Z Driver ✶

hi and welcome to the genz!driver masterlist :)

please ignore the timeline, it doesn’t make sense, okay? it’s not really a series, but it does kind of connect to all of the stories together, but still, some stuff my be different from other… sorry :)

this series is inspired by the lovely @sebscore, i try not to write the same stuff, if there are too many similarities, please contact me

masterlist / taglist

about the oc

getting to know the oc :: a short summary about the favourite driver of the grid

characterisation or cv :: it’s like a cv for a new job application or a wikipedia entry of the oc

headcanons :: some headcanons about the genz!driver

introduction :: the first time the genz!driver meets the grid

stories

learning how to drive - sv5 :: you may have your super license to drive your f1 car, but driving outside the paddock? not really your thing

learning how to drive smau - sv5 :: the social media au to the actual story

enjoy the butterflies - dr3 :: daniel explaining a young female driver that winning isn't always the most important thing

life goes on :: due to some mechanical issues the car crashed, now everyone is worried

tiktoks and paddocks :: tiktoks about the paddock are fun

happy birthday! :: it’s the genz!driver‘s birthday!

imessage :: our favourite princess can’t sleep, so she texts her favs on the paddock

imessage pt. 2 :: the morning after

imessages pt. 3

imessage pt. 4

imessage pt. 5

anesthesia :: the genz!driver gets her wisdom teeth removed

bereal au :: in where we see a bit of the genz!drivers life

you’re gonna go far :: an anxiety attack during the pre-race interview leads the genz!driver to some eventful hours

vacation insta au :: the 23!grid enjoy a trip to the maldives together

team radio messages :: some radio messages of our beloved driver

a random day in my life in f1 :: a vlog about our beloved genz!drivers day in the paddock

best friends in every universe :: a little drabble about the tiktok trend

the boyfriend :: the grid find out about a secret boyfriend

secret santa (coming soon) :: secret santa is always a highlight for the genz!driver

underwear (coming soon) :: do you know the problem, when you wear the wrong pair of underpants and they get stuck somewhere, yeah… that happened to the genz!driver

Secret Santa | f1 grid Instagram au

f1 grid x driver! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ doing their first secret santa segment with the grid

Author's note: Hello, loves. Hope you all are doing good. Now that the Secret Santa video is out I can finally upload this fic. This didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, I was expecting it to be better but that's okay. I'm going to serve with my next fic, promise. Happy reading, everyone:))

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The winter air was filled with festive cheer as the Formula 1 paddock prepared for its annual Secret Santa exchange. As a rookie, it was your first time participating in this heartwarming tradition and you were excited, to say the least. The camera crew followed you, capturing every moment leading up to the big reveal of your Christmas gift.

The media team had already hinted that your gift was something extraordinary, a collective effort from the entire grid. The box was larger than expected, and you could feel the curiosity building up.

Lifting the lid, you were met with an array of dog toys, dog clothes, and even some dog food. A chuckle escaped your lips as you examined the peculiar assortment. "Interesting," you remarked, holding up a tiny doggie shirt to the camera. "I doubt that's going to fit me, but I really appreciate the thought, everyone."

Laughter echoed around you, and you took the lighthearted gift in stride, knowing the Secret Santa segment was known for its humorous nature.

Behind the scenes, someone from the camera crew spoke up, letting you know that this was only half of your present. Perplexed, you turned toward the camera, curiosity etched across your face. Then, from behind you, emerged a crew member carrying a small, fluffy golden retriever puppy in his arms.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, and a hushed "no, no, no" escaped your lips as you connected the dots. The reality sunk in, and you moved back, your hand covering your mouth in sheer disbelief. "Say sike right now," you pleaded, almost unable to comprehend what was in front of you. The response was a firm denial, confirming that the puppy was indeed your Secret Santa gift from the entire grid.

You gingerly accepted the puppy into your arms, cradling it close to your chest. "Oh, you're so small," you cooed, a mixture of laughter and happy tears streaming down your face. The puppy reciprocated with wet kisses, and you couldn't help but snuggle into the warmth of this unexpected gift.

As you revel in the joy of the moment, a voice from behind the camera interrupted, "Do you like your gift?" You nodded vigorously, still cradling the puppy in your arms. "I love him so, so much," you replied, sniffling.

Finally, you noticed a note nestled among the dog toys. With the puppy still in your arms, you delicately unfolded the note, "Happy Christmas, Y/N. You are collectively everyone's favourite on the grid. Hope you like the puppy, he's just like you," the note read and was signed by all the drivers.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you looked into the camera. "Thank you, everyone. I love all of you. This is the best Christmas ever." You lifted the puppy so that he could face the camera too, and the collective "awws" echoed around the paddock.

The person behind the camera couldn't resist asking, "What are you going to name him?" You pondered for a moment before deciding, "He looks like a Lenny, no?"

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yourusername Lenny SnoopDawg Y/L in da house😎

comments:

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username kissies on da face!!!!

username can't believe the drivers gifted a golden retriever, an actual golden retriever smh

landonorris I CALL GODFATHER

charles_leclerc Uh back the fuck up. I am the godfather

landonorris You didn't call it though, snoozers losers😘

logansargeant Sorry to break it to you guys but Y/N said her favourite gets to be the godfather, so it's actually me

oscarpiastri Mate, do you ever get tired of being wrong? I'm obviously her favourite

landonorris sources: trust me bro

carlossainz55 I just feel like someone who's actually experienced with dogs should get to be the godfather

mickschumacher So you mean, me? Awh Carlos, thank you

carlossainz55 No.

landonorris I'm real experienced with dogs

yourusername yes, we all remember Uno

albon_pets not to be bias or anything but @alex_albon is great with pets

charles_leclerc That is in fact very bias

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maxverstappen1 Can I be the father?

logansargeant PAUSE

georgerussell63 Hold up, HOLD THE FUCK UP

yourusername I-is that a flirtation?????

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roscoelovescoco IS THAT WHY I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE ANYMORE?

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username Lenny is the goddest boy☹️