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Drivers Vlog- Day 2

F1 2025 Grid x Red Bull Driver! Reader

Warnings: poorly translated Italian… guys tell me if it’s bad 🙏 and maybe bad writing 😔

The Rookie LEGO Battle

One tripod sat at the opposite end of the room, facing towards the centre, camera light already blinking away, another one sat closer, almost there for whenever people wanted to make close up feedback for the audience, microphones attached to each drivers shirt as they sat on the floor.

Waiting…. Ready….

… it began as all things do. A bet. As all things do at F1. Of course made by Ollie Bearman while the rookies were walking together on grid, Sky Sports hovering around the corner trying to catch ‘The Hottest New Line Up Since 2019’.

“I bet I can build a HAAS Lego car faster than you guys, and it’ll travel further.”

Kimi scoffed, “Yeah no, the Merc would be faster.”

“The Merc? I bet I could build the Sauber and have it cross a finish line before you’re even done building it.”

“… Gabi I love you, but no. It’s a Sauber, you’ve got better hopes racing with your actual car and you’d still lose.” The Red Bull “Not Rookie” Rookie added with a grin, pushing the Sauber driver as they continued on, before walking infront of the group of young drivers and turning to them.

“What if- right, we run to the Lego store after media today, meet back at my hotel room and have a competition? That way we know who’s the best, and you have to put all the stickers on as well.” (Name) could feel the need to win running in their veins, you couldn’t be Max’s team mate and not want to destroy your competition in everything.

“That feels more like a disadvantage for you with the stickers- not that I’m complaining. But yeah you’re on, gonna show why Racing Bulls are more consistent than you at least.” The Racing Bulls driver grinned before being playfully shoved by the Aussie, “eeeh, low blow Isack, but yeah you’re absolutely on. I mean this can only be better than my actual car mate.” Jack agreed.

“Right so we’re on,” (Name) clapped their hands gathering their attention, “meet at Red Bull after media, Lego store and then my hotel room. I’d say pizzas but it’s race week and I’d rather not die to cardio tomorrow, so pizzas on the loser Sunday night yeah?”

With one final vocal agreement the Rookies split, preparing for the day of media ahead of them. Eagerly awaiting the looming evening.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

Over at McLaren both the drivers stared at where the rookies were, “What was that about?”

“Osc mate. I’ve got no idea, all I know is one of them is gonna come in all smug tomorrow, and another is gonna look like we shot their dog.”

“So getting the betting pool set up yeah?” Oscar leant over to Lando’s already open phone.

“Group chats already open, George has £100 on Kimi winning, Alex says that this is stupid but then put £50 on Gabriel winning, Pierre has 5 bottles of wine on Jack winning, Nico has free drinks for an evening on (Name) losing and Gabriel winning, Charles has bet free Lec for life on Ollie winning with Kimi losing, and Max has put his yacht on (Name) winning.”

“His what-”

“Yeah so what I’m saying is we need to get this right.”

“…..We’re millionaires.”

“And it’s a free yacht.”

“Place bets on Isack winning, Gabriel in second, Jack being sabotaged and the other three DNF cause they take each-other out.”

“Oscar. That is scarily specific and I hope you know I’m betting our next P1 trophy replica on this yeah?”

“Good.”

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

As the sun set, and cars arrived at the private hotel for the weekend the rookies (and (Name)) exited the cab each with their own Lego bag, and an aura of seriousness surrounding them. Only broken by them thanking the cab driver and running into the hotel.

(Name) stood and watched the group run up to the elevator still standing by the hotel entrance, as they start guessing the floor. “Guys.”

“I’m telling you they’re on floor 3.”

“No definitely floor 8.”

“It would have to be floor 3 like Ollie said, I mean they’re Max’s team mate and he’s so in room 333. So they’ve gotta be 334 or something.”

“-Guys.”

“Kimi that’s stupid.”

“-Guys I’m literally on floor 1 we can take the stairs.”

“Why would (Name) be on floor 1 (Name)? Like no, they’ve gotta be floor 5.”

“Jack I literally just told you what floor I’m on what do you mean I’m wrong.”

The Alpine driver turned to (Name) “Cause why would you know what floor you’re-” then stopped mid sentence. “-oh. Yeah. Guys they’re on floor 1.”

The squabbling rookies turned to Jack, Gabi crossing his arms, “and how would you know that Mr Genius?”

Jack pointed at (Name).

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“That makes sense”

“I’m still taking the elevator.”

“Isack it’s literally a matter of 20 stairs.”

“And it’s the matter of the principal and if I can be lazy I’m being lazy.”

“Dude-”

“ANYWAYS, meet you guys on floor 1, and I’ll be stood outside my door.”

And so the rookies headed up, Isack and Gabriel via the elevator and the rest bolting (as politely as possible as they’re still in a hotel and repping their teams) up the stairs then waiting outside room 133.

When they all reached the door, (Name) opened it and immediately went to move the coffee table in the centre, opening up as much as the floor space as possible, then grabbing the tripod and camera off the bedside desk.

“So we’re doing this on the floor for maximum chaos, I’ll set this camera up in the corner, and then I’ve got a good one for close ups which I’ll set on the bed, so whenever you guys wanna be close to a camera it’s there. Mics are in my bag next to the suitcase so if you could grab one and put them on, without breaking them that would be grand.” (Name) explained while setting the camera up, looking over at the group of rookies gesturing to the bag Jack was standing next to.

Kimi gasped leaning into Ollie, hand on his chest dramatically, “Monetising off of us? Are we just cheap labour?”

(Name) responded deadpan, “Yes.”

“I mean they did say they were gonna be vlogging this year mate, we’ve literally been in vlogs or watched them do it.” Ollie shrugged at the collapsed Kimi before grabbing two mics off Jack and putting them on himself and the Merc driver.

Eventually, dramatics aside, with the cameras prepped and recording, mics on and comfortable, the rookies spread themselves throughout the hotel room floor, all still in view of at least one camera, F1 LEGO cars sat infront of them with one phone in the centre of them a timer already open.

Gabriel leant towards the phone, finger hovering above the timer, “ready?”

“To win yeah.” Ollie grinned, Kimi scoffing from beside him, “more like to lose.” “Horribly.” (Name) added from Ollie’s other side, high-fiving Kimi behind Ollie.

“Right, well… 3”

Isack grinned leaning to his box Jack doing the same.

“2.”

Ollie, Kimi and (Name) all playfully shoved eachother as they began reaching their hands out.

“1.”

All rookies stared at Gabriel’s finger and then-

“Go!”

They all raced to grab their Lego box opening them in whatever way works the best, some more elegantly than others, and grabbing instructions and the first two plastic bags as quickly as they can.

“….I feel like making stickers mandatory was a mistake.” (Name) muttered to theirselves while beginning to build their car, driver already built perched beside their box.

“Sucks to be you huh.” Ollie muttered back while rummaging through the pile of Lego on the floor looking for a specific piece.

“Guys where’s my driver gone I literally put him down a second ago.”

“Maybe he left cause he knew the Alpine is just that bad of a car.”

“Uh huh- and is that why you randomly have an Alpine driver in your box Gabi?”

“Oh he must of somehow fallen in there magic huh.”

“Magic… I see how it is.”

“Merda! I literally put the piece down a second ago how has it already vanished, oh mio dio, perderò la testa per un pezzo di plastica, Toto, perdonami.”

Kimi began searching through his Lego pile, before turning and rummaging through Ollie’s pile messing up what was once organised chaos.

“Sabotage! Guys I’m being sabotaged! Kimi get off my Lego.” Ollie began playfully shoving Kimi backwards, accidentally hitting (Name)’s pile of Lego with his elbow sending it all over the room. Their gasp freezing Kimi and Ollie in their places, the other three ignoring what was going on for a guaranteed “podium”.

“You little shit Ollie!” (Name) playfully tackled Ollie from where they were sitting knocking him in to Kimi who narrowly avoided hitting Jack, “careful!”

“Careful? I’m gonna die!”

“Yeah you are, you absolute arsehole!”

At that Ollie pushed (Name) back as gently as he could and sprinted into their bathroom, locking the door behind him as (Name) raced after him.

“Oliver Bearman I swear to God, if I wake up and stand on a piece of Lego on Race Day because of you, you will never be capable of having any form of children in your existence!”

“Little bit harsh don’t you think (Na-”

“Can it Toto’s lovechild.”

“Shutting up now.”

So that left Jack, Isack and Gabriel as the last three building, with Kimi quietly commentating to the camera and (Name) leaning on the wall opposite the bathroom door awaiting their victim leaving his sanctity.

Realising this Jack slowly leading over to Isack and Gabi, “So does this mean we’re guaranteed top 3 yeah?”

Isack nodded quickly and quietly responded, “oh yes, although you’ll need your driver or you’ll DNQ.”

Jack quickly turned to where his Lego pile was, and his driver was once again missing, “Gabriel Bortoleto I swear, if you’ve hidden my driver again, I am going to stand on your car, and withstand the pain from doing so just so I can see it destroyed.”

“Dude.” Kimi whispered in the now silent room, everyone now looking at Jack, “that is the most terrifying threat I have ever heard. Gabriel I’d do what he says.”

Gabriel slowly looks at Jack, then at Ollie’s Lego box, then Jack again who squints his eyes at Gabriel’s delay before quickly grabbing it and handing it over.

“Thank you…. Where’s his helmet Gabriel.”

“That would be in Ollie’s pocket.” Gabriel quickly commented before looking away from Jack and back at his Lego.

Muffled cries then came from the toilet, “ITS IN MY WHAT? HOW DID YOU- WHAT?”

(Name) grinned at this, and although Ollie couldn’t see them he felt a shiver go down his spine, “Choices, choices Bearman. Open the door, return the helmet and face me. Or wait it out and face Jack. Who’s scarier little HAA-”

Mid-question Ollie quickly unlocked the door threw the helmet and then just as quickly shut and relocked the door. Unfortunately for him the helmet bounced off the wall and disappeared before anyone could watch where it went…. Which left only two drivers left for the Lego comp, and another person waiting on the murder of the HAAS rookie.

“Didn’t even want to win anyways.”

Patting the Aussie on the back (Name) responded “Sure Jack, sure, don’t you worry we’ll make him pay. At worst we’ll just wait till race day and make up rumours about him to the British media.”

“Guys that’s no longer a joke they’ll run with anything-”

“Oooooooh, what if we say that he lives in a van.”

“Nah that’s offensive to people who live in vans.”

“What if we say he hates Ferrari and wants to race for Alpine in 2027?”

“NOO-” “-YES! GENIUS JACKIE BOY!”

The two heard Ollie bang against the bathroom door “GUYS I DON’T WANT TO BE IN A FRENCH CAR I’M BRITISH PLEASE!”

(Name) grinned and turned to Jack, “better start begging Bearman.” Jack returned the grin “and better be fast.”

During this unknown to the three drivers Isack had finished building his car, and had completed the ‘race’ (driving from the top of the window desk to the end). And was doing a ‘post race interview’ with Kimi as a reporter by the camera and Gabriel as his rival.

“So Isack, after some DNQ’s you had a strong win today. Only taking 27 minutes and 43 seconds to build your F1 car, and then only taking 16 seconds to do your lap putting you in 27 minutes and 59 seconds. That has to be a record for Lego Hotel Room Racing. Anyone you want to thank or people you want to shout out?”

“Of course Kimi thank you for the question, first I’d like to thank my only surviving rival Gabriel, who while had dirty schemes provided me with clean competition on my end. And then of course yourself for taking out Ollie who then took out (Name) so I had a clean victory.”

“Clean my ass Hadjar! I want a rematch next GP!” (Name) called from the corner of the room, Jack and a still hiding Ollie called their agreement.

“Definitely not, this was my win, and I’m happy to do another competition but this is my LEGO competition win! You’re just a sore loser.” Isack called back, before grinning at Kimi once again.

“But anyways, aside from this! Thank you guys for watching (Name)’s vlog today. Though you didn’t see much of them as they’re too busy threatening Ollie’s life- which fair cause they’re now at risk of LEGO underfoot. And I am proud to be your current champion of the VLOG games! Any other drivers can come for me but just know I am the first winner, so I beat you all in that!” Isack grinned at the camera before turning away, “(Name) anything else to add?”

“Nope! Uhhhh- OH! Yes, next time I’m gonna try and rent an obstacle course, maybe drag some guys to Ninja Warrior to see if anyone can complete it! Lemme know in the comments who you wanna see and I won’t give them an option! Other than that thanks guys, and bye from me and the rookies!” (Name) called from the wall, leaning just into camera view to wave before returning to the wall.

Kimi tilted the camera towards himself, “Well… thanks guys! And uh- if he’s never seen again Ollie’s last day alive was today due to LEGO.”

In the vlog uploaded as the screen goes black you hear Ollie scream just before the VLOG cuts out…

… Ollie was seen at FP1 with a distinct shape of a Lego 2 by 4 on his cheek the next day.

And the drivers all learnt that Oscar isn’t allowed to place bets anymore, and that Max can easily buy more yachts despite betting them away.

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So uh sorry 🫠

So like- turns out writers block + a slight mental breakdown causes a littleeeeee bit of a gap

I am so sorry gang 🙏😔

BUT I AM BACK!

So- next few chapters are gonna be a bit of a mix and match (purely for vibes I cannot lie). But progress is happening I promise I swear I didn’t mean to abandon this (again whooops)

So- because I’m evil and left it for so long, thought I’d let you guys choose the next chapter (I have ideas for all of these so hopefully it won’t take to long to finish up). If you have any other suggestions lemme know tho!

And drivers will be chosen by moi- but I’ll add one of the main ones with each prompt.

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Driver’s Vlog- Day 1

Pairing: Various 2025 F1 x Red Bull Driver! reader

Warnings: Swearing, and this is my first fic so potential bad writing 😔

✨In this fic reader will be replacing Liam Lawson in the Red Bull Seat (apologies Liam fans 😔)! And have been with Red Bull since the start of 2024!

✨I’ve left the gender of reader up to people’s preference as best as I can! If there’s a preference for a specific gender in the future let me know!

✨Also this will be slightly short just cause it’s setting the tone for what I hope the rest of the potential series will go like!

The video starts with a shaky video before finally being settled on a table, showing the newer of the two Red Bull drivers sat down, grinning like they’ve won the lottery, while hushed muttering can be heard in the background.

“Hey guys! Welcome to a series we will officially be starting today on my newly made, thank you so much Red Bull admin for helping me, YouTube channel!”

The no-longer rookie driver had been planning this for a while, only just solidifying the plan of going ahead with it once they realised they’d be gaining 5 new rookies in the 2025 season… which meant they would actually have people willing to work with them other than Lando.

“Basically, this is a day in the life of a F1 driver, shown by the drivers, and not to be turned into any form of gossip as it’s straight from the mouth! And for the sanctity of my PR team that is 100% not targeted at anyone and is just a statement I added out of pure-”

“Spite?” A British accent rang out.

“Malice?” A French accent this time.

“Hatred for the bastard media?” There was no guessing which person called that out.

“Boredom?”

“Thank you Oscar! See this is why you’re my favourite!” Loud arguments were heard off camera after (Name) made that statement, although while loud it sounded more like bickering siblings than a fist fight, “Boredom! So what I’ll be doing is making videos with the other drivers on the grid, Max Verstappen do not give me that face you’re joining in otherwise I’ll purposefully crash into you, and every now and then we’ll do a special video based on a suggestion by a viewer! Whether it’s cooking, doing sports, singing… whatever you guys want and what we can legally do!”

“Basically, I’m tired of hearing how much we hate and want to kill each other, and while yes. Sometimes I want some of the guys’ heads on a spike…” (Name) was cut off by an over exaggerated gasp from behind the camera, “some more than others.. we do get on. And I want to show a bit of that grid love! While ensuring it’s on our terms and no driver feels uncomfortable, except Max he doesn’t get an option.”

A chorus of laughs, one in particular being louder until it was cut off by a chocking noise and Max’s laughter now rang out, “serves you right Lando, just cause you actually enjoy doing stupid shit doesn’t mean we all do.” 

“Anyways” (Name) stopped Max before he could Maxsplain his hatred for media for the third time that day, “that’s basically all this video is for, I’m hoping you guys can enjoy the videos as they start to occur on the channel! And don’t expect every video to be race related, it’s just us having fun and me recording it… and hoping to get some blackmail while doing so… so don’t go hammering on in the comments like ‘Oh My GoD i CaN’t BeLiEvE cArLoS pUsHeD oScAr, OsCaR iS sO cRaShInG iNtO hIm NeXt RaCe!’ cause yeah no. This is purely us being idiots, and getting on as a grid, outside of going in fast cars.” (Name) grinned finishing that sentence.

“So finishing on that note! I’m (Name) an F1 driver, and I hope you enjoy the channel and the chaos that will follow, and these are some of the faces you’ll see!”

They quickly reached for their phone on table and panned it over to the drivers on the other side of the room. 

Out of the 3 other chairs in the room, only Oscar was sat normally, Lando was handing upside down off the chair to Oscar’s right, while to his left Carlos was lounging with his upper body and feet dangling off either side.

Charles was sat between Oscar and Carlos’ chairs with his head resting just below Carlos’ head, chatting to both of them in a world of their own, with Max leaning over Oscar’s chair listening in, occasionally starting to go on a ramble before being stopped by Charles tapping his leg with his foot so he didn’t go too far off topic, with Pierre watching them from where he was leaning against the wall, adding in a comment every now and then.

Lando was scrolling on his phone, occasionally sitting up to show Oscar whatever he deemed funny, before leaning back into the pose he decided was comfortable… normally (Name) wouldn’t have an issue with that but he’d been like that for almost an hour and they could almost feel their muscles crying out… still if it works for him, it works for him they guessed.

The camera panned back to (Name) as they quickly added, “it won’t just be these guys! The others will be joining in, not like they have an option, and we’re gonna be getting started on one of the videos once Lewis and the ducklings- I mean rookies come back! They’re just doing a snack and drink run, and why wouldn’t you need a 7 world champion and 5 rookies to get snacks when realistically it would only take 2 people…” (Name) was completely deadpan with the previous statement before smiling and waving to the camera, “right! Well bye guys, and I’ll see you in the next vlog!”

And with that they pressed the stop recording button and put their phone on the table, before looking at the other drivers in the room.

“What do we think the chances are FIA try and fine me for me personally swearing, and letting you guys swear in videos?”

“If they don’t try and fine you for that video alone I’ll be surprised mate.”

“Yeah true.”

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I hope you guys enjoy that, and feel free to send me recommendations on future parts, or advice on writing!

Also for requests just know that I personally do not write smut! It may occur in the future, but currently out of personal preference I don’t, so don’t be upset if you request something involving smut and I never write it… it’s just not for me sorry gang 😔