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they’re in love with their PR girl who won’t give them the time of day

lando norris you once told him to stop winking at the camera during grid walks he started doing it twice as much when you finally scolded him after a press conference, he grinned and said,

“so you do pay attention to me.” would fake an injury if it meant you'd touch his arm would date you tomorrow would also tweet “i love my pr girl” and then delete it in 0.2 seconds “is it a scandal if we’re soulmates though?”

oscar piastri his flirting is subtle — but constant dry comments, lingering glances, always asking for you to review his answers when you tell him to focus on the race, he goes,

“i’d focus better if you weren’t in that outfit.” you freeze. he pretends he didn’t say anything he did and he meant it

charles leclerc this man is WHIPPED. trips over his words during interviews when he sees you watching asks for “private media training” just to spend time with you you say “charles, i’m here to help your image” and he’s like

“yes, please fix it by dating me.” would literally beg in french accidentally calls you mon cœur under his breath and prays you didn’t hear it (you did)

lewis hamilton the smoothest menace alive never flirty in public, but in private?

“how are you always so composed around me?” you: “professionalism.” him: “boring answer. try again.” writes thank-you notes to the team and always adds a personal one just for you the kind that makes your stomach flip would 100% show up outside your hotel room with flowers and a bottle of wine saying “no cameras. no pressure. just you and me.”

carlos sainz thinks he's being subtle spoiler: he's not literally stares at you in meetings asks you to “approve” every interview, even ones he knows went well starts speaking Spanish just to see if you’ll blush one day calls you “mi reina” and swears it slipped watches you leave the room like it physically pains him it does

daniel ricciardo no shame calls you “boss” and “hot stuff” interchangeably sends memes to the media group chat that are clearly directed at you “when ur pr girl tells you to stop flirting but she looked cute af today 😔” says “i’ll behave” with a wink and then absolutely doesn’t you: “daniel please—” him: “daniel please kiss me? wow okay that escalated”

gabriel bortoleto tries to play it cool completely fails stumbles through interviews and always looks to you for reassurance calls you “minha deusa” once when he’s tired and soft you pretend you didn’t hear he hopes you did

franco colapinto nervous. quiet. obsessed. tries to flirt but ends up giving you his coffee and tripping over his words asks you if he’s “handling the press okay” just to get your praise you once touched his wrist to adjust his watch and he thought about it for three days just wants you to smile at him would literally cry if you ever called him “pretty boy”

max verstappen doesn’t flirt. just stares and asks personal questions like

“do you ever get tired of dealing with us?” you answer professionally he doesn’t break eye contact his hand brushes yours when you hand him his briefing notes you don’t talk about it but he feels the tension every time

lance stroll pretends to be chill. is NOT chill. you told him to stop smirking during interviews he started smiling every time you entered the room instead texts you memes. waits for you to like his IG posts. when you told him “this can’t happen,” he just blinked and said,

“so you have thought about it.” sends you flowers signed “from a fan”

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Sabia que era BR!! O molho, né? ksksks. To amando sua escrita 💕

a gente se reconhece! KKKKK obrigada, baby!

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you're scared of thunderstorms – f1 grid reactions

lando norris the thunder cracks, and your whole body flinches he looks over from the couch and instantly drops his controller “oh no. baby. c’mere.” pulls you into his hoodie like it’s armor and wraps himself around you

“it’s just sky burps. loud, annoying sky burps. i got you.”

oscar piastri you go completely silent during the storm and curl up small he notices right away sits beside you without a word, hands you a soft blanket and holds your hand

“i’ll stay right here. you don’t have to say anything.” lets you put your head in his lap while he reads quietly to distract you

charles leclerc you jump at a thunderclap while brushing your teeth and he rushes in like

“did you fall? are you okay?” you whisper, “i hate storms.” his whole face softens. tucks you into bed and climbs in with you “i’ll talk until you fall asleep, d’accord? you’re safe.”

lewis hamilton you’re trying to hide it, but he sees right through you sits beside you and gently rubs your arm

“what do you need right now, love? silence? my voice? a song?” puts on your favorite calming playlist kisses your forehead between booms “nothing’s gonna hurt you while i’m here.”

carlos sainz a lightning flash makes you yelp and jump into his side he holds you tightly and half-laughs, but it’s soft

“you’re shaking.” carries you to bed, lights a candle, and wraps you in his arms like a human weighted blanket “storms pass. i don’t.”

daniel ricciardo pretends he’s not taking it seriously until he sees your face then all jokes drop

“hey, no teasing, i promise. you okay?” sits you in his lap, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder tells dumb stories and makes you laugh softly “we’ll ride it out together, alright?”

max verstappen you crawl under the covers and he follows without a word pulls you into his chest, one hand steady on your back

“it’s just noise. i’m not going anywhere.” stays up with you the whole time mutters sleepy little things in your hair “if you need to squeeze me when it hits, do it. i don’t mind.”

gabriel bortoleto you flinch every time the thunder rolls and he notices from across the room immediately goes to you, cups your face

“hey. hey. look at me.” kisses your forehead “you’re with me. okay? nothing can get you here.” holds your hand tight through every flash

franco colapinto you’re pacing in the hallway because of the storm he gently guides you back to the couch, wraps a blanket around your shoulders

“shh, mi amor. sit with me.” tells you about his childhood storms and how he used to imagine the clouds just playing “they’re loud. but they go away. and i’ll stay.”

lance stroll he finds you curled up on the couch, staring out the window, body tense immediately grabs the softest hoodie and wraps it around you

“storms freak you out, huh?” sits beside you and pulls you into his chest, lets your head rest over his heart “that sound? that’s all you need to focus on. just me. right here.”

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LH44 X YOUNGER READER. ❤️

when he’s going through a rough time in races and realizes how supportive you’ve been.

– Lewis is used to pressure. He’s been carrying the weight of legacy, expectations, and criticism since before you ever came into his life. But lately? It’s been hitting differently. The car’s not where it should be. Quali’s been rough. He walks into interviews with a thousand thoughts in his head and leaves with even more. He’s tired. And a little bit lost.

– You notice, of course. Even if he says he’s fine, you see it — in the way he stares at the ceiling at 2am, the way he lets silence hang in the car longer than usual.

– You never push. You just show up. With fresh fruit bowls in the morning. With a hot bath ready after media days. With small notes hidden in his suitcase before flights —

“You’ve already won in more ways than one. Keep going, my love.” “The world is lucky to watch you.”

– He doesn’t say much at first. Just kisses your forehead, hugs you tighter at night, lets himself sink into your softness.

– But one night, after a particularly brutal weekend, he comes home to find you in the kitchen — one of his hoodies swallowing your frame, cooking something comforting with his playlist on. You turn around, smile like he just won Monaco. And something in him breaks — the heavy, stubborn wall of “I have to handle this alone.”

– He walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, buries his face in your neck, and whispers,

“You’ve been holding me up. And I haven’t said thank you.”

– After that moment, he can’t stop showing it. He starts sending you voice notes from the paddock. Buys you a delicate necklace engraved with the initials “L H + 🖤” and tells you,

“You’re the one thing that brings me peace when nothing else makes sense.”

– Plans a surprise dinner on the rooftop where you first told him you loved him. Has your favorite dessert waiting. Hands you a card that just says:

“I thought I had to be strong for everyone. Then I realized I can be soft with you.”

– Holds your hand in public more. Posts you on his story with a quiet “grateful” caption. You’re still younger, still a little unexpected in his world — but to him? You are the world.

– “I’m not just in love with you,” he says one night, curled into you after a long race weekend. “I need you. You’ve become my calm. And I hope I’ve become yours.”

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you’re my favorite account ever your stories are so fricking cute, please keep doing what you’re doing!

omg stoppp 🥺 that means so much to me!!! i’m seriously smiling like an idiot right now!!!

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pregnant wife is extra emotional – f1 grid reactions

lando norris you cry because you forgot how to spell “banana” he panics like there’s blood on the floor “WHAT’S WRONG???” you just sob, holding your phone and spelling it out loud he tries not to laugh. fails. but hugs you anyway “it’s okay. we’ll never eat bananas again. they’re banned.”

oscar piastri you’re quiet. emotional. tearful. he doesn’t say a word just sits beside you with a hand on your belly lets you cry it out, kisses your temple “it’s okay. cry if you need. i’ve got you.” asks if you want hot chocolate or a nap. maybe both. he becomes your emotional support husband™️

charles leclerc you get weepy over a commercial with a dog he sits there blinking, like ?? “is this hormones or do you actually want a dog?” you start sobbing harder he panics and brings tissues, chocolate, and every single pillow in the house also googles “what not to say to pregnant wife crying”

lewis hamilton you cry while folding baby clothes he walks in, instantly kneels down and holds your face “what’s going on in that heart of yours, love?” listens to everything, rubs your back, tells you you’re doing amazing tucks you into bed and puts on your comfort movie also cries with you, because he’s that emotionally connected

carlos sainz you yell at the oven. literally scream at it. he walks in like “…am i interrupting?” you burst into tears. “I BURNED THE TOAST” he pulls you into a hug, laughing softly “you’re not mad at me, no?” makes a new batch of toast and calls it “healing bread”

daniel ricciardo you get emotional because your bellybutton’s changing shape he gasps like it’s life-changing “YOUR BUTTON IS BLOOMING” calls it your magic center takes photos of you every day and narrates everything with an Aussie accent to make you laugh kisses your belly like it’s made of gold

gabriel bortoleto you cry while brushing your hair he slowly takes the brush from your hand “leave it to me, meu amor.” sits you down, brushes your hair so gently, tells you you’re beautiful “it’s normal, tá? feel it. i’m here.” makes tea and reads baby name lists out loud to distract you

franco colapinto you get emotional because your feet are swollen and “ugly” he kneels down, kisses each one and says “these feet are carrying our baby. i think they’re the most beautiful feet in the world.” makes you lay down, puts a pillow under your legs draws little smiley faces on your toes with a marker until you laugh

max verstappen you start crying mid-conversation he stares. stiff. nervous. “…was it something I said?” you say no, you’re just overwhelmed. he nods like he gets it (he does not) proceeds to cancel all plans, order food, and set up the coziest space ever sits beside you with one hand on your belly, quiet and steady “you cry as much as you want. i’m right here.”

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LN4 x tall!reader headcanons

– Lando loves that you’re taller than him. Like, more than he’ll ever admit out loud. He’ll still joke, of course — but deep down, he thinks it’s the hottest, softest thing ever.

– When you stand next to him, he always looks up at you with this teasing grin like

“I feel so safe and so threatened right now.”

– Absolutely melts when you bend down to kiss him. He pretends to groan and go “ugh, tall people…” but his fingers curl into your shirt every single time like he never wants you to pull away.

– He lives for cuddling where your legs tangle together and his head ends up on your chest or shoulder. You stroke his hair and he just hums like a sleepy cat.

“I love that I can just... curl into you. It feels nice.”

– Gets flustered when you wear oversized sweaters and still somehow look model tall in them.

“It’s not fair that you get to be hot and cozy at the same time.”

– Whenever you say something about your height — like “ugh, I feel like a giant in this picture” — he shuts it down immediately.

“Nope. You look stunning. Gorgeous. Tall queen energy. Next question.”

– He gets so proud seeing you walk into a room. Like… look at her. That’s mine.

“You see her? The tall one with the dreamy face and terrifying legs? She picked me.”

– Tries to reach something for you on a high shelf once. Fails spectacularly. You get it in one smooth motion. He looks at you with a soft smile like

“...marry me?”

– In bed, he’s obsessed with you wrapping around him like a protective blanket. You spoon him once and he’s like

“Yep. This is how I die. Happy.”

– Tells his friends things like

“I don’t care how tall she is. That’s my girl. That’s my safe place.” and they’re like “bro…” but he means it.

– You pick him up once as a joke and he legit blushes for an hour.

“don’t do that again.” “why not?” “...because I might like it too much.”

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soft tissue therapy ── LN4 version .✦

Lando’s quiet.

Which is already suspicious. You know him — quiet Lando means scheming Lando, or worse, in-his-head Lando.

You’re both on the couch, TV playing something neither of you are watching, his legs tangled with yours, your blanket draped lazily across both of you. His head rests on your shoulder, curls brushing your cheek, and his arm is stretched over your chest like he owns the entire space.

But it’s not the arm that gets you. It’s the hand.

More specifically, the fact that his hand is just. There. On your boob.

Casual. Relaxed. Maybe a little too comfortable.

And then—there it is. A slow, gentle squeeze.

You blink. “Lando.”

“Hm?” He doesn't look up. Just presses his face further into your neck, like he didn’t just fondle you like a fidget toy.

You tilt your head, suspicious. “Are you… using my boob as a stress ball?”

He’s silent for two seconds.

Then, a tiny guilty laugh. “Noooo…”

You don’t move. “Lando.”

“I mean,” he finally mutters, voice muffled against your shoulder, “it’s kinda the perfect shape.”

You open your mouth in pure disbelief. He doesn’t even have the decency to sound ashamed.

“Squishy. Responsive. Warm.” He gives it another experimental squeeze. “Yeah, really calming actually.”

“Lando!”

“What?! It’s yours! You act like I’m squeezing random tits for anxiety relief.”

“You—” You pause. “You literally have, like, five fidget toys on your desk.”

“Yeah, but none of them moan when I kiss their collarbone.”

Your brain breaks. Fully shuts down.

He finally lifts his head and grins at you, all proud and annoying. “You should feel honored, really. You’ve been promoted to emotional support boob.”

You blink at him. “You’re not normal.”

“You knew that when you moved in.”

He cuddles in closer, shamelessly draping himself across your chest like a weighted blanket with fast hands and a racing license. His thumb gently strokes the curve of your breast like it’s comforting him.

You sigh dramatically. “You’re unbelievable.”

Lando smiles against your neck, smug and sleepy. “No, I’m touch-starved and you’re squishy.”

You whack the back of his head. He just laughs, because of course he does.

“I can stop,” he says, pretending to pull away, but his hand doesn’t move.

You give him a look.

He smirks. “Didn’t think so.”

Later, when you’re both half-asleep, he mumbles softly against your collarbone, “My little stress titty,” and then immediately starts giggling at himself.

You think about kicking him off the couch. You don’t.

Because truth be told… He is kind of less annoying when he’s groping you like a comfort object.

Kind of.

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amazing writing + includes Daniel in the grid posts?!?? A girl after my heart 😩

how could i not include my man??? we need him thereeee💅

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soft tissue therapy ── OP81 .✦

cw: suggestive but not explicit, just oscar piastri squeezing a boob for emotional stability

Oscar is quiet.

Which isn’t exactly unusual — he’s always quiet, even when he’s in a good mood. But right now he’s suspiciously silent. Face buried in your neck. One arm slung across your chest. And his hand… planted very intentionally on your boob.

Not resting. Not passive.

One finger twitches.

You don’t even look at him, just blink at the ceiling.

“Oscar.”

He doesn’t move. Just lets out a long breath against your skin. The hand stays exactly where it is.

“Mm.”

“Are you using my boob as a stress ball?”

His thumb flexes gently — squeeze.

Oh. So that’s what we’re doing.

Oscar finally lifts his head a little, looks at you with those calm, annoyingly unreadable brown eyes. “You’re soft. And I’m stressed.”

You raise your eyebrows. “So you decided to just grab a titty about it?”

He blinks, unbothered. “I decided to regulate my nervous system using a natural tool provided by my environment.”

You stare at him. He stares back, completely serious.

You blink again.

“I hate you.”

He presses a slow, smug kiss to your collarbone. “No you don’t.”

You sigh. His hand doesn’t move. He’s cradling your boob like it’s a warm mug of tea after a race debrief.

“I can stop,” he says softly, “if it bothers you.”

You squint at him.

“But I might die.”

You snort — an involuntary little laugh. Of course that makes him smile, all satisfied and smug and cozy. He squeezes again.

“This is medical,” he adds.

“MEDICAL?”

Oscar nods solemnly. “Better than a foam roller. And less expensive than therapy.”

You shove his shoulder but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he curls in closer.

“I’m serious,” he says. “It’s comforting. My left hand is emotionally bonded to your left boob now. That’s just how things are.”

“You’re so annoying.”

He kisses your cheek. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Silence. His hand stays. Another soft squeeze.

You glance down at him suspiciously. “Did you do this during the race weekend?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

“Oscar.”

“…Once.”

“During a race weekend? Like in public?”

“Technically I was inside the driver’s room.”

“Oh my god.”

He grins into your shoulder. “I imagined it, okay?”

You bury your face in your pillow and laugh. He kisses your neck in retaliation.

“I hate that I find this cute,” you mutter.

Oscar hums. “You’re gonna let me keep doing it though.”

You roll your eyes. “Only if you say thank you to the boob.”

He turns his face, gently nuzzles your chest, and whispers with mock sincerity: “Thank you for your service.”

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roommates with unbearable tension – f1 grid reactions ── .✦

lando norris ── .✦

the tension is so bad the walls feel it he walks around shirtless and acts casual, but glances at you every 2 seconds late-night Mario Kart turns into knees touching on the couch he says something dumb like

“imagine if we were dating lol” but he’s not joking. he’s dying for you to say “why imagine?”

oscar piastri ── .✦

painfully quiet yearning he watches you pour cereal in the morning and thinks “i could marry them” but says nothing accidentally brushes your hand when you both reach for the same mug and it’s like

“oh. oh no. oh no i like them too much.” writes it all out in the Notes app and never sends it

charles leclerc ── .✦

you touch his shoulder once in the hallway and he thinks about it for 6 days calls his mom like

“maman… i’m going to die here.” he leaves little pastries on your side of the counter gets irrationally jealous when someone flirts with you at a party crashes on the couch after one too many drinks and whispers “i love you. wait—forget that.” (you don’t.)

lewis hamilton ─ .✦

he’s so good at hiding it except when he walks into the kitchen at 2AM and finds you in his hoodie and he just STARES you catch him and he’s like

“couldn’t sleep. you?” it’s a lie. he couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like to kiss you

carlos sainz ── .✦

acts so confident but is literally a mess inside always brushing past you in the kitchen like

“you like touching me or something?” you roll your eyes he dies a little mutual “almost” moments: reaching for the same thing, collapsing on the couch after cleaning, falling asleep facing each other one time he mumbles “if i kiss you, you’ll kiss me back?” and you pretend you didn’t hear it

daniel ricciardo ── .✦

flirty. way too flirty. but the second you flirt back?? his whole body malfunctions calls you “roomie” with the most ridiculous smirk, then stares at your lips writes “D+Y 4EVER” as a joke on the fridge whiteboard and erases it the next day one night, after brushing teeth side by side, he whispers

“i can’t take this anymore.” and you just stand there frozen heart exploding

gabriel bortoleto ── .✦

he’s so obvious about it stares a little too long when you laugh gives you his coffee mug every morning watches you leave for a date with someone else and sits on the floor like a drama queen your friend visits and says

“you guys are dating, right?” you both go “NO.” in unison. and then don’t speak for three hours

franco colapinto ── .✦

has a playlist titled “they’ll never know” steals your blanket “accidentally” accidentally calls you “babe” and pretends it didn’t happen you fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie and he does not. move. a. muscle.

“you good?” “...no.”

max verstappen ── .✦

he feels it. you feel it. no one says anything but everything is heavy — standing too close in the kitchen, his hoodie on your bedroom chair, the way he opens the door for you like you’re delicate sits next to you on the couch with exactly one inch between you thinks about closing that space every single day

“i’m not gonna ruin this unless i’m sure.” but he’s sure. he just doesn’t know if you are

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stealing each other’s body heat– f1 grid reactions. ── .✦

lando norris ── .✦

steals YOUR body heat literally cold 24/7?? shoves his freezing feet between your thighs like that’s not war crime behavior

“babe, c’mon, you’re the warm one. it’s your job.” wraps around you like a sad little sea otter. you call him annoying. he smiles like he won the lottery.

oscar piastri ── .✦

you steal HIS heat he’s always a human radiator — you call him your “personal heater” and he just raises an eyebrow like

“don’t act like that’s not why you keep me around.” lets you glue yourself to his side at night, even flips the covers off himself if you’re cold puts his hand on the back of your neck to warm you up and it’s so casual, it’s lethal.

charles leclerc ── .✦

mutual heat theft you start the night on separate sides. by morning, you’re a tangled mess of limbs, blankets kicked off, both sweaty but unwilling to separate he’s always like

“it’s hot… but I like you too much.” refuses to let go first. even if he’s melting.

lewis hamilton ── .✦

lets you steal HIS heatsilently opens his arms when you crawl into bed like a cold gremlin doesn’t say a word — just kisses the top of your head and tucks your feet under his thighs later whispers

“you always find your way to me when you’re cold. i like that.”

carlos sainz ── .✦

steals YOUR heat doesn’t even ask. just shows up in bed and immediately grabs your entire body like a space heater

“this is your fault. you made me soft.” his cold hands always find your stomach or back like it’s normal behavior

daniel ricciardo ── .✦

you steal HIS heat, but he LOVES it calls himself “danny heater 3000” and acts like you’re his greatest fan

“what would you do without me? freeze? exactly.” but also wraps his arms around you and hums little songs into your neck when you shiver definitely has one sock on and a hoodie half off. chaos warmth.

gabriel bortoleto ── .✦

mutual heat stealing but YOU start it you get cold. you scoot close. he makes fun of you. then cuddles you until you fall asleep and doesn’t move a muscle

“if you wanted to sleep on top of me you could’ve just said.” but he melts when you say you like how warm he is.

franco colapinto ── .✦

steals YOUR heat and blames you for it gets in bed like

“i’m not cold. just wanna be close.” then five minutes later he’s clinging to your back like a baby koala you’re like, “you’re cold.” he’s like, “you love it.” he’s right.

max verstappen ── .✦

you steal HIS heat, he pretends not to notice but adjusts the blankets to cover you better places his hand on your thigh like a lil weight you nest into his chest and he doesn’t say a word just hums once. maybe twice.

“you’re always cold. lucky for you, i’m not.”

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your kid treats them like their dad – f1 grid reactions ── .✦

lando norris ── .✦

he was nervous at first — “what if your kid hates me?” kind of nervous but they warm up to him fast, especially after he teaches them how to use a camera the first time they call him “dad” by accident he FREEZES mid-sentence you’re like 😳 but he just kneels down and goes

“hey, is that okay with you? ‘cause that’s really okay with me.” tears up in the car later. won't admit it.

oscar piastri ── .✦

treats your kid with so much quiet respect not overbearing, never forces anything just shows up. every time. one day, the kid runs up to him at the park like

“dad, look!” he stares, stunned, softest smile ever “…that’s me?” he doesn’t say a word after — just holds their hand tighter walking back to the car

charles leclerc ── .✦

he’s such a natural with them it almost hurts does little voices. fake races in the hallway. bedtime stories in French your kid makes a Father’s Day card and gives it to him — no hesitation he sees “to Charles (my second favorite Ferrari)” on it laughs. then absolutely sobs later that night

“i didn’t think i’d be someone’s papa so soon… but i love this.”

lewis hamilton ── .✦

he’s so soft and gentle with your child it makes everyone cry always down on their level when he talks to them makes them playlists and lets them sit in the front seat during errands the first time they fall asleep on his chest, he’s just… quiet

“they trust me. that means everything.” frames a photo of the three of you for the living room without saying a word

carlos sainz ── .✦

acts super casual but is secretly OBSESSED with being called dad your kid asks him to come to a school event and he says yes instantly draws a picture of “me and daddy carlos” and gives it to him he keeps it in his wallet teaches them Spanish and pretends to be strict but lets them braid his hair and call him “papi” like it’s nothing

daniel ricciardo ── .✦

IMMEDIATELY turns into fun stepdad of the year makes weird songs for brushing teeth teaches them dumb Aussie slang like “budgie smuggler” they call him “dad” during a game of Uno and he pauses

“you mean… ME?” acts like it’s casual but buys matching shirts the next day tells people “these are my people” with the proudest grin ever

gabriel bortoleto ── .✦

treats your kid like royalty reads every bedtime story with voices the first time the kid draws a crayon family of three, he almost loses it

“sou eu? tipo... de verdade?” (that's me? like... really?) takes them out for Saturday bakery runs and calls it “our little tradition” you find him asleep on the couch with the kid on his chest every other Sunday

franco colapinto ── .✦

awkward at first but tries so hard the first time they hold his hand on their own, he nearly cries starts drawing cartoons for them, custom little stories they shout “papa look!” during a video call he literally MUTES HIMSELF and has a breakdown of joy

“they called me papa. i didn’t even ask for that. that’s insane.”

max verstappen ── .✦

very lowkey, very protective acts like it’s no big deal until your kid gets hurt at the park and yells

“I want Max!!” max RUNS. drops everything. from then on, it’s over — he’s fully in calls them “kiddo,” teaches them to play video games lets them nap on him during F1 races and whispers “you’re safe. always.”

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updated!

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OSCAR PIASTRI✮⋆˙:

torque & tenderness

not-so-shy-boyfriend!oscar piastri who... 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS... 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

random texts with oscar piastri🏎️x olympic!skater!reader🛹

HEADCANONS - BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER - OSCAR PIASTRI ☆

OSCAR PIASTRI X LOUD GIRLFRIEND HEADCANON

five ways he loves you

oscar piastri x emotional/sensitive!reader ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

LANDO NORRIS✮⋆˙:

pre-race friction

blurred focus.

off limits

stay in bed, baby

LANDO NORRIS X READER – CHAOTIC COUPLE HEADCANON

stop looking at me like that ── .✦ lando norris x leclerc!reader

lando norris x short!reader headcanons

lando norris is clingy.

LEWIS HAMILTON✮⋆˙:

for good luck

headcanons — younger!girlfriend x lewis hamilton .✦

headcanons — younger!girlfriend x lewis hamilton / how he acts with the age-gap.

FIRST TIME TOGETHER – LEWIS HAMILTON X YOUNGER GF HEADCANON. /+18

koala mode. - lewis hamilton x younger!reader.🐨

"silent treatment" — lewis hamilton x younger!reader

CHARLES LECLERC✮⋆˙:

parle-moi doucement

into the grid

you’re younger & insecure about your acne – charles leclerc headcanon ── .✦

DANIEL RICCIARDO✮⋆˙:

cold hands, warm crush

pit pass heart

GABRIEL BORTOLETO✮⋆˙:

almost was.

red cheeks, checkered flags

sweet tooth

CARLOS SAINZ✮⋆˙:

CARLOS SAINZ X YOUNGER!READER HEADCANONS

MAX VERSTAPPEN✮⋆˙:

home again

G R I D R E A C T I O N S

✦soft habits – f1 grid reactions✦ ✦you moan their name in your sleep – f1 grid reactions ✦ you’re awkward with PDA and physical affection – f1 grid reactions ��─ .✦ you're from another country? – f1 grid reactions ── .✦ the grid reacts to dating the internet’s favorite paddock princess father’s day with him as your baby daddy ── .✦ boobs or ass?– f1 grid preferences ── .✦ you cut yourself shaving – grid reactions ── .✦ you finally tease them back – frenemy vibes taking care of you drunk (while they’re drunk too) ✦you start crying during an argument and they instantly regret everything – f1 grid reactions ✦

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[p1girlfriend]

You deserve a kiss AND follow. Mwah 😘 I love you and your fics. Love love love

aw babeeeeeee!! so much love for you! mwaaaaah

[p1girlfriend]

I FINALLY FOUND A BRAZILIAN ON THIS APP 😭

It's so hard to find someone here 💔

AWWWW OIIIII!!!

it really is :(

[p1girlfriend]

do you write for retired F1 drivers like Sebastian Vettel or kimi?

sure!