sieun-my-lovee

[sieun-my-lovee]

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Reader is in a relationship with Alex and Carlos and when she joins them on race day. She gets overwhelmed by how chaotic it becomes because they both end up on podium so they both comfort her when they're back in the drivers room etc...

Tysm 💞

i love this request so much!! i hope i've got this request right.....carbonoooo!

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Chaos in victory

alex albon x carlos sainz x female!reader

tw: panic, swearing, chaos

y/n had been to countless Grand Prix weekends before. She'd lost count around 30. Rain or sun, jet-lagged or wide awake, she was there for them. For Carlos Sainz and Alex Albon. Their schedules were relentless, the travel grueling, but she loved the rhythm of their world — fast cars, early mornings, adrenaline-fueled afternoons. It was a world she had grown used to.

This weekend, though, something about the energy in the paddock felt different. It was Silverstone, after all. Her personal favourite of the F1 calendar. Alex's 'home' race. The one race even people who didn’t care about Formula 1 knew. Silverstone wasn’t just a race; it was an event. Paparazzi, unpredictable weather, some celebrities, all the British Youtubers — it had all the makings of a Hollywood movie, and today, somehow, she felt like the reluctant lead in one.

Carlos and Alex were both driving for Williams this season — a seismic shift in the sport’s narrative. Carlos moving to Williams from Ferrari was one of the biggest changes in history. Well, even if it was more Lewis moving to Ferrari. Williams had been clawing their way back up the grid for years, and now, with two podium-worthy drivers, they were turning heads. Hushed conversations in motorhomes were giving way to louder speculations in press conferences.

y/n had arrived with them at the paddock rhat morning, nestled in between Alex's easy laughter and Carlos' quiet focus. She wore a simple dress, sunglasses perched on her head, trying to blend in, though there was no real way to disappear when you were dating two of the most followed drivers in the sport.

Not that it was very public knowledge.

Not yet.

They kept their relationship public, but not too public. They weren't scared to show an ounce of affection at all, no, they were more than happy to do that, but, people didn't know much about y/n at all. All of her social media's were private, very few followers, little posts and thousands of follow requests.

They were discreet — touches on the small of each other's back, a kiss pressed to their temple when no one was watching. Their relationship had always been equal parts thrilling and grounding. They were different in so many ways, but with her, they found common ground — built something tender and real.

The morning had been fine. The afternoon? Not so much.

As the lights went out and the cars surged forward, chaos already happened. It was raining, most cars on the intermediates, some on the wets. Williams were on the wets, and that seemed to be the better tire. Charles Leclerc spun out on the third corner. Lando Norris was skidding everywhere, not finding any grip. Oliver Bearman and Liam Lawson collided, resulting in a yellow flag. Chaos. But, Carlos and Alex were in P3 and P5.

Anything could go wrong, one bad corner, one bad pit stop, one missed breaking point...

But today, nothing felt wrong.

In fact, everything went right.

Carlos drove like a man possessed — fluid, assertive, ruthless in all the right ways. Alex was equally brilliant, holding off the Mercedes behind him with a level of defensive driving that had the commentators losing their minds. Lap by lap, y/n sat in the garage, knuckles white against the edge of the table, her breath shallow.

When they crossed the finish line — Carlos in P2 and Alex in P3 — she didn’t move.

The garage erupted. Engineers screaming, hugging, some even crying. James Vowels was shaking hands like he'd just won a presidential election. Photographers pushed their way into every available corner. The noise, the flashing lights, the shouting — it all surged at her in one massive wave.

y/n stood, her legs numb. She had smiled, she had clapped, but it was all automatic. Her heart pounded — not with joy, not at first — but with panic. Everyone was celebrating, and she couldn’t find space to breathe.

Alex and Carlos were gone, pulled into the whirlpool of post-race obligations — press, podium, champagne, interviews, more press. She was shuffled along with the crowd but eventually peeled away. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t stand there and pretend the chaos wasn’t clawing at her throat.

So she slipped into Alex’s driver room and shut the door.

The silence was almost worse.

She sank to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest. Her chest ached. Her head was buzzing. She tried to take deep breaths, to ground herself the way she’d practiced, but nothing worked. Every cheer that echoed from down the hallway was like another jolt to her nervous system. It was too much. She wanted to be proud. She was proud. But her body wasn’t listening.



The door opened ten minutes later.

"y/n?"

It was Alex. Still in his race suit, hair damp with champagne, rain and sweat. Carlos was right behind him, already nearly pealed completely out of his gear.

"There you are," Carlos exhaled, stepping in quickly and shutting the door. "We were looking everywhere."

Alex's joy faltered the second he really took her form in on the floor. His eyes widened. "Hey — hey, whats wrong?"

y/n looked at him and tried to smile "I-I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I just needed a minute."

Carlos was already kneeling beside her, his hand warm on her knee. “You don’t look fine, cariño. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered truthfully. "I really don’t know. I was just watching the race and then you both podiumed and everyone was shouting and hugging and—” Her breath caught. “It was just… loud. So loud. I didn’t want to ruin anything. I didn’t want to take away from your moment. I'm so fucking proud of both of you, but-"

Alex sat on the other side of her and pulled her gently into his arms. “You didn’t ruin anything. Not even close. Nowhere near, baby."

“I wasn’t expecting it to hit me like that,” she murmured, her voice cracking. “I’ve done this a hundred times. I thought I was okay. But then I just—couldn’t. It was so loud and you weren't there."

Carlos brushed her damp hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead. “You don’t have to explain it. You don’t have to apologise.”

“But I do,” she insisted, trying to sit up. “You both had this incredible, historic day, and I was in here having a breakdown.”

"y/n, stop." Alex's voice was soft yet firm. “You didn’t take anything away from today. You’re part of this. You’re part of us. And if part of us is overwhelmed, then we take care of it. Just like you’ve always taken care of us.”

Carlos nodded, fingers trailing gently over her arm. “You’ve been our anchor since the start. You get us through the ugly races, the DNFs, any injuries we have, the sleepless nights. You don’t have to be perfect all the time. Just be you."

“I didn’t want you to see me like this today,” she admitted. “Not today of all days. I feel so bad."

Alex leaned his forehead against hers. “There’s no wrong day to need us. None.”

“We’re yours,” Carlos added. “Not just when things are calm. But when they’re loud and messy, too. You’re not alone in this. We're here. We aren't going anywhere."

Tears slipped down her cheeks then — silent and slow — and neither of them tried to stop them. Alex tightened his hold around her, tucking her into his chest. Carlos wrapped his arm around both of them, his other hand finding hers gently.

The driver room smelled like champagne, sweat, and something faintly like vanilla from her perfume. It was a strange mix, but familiar. Comforting.

“I’m so proud of you both,” she whispered eventually. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before. Watching you on the podium… it broke something open in me. It was euphoric."

“It was surreal,” Alex admitted, voice still tinged with disbelief. “I kept looking over at Carlos, like — ‘Is this actually real?’”

Carlos laughed under his breath. “I was too busy trying not to trip on the steps.”

They all chuckled softly. The tension eased slightly in y/n's chest.

“I think I just hit my limit,” she murmured. “It’s been such a whirlwind. The pressure, the media, the travel. And today just… tipped it. I've been holding it in for too long. Haven't cried in ages."

“You don’t need to carry all that by yourself,” Alex said. “We’re here. We’re in this with you. We'll carry the weight with you."

Carlos nodded. “Always.”

She sank into them again, letting their warmth and words settle around her like armor. Slowly, the panic unraveled, replaced by something quieter. Something steady. Love.

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They stayed in that room far longer than they should have, curled up on the couch in a tangle of limbs and whispered reassurances. The team would probably be looking for them soon — more press, more photos, more celebration — but in that moment, none of them cared. Staying together was far more important.

Carlos kissed her cheek. “You’re the strongest person we know, you know that? No joke."

Alex kissed her temple. “And the most loved.”

And for the first time that day, y/n allowed herself to feel it all. The pride. The fear. The joy. The love. She didn’t push it away. She didn’t hide it.

Because she was theirs.

And they were hers.

Even when it was loud.

Especially then.

and that's it done!! gosh, i hope you enjoyed and i hope i wrote the request write. this took me two days, i'm so sorry! but it's done now and i hope you like it.

please let me know if there is any spelling errors!

[sieun-my-lovee]

black suits and quiet hearts

oscar piastri x fem!reader

tw: swearing, scenes of lando and magui together, reader and magui friendship, possessive!oscar, kissing, touching, oscar jealous of lando, quiet!reader, making fun of a job, reader likes oscar's muscles 🤷‍♀️

reader works in a nursery with little kids.

if you don't like magui, simply click off. no hate is tolerated and will be blocked

The dressing room was large and softly lit, tucked into the back of the hotel's exclusive penthouse suite. Plush, velvet furniture, racks of designer tuxedos, and floor-length mirrors lined the walls, while the sound of the bustling hotel downstairs was just a whisper behind closed doors.

Oscar Piastri stood near the far end of the room, shirtless, as his stylist fussed over the collar of the crisp white dress shirt she was preparing to slip over his toned frame. y/n l/n stood quietly behind him, hands clasped in front of her, her eyes locked on the sharp lines of his shoulder blades. Her frame was dressed in soft champagne satin dress that shimmered subtly against her skin, her hair cascading down her back like sunlit waves. Her eyes were wide, but calm. Observing. Always observing.

Next to them, Lando Norris chuckled at something his own stylist had said, his shirt hanging open as Magui Corceiro leaned into him, her fingers tracing lazy circles just under his ribs. She wore a form-fitting dress, her long legs glowing in the rooms warm lighting.

Oscar's voice was low as he titled his head down slightly, letting y/n adjust the hem of his sleeve. His biceps flexed as he moved, catching y/n's attention. She swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. Oscar saw it. He saw everything.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, lips ghosting over her ear.

y/n nodded, lips barely parting as she whispered, "yes."

Oscar reached with one hand, curling it around her hip and pulling her into his side. His grip wasn't hard — but it was firm. Possessive. Gentle. Protective. The kind of touch that said, you're mine. And she adored it.

His stylist gave a huff but stepped aside, muttering something about needing to fetch another tie. The moment she was gone, Oscar turned to fully face y/n and cupped her face with both hands. He kissed her, slowly, with the kind of thorough patience that made her knees weak. One hand slid into his curls — she loved his hair — and her other palm braced on his chest. She could feel the slow, steady beat of his heart. Oscar’s biceps curled around her waist, holding her there, refusing to let her drift even an inch away.

y/n was head over heals for this man.

"Hey," Lando called from across the room, his eyes trained on the couple currently kissing. "You two done pretending the rest of us don't exist?"

He got no response. "y/n?" he tried again. "Oscar?"

Still nothing.

Lando rolled his eyes, dragging his thumb along Magui's thigh as she leaned into him. "I swear, they could be making out during a fire and not notice."

y/n heard him and looked over. Oscar's thumb brushed her cheekbone. Her breathing was slow, lips still tingling. He placed two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. He whispered, "Ignore him."

Across the room, Lando looked to Magui. "Are they always like this?"

Magui gave a small smile. "They're in love," she said simply, fingers dancing over Lando's chest. "Let them be."

"I am letting them be," Lando said, voice dropping to its usual husky tone." "I'm just saying, it's like they're stuck in their own movie."

y/n finally looked over, her gaze flicking to Magui and offering the woman a small, shy smile. Magui returned it, genuine and warm. There was a tenderness between them. y/n had never really understood the hate that followed Magui around like a storm cloud. The gossip, the judgment, the whispered words from people who’d never met her.

To y/n, Magui was just lovely. She spoke with a pretty accent, always smelled like vanilla and oranges, and when she laughed, it was real.

y/n's eyes moved to lando as smiled at him too. Lando had nodded back. Beside y/n, Oscar's jaw was tight as he watched Lando, his hand still around y/n's waist.

Lando raised a brow at Oscar, his signature smirk crossing his lips. "Relax, Osc. Not touching your girl."

Oscar glared at the curly haired man and simply pulled y/n closer, kissing her temple.

y/n looked up at him, touching his arm gently. "You don't need to worry."

"I always worry," Oscar whispered, stroking her cheek. "And I always will."

A moment later, y/n looked over at Lando and Magui, currently engaged in a kiss, that was getting very heated, very quickly.

y/n looked away politely. Oscar didn’t. He watched everything. y/n placed a soft hand on his chest to calm him, thumb brushing over his heart again.

"It's okay, Oscar," she said quietly. "I don't mind, let them be."

Oscar's eyes flicked back to y/n and away from the other two. "I don't understand why he had to get...ready...in the same room," he hesitated before saying ready, seeing as Lando looked like he was about to take off all the clothes his stylist had put on him. "They're too close to you."

y/n laughed gently, brushing her lips over his cheek. "That's a little ridiculous. They're the whole way over there."

Oscar shrugged. "Still true."

Oscar kissed her.

Their stylists returned with ties and jackets, and the room shifted into a more focused energy. Oscar’s stylist began fastening his cufflinks, pausing and then rolling her eyes at the way his eyes never left y/n's face. Lando’s stylist was tugging the lapels of his jacket into place while Magui smoothed his shirt from behind, running her hands down his sides with deliberate care.

Lando turned to Magui, lifting a brow. "You know y/n works in a nursery. Like, teaches babies basically."

Magui frowned slightly, tilting her head, confused. "So?"

"I'm just saying — little kids? All fucking day?"

Magui swatted his arm. "Shut up. It's sweet. She's amazing with children."

That made Lando grin. "Maybe we can make our own nursery..."

"Lando," Magui said, serious for a moment. "Don't be a dick. I really like her. She's good. You can feel it."

y/n, meanwhile, stood beside Oscar as he finished buttoning up his black velvet jacket. She ran her hand over the lapel, smoothing the fabric with reverence.

“You look incredible, you know?" she whispered.

Oscar leaned in, brushing his nose along her hairline. “You’re the one everyone will be staring at.”

“Not if I’m always staring at you.”

Oscar let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sigh. “You’re going to kill me.”

y/n smiled, soft and shy. "Not yet."

Lando rolled his eyes, hearing the whole conversation. "Do you two ever stop?"

Oscar glared at the other McLaren driver. "No," he said flatly.

y/n hid her face in Oscar's shoulder. He kissed the top of her head.

an hour later..

The event was about to begin. The dressing room emptied slowly. The two stylists stepped out first, their work done.

Magui adjusted Lando’s tie and whispered something that made him smile. y/n picked a piece of dust off Oscar’s jacket and stared at it like it was a piece of art. Then Oscar pulled her into one final, soft kiss before they left the room.

Neither of them heard Lando’s second attempt at a question. And honestly? He didn’t bother repeating it.

Not when they were like that.

Not when it was love, real love, all consuming and slow and quiet and loud in all the right ways.

And not when Magui was whispering his name like a secret only he deserved to hear.

hii! thank you so much for reading. i hope you liked it. there wasn't really a plot, just fluff from both couples!! let me know if i missed any warning and if i made any spelling mistakes. love you all!

[sieun-my-lovee]

hellooo! could i request a fic??? headcannons for si-eun??? pleaseee

for the request above!! thank you x

headcannons for yeon si-eun ❀

• Si-eun doesn't say "I'll protect you" — he shows it. If someone even looks at you wrong, his gaze shuts it down immediately. No words needed.

• He's really not the biggest with texting, but when he messages you, it's always something observant, like reminding you to eat or telling you little things he found which remind him of you.

• Whenever you two are together or on a 'date', it's often in a comfortable silence with the odd, soft words exchanged.

• If you're big on talking, that's great! Si-eun will happily sit there and stare at you while you talk.

• He's not very openly clingy, but he will hook his pinky with yours, hold you hand and hug you (if you hug him first).

• Si-eun definitely remembers every little thing. Your favourite snack, singer, book, song, drink, outfit..the list is endless.

• I don't think he'd be a very jealous boyfriend. If someone was flirting with you, he'd glare, stand closer, or say, very coldly, "go away."

• If you're upset or stressed, he won't really know what to say, but he'll listen. If you're hurt, he'll make sure he talks to the person who hurt you. He'd do anything to help you.

• He loves your voice. It calms him when he can't sleep, when his head gets too loud, when someone won't shut up. It brings calm to his messy.

• If you're reckless or do something silly, he would very gently scold you and ask you not to do it again. "Don't do that again. Please." He's not mad, just worried.

• Si-eun isn't big on pet names at all. Babe? Baby? No, Just your name. But he can't help the soft look on his face or tiny blush when you call him a cute name.

• If you two ever fight, he would silently apologise. Maybe make you/buy you your favourite drink or food, tidy your desk, do your homework...anything for you to understand that he still loves you.

• You're the only person who can touch his hair. (Not like that stops Baku). He loves the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair. The first few times you did it, he definitely flinched, but he learnt to love it.

• I feel like Si-eun would keep some spare stuff with him for you. A pen (ofc haha), a hair tie, a drink maybe? Anything you may randomly need.

• Your pain is his. If you cry, he goes still. He doesn't know what to do. He just knows he hates it.

• He let's you clean his wounds if he gets into a fight. he loves the feeling of your fingers touching his face and skin. He'll sit still and just watch you.

• You're the only one that can tease him. He doesn't glare at you when you call him a nerd or 'genius boy'.

okayy i hope you liked it! tell me if you disagree with anything or if anything is inaccurate. Let me know if there is any spelling or grammar mistakes!

[sieun-my-lovee]

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