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f1 grid | i'm so hungry i could eat a...

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : the tik-tok, "i'm so hungry i could eat a..." trend

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1011

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was so hilarious to write but i had to like deep dive for some of the drivers to make it ... interesting smirk 😼

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

you bite into your sandwich, chew for a second, then sigh. “i’m so hungry i could eat daniil kvyat.”

max freezes mid-sip. his eyes slowly lift to meet yours with the full force of “what the actual fuck.”

he doesn’t say anything. just shifts slightly, pulling his plate closer like you might lunge across the table. two hours later he casually asks if you’ve been watching cannibal documentaries again.

yuki tsunoda

you flop onto the couch, stomach growling, and groan, “ugh, i’m starving. i could eat kazuto kotaka.”

yuki chokes on the chip he was halfway through. “what?!? you can’t just say that about my friends!”

he looks both offended and mildly scared, texting kazuto immediately: “don’t come over. she’s feral.”

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

you yawn dramatically while stabbing your salad, then say, “i’m so hungry i could eat alex albon.”

george blinks slowly, like his soul left his body. “i—sorry, what did you just say?”

he stares at you for a solid ten seconds, then opens a notes app and types “watch out for her” with no further context.

kimi antonelli

you toss a fork into the sink and mutter under your breath, “i’m starving. could eat ollie bearman honestly.”

kimi’s entire head whips around. “i’m—huh???”

his ears go bright red. he starts stammering something about context and friendship and legality. leaves the room muttering, “what the hell is wrong with her,” but returns ten minutes later with snacks “just in case.”

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

you’re scrolling on your phone while eating cereal and casually say, “i could eat leo, he looks so soft.”

charles gasps so dramatically you think he’s joking—he’s not. “mon mon chat?? are you insane?? he is baby!!”

he picks leo up protectively and cradles him like you just declared war.

lewis hamilton

you lounge back on the couch and go, “ugh, i’m so hungry i could eat nicole scherzinger.”

lewis pauses mid-sip and just… raises an eyebrow. “so we’re just gonna say things like that now?”

he takes a beat. “honestly… i don’t blame you.”

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

you toss a piece of popcorn in your mouth, sigh dramatically, and say, “i’m so hungry i could eat luisinha.”

lando drops his controller mid-race. “what?” he looks personally attacked. pulls a pillow into his lap like it’s a safety barrier.

“why are you being like this??” he asks, jokingly.

oscar piastri

you’re doing absolutely nothing, just scrolling on your phone when you go, “i'm so hungry i could eat hattie.”

oscar slowly turns toward you. “that’s… my sister.” he doesn't yell. he doesn't flinch. he just stares at you like you told him the sky is green. "surely you mean to say, 'patty' right?"

you laugh, "like a krabby patty? no, i meant hattie,."

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

you sigh dramatically while picking through takeout, then go, “honestly? i’m so hungry i could eat taylor swift.”

fernando doesn’t even look up. “i beg your pardon.”

you blink. “…i'm just hungry...?”

he shrugs. “she’s powerful. that’s a strong protein source.”

lance stroll

you kick your feet up on the ottoman and mutter, “i could eat lawrence, honestly.”

lance turns so slowly it’s creepy. “my dad?” he doesn’t yell, just looks deeply unsettled. “what if he hears you, he might have you eaten?”

ʚ・williams

alex albon

you curl up beside him, all cozy, then whisper, “i’m so hungry i could eat bitbit.”

alex pulls back like you slapped him. “what the actual fuck did you just say??”

he’s already scooping bitbit into his arms. “you need to leave. i’m reporting you.”

carlos sainz

you’re peeling an orange and casually go, “i could eat isa hernáez, tbh.”

carlos chokes hard on his juice. he starts waving his hands like he's trying to reboot his own brain. “no no no. not this. not today.”

he walks out of the room mumbling “dios mío…” and comes back five minutes later with bread and zero explanation.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

you hum while scrolling, then casually go, “i’m so hungry i could eat kimi antonelli.”

ollie blinks. hard. “…like…why him?” immediately becomes suspicious of every time you’ve smiled at kimi.

he spirals for a full hour before asking, “wait… was that like a flirty hungry or a murdery hungry?”

esteban ocon

you stir your tea and murmur, “mmm, max verstappen sounds filling.”

esteban doesn’t look up. doesn’t breathe. doesn’t blink. “of course,” he says dryly, “we’re just devouring championship rivals now.”

your tea mysteriously disappears from the counter.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

you're laid out across the bed like a victorian widow and whisper, “i could eat yuki tsunoda.”

liam doesn’t flinch. he just sighs. “same, honestly.” pauses.

“…wait, what kind of eat are we talking about here?”

isack hadjar

you're giggling to yourself while reheating leftovers and casually say, “i’m so hungry i could eat… ze car.”

isack turns so fast his shoulder cracks. “i hate you so much.”

when you bust out laughing, he goes pale. “i am never going to live that down, am i?”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

you spin around dramatically in the kitchen and declare, “i could eat simba.”

pierre gasps so loud it echoes. “mon chien???” grabs simba and cradles him like he’s just intercepted an assassination attempt.

refuses to let you hold the dog for the rest of the day.

franco colapinto

you sigh mid-bite of your sandwich and mutter, “i could eat javier milei.”

franco just stares at you. like a mix of concern, existential dread, and the weight of the argentine government crashing down on him. “…why would you say that, what if he's listening?” he whispers.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

you're chewing on a breadstick and shrug, “i could eat kevin magnussen.”

nico doesn’t blink. doesn’t flinch. “get in line.”

he keeps chewing. you’re not sure if he’s serious. you don’t ask.

gabriel bortoleto

you’re giggling to yourself while setting the table, and blurt out, “i could eat isack hadjar.”

gabriel short-circuits. he stares at the salad you made like it might be laced with something. “you worry me.”

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[jungwnies]

not that kind of pole | partial grid

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, lando norris, and oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : you put a stripper pole in your bedroom, what's their reaction?

୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive (obviously) ୨ৎ : word count : 2076

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i don't think i have the core strength to use a stripper pole icl...

ʚ・max verstappen

max had barely dropped his bag at the door when he noticed it.

the room was dimly lit, soft music playing, everything normal… except for the gleaming silver pole now bolted to the floor and ceiling right in front of the bed.

he stood there, completely still, helmet still in hand.

you looked up from your spot by the dresser and grinned. “hi, baby.”

he raised a brow, eyes not leaving the pole. “what is that?”

“a surprise.”

he blinked slowly. “is this a joke?”

“nope.”

he walked over like he was inspecting a piece of equipment on the car — hands on his hips, eyes narrowed, head tilted just slightly. “you got a stripper pole installed. in our bedroom.”

“correct.”

“you planned this.”

“also correct.”

he stared for another beat, then muttered, “you’re dangerous.”

you leaned against the pole with a smirk. “only a little.”

max ran a hand down his face. “you know what this is going to do to me.”

“that’s the idea.”

he dropped his helmet onto the nightstand and exhaled hard. “no warning? no ‘hey babe, i’m turning our bedroom into a club’?”

you walked toward him, slow and deliberate, stopping just close enough to rest a finger on the center of his chest. “didn’t want to give you time to mentally prepare.”

“mission accomplished.”

you kissed his cheek, then pulled away. “want a demo?”

he didn’t even answer, just sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, jaw tight, eyes already fixed on you like he was gearing up for lights out.

the moment you started moving, just one smooth spin, one arch of your back, he exhaled something low and deeply unholy.

you landed with a little grin and looked over at him. “you okay?”

max was quiet, hand over his mouth, leg bouncing slightly. then:

“do it again.”

you tilted your head. “just once more?”

he looked at you like you were the last glass of champagne on the podium. “keep doing it until i say stop.”

you laughed, grabbing the pole again. “so bossy.”

he leaned forward, elbows on knees. “i’ll show you bossy when you’re done.”

and the look in his eyes said he meant it.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos had been suspicious the second you told him to “go for a walk or something” with a very specific time limit and a “don’t come back until i text you” tacked on. he even sent you a photo from a café just to prove he was obeying the rules.

but when he came home and walked into your shared bedroom… all of that patience instantly crumbled.

he stopped in the doorway, eyebrows raised, eyes trailing up the very real, very securely installed stripper pole now planted in the middle of the room.

“…¿perdona?”

you turned around with a grin, towel in hand, having just finished tightening the base. “hey babe.”

he stepped closer, slowly, like the pole might vanish if he moved too fast. “you put this… in here.”

“mhm.”

“you installed this,” he said again, pointing like he needed confirmation from the universe.

you nodded.

carlos rubbed the back of his neck, staring. “and… what exactly is the plan with it?”

you walked over to him, fingers grazing his chest. “well, i was going to surprise you with a full routine, but you’re early.”

he blinked. “mi amor, you think that’s the part i’m stuck on?”

you laughed, tugging him closer. “so, you hate it?”

he let out a breathy laugh, still in mild disbelief. “i think i’m about to have a religious experience.”

you kissed his jaw, slow and teasing. “i’ve been practicing.”

he swallowed. “okay. yes. okay. show me.”

“now?”

“now,” he said firmly, already backing up toward the bed like he was preparing for a performance of a lifetime.

the second you started, his whole demeanor changed. arms crossed. head tilted. a little smirk tugging at his mouth, but his eyes? locked in.

by the time you reached the final spin, carlos was on the edge of the bed, both hands gripping the sheets, pupils blown wide.

you didn’t even get a chance to ask for feedback before he was already walking toward you.

“you’re never getting rid of that,” he muttered against your neck.

you laughed. “didn’t plan to.”

his lips brushed your ear. “one more show and i’m marrying you on the spot.”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

you didn’t hear the door open at first—too focused on testing your grip strength and wiping the pole down with a towel. you were mid-spin when lewis walked in, gym bag slung over his shoulder, sunglasses still on despite the sun already setting.

he stopped in his tracks like he’d just walked into a dream.

you glanced at him in the mirror and smiled. “hey baby.”

he took the sunglasses off slowly. “is that what i think it is?”

you slid down the pole smoothly, grinning as you turned to face him. “depends. what do you think it is?”

he let out a soft laugh, low and amazed. “you installed a stripper pole in our bedroom.”

“correct.”

lewis walked toward you, dropping his bag by the dresser and looking the pole up and down like it was a prized car he was about to test drive. “is it safe?”

“installed it myself.”

he raised an eyebrow. “that’s hot.”

you twirled around once more, nothing too flashy — just enough to make his jaw go slack. “i figured it’d be a fun surprise.”

lewis reached for his phone in his back pocket, already scrolling. “you already know what playlist i’m putting on.”

you laughed. “you have a playlist for this?” your cheeks flushed, and before you could say anything, he turned the speaker on as sultry r&b immediately began filling the room.

“oh we’re really doing this,” you said, walking past him with a teasing smile.

he caught your wrist gently. “no no. you’re doing this. i’m just here to witness greatness.”

you climbed the pole again, this time slower, more deliberate. lewis sat at the edge of the bed, arms spread, legs slightly apart, watching with such intense focus you might’ve thought you were performing in front of an entire crowd.

when you landed, he leaned forward, voice like velvet. “you’re not getting any sleep tonight, you know that, right?”

you walked toward him, placing a hand on his chest. “didn’t plan to.”

he smiled, kissing your wrist. and with the look he gave you after that? the pole wasn’t the only thing getting tested that night.

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles had just gotten out of the shower, towel low on his hips, hair dripping, humming some french song under his breath when he stepped into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.

the steam still clung to his skin, but the moment he saw it, the sleek silver pole planted in the middle of your bedroom—his body went ice cold and burning hot all at once.

“qu’est-ce que… what is that?” he asked, eyes wide.

you looked over your shoulder, wearing the tiniest little shorts and a tank top that was barely clinging to one shoulder. “you like it?”

he blinked. “is that… a stripper pole?”

you smiled sweetly. “mhm.”

he took two steps forward, towel shifting slightly. “why is there a stripper pole in our room?”

“for fun. for fitness,” you said innocently, gripping it and spinning once — slow, graceful, intentional.

charles let out a breath like you’d knocked the air out of his lungs. “you’re joking.”

you weren’t. and by the time you climbed up, hooked your knee around, and slid down in a slow, practiced spin, he looked ready to combust.

“you’re trying to kill me,” he said, voice low, almost strangled.

“not kill,” you murmured, walking toward him, “just… ruin a little.”

he grabbed your waist the second you were close enough, pulling you flush against him. the towel was hanging on by a thread. his eyes were dark, heavy, drinking you in like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“you do that again,” he whispered, “and i’m taking you right here.”

you smirked, looping your arms around his neck. “what if that’s what i want?”

his jaw clenched, fingers tightening around your hips. “don’t say things like that when i’m already—”

you kissed him, slow and heated, and he groaned into your mouth like he was losing the last shred of control he had left.

when you pulled back, slightly breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours. “you’ve officially made the bedroom a danger zone.”

you grinned. “then maybe we need to break it in.”

and yeah—you did. forget the pole, that pole will never look at charles the same again.

ʚ・lando norris

you didn’t mean for him to find it right away.

the plan was to install it, test it out, and then surprise him with the full show. music, outfit, dim lighting, the whole thing. but fate (and lando’s awful sense of patience) had other plans.

he walked into the bedroom with a mouthful of trail mix and stopped mid-chew.

“…is that a pole?”

you blinked, caught mid-spin, hands gripping the cool metal. “hey babe.”

he blinked again. “you got a stripper pole in our room.”

you grinned. “surprise?”

lando dropped his snack on the dresser like it was suddenly irrelevant. “no. no no no. you don’t just casually put a stripper pole in the room and say ‘surprise.’ this is like… life-altering information.”

you slid down slowly, then struck a pose. legs crossed, one hand trailing down the pole with exaggerated flair. “thought it might be fun.”

he stared at you for a solid ten seconds, completely speechless.

then: “okay but like… are you just trying to end me?”

you laughed, stepping off to grab a towel and wipe your hands. “you’re being dramatic.”

“i’m being logical!” he shot back. “you’re up here spinning like it’s cirque du soleil and i’m just supposed to cope?”

you walked over and tugged at his shirt. “you’ll survive.”

he wrapped his arms around you, lips brushing your ear. “doubt it.”

the rest of the night passed in a blur of “do that move again,” and “okay but slower this time,” and lando sitting cross-legged on the bed like a dedicated audience member, watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

at one point he whispered, “i need to install like five more mirrors in this room.”

you smirked. “is that so?”

“absolutely,” he muttered, practically starstruck. “and maybe a fan. for aesthetic reasons.”

by the time you finally curled into bed, his voice was still slightly hoarse. “i don’t think i’ll ever recover.”

you kissed his cheek. “glad you liked it.”

lando just groaned into his pillow. “liked it? you ruined me.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar was halfway through brushing his teeth when he spotted it in the mirror, just barely in the reflection behind him, the very distinct outline of a… pole?

he turned around slowly, toothbrush still in his mouth.

walked back out into the bedroom.

paused.

then, with a foamy mouthful of minty disbelief: “did you just install a stripper pole in our room?”

you looked up from where you were stretching beside it, casual as ever. “i did.”

oscar stared. “when?”

“earlier today.”

he wiped his mouth with a towel, eyes narrowing like he was trying to solve a crime scene. “why?”

you tilted your head. “for fitness. for fun. for chaos.”

he stepped into the room slowly, eyes flicking from the pole to you and back again. “is it… sturdy?”

“i’ve tested it.”

“i’m scared to ask what that means.”

you stood, walking to the pole with the kind of deliberate grace that made his brain short-circuit just a little. “i could show you.”

oscar blinked, hands falling to his sides like all rational thought had left the chat. “i mean—yeah. i think that would be helpful. for, uh, scientific reasons.”

you started to move. nothing fancy. just a slow climb, a gentle spin, but you didn’t need tricks. the way his jaw dropped halfway through said enough.

by the time you dismounted, oscar was sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap like he’d just witnessed something sacred.

“…you’ve been practicing?” he asked, voice a bit too soft to be casual.

“okay,” he nodded, “okay. cool. normal.”

you kissed his cheek. “wanna see the heels i got to go with it?”

he just groaned. “you’re evil, of course i do.”

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