#sergio fanfiction

[pucksandpower]

PowerPointless

Part I

Formula 1 x Russell!Reader

Summary: you decide to throw your brother a birthday party based on the thing he loves most in the world: PowerPoint

Note: a huge thank you to @struggling-with-drivers because this would not have been possible without her help

#1 - Max Verstappen

#2 - Logan Sargeant

#3 - Daniel Ricciardo

#4 - Lando Norris

#10 - Pierre Gasly

#11 - Sergio Perez

#14 - Fernando Alonso

[cheriladycl01]

Feel the Heat - Grid x F Driver! Reader

Plot: All the moments that Y/N has just absolutely lost her shit.

Warnings: Lots of swearing, mentions of sexism (undertones) which I do not condone at all, its just for the plot and what i see some celebrities are burdened with in the limelight.

Moment 1:

"So Y/N how do you feel about the 10 second time penalty?" Martin asks you in the post race interview. You were now starting P20 in the race tomorrow and it wasn't even your fault.

"Yeah superb the FIA did a really good job determining who was at fault!" you grit out with a strained smile on your face.

"Oh really? Because your team seem to be arguing against the decision as we speak, they've been very vocal about it"

"Yeah it was sarcastic of course I'm not happy, any other driver who did that would have been let off... but I don't? My team have clips of Hamilton, Ricciardo, Leclerc, Stroll, Gasly and Norris all doing it and getting away with it. So why not me?" you ask before storming off. You didn't want to do media anymore and your PR manager could tell.

"Y/N we are trying to get that penalty lifted so that you start P4 tomorrow. I don't know what else to say, the team are trying" she says rubbing your shoulders, but the scowl on your face says otherwise.

"It's not fucking right though Cathy!" you exclaim kicking the side of the Red Bull hospitality wall.

"I know, i know. And they are working on it!" she exclaims trying to calm you down.

"They wont change their decision now though, the other teams will get pissed that they've gone back on their word..." you seethe.

"Fucks sake" you scream.

"I'm going" you grunt out, before storming through the AlphaTauri garage and grab your bag that you'd brought to the track. Everyone could see how hacked off you were, even once you put the sunglasses on and your team cap to cover the look currently on your face.

"Y/N are you okay?" Yuki your team mate asks, as he too exists the paddock behind you. You tried to ignore him, not wanting to turn round and snap at one of the most genuine and sweetest people here.

"Okay, you don't want to talk and that's fine, but please let me drive. Angry Y/N is scary driving" he advises, trying to beeline ahead of you so that he could get to the drivers door before you.

"Sorry Yuki, yeah you should drive" you manage to get out slowing down your own pace so that the poor male didn't have to run so he was ahead of you.

Aftermath:

You proceeded to not have the time penalty knocked, and you started the race in P20, however you managed to climb all the way up to P5 in a victorious come back race.

Your team were celebrating the come back and you were beyond happy in the interviews.

Moment 2:

"Y/N over here! Can you sign this?" another voice shouts at you, you were in the airport and your manager said that he would be there for you and your girlfriend when you got off the plane with security.

However no-one was there to collect you apart from fans who somehow worked out what flight you were on.

Slowly more and more people were flooding around you both and your girlfriend. Your girlfriend was a smaller streamer and therefore wasn't used to the Paparazzi.

"Guys can we back up a little, just to keep us all safe" you tried being nice to get the fans to back up a little further to make sure your girlfriend was safe.

However, as you went round with the sharpie, more and more people were pushing and you were so out of it from the pushing and pulling, the cameras in your face and things being thrusted at you that the tight grip that was once on your forearm was gone.

"Emma?" you shouted your girlfriends name, now noticing you couldn't see her.

"Emma!" you shouted in an angrier tone, people still not backing up and giving you space.

"Right, I've tried to be nice, everyone please leave. NOW!" you say sternly, and for the first time not only the fans but airport staff notice the commotion and security help you out of the circled crowd around you.

You immediately went to twitter.

'Please, if you are a fan and you see a celebrity in a public space with no security... DONT bring attention to them and DONT mob them. That was the scariest moment of my life in Heathrow Airport just now. Have some fucking respect for your idols'

You shut your phone off, your face still angry most definitely being caught by the paps. They also caught as you ran up to your girlfriend pulling her into a hug, checking over her making sure she's okay, before your hands travel up to her cheek and pull her into a kiss.

"I'm so sorry baby" you apologize as soft tears start to fall down her face.

Aftermath:

Your girlfriend had ended up breaking up with you the week after the race, the pressure of everything getting to her. You cried to Charles and Pierre for an entire weekend as your 3 year long relationship had just come to a close because of your fans not having respect for personal space and boundaries.

You were fuming and had written many tweets and Instagram story's explaining why you guys broke up and how utterly heartbroken you were, however you wanted Emma to be happy and that this is what was for the best.

For months, you were cold and off with any media duties and PR had to tell every interviewer not to bring the breakup up in the questions or they'd cut the interview.

Moment 3:

"Well, Lando... you've been here for six years now and you still haven't got your first win yet... do you feel like your going to be the next Nico Hulkenberg or Kevin Magnussen?" An interviewer asks looking down at his notepad.

"Erm" Lando says unsurely looking down.

"What the actual fuck" you spit, looking at the interviewer that asked him.

"Y/N you have input on this matter?"

"Go fuck yourself. Get yourself in a F1 car and see if you can even fucking start it. Lando has worked hard for what he has achieved so far, in and no hate to Mclaren, but a midfield car. How dare you sit there and ask him that question. Kevin and Nico have also worked hard for where they are, even just being in F1 is a phenomenal achievement considering there are only 20 seats in the world. So to answer your question, no Lando is Lando Norris and that's fucking iconic enough as it is, with or without a win. Have a good fucking rest of the panel" you rant, before standing up with so much force that your seat goes crashing back, a bang sounding throughout the room making the interviewer flinch.

Aftermath:

Everyone actually sat there for a minute reviewing how you'd just stormed out of media duties and slammed the interviewer six feet under.

"So Y/N no longer will be participating into todays panel. So Martin i believe you had a question for Lewis?" the director advised but the rest of the vibes for the interview weren't there as everyone agreed with your previous statements.

Moment 4:

"Y/N are you okay?" your race engineer asks.

"FUCK! FUCKS SAKE. WHAT A PRICK" you screech.

"Copy that. But are you okay?" they asks once again.

"No I'm not fucking okay. Tell Leclerc when i see him, I'm going to shove his wheel so far into his mouth " *cut off*

"Did you guys just fucking mute me?" you scream, but after not hearing anything you jump out the car handing the wheel to one of the pit teams that had come out to collect your battered car.

You kicked at the gravel, yelling at one of the crew asking if they saw how Leclerc had literally gone into you and used you as his crash barrier, yet he was still able to the continue the race pitting for minor wing damage.

Aftermath:

You had yelled at Charles after the race, who completely admitted to you that he was at fault and he was sorry to be the cause of your DNF. He went on to say in the interviews that he was sorry to you that he'd caused such a collision.

Moment 5:

"WOMEN SHOULDNT BE IN MOTORSPORT" you hear from the stand behind you as your signing a little boys hat that he had offered you asking for a picture and a signature.

However, something metallic not only hit you but hit the little boy that was stood to your left. He immediately raised his hand to his head, holding the bit that the can had hit before bursting into tears.

In a moment of shock you spin round looking for the men that had thrown the empty beer cans at you through the fencing.

"Oiii you two get the fuck down here now!" you point at the two laughing gents, who still at being called out.

"Don't ever pull shit like that again or I'll get you permanently banned from every sporting event you could possibly attend" you say looking up at them. They looked at you in shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry if its not the consequences of your actions ..." you laugh.

"But ..."

"No, you hurt a little boy! And me... So I'll be letting bar staff know to no longer serve you" you say before turning away and talking to security.

They ended up finding the little boy and his father. You came up to them with a gift bag each and upgraded paddock passes. They hugged you thanking you for the opportunity and saying it was too much.

You made sure the little boy was okay, carrying him on your hip touring him through the paddock, introducing him and his dad to the other drivers and then showing him around the garage. You let him sit in your car while you took a picture of him and his dad. A mechanic then took a picture of the three of you.

Aftermath:

The media went crazy seeing you stick up for the little boy and his day around the paddock with you. People knew you were sweet despite how short tempered you could be and these interactions proved it.

The little boy and his father ended up actually becoming closer friends of yours and would often be seen in the paddock or when they had general tickets people would wave as they recognized them.

Taglist:

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[formulawolff]

.˚₊‧⁺˖₊˚.⋆⁺₊ masterlist ˖⁺‧₊⋆˚₊‧⁺˖₊˚.

hello everyone! •ᴗ•

below is my masterlist related to all things f1! as i continue to write, i will continue to add to the list.

the list will be divided by team, then separated individually by driver. any content that is mature will have a moon symbol that looks like this ☾ next to it.

happy reading! <3

mercedes amg petronas

toto wolff

sunbathing ☾

synopsis: as the daughter peter bonnington, you find yourself the object of his best friends' desires.

night swim ☾

synopsis: as the nanny for mr. wolff's children, your life consists mainly of taking care of them, ensuring all of their needs are met. however, when you escape to the hot tub one night on a family getaway, you find mr. wolff joining you.

el tango de roxanne

synopsis: as an olympic figure skater, you befriend team principal toto wolff one fateful evening. little do you know, the two of you are mutually pining after one another.

a distinguished gentleman

synopsis: a collection of thoughts of your life as the passenger princess for the team principal.

"just one dance"

synopsis: one drunken night, the team principal begs for just one dance with christian horner's daughter.

alkaline - toto wolff x female driver! reader ☾

synopsis: as one of the top drivers on the formula one grid, you're on top of the world. however, when toto wolff approaches you with an offer to join mercedes, you're faced with the decision of a lifetime.

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✧˖° golden girl & her star boys ✧˖°

the little moments - social media au

lover girl - social media au

lewis hamilton

too fast

synopsis: as lewis hamilton's assistant, you find yourself amidst a heated exchanged one night in vegas.

oracle red bull racing

sergio pérez

cat & mouse ☾

synopsis: recently divorced, sergio finds his mind wandering quite often, fantasizing about a fellow driver. will he play the game of cat and mouse? or, will he abstain, fighting his desires?

seeking comfort

synopsis: after the recent backlash surrounding the red bull driver's performance, you comfort him.

public display of affection

synopsis: you are finally shown off to the world as sergio's girfriend.

aston martin racing

sebastian vettel

"you belong here"

synopsis: as the younger girlfriend of sebastian vettel, you find yourself in the midst of a hateful encounter with a group of fans.

marriage is complete & utter bliss

synopsis: you reflect on your marriage with the coveted formula 1 driver.

fernando alonso

celebratory drinks

synopsis: as a reporter, you find yourself interviewing your favorite formula one driver after his podium win.

the grid

words of endearment

synopsis: the different words of endearment that the drivers use for you! drivers are from the 2024 season.

[hemmingsleclerc]

I'm really loving the dad max content, your style of writting is amazing

I don't know if it's possible, but could you do something where Olivia is hanging out with Checo's kids (Chequito, Carlota, Emilio) and causing chaos in the paddock

I think it would be cute and fun

Lost in the Paddock┃MV1

Omg I love this idea I just imagined it and laugh!😭💕

summary:where max and checo lose their children in the spanish grand prix

It was a sunny morning in the paddock and the excitement for the Spanish Grand Prix was growing. Max’s daughter, Olivia, and Checo’s children, Chequito, Carlota and Emilio, were full of energy and looked at everything with curiosity. The sound of the engines echoed throughout the place, but the children were more interested in playing hide and seek.

As their parents prepared for the race, the four quickly came up with a plan to explore the paddock together. Unbeknownst to their parents, the mischievous group ventured out, carefully checking all the places.

The paddock was a maze of trailers, trucks and equipment, a perfect playground for the kids. Olivia, being the oldest, had convinced the others to follow her and explore the secret corners that she had already seen before with her father. Unbeknownst to their parents, the little ones had wandered too far and were soon lost in the maze of racing equipment.

Meanwhile, Max and Checo finished their conversation and turned around to find that their children were nowhere to be found. Panic set in as they frantically shouted their names. Max's heart almost burst out of him as he screamed his little girl's name while Checo was just as bad or worse than him.

"Olivia!''

''Chequito! Carlota! Emilio!" echoed through the paddock, but there was no response. The two parents exchanged worried glances and quickly ran out of their garage in search of their children.

Meanwhile, the children had managed to find their way to the center of the paddock, laughing and laughing as they explored the different areas of the different teams. Chequito, Carlota, Emilio and Olivia were in their own world of fun, oblivious to the chaos they were causing.

They managed to reach a place where photos of their parents were displayed on a wall. ''Look! There's my daddy!'', ''Ours too!'' Suddenly, a great idea had occurred to Olivia, what better idea than to leave a nice message for her dad and for everyone to see it, so carefully she took out of her small backpack the markers that her mother had given her on her birthday and with a huge smile, she began to draw hearts on the wall, among other things, while her other three companions saw her laughing.

Meanwhile, Max was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown himself while Checo was madly asking anyone who crossed his path if there was any sign of his children.

Charles, Daniel, Lewis and Carlos had joined the search for the little ones to cover more space and narrow down the possible places they could be.

''Via!Your favorite uncle is looking for you!'' Daniel shouted

''Carlota! Emilio! Checo jr!, Come here! We have a special surprise for you!'' Charles said

''Kids! Roscoe wants to play with you!'' Lewis' turn

Just as concern was reaching its peak, a track official informed Max and Checo that a group of children matching their descriptions had been seen near the merchandise area. With a sigh of relief, the parents rushed to the scene, their hearts pounding in their chests.

There they found the quartet, happily surrounded by team merchandise, trying on oversized caps and sunglasses while devouring different flavored ice creams. The children looked up with innocent smiles as Max and Checo approached, a mix of relief and exasperation on their faces.

Max and Checo shared a look that conveyed relief and amusement at the same time. When the chaos calmed down, the parents couldn't help but smile at the getaway their children had made. With a laugh of relief, they escorted the boys back to the Red Bull Racing garage, ready to focus on the race ahead.

Max lifted his little girl in his arms while he covered her face with kisses.

''Were where you all this time angel?, and who bought you those ice creams?''

''!Uncle lando and uncle oscar daddy!'' Olivia exclamed

''They also bought us these cool caps dad!'' Chequito said to checo

''Yeah, you're not wearing those mclaren caps on our watch kids, redbull ones are better''

As the paddock returned to its normal bustle, Max and Checo were grateful to have their children back safe and sound.And listen to all the mischievous they got up to in their absence.

[moneymasnn]

Who Had A Cookie?

Blurb: One where you're the f1 drivers manager, and when all the boys seem to have eaten a 'magic cookie' you're the one who needs to clean up all the mess.

Notes: I was inspired by the one greys anatomy episode lol but I thought this was a funny concept. This is also my first fic I’ve posted in 6 months!! I found it in my drafts and decided to post! Enjoy xx

Warnings: well mention of drugs, might be some swearing but other than that nothing lol Platonic!reader x f1 drivers and a little bit of reader x Charles leclerc

Who had the cookies?

You loved charity events, especially f1 charity events. You loved your job for giving you the opportunity to attend these events. A very easy night if you say so yourself, babysitting twenty grown men, what could go wrong? Especially when cameras and fancy investors are around they behave all on their own, leaving you to relax, and indulge in some free champagne.

“Y/n.” your name was mumbled behind you, startling you as your attention now shifted to your assistant.

You knew something was wrong by the way she was twiddling her fingers, her black nails contrast to her white dress as she brings her left index nail up to hold between her teeth.

“Jenny? Spit it out.” You stood up straight, urging your assistant.

She stands up straight as if she's trying to muster up some sort of courage, she looks around before she leans in closer to you, you can almost hear her shaky breaths.

“There were some cookies… and erm, well they were placed in the drivers dressing room, and I don’t know how they got there. I mean, I certainly didn’t sign them off so this is no way my fault and-“ she was talking a mile a minute you couldn't even understand her.

“Jenny!” You took her hands that were waving in the air and bought them back down to her chest.

“Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong?” you said sternly. 

“Don’t fire me… please.” You could see the tears brimming in her eyes, but the anticipation was killing you, you windened your eyes and stayed quiet so she could carry on.

“There were compromised cookies gifted to the driver's dressing room.”

“And?”

“And- and now the tin is empty, as in they've all gone. The cookies have been eaten y/n. Cannabis cookies.”

Your hands ran to your mouth as your eyes immediately darted around the room to look for anything out of the ordinary.

The room was spinning as you whipped your neck around in different directions.

George russel was the first to catch your attention.

He looked fine…he was leaning against a wall, chewing…

He was chewing on a cookie.

“Oh my god.” You started to push through the crowd of people in the hall.

“George! Drop that cookie!”

George’s eyes lit up when he saw you, one of his many managers. You could see the cookie crumbs falling from his mouth as he smiled, chocolate smudged around the corners of his lips.

“Y/n, you have to try these cookies!” He desperately said, holding up his half eaten cookie. But much to his dismay you slapped it out of his hand, letting it fall right to the floor. George’s lips downturned and your name fell in a groan from his lips as he looked at his cookie on the floor.

“Spit.” You held your hand out, as gross as it was.

“I will not!” He sassed you as you pointed your finger at him, eyebrows furring trying to be as intimidating to the six foot man as possible. George sent you one of his signature smirks as he swallowed the mouthful of cookie in one large gulp.

“George, those are not regular cookies-“

“Tell me about it! Send from the heavens.” he smiled, almost robotic, like the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Your own eyes widened as you realised one of your clients was stoned.

Completely and utterly stoned.

You were fucked.

You could feel Jenny breathe behind you, she let out a small giggle at George's actions causing you to turn and scowl at her.

“Grab him and take him to the dressing room, and don’t let him talk to anyone. lock him in there and then come back to help me gather anyone else who had had a cookie.”

She nodded as she grabbed George’s arm, telling him they were going on an adventure, George happily complying.

You sighed as you looked for anyone else.

You were at a very high class charity gala in Monaco. This night was about to be ruined and you were about to be fired for letting your drivers get out of control and well, high.

You decided making an announcement on the stage was your best bet, walking through the crowds of people you felt someone grab your arm.

“Y/n!” Lando Norris. 

He giggled as he said your name. Making him repeat himself.

“Y/nnnnnn.” He covered his mouth to stop the giggles. “Sorry, just, why does your name sound so weird?”

You had to try so hard to keep your face straight at the boy's child like giggles.

“Why are you laughing like that?” Carlos walked over, playing his arm over his wobbly ex teammate.

“Carlos!” you and lando both said in unison.

“Your hair is so soft, like fur.” Lando said as his hands made their way into Carlos's long brown locks. Carlos eyes widen as he looks at the boy then back at you, trying to pull Landos hands out of his hair.

“Carlos, did you have a cookie?” You eyed up the Spaniard.

“What cookie?” He frowned at you.

“Ugh, thank god! Landos had a erm.” You leaned into him so no one around would hear, “Some of the drivers have eaten cannabis laced cookies.”

Carlos’ head turned as he looked back at Lando, eyes widening.

“Take him back to the dressing room please, just lock him in there with George, and if you see anyone else take them with you.” 

Carlos just nodded, letting his mate lean on him as he dragged him to the back of the room.

You let out a sigh of relief, that was three out of a possible twenty.

Only seventeen more to find.

You walked up to the stage, grabbing the mic, tapping it slightly.

“Hello, everyone. I hope everyone is having a good night, erm, could all formula one drivers that have eaten a cookie this afternoon please meet back in the dressing room, important meeting. Thank you.” You smiled at the crowd, you could hear the whispers as you stopped off the stage. 

“Y/n?” 

Max. 

“I had a cookie, and I don't feel too good, like - like i'm not here, i've been over there.” He pointed to the corner of the room, “and I thought I was dreaming y/n. I dont know whats happening to me?” He looked panicked as he clutched onto your upper arm.

“You're okay max, you had some magic cookies.”

“Magic cookies?”

“Just come with me okay?”

He nodded his head vigorously as he followed you though the crows, clutched to your hand like a toddler. 

You noticed Daniel on the way, opting to grab him too.

“Danny!”

“Hello.” he had, in a very nonchalant tone, unlike his bubbly self. He was definitely stoned.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel great.” he smiled, but his eyes didn't quite catch up to him.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him along with max.

“Y/n? Where are we going?” Max asked anxiously.

“To sit down.”

You dragged them both into the room, when you got in there you could see George sat curled up on the window seal, lance was sat back against the wall staring at the floor. Seb was giggling at Mick who had all of a sudden become hyper aware of his body, saying he could feel his ‘skin’.

Pierre was touching his face in the mirror while Yuki was at the snack table. 

You let out a relieved sigh as Jenny had managed to capture some of the drivers, a few turning up after hearing your announcement. 

“Okay boys go play.” You pushed Daniel and Max into the room. 

“Dan, dan, danny, daniel.” Pierre called Daniel over to the mirror. “Why don't I look like me?” Pierre asked daniel. 

Pierre gasped and turned to a very relaxed Daniel, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“Daniel, do you think I look weird?” Panicked. 

“Coolllll.” Daniel replied as he smiled straight though pierre.

“You're right, I'm too cool to care.” Pierre nodded and turned back to the mirror to straighten out his shirt.

“This room is full of some very… high men.” Seb looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Seb? Please tell me-”

“I didn't. Don't worry. I'm watching my weight.” he winked at you. “I'm happy to look after these guys while you get the others?”

You replied a quick thank you as you quickly shut the door, bolting back into the hall. Then you realised, opening the door back open and peering through, 

Where were Lando and carlos?

You rushed back out, looking down the bottom of the hallway, choosing to search the rest of the building, you came to the fire escape stairs where you found a curled up charles rocking back and forward. 

“Charlie?” you gently called out as you crouched down next to him, placing a hand on his knee.

“Y/n?” He quietly replied. 

“It's me, it's just me. How are you feeling?” you gently asked him.

“I- i don't know, i've never felt like this before.” He said raising his head, his eyes bloodshot and skin pale, he had a cookie.

You smiled at him as you brushed his fallen hair back from his forehead.

“You're going to be alright, come with me okay?”

You pulled him up to his feet where he looked down at you, sniffing before a little smile climbed his face.

“You're so pretty y/n.” You giggled at the boy as you took his hand and made your way down the steps to the drivers room.

“Like a princess.” he added, his hands waving in the air.

“Thank you, charlie.” you giggled.

“Charlie,” he smiled, “have i ever told you how much i love it when you call me that, charlie.” he smiled and repeated the nickname again, leaning his head on your shoulder as you both made your way down the stairs.

Charles lightly sighed as you pushed him into the drivers room, “Where are you going?” Charles whispered, pulling on your arm.

“I'll be back in five minutes okay, Seb will look after you.”

Charles nodded his head to look for seb, you both grimace when you saw mick with his head in the trash can, seb rubbing his back as pierre and yuki giggle at him in the corner. 

You walked back out the room when Jenny was running up to you, “Y/n! Huge problem, Carlos and Lando are on the stage!”

Ou barge past her and walk into the room to see Carlos with a mic in his hand, Lando leaning into him in fits of laughter.

“All I'm saying is, I race really fast cars, like that's super cool, right? There's only twenty of us that do that. So cool, im so cool, im a cool guy.'' Carlos giggled as he spoke about himself on stage.

“You could die? I could die? Imagine that! The world would be so sad, my smooth operator.” Lando giggled at the nickname and then started to sing. 

And before you knew it they were two verses deep into smooth operator, Carlos opting to show off his opera skills at one point. 

You jumped on the stage taking the mic out of Carlos' hands and putting your hand over it so you could whisper shout in his ear, “You said you didn't have any cookies!”

Carlos snickered as he looked at Lando who gasped and held his hand over his mouth.

“You lied to y/n?” Lando giggled. “Oh man you're in so much trouble.” Landos face dropped as he leaned into carlos’ face, “she looks mad, we should probably run.”

Carlos nodded along with the boy when you grabbed both of their arms, “Nope. No more running, you're coming with me.”

Carlos shook his head like a caught child and both men giggled as you pushed them off the stage, apologising to the crowd before handing the mic back to the dj. 

“Y/n!”

You sighed as your name was called for about the fifth time that night, this time though, it was serious.

Zac Brown made his way over to the three of you, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. Lando straightened his posture as Carlos crossed his arms and impersonated Zac, Lando caught onto this and all of a sudden the boys were in crying fits of laughter again. You winced as Landos cackle echoed through the hall, catching the attention of people around.

“What. The. Hell?”

“I can explain.” you winced at the man.

“What is going on here?” He eyed up his driver and ex driver, who he presumed had too much to drink.

“They're high. Someone laced some cookies and I'm so sorry, I have the situation under wraps, they won't be a problem anymore.”

But when Zac started to laugh along you realised maybe it wasn't just some of the drivers who had had some cookies.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” You grabbed Zac as well as Lando and Carlos and dragged them back to the dressing room.

“Y/n, Your back!” Charles made his way over to you, engulfing you into a hug.

“Y/ns back!” Max screamed as he fell off the sofa, plunging his way into your arms along with charles.

“Hey get off her, she's my manager!” Max shoved Charles hand that was loosely placed on your shoulder. 

“She's mine too!”

While the two men started to fight over your attention you scanned the drivers that were in the room. Jenny had managed to catch the majority and even some of the drivers that weren't high had opted to help.

Max shoved Charles in hopes he would let go of you, instead causing you to stumble back into the arms of someone else.

“Okay okay, we get it, she's pretty but you're suffocating her, and she won't be very pretty when she's dead on the floor.” a spanish accent can be heard behind you. 

Fernando unwrapped both men as they both started to profusely apologise about ‘nearly killing you.’

You rubbed your hand over your head after smiling at Fernando in a thank you as he sent Charles and Max to the food table.

“You look stressed.” he said with a smirk as you both watched the men in the room.

“I need a cookie.” you joked, your eyes on mick who was still throwing up.

“I could always make you some.” he shrugged.

You laughed at the man before your eyes widened in realisation, you turned to him, face like thunder, “You!”

He threw his hands up in the air, “In my defence i didn't mean for anyone to eat them. It was a total accident.”

Your mouth agape you turned to look at the Spaniard ready to scream every curse word you know. He sensed your anger, “it was an honest mistake y/n, trust me. You think I would have wasted all of them cookies on these people on purpose.”

Your eyes darted daggers and Fernando understood you were really mad, in an attempt to lighten the mood he pointed at Yuki and Pierre who were having the time of their lives giggling like two school girls in the corner.

“You have to admit, it is kinda funny,” he said.

A smile crept on your face as you giggled, it was kinda funny.

Yours and Fernandos giggling soon stopped when you saw Max and Checo arguing in the corner.

“I think Max is about to punch Checo for taking the last slice of pizza.” you said.

“Shit.”

[its-avalon-08]

Hi!!!!! Can I request Kimi Raikkonen x mexican reader? Something fluffy, Checo being the third wheel, and the line "excuse me, she asked for no pickles"

mi vida (kr7)

you fumbled with the clasp of the tiny silver hummingbird earrings, frustration wrinkling your brow. "ugh, these things are tiny!"

a gentle hand brushed past your shoulder, cool against your heated skin. kimi, ever the silent hero, materialized beside you, the earrings nestled between his thumb and forefinger.

"here," he murmured, his voice low like the rumble of an engine idling.

he slipped the earrings in with practiced ease, his touch sending a jolt through you. you met his gaze in the mirror, his blue eyes swimming with a warmth you rarely saw.

"thank you, mi vida," you said impulsively, as you adjusted your hair.

the endearment hung in the air, a sweet surprise. kimi's cheeks, usually stoic, flushed a brilliant scarlet. he mumbled something inaudible and then, to your surprise, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

you giggled, the sound tinkling like wind chimes. "kimi?" you teased, unable to resist.

he mumbled something about being "too old for this sweetness" that only made you laugh harder. you wrapped your arms around his waist, reveling in the unexpected display of shyness. "you can't say such cute things to me, i have a iceman image to keep up" he mumbled.

"you're adorable," you whispered, feeling his heart beat a steady rhythm against your cheek.

he finally lifted his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "just making sure you're all set for our date," he said, his voice gruff but his eyes sparkling.

"ready as I'll ever be," you replied, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. "thank you for everything, kimi."

his smile was genuine this time, the blush fading but the warmth in his eyes remaining. "let's go see if checo survived setting reservations."

the night stretched before you, promising laughter, good food, and maybe, just maybe, a stolen kiss or two under the twinkling city lights.

you bounced into the restaurant booth, a flurry of sunshine and laughter, practically collapsing onto the plush seat next to kimi. checo, ever the charmer, held your chair out with a wink.

"such a lady," he teased, his grin catching as kimi's lips curved into a faint smile. you swatted checo's arm playfully, the butterflies in your stomach erupting into a full-fledged swarm whenever kimi's amusement was directed at you.

the three of you had been inseparable since the monaco grand prix. checo, always the life of the party, had taken it upon himself to be your personal wingman, navigating the often-daunting world of f1 for you. it was through him that you met kimi, the enigmatic iceman who surprised everyone, including himself, by completely falling for your bubbly personality.

the menu arrived, and you scanned it with wide eyes. "ooh, the enchiladas verdes sound amazing! could i have it without pickles please?"

the waiter, a young man with an overly enthusiastic smile, scribbled down your order. "enchiladas verdes, coming right up!"

as it arrived, your eyes spotted pickles and frowned. due to your intense people pleasing attitude towards wait staff, you stayed silent.

"actually," kimi's voice, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, cut through the air. "she'd like it without pickles."

you flushed, a silent apology forming on your lips. you hated being a bother, and correcting the order felt like a monumental task. kimi must have noticed the flicker of worry in your eyes because he reached for your hand, his touch sending a spark through you.

"no worries, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "i got it."

the waiter blinked, surprised by the interruption but quickly amending your order. "certainly, sir. enchiladas verdes, no pickles."

as the waiter disappeared, checo nudged kimi with his elbow, a playful glint in his eyes. "smooth move, iceman. you're getting good at this whole boyfriend thing."

kimi grunted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. he squeezed your hand gently. "just looking after my girl."

the enchiladas arrived, a vibrant green masterpiece that looked far too good to eat (almost). you took a tentative bite, your eyes widening in delight. "these are incredible!"

the rest of the meal was filled with laughter and conversation. checo, ever the entertainer, regaled you with stories from the paddock, his impersonations of the other drivers leaving you in stitches. kimi listened patiently, occasionally adding a dry comment that sent you both into fresh fits of laughter.

as you stepped out of the restaurant, the warm bengaluru night air enveloping you, you turned to kimi, your heart overflowing with gratitude. "thank you for earlier," you whispered, squeezing his hand.

he stopped, his gaze holding yours. "anything for you," he replied, his voice husky. he leaned in, and under the soft glow of the streetlights, brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was as sweet and unexpected as the sunshine after a sudden downpour.

in the distance, you heard checo whistle, a low, appreciative sound. "alright, alright, you two lovebirds! let's get some gelato. my treat, for surviving kimi's terrible flirting skills."

you laughed, the sound echoing through the night, a melody of pure joy. with kimi by your side, and a mischievous checo in tow, the night stretched before you, full of laughter, stolen kisses, and the promise of something wonderful

[oconswrld]

That smile on your face, makes it easy to trust you.

Girl with the smile. - Sergio Pérez x Reader.

summary: Checo finally gets to talk to the girl he's been smiling at every day.

The sun hit her face so beautifully, like an ancient greek goddess. There are so many words Checo could use to explain her beauty, yet none ever captured the breaths she takes away. Every drill, every motor sound blurs and the world slows when she smiles right back at him.

It's been a race season filled with smiles from her. Teeth showing, or even just a grin that he couldn't get enough of. The amount of times he has caught her staring can't be counted, but it also works vice-versa.

Y/n is her name, she's Adrian's new protégé. They never crossed paths enough to talk, maybe the fact they were both blushing even at the sound of each other's name helped with the avoiding too.

The moment Sergio saw her relaxing outside the garage on her phone, he just knew it was time to finally talk to her. Those bambi eyes she always had moved up to look at him. And that damn smile came out again. Y/n's pink lips pulling and her perfectly asymmetrical teeth showing.

" Hi! " She started the conversation with a light giggle at his presence. Locking and setting her phone down, leaning forward to show him how much she was interested in talking to him.

His legs shook, being at her full mercy. She could simply walk away from him and he'd still watch her walk away with a love-sick look. A permanent blush stuck on Sergio's face at her attention to details.

" Hey. " Showing a tight lipped smile to her.

" I'm Y/n! How are you Checo? " The way she talked so gently yet so confident in her own knowledge made him want to listen to her for eternity. Her accent is heavy on the way she says his nickname. Heavenly and simply beautiful.

" I'm good. It's finally the moment for us to talk. " Light pours over his back, highlighting the way his eyebrows move closer while pronouncing words, as if to not trip over himself. Y/n never saw Sergio do that with anyone else. It made her chuckle.

Her hand finds her drink, taking a quick sip only to resume her talking.

" Been looking for you every day and night I'm here. " Laughing at her own middle school crush.

" I've been wanting to hear your accent slip through when you're talking to me, not to those interviewers. " He stated, remembering the times he saw her embarrassed over not knowing the english words for something.

" If you want it, i will grant it to you, Sergio. "

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schecoperez: That smile on your face.

yourusername: taught u so well abt Miguel babyy🥹

landonorris: Y/n really taught Checo about Girl with the tattoo before she did anything else🤨

maxverstappen1: I literally don't wanna see you look at each other with those lingering stares anymore..

yourusername: stfu lil bro. im chewing on your set of tires the next pit stop😤

Viki's Radio: I love my man smm!!! omfg i love checo sm its odd at this point🙏🏻 need more fanfics 4 himm.

[sugakookie78]

Instagram Posts (Instagram AU)

Posts that either you or the driver post about your relationship.

Pairing: Group 4:

Post 1: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Post 2: Alex Albon x Reader

Post 3: Sergio Perez x Reader

Post 4: Paul Aron x Reader

Pictures are from Instagram, Tumblr, or Pinterest

@/carlossainz55 Beach <3

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Y/N.Y/L <3

carlossainz55 <3

user1 She is so pretty!

charles_leclerc Can I join next time?

Y/N.Y/L I don't know, maybe. Maybe not

charles_leclerc What? Why?

user2 You two are adorable together

@/Y/N.Y/L Alex was trying to help me study for exams. Honestly, didn't help a lot and was a bit distracting. 3/10. Would not ask to be my study buddy again, but was pretty cute

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alex_albon I tried, I failed. You are much stronger than I am. Sorry for the distractions... Good luck and I love you!

Y/N.Y/L It's fine. Thank you! I love you too!

user1 What are you studying?

yourclassmate What did you get on the first part of the exam? Also, can I borrow some of your notes?

Y/N.Y/L I got a 91%. You? And yeah, sure. Text me which pages and I'll email them over

yourclassmate Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver! I got a 87%

user2 How do you keep your notes so organized and neat?

@/Y/N.Perez He said he didn't like the first one... Then he bought me two others to match. Thank you, mi amor!

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schecoperez Yeah, they're cute, I guess. You're welcome, sol

user1 That's so cute!

maxverstappen1 He keeps that buddy on his desk all the time. He even named it Sol. If he could, he would bring it in the car with him

Y/N.Perez Thank you, Max, for this very important information

schecoperez You are giving my secrets away, Max. You promised not to tell

user2 He is so in love

@/Y/N.Y/L We did get lost... but got there eventually

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paularon_ We weren't lost... just taking the scenic route

Y/N.Y/L Sure, yeah, definitely

user1 Where did Paul get the suitcase?

dinobeganovic_ Was it Paul's fault?

Y/N.Y/L Partly, yeah. But it was my idea for him to be in charge of the GPS

paularon_ Hey!

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Sergio Checo Perez with wife reader. He was feeling down as his performance hasn't been improving and everyone seems to be criticizing him. Up to you. Thanks!! :))

A wife’s fierce protection

Word count: 792

Pairing: Sergio Perez x wife!reader

Summary: In the face of relentless criticism from the media and team principal Christian Horner, Sergio Pérez’s wife fiercely defends him, demanding better support and car improvements

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Sergio "Checo" Pérez slumped in a chair as the team meeting stretched on. His recent performances had been the subject of intense scrutiny both within the team and in the media. Headlines were harsh: “Pérez Under Pressure,” “Checo’s Decline,” and “Red Bull’s Weak Link.” The constant criticism was wearing him down.

Christian Horner, Red Bull Racing’s team principal, continued to review Sergio’s performance metrics, his comments increasingly sharp. “The media is relentless,” Horner said, “but it’s not just them. Your times aren’t improving, and we need to address this seriously. It’s affecting our standings, and you’re not meeting expectations.”

Y/N, who had been quietly seething beside Sergio, couldn’t hold back any longer. The frustration she felt about the situation had been building for days, exacerbated by the negative media coverage and constant criticism of her husband.

“Christian, this is enough,” she said, standing abruptly. “You can’t keep talking about my husband like he’s the problem here.”

The room went silent. Max Verstappen, sitting across from them, was struggling to stifle a smirk, clearly finding the situation amusing. Y/N’s fierce expression quickly turned his smirk into a look of surprise.

“If you think tearing Sergio down is going to fix anything, you’re wrong,” Y/N continued, her voice unwavering. “You’re not just dealing with a driver here; you’re dealing with a person who’s been given a car that’s clearly not performing as it should. It’s not all on him. The car needs improvements, and the constant negativity isn’t helping anyone.”

Horner, taken aback, tried to maintain his composure. “Y/N, I understand you’re frustrated, but we have to address the issues with his performance. Constructive criticism is part of the process.”

“Constructive?” Y/N shot back. “This isn’t constructive. It’s demoralizing. If you want to see improvement, then start by addressing the issues with the car. If the car isn’t right, no driver will perform well. Sergio needs support, not more criticism.”

Sergio, who had been watching in stunned silence, reached out to gently touch her arm, speaking softly in Spanish. “Cariño, por favor, no hace falta. No quiero que esto se vuelva peor para ti.” ("Darling, please, it's not necessary. I don't want this to get worse for you.")

But Y/N shook her head, her eyes still locked on Horner. “No, Sergio. It’s already bad enough. I’m not going to let them treat you like this anymore. If they think they can keep criticizing you without consequence, they’re in for a rude awakening.”

Max, who had been listening intently, finally spoke up. “Actually, Y/N, I agree with you. The car hasn’t been up to standard, and it’s not just Sergio who’s been struggling with it. I’ve had my issues too. We should definitely be looking at improvements. The car needs more than just tweaks; it needs significant upgrades.”

Horner, clearly caught off guard, nodded. “I see your point. We’ll have to consider how we can improve the car and support both drivers better. But we still need to address the performance issues on an individual level.”

Y/N turned back to Horner, her gaze unyielding. “And that starts with respecting Sergio and understanding that he’s working with what he’s given. If you want him to perform better, give him a better car and a better environment. And if you can’t provide that, then stop blaming him.”

As the meeting ended, the room remained in stunned silence. Y/N took Sergio’s hand, and they walked out together, leaving a tense atmosphere behind them.

Later, in the quiet of their hotel room, Sergio pulled Y/N close, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. “Estás loca,” he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Pero fue lo más sexy que he visto en mi vida. Cómo me defendiste… nadie ha hecho eso por mí.” (“You’re crazy, but that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you defended me… no one’s ever done that for me.”)

Y/N smiled up at him, her earlier anger now replaced with a warm glow. “I just couldn’t stand to see them treat you like that. You’re incredible, Sergio. And if they can’t see it, then to hell with them.”

Sergio chuckled, pulling her closer. “Te amo, ¿sabes? No sé qué haría sin ti.” (“I love you, you know? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”)

“And you’ll never have to find out,” she replied, her arms wrapped around him. “I’ll always be by your side, fighting for you. And if anyone tries to bring you down again, they’ll have to deal with me first.”

“You make me feel invincible,” Sergio murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. “With you by my side, I know I can face anything.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “And that’s exactly how I want you to feel, always.”

[cheeeeseburger]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist!

AO3

F1

Fernando Alonso:

It might be worth it for once

Do you dream of me? (cause you're a dream to me)

Late night shift

B-a-b-y, baby

I'm an Aston Martin

Lando Norris:

Text me first and I'll definitely text you back

Sergio Perez:

Illicit affairs

Carlos Sainz:

I'd rather have empty sheets than empty promises

Lance Stroll:

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 2

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 3

Jour 1

NHL

Sidney Crosby:

Screw the Lady Byng

Dream girl Part 1

Dream girl Part 2

Dream girl Part 3

Dream girl Part 4

Dream girl Part 5

[depressopax]

La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

»» Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi 

I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

Very sweet and caring.

She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes. 

She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.

Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)

She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed

When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles. 

She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you

Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.

She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.

Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭

Berlin 

Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard

However, his aftercare is always the same.

As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.

You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.

Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.

But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao

He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc

…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is 

Being an asshole aside…

After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up

Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)

Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.

But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.

He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you

Sex makes him sleepy lmao

Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.

He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.

Denver 

I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.

He’s clueless AF after sex. 

Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.

You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭

But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.

You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.

He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc

But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?

He loves it.

Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.

If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.

Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved. 

He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”

Tokyo

Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol

Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.

…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.

She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.

She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you. 

Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.

She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.

Telling you how well you did, how hot you are… 

She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you. 

Professor 

Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)

“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”

You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok

He is very good at aftercare.

Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao

And he is very attentive to your reactions etc

This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.

His personal favorite is massages.

He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.

He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.

He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well. 

Alicia 

Call me down bad, but…

Alicia is a DOMME.

Usually rough with you when having sex

She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing

She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.

You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare

But when you do, she’s affectionate.

She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.

Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.

Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.

Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.

If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare

But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.

She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.

Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING

[natailiatulls07]

Formula one grid -

When they lost her Pt.2

Radio moments

Y/n and the grid

Wholesome memories

Worried mother hens

Hugs all around

First impressions Pt.2

Totally innocent

Stolen

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smau

Sleeping beauty Yacht

The iconic baby

Chaos in the paddock

A redbull girl Pt.2

The menace

New years chaos

Birthday girlie

-

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do one for Checo with wife reader? He's not getting enough love. Just something fluff and romantic. You decide how it goes. Thanks!!

No es suficiente! Sergio Perez x ActressWife! Reader

Plot: Sergio having just married you wanted to show you of in the Red Bull Garage, but you feel so happy to be back after being so busy in your own career that everyone is dying to talk to you and someone gets a little jealous.

It was your first time back in the paddock for around a year. You'd been away for a large period of time, between filming for an up and coming blockbuster and being in an ongoing TV show you had a tight schedule and only was able to see your husband when he had breaks.

He helped you scan your paddock pass and then placed a gentle hand on the small of your back.

"Are you excited?" he asks you as he looked over to you, the media noticed the pair of you walk through and were quick to snap pictures of your return to the paddock.

"Yes, I cannot wait to see everyone! I haven't seen Lance or Max in ages!" You admit, knowing you hadn’t really seen his friends in a while.

“Good!”

Before you know it you’ve been thrusted back into the world of F1, all the cameras and the people wanting to talk, the smells coming from the hospitalities and the cars. It was an introverts nightmare.

However, Sergio always knew you were a people person despite your social battery draining quicker than most people’s. You loved the hustle and bustle life that came with being on track and with Sergio.

Whether you were off chatting to Will Buxton about his latest Drive to Survive meme, or hunting down Crofty timo interrupt his grid walk, or chatting to the mechanics in the garage about the car, to finalise it all up speaking with Christian about Max and Sergio.

Today was a little different, you were feeling anxious where it was your first day back in a while. However the minute you and your husband walked into the garage he’d been whisked away along with Max by their race engineers towards the big bosses office.

You and Kelly not having seen each other in so long decided it would be nice considering it was media day and there was no actual racing if you guys rounded up some of the other wags and did a little shopping.

You guys ventured from Red Bull to some of the other paddocks on the hunt for the other girlies. You stumbled upon Lily, Alexandra, Rebecca and Kika who all decided they were down for some shopping to save the boredom that was media day.

You guys hit Milan central getting a train down from Monza. There were some fans around who excitedly asked for pictures. You guys all obliged before getting on with the day and going into the different high end stores.

By the end, you guys had taken the phrase ‘shop till you drop’ far to literally. You all travelled back to the hotel that you were staying in courtesy of the team in which their partner drove for. The bags were placed on the coffee table and sofa in the living area of the room.

Kelly had a separate room for her and P because she was doing a fashion show in Milan on the Monday and Tuesday after the races, so she had a lot of cases with her because of the clothes and shoes and just general space she would need. So when she invited you back for a girlie sleepover with her and P you couldn’t decline.

Sending a quick text to your husband who was still at the racetrack you left the room straight to Kelly’s which was only a few doors down. P answered the door which to Kelly’s dismay who was currently in the bathroom taking her makeup off before she could even get to the door.

“We don’t answer the door, it could have been a stranger Penelope!” She lightly scolds, the younger girl not caring to much and pulling you into a hug.

“Awwww hello P” you sigh hugging her back beofre picking her up and placing her on your hip.

“Are you going to let me do your hair tonight while we watch a Disney movie!” You ask and Ps eyes light up with excitement.

“Let me guess, the little mermaid?” You ask her and she nods furiously going towards the controller in the room to pull up what you assumed would be Disney +.

You spent the rest of the night with the daughter mother duo, doing facials, watching films and ordering an obscene amount of desserts from room service.

The next day you woke up and went to your room to see if Sergio would join you for breakfast but the room was empty, bed all screwed up and unmade showing you your husband had in fact come home last night.

You sit alone for breakfast which was nice, just to be able to think on your own thoughts for some time. Most of them being about your new movie, or the TV show and how to develop your character.

You took and Uber to the race track not wanting to be rudely late for FP1, wanting to support your husband. As you got there, running through the paddocks gates and mumbling profanities at the electronic gate which wouldn’t let you in after 4 attempts on your pass, you spotted Sergio.

“Hola, good night with Kelly?” He smiles at you, kissing your cheek lightly. You nod and open your mouth about to say something but his race engineer calls out for him pointing towards the garage entrance.

“Go, don’t want to be late on the job now!” You home and he just laughs lightly shaking his head before turning away and running out the the garage where his car was.

You stood with Kelly watching your boys drive. It felt like forever that Sergio was in the car, but again the minute he got out he was whisked away to a debrief with what went wrong with the car.

That was how the rest of the weekend went, whenever you had free time it felt like he was being taken away for important meeting, interviews and various media commitments and when he was free you were either on the phone with work or had organised to do something with the girls because you thought he was busy at that time but due to scheduling mixups he was actually free and refused to let you cancel on the girls.

It got to Sunday night after the race. Sergio had come in P2 behind Max and with Carlos just behind him. He’d had a great drive and you couldn’t have been prouder to celebrate his podium with him.

You were in the hotel room together, you’d just gotten out the shower and into night wear, he was laying on the bed, in his pijama pants and shirtless like normal.

You jumped onto the bed curling up into his side pulling him so as much as your skin was touching his.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages mi amor” you voice before tilting your head that was laying in his chest to look up up him.

“Mmmmm No es suficiente!” He mumbles looking down at you. (It’s not sufficient!)

“What isn’t?” You ask perplexed.

“The time I had with you this weekend, not enough of it. I brought you here to spend more time with you and everyone didn’t want to see us together” he sighs pulling you closer with a pout on his face. On camera your husband didn’t seem like the clingy type but boy of boy was he.

“Argh you big baby, I’m not filming for another 5 weeks so your stuck with me all this time. This week was just unfortunate” you smile pulling him into a soft kiss which he quickly returns.

“God I missed this, just you” he smiles softly before pulling you into another kiss.

“Is this making up for it?” You offer smirking slightly knowing now that you were giving him the attention he was craving he was happy.

“Mmm im considering kidnapping you, so you have to spend all your time with me!” He groans pulling you over so your straddling him and laying in his chest on top of him.

“But who will be the lead in your current favourite TV show?” You gasp playfully.

“No way! Ellen Pompeo is leaving Greys?” He teases, knowing it would tule you up. You slap his shoulder lightly looking down at him.

“Mmmm im sure they could find someone to replace you if I kept you all for myself!” He teases again and you laugh this time.

“Mmmm and I’m sure if I kidnapped you Red Bull would too!” You tease back and he gasps in mock shock hand to his chest.

“Well seeing as we both seem to be staying respectively in our professions… I suggest we order room service!” You smile again, pulling him in for a kiss. He nods, rolling you off and getting up towards where the phone is on the desk. You watch as he used his hands to motion around as he talks to the receptionist on the phone.

You were so completely and utterly in love.

A/N: short and sweet! Hope you enjoy!

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[formulawolff]

cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

[bloodyymaryyy]

Language lessons

Grid x greek driver reader

Part 1 / masterlist

Side note : okay this is short only because my phone doesn't want to work properly at times and freezes and yeah I lost the 2 first drafts and then I give up and wrote a little one because fuck me dude! The exams are going a bit good I think so...for anyone wondering also wade don't be a ghost reader 🙏 please any feedback is appreciated 🙏❤️

Learning languages was always fun for her she loved communicating with people in their native languages and so she started learning from her teenage years, picking up phrases, sentences, words and expressions from local in every country she was traveling to almost every other week.

Growing up with next to zero friends, not knowing how to make any, always getting separated for being the only Greek driver in any grid either f4, f3, f2 it all changed when she joined f1, first making friends with max which was most expected because they were teammates in red bull and then one by one the other drivers jointed them and formed a huge friend group and having fun with each other on and off the track.

The once shy and socially awkward girl became a woman that simply didn't care, never again the doormat for anyone

The dialogues will be coloured : max is the blue, Liam is the pink, yuki is the orange, Checo will be the green and y/n will be the purple

She was called once again that she had to make another video with the boys except for Danny which was replaced by Liam (😉get it?) in the video

The English speaking driver starting the intro which is made by Liam and he started saying " hello we are here naming different f1 parts in different languages...."

Liam : steering wheel

Max : stuur

Checo : volante

Yuki starting a conversation with Checo "volante?" "Yeah you too? We have some common words although you don't think..." "Hantaru " ah very close " max added and laughter went around the group

Yuki :Hantaru

Y/n : τιμόνι

Liam : track

Max : circuit

Checo : circuito

" How are you saying it?" " Track" " you don't say circuito?" no"

Yuki : track

Y/n : πίστα

Once she said that they looked at her weird and she got confused and asked " what?" " no nothing it's just weird I don't know why" said Liam

Liam : tire

Max : band " band? I never learned that?"

Checo : ilanta " I haven't learned that either! What am I learning?!" " I don't know we can talk about it later tho said Checo"

Yuki : taiya

Y/n : ρόδα " that sounds nice! Max repeated the word again and y/n laught

Liam : Radio

Max : radio

Checo : radio

Yuki : musen." nah man you ruined it! Fuck "

Y/n : ράδιο

See? We could have a perfect streakkkk" y/ n said while dragging out the word and softly pouted and but as soon as it came it left nd her face returned back to normal

Liam :seat belt

Max : gordel

Checo : ginturón

Yuki : shitoberuto

Y/n :ζώνη

Liam : race suit

Max : racepak

Checo : traje

Yuki : tsunagi

Y/n : oh... It's for some reason long but I will say αγωνιστική στολή or στολή only which is kinda weird because the costume is the same... In the Greek language you have words with many meanings I don't know if you have them but yeah.

🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️

The end (probably)

[findingnemosworld]

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬/𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜���𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟕 𝐨𝐫 𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨

" Are you sure you’ll be ok? "

Sergio, who held their seven month baby girl in his arms huffs out a breath before rolling his eyes at his wife’s unnecessary concern, she was asked called in for a work trip which would see her leave to Italy for about a week and a half, " Amor, we’ll be fine ok! she’s going to have fun with me, not to mention the entire training center adores sweet Bea "

Beatrice babbles happily while she cuddled into Sergio’s embrace eliciting a smile from him and his wife who says, " You know I’ll always be concerned " she sighs, " Make sure she’s probably fed, I left bottles in the fridge for you to warm up and … no staying up late ok "

" I got this don’t worry " Sergio assured her before he and Beatrice saw her off to the airport then returned home.

The following weeks were spent with Sergio taking Beatrice with him to the training center, the players as well as the staff doted on Beatrice who was quiet and reserved as opposed to babies in that age, he’d then take her to the park, along with a few trips back to Sevilla to spend time with his parents. All the while he’s ensuring she had the best time, he also made sure to keep his wife updated.

He sent numerous pictures throughout the week, and was delightfully surprised by her posting one of them on her social media account.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

yourusername: my whole world 🥺

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user1: cuuuute 😭

user2: 😍😍😍

user3: if this isn’t the cutest thing ever, then idk what is 🥹

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yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

Rúben picks up his eight month old daughter Violetta in his arms and smiles at her, " It’s just you and me princess, your Mãe just travelled " he states, gently taking her to the bedroom, where he placed her inside of the crib, " You know I miss her already and it hasn’t been twenty four hours since she left "

He’d been married to Y/N for three and a half years and was blessed with Violetta eight months ago, those three and a half years were full of bliss and elation, akin to three months that passed by ever so quickly.

Violetta babbles, while Rúben continues talking, " I love your Mãe so much, always had adored how hard working she is but I hate these work trips no matter how long or short they are, not having her around makes the house feels lonely, don’t get me wrong, we are both blessed by you, but she’s the light that keeps the house afloat "

The next two weeks, Rúben was able to juggle through and divide his time between taking Violetta with him to training, as well as taking her out to the park as well as play dates with the other babies, he was grateful for the presence of his teammates who aided him to ensure the weeks were much more facile, while doing so he made sure to update his wife with photos, and funnily enough three days before she left he finds one of the photos on her social media profile.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

yourusername: excuse me while I cry over here, my babies 🥹😍😭

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user2: ruben dias is the cutest daddy 🥺

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johnstonesofficial: I’m a very good photographer 😎

yourusername: thank youuuu 🥺

rubendias: come home soon mama 😚

yourusername: soon baby!!!