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smoothoper44tor · 1 month

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Drunken confessions (part two)

Pairing: carlos sainz x alonso male! reader

Genre: slow burn! friends to lovers

Face claim: juan josé ballesta

Warning: cussing, alcohol, toro rosso! carlos, english is not my first language

masterlist part one

Carlos was a forgetful drunk. He would keep on saying stupid things while drunk just to forget the very next day.

“I love you” he murmured. The tanned boy was dragging himself against the Alonso. Heat and the alcohol hedor emanating from him. “Pela” He begged, breathing into the skin of his neck. ‘Look at me’ brighted in his expresso eyes

“I love you too, Chili” A timid smile creeped into his face while pronouncing the words. His hand shaking behind the red cup filled with some alcoholic beverage.

“No” he briefly laugh “I love you, like love love” He had drink way too much. During this party, every drink he had gave him a bit more bravery to kneel towards Pelayo. Playing with his chestnut curls, eyes glued on the other as he spoke absent.

“C’mon buddy don’t do that” he was flustered, red shadowing his cheeks. Carlos was a mean drunk, never conscious of how vulnerable his drunk nonchalant flirts made him.

“Kiss me” his tanned hand accusing his arm. His fingertips trailed heated pleadings.

“I’m not taking advantage of you” it’s easier to excuse it in such a simple way.

“Can I kiss you then?” A gutural cry crawled from Pelayo ‘Please, kiss me until I can’t remember anything else’. Pink lips trembled, “You remember?” Carlos was a cold stare into reality. He was, ironically, the most warm person Pelayo had ever known; still, he had a wakening effect, like a dump of cold water over him.

“I-” Now words couldn’t form a coherent sentence, right when things demanded it from him.

“I’m gonna kiss you” The words fade into a deep sigh. Their touch burned into a soft kiss.

"Please, you don't know what you're saying" begging, to that point they had come "You're just making me feel worse" Pelayo's voice came out mournful, to the verge of tears.

"Do you? Do you love me?" Breathing away the tears, Carlos big brown eyes were scanning every reaction of his. An unheard 'please' leaving his sore throat.

"Don't do this to me, please" ‘Please’ muttered Pelayo’s glowing eyes in disgrace. He could barely stand through this passionate exchange of confessions.

His legs dragged him from the room before he could take a word in the decision. He could no longer stay there, even if Carlos presence softened the tension and dissolved his need to cry, he couldn’t stand there while Carlos cried his heart out just to forget in the morning.

The first time he let it go into a embarrasing fun story. Never mentioned or toke it with him as his personal sacrificing lamb. But it was too much, too much to keep in his weak little heart.

He crawled into bed, trembling legs and flustered face. Tears faded into the white pillow under him.

Carlos was conscious of the pain he put the poor boy through? He wouldn’t hurt him like that consciously.

“You’re right, it was a bad idea” he muttered. Pelayo felt a sudden wave of sorry. It was not the big thing after all, just a kiss. He could do that for Carlos, he didn’t mind at all.

“Carlitos?” He grabbed Carlos’ hand. His doe eyes met with Pelayo’s dilated ones, his heart race increasing worryingly as the brunette’s firm breath began to fade into his own. Lips barely touching, until Carlos leaned closer, sliding his hand to Pelayo’s rosy cheek.

A kiss. They were kissing each other. Pelayo’s stomach pained; ‘butterflies’ they called it, more like a pack of wolves.

Carlos leaned closer, needy of the heated love. The kiss was soft, but most importantly wanted. The kiss was wanted and silently thanked.

Right when Carlos was knitting into Pelayo’s cheery lips, now a bit swollen, his friend separated. His breathing shaking as he tried to hide his skin figure away. Away from Carlos. The Sainz boy hugged himself hopping to keep his friend’s path over him a few more moments.

He laughed after a couple of minutes:

“You think you’ll be able to kiss her?” He was cheeky but still not looked at Carlos, his voice breaking mid sentence. A light pink hidden behind his curls.

“I don’t think I want to kiss her” He murmured against the neck of his sweater. “I don’t think I ever have” he met with Pelayo’s green eyes, squinted in frustration. A distressed look pronounced in his face.

Kiss him again. Carlos needed wanted to, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the boy would push him away as soon as their lips found each other again. So he pleased himself with a tense look between them.

“Hey, guys!” A loud scream from the inside of the house cut the tension of their painful eye contact “I made you nocilla sandwiches” Pelayo mentally thanked Carlos Sr, at least they had nocilla sandwiches. Nocilla, the remedy to all bad.

“Thanks, dad” Carlos flashed a shy smile to his dad, barely eyeing him for a couple of minutes.

Pelayo had a hard time getting himself to sleep. He had sleep for maybe an hour when a loud knock disturbed him. His legs couldn’t move, and he pushed his head further into the pillow, maybe this person would leave if they thought he wasn’t there.

“Pela c’mon. I know you’re in there” Carlos scream was heard as a desperate cry inside of the room. He the stood out of his breath; Carlos was there, he should probably open him. Maybe he was hungover, or he was hoping to thank Pelayo for bringing him back to the hotel. Maybe he remembered. No. No, that couldn’t be.

“Hey” the door was opened slowly, showing a flustered man, messy curls and baggy eyes.

“Hola, Carlitos” a weak smile brightened just for him. He walked in, waiting for his best friend to follow. As he sat in the undone bed, the door closing was heard. “You okay? You were pretty bad last night”

“I- I’m good, yeah. I wanted to talk about what I said” the asturian man’s heart skipped a beat.

“Sit with me, will ya?” The man did as he said, taking place next to him in the blanket swirl. Pelayo's hand slipped away until it found his friend's, callous and caring. Carlos had a gentle touch that relaxed people, he was comforting.

“I’m sorry-” He was cut as soon as he started talking:

“I told you is cool, I know you didn’t mean it” he talked roughly. Carlos hand found his face quick, pushing a strand of hair from it.

“But I do” he said, “I do mean it; I love you, Pela” hearts growing louder from his eyes.

“Look it’s not funn-” he cried in a breath just to be shut by Carlos’ lip softly taking his own. The previous hand marked into his cheek, moved to the back of his neck pushing further.

“Can I love you?” he murmured against his lips, eyes squinted at Pelayo’s swollen lips. The curly-haired approached the man again, brushing his lips desperately. Facing no opposition, he leaned in, kissing Carlos again.

They separated some minutes later. Breathing heavily against each other. Carlos took advantage of the moment to appreciate his best friend lover. Freckles painted his pink cheeks, matching the green-bottle glowing in his eyes. Pelayo’s hands found his hips, thoughtfully rubbing them.

“You’re beautiful” he breathed, coming a bit closer.

“Shut up-” a laugh escape him, lost in Carlos deep eyes “if you think that you haven’t seen yourself” the man giggled, clutching Pelayo’s cheeks “I just… adore you”

“Please, never stop doing it” he voiced husky.

“I could never”

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zyonsay · 5 months

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Hii! I love your works! I wonder if you could write Fernando Alonso x Male reader fluff? There´s almost no content of him (with a male reader). If you decide to do it, thanks then! ily <3

La côte française FA14

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Nando decides to interrupt your interview

Warnings: one (1) ass smack, an overwhelming amount of bubbles

Now playing: F1 Thirst traps on my Insta feed

AN: Hey there dear anon! Im SO sorry for taking so long to write this, but i have never written for Fernando before. This was difficult because i don't really know much about him, also this is kind of short for the same reason, but i hope you can still enjoy it!

Fun fact: i speak broken french

i probably won't deliberately write for Nando again (unless requested), but for this time im glad to help a fellow male reader out. Lots of love to you anon <3

“Uhh, yes. I did have some trouble there, but ultimately, everything went well! I’m looking forward to Sunday to- “, your Interview was cut short by someone giving you a hefty slap on the bum. Turning around, you saw none other than the man, the myth, and the legend: Fernando Alonso.

“Oi, Cabron”, you mimicked his voice as both of you smiled and laughed at his antics. The reporter smiled awkwardly, probably because they wanted to continue interviewing you about your Q3. “You two seem to be good buddies, any plans together for the summer break?”, this made you shoot a knowing look over at Nando, who was now clinging to your shoulder.

You were about to open your mouth to speak as the man in Aston martin green spoke up.

“We actually planned on going on holiday in France, to go surfing and swimming!”, though he didn’t mention the next part. Fernando had rented a fancy sailing boat, with which you planned on travelling around the coast of France. This voyage wasn’t for a random occasion too, of course not.

The both of you have been dating for almost two years now and just recently Nando had shared the idea of going on a trip as a sort of anniversary gift. You were very happy with him, he always made sure to bring a smile, even if only a faint one, to your face. He was like the warm sun in your blue sky. He was the pristine, blue water at the coast of France, and he was the wind in your sails. The race season has been tough for you and your team, but a little bit of a break will be good for your sore, overworked muscles. And just in case you had a silly Spaniard by your side to help you relax.

The interviewers face lit up at the mentioning of your plans and interrupted your train of thoughts by asking another question, “Amazing! So, if you don’t mind, let’s get back on topic: Q3!” This was Fernando’s cue to leave, but not before giving your shoulder a hearty squeeze and whispering something along the lines of ‘see you later.’

Well, later was now, as you finally arrived at the Hotel you’d been staying in during the race weekend. Nando had slipped into your bathroom to run a bath, while you were peeling off your clothes in the bedroom.

You walked in, not expecting to be greeted by giant heave of bubbles in the bathtub. Fernando was completely covered in the foam, slyly grinning at you. “I added a bit too much...”

Giggling quietly, you slipped into the bubbly mess of a bath.

"Thanks Nando"

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viennakarma · 4 months

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Drunk calls

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: You're drunk on your night out and accidentally call your boss, Fernando.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Female reader, drunk reader, fluff, Nando comforting reader, boss x employee relationship, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Notes: Anon requested drunk reader and sober nano, so i just ran with it and wrote a little something while on hangover from the new year party. (Also that ONE pic George Russell posted of him and Nando!!!!)

Hope you enjoy it, Anon!

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As you left the toilet, you felt your legs wobbly as you supported yourself on the wall. You had been clubbing with your friends for a couple of hours now, but a few minutes ago you couldn’t find them, and you looked all around.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you called your bestie to try and find out where she was. As soon as she picked up, you started talking.

“Hi, Hanna! Where are-” You hiccuped, “where are you? I think I’m too drunk now, I can’t find you or the girls, and my head is pounding already, and I can’t walk straight.”

“Y/N?” A male voice asked.

“Who the fuck are you?” You frowned.

“It’s Fernando, you just called me,” he said and you turned your phone seeing that you had actually called him instead of your friend.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, boss!” You said and immediately hung up.

Fuck, you drunk called your boss on your day off. That was most certainly grounds for a reprimand. You had been working as his assistant for almost a year now, and had only been super professional and dedicated to doing your work. You and Fernando had been friendly and settled into a great work dynamic. So accidentally calling him like this would probably cause problems for you.

You didn’t even have time or energy to blame yourself too long as your phone buzzed with an incoming call from Fernando. You immediately hit decline. But barely a second later he called you again. Shit, he probably would tear you a new one. You hit decline again. You started sweating, god, you needed to go home, you needed to eat and you needed to plan a big apology for the next time you see your boss again.

Then two texts appeared coming from Fernando.

“Where are you?” “Pick up the call”

And then he called you again, and you picked it up this time preparing for him to go off on you.

“Where are you?” He breathed loudly.

“I’m at a club with my friends,” you stuttered a little bit, both because of the alcohol and because you were worried he might fire you on the spot.

“You said you lost them. Have you found your friends?”

“No, not really. But it’s okay, I’m gonna go home already!” You hoped you were sounding a little bit more confident.

“How?”

“What?”

“How are you going to go home?” He asked, voice serious.

“I’m gonna call a cab or something. Don’t worry!” Please, sound sober, please sound sober.

“Send me the address, I’m gonna pick you up.”

“No, no! It’s your day off too, you don’t have to worry I’ll be fine! Really, I promise I’m going straight home right-”

“I wasn’t asking. Send the address.” He cut you off and hung up.

Cursing and sweating, you sent him your location, walking slowly to the exit, still trying to locate your friends. As you made it outside, you leaned against the wall, feeling a little better with the fresh gust of wind outside the packed club. You flexed your knees because your heels were feeling like a fucking thousand needles punching the sole of your feet. You should listen to your younger sister and start wearing sneakers to the club.

After a few minutes, you saw a scandalous rich man’s car pulling up and you knew it’s Fernando. He stopped by the sidewalk and came walking to you. He was wearing slacks and a white button up, simple but classy. You had seen in his schedule before that he was going to go out with friends for dinner. So that’s probably where he came from.

He didn’t look too pissed at you but he didn’t look happy either, his face was rather neutral.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he stopped in front of you. He was holding a water bottle, which he promptly opened and gave to you.

“I have been better, not gonna lie,” you said, and proceeded to drink almost the whole bottle of water.

“Why are you flexing your knees?” He asked.

“Because the heels are killing me.”

Silently, Fernando knelt in front of you and unbuckled the straps of your heels around your ankles.

“Off, now” he said, patting your calves, then offering you a hand so you could step out of the shoes.

“Jesus, thank you,” you mumbled, relieved to be barefoot finally, “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to pick me up.”

“I’m here already, quit whining,” he dismissed you, holding your forearm, “can you walk to the car?”

“Just give me a hand,” you asked, still a little unbalanced. You jolted a little when you felt Fernando’s hands on your thighs but he didn't touch you, he just pulled the hem of your dress down, since it was dangerously close to showing too much and maybe accidentally flashing everyone.

Fernando circled an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, keeping you standing all the way to his car, holding your heels with the other hand. You looked to the side of his face, and you were suddenly hit with the realization that Fernando is really, really attractive.

“Damn, you’re handsome!”

It honestly slipped past your lips and you felt your cheeks warm up, embarrassed for saying that out loud, but Fernando only laughed a little, and kept walking you to his car, only stopping to open the door and put you in the passenger seat.

As you took the seat, he stared at your face, trying to catch any signs of something in your face. You blinked, staring into his beautiful greeny brown eyes, and he just huffed, pulling the seat belt and locking it around you.

When he finally started driving, the silence deafening, you looked at his side profile.

“Are you upset? I’m sorry! I promise I’ll behave.”

“I’m not upset. Though I will be a little annoyed if you throw up in my Aston Martin,” he said with a small smile.

“No throwing up happening anytime soon!” You raised your hand, held it in a cross and kissed it, “I’m actually really hungry”

Fernando clicked his tongue and reached for the backseat with one hand, pulling a Burger King brown bag. You smelled the food and you smiled.

“Oh my god! You’re a savior!” You opened the bag, which had your favorite burger and big sized fries, “this is my favorite!”

You ate quietly for a couple of minutes then a thought hit you.

“How do you know I like eating Burger King after getting drunk?” You said, and Fernando looked at you, opened the glove box and handed you a tissue.

“I know you well,” was all he said. He ended up driving you to his place, and you decided to question it.

“Why did you drive me here?” You walked in, sitting on the couch.

“What do you mean?” He looked confused.

“Ugh, never mind!” You stood up but the quick movement made you stumble and Fernando quickly held you in place.

“Careful!” He put both hands on your waist, in a way that felt very intimate.

You turned to face him, and he smiled softly, his hand now on your lower back. Then, you touched his eyebrow with the tip of your finger.

“I like your eyebrows.”

“Gracias.”

“And your beard too,” you cupped his face, feeling the roughness of his beard against your palm.

“Vamos, you need a shower,” he carefully walked you up the stairs and then inside the bedroom, straight to the bathroom.

Fernando turned you around and pulled down the zipper on your back. You gasped, holding the dress in place and turning to face him.

“You can’t undress me!”

He turned around, laughing.

“Ok, get in the shower and I’ll get you some clothes, eh?”

You showered, and when you left, a towel around your body, Fernando had left a small pile of clothes inside. There was a big t-shirt and sports shorts that you dressed. He also left you a toothbrush, which seemed very thoughtful of him.

When you walked back to the room, Fernando had changed into comfy clothes, and he was waiting for you sitting on the bed.

“Are you sobering up?” He asked.

And you just nodded, sleepy, crawling into his lap and snuggling into his chest, pressing your nose to his neck.

“Yup.”

“Then you remember who I am?”

“You’re Fernando!” He laughed a little, kissing the top of your head.

“No, amor,” he leaned back, cradling your face with one hand, and pulling your right hand with the other, “I’m your fiancé.”

Wide eyed, you stared at the big diamond ring in your finger. Then, you finally remembered, your fiancé, your beloved Nano. Who had been your boss sometime two years ago, and you resigned when you realized you had feelings for him. In the end, he had gone after you because he harbored the same feelings for you.

You ended up laughing out loud, so hard that there were tears in your eyes.

“God, I’m never drinking again!”

“It’s cute that you forgot like this,” he laughed too.

You held his face, kissing him softly. His hand ran up your back, under your shirt. You wanted more, trying to deepen the kiss, but he just held you back.

“Sleep now, eh? Tomorrow I will wake you up with besos.”

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cheriladycl01 · 4 months

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P5

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid.

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

You were nervous for the race today, you wanted to hold P5 from qualifying however you had many more experienced drivers behind you.

The line up was:

P1: Lewis Hamilton - Mercedes

P2: Charles Leclerc - Ferrari

P3: Alexander Albon - Audi

P4: Max Verstappen - Red Bull

P5: Y/N Y/L/N - Audi

P6: Lando Norris - Mclaren

P7: Lance Stroll - Aston Martin

P8: Oscar Piastri - Mclaren

P9: Logan Sargeant - Williams

P10: Zhou Guanyu - Williams

P11: Yuki Tsunoda - AlphaTauri

P12: Pierre Gasly - Alpine

P13: Daniel Ricciardo - AlphaTauri

P14: George Russell - Mercedes

P15: Liam Lawson - Alpine

P16: Valtteri Bottas - Haas

P17: Sergio Perez - Red Bull

P18: Kevin Magnussen - Haas

P19: Fernando Alonso - Aston Martin

P20: Carlos Sainz - Ferrari

So not only would you be attempting to overtake 3 time world champion Max Verstappen. But also your own teammate in P3, the Current World Champion from 2025 in P2 and a 8 time world Champ in P1 having his last win in 2024. Whilst defending from Lando Norris who was next to you on the grid lineup and then Lance and Oscar who were behind both of you.

It would be a hard race, but you were always willing to push yourself and the car to the max.

You stood by your car, headphones in and up to the max bopping your head so you couldn't hear any other the other noises that were going on right now. Dua Lipa was playing and you were chewing at one of your nails.

A tap of your shoulder wakes you up from your musical trance, you take one air-pod out, the song pausing.

"Race time, in the car" your manager directs you making you nod. You jump into the car over the halo, sliding down into the low seat. Your handed your helmet and balaclava which you put on making sure to tuck away your loose fly away pieces of hair so they are out if your face for the race.

After you are ready, they hand you the wheel which you push in and make sure your radio is getting back to the garage okay.

Your in your position on the track, your hands on the wheel as the fourth light comes on, and your put lightly resting on the pedals ready to launch the car into a start the minute those lights went out.

Max had an awful start, meaning you slipped around on his inside, leaving him behind you to defend Norris who had a good start as well.

The rest of the race went well however, you ended behind Lando and finished P6, Alex had moved too P2 so your team did amazing for a double points finish with a P2 podium finish.

You really couldn't wait for the day that it was you and Alex up there together and you just hoped he would stick around for a few more seasons as your team-mate.

You watched on as Lewis, Alex and Charles took their podium. They sprayed the champagne while you and Lily hugged and cheered Alex on. As a joke you'd placed your Audi cap on Lily, and SkySports had of course captured the adorable moment between you guys saying how you and Lily had one of the best friendships in the paddock between a driver and a wag.

As you were wondering around the paddock, greeting fans and taking pictures you spot Charles who you hadn't had a chance to congratulate on his win today.

"Charlie!" you exclaim running over to the tousled haired male.

"Y/N!" he smiles, stepping away from the person he was talking too.

"Well done on your win today! Ferrari have an incredible car this year!" you compliment, some mechanics whistling to you as they pass in appreciation making you giggle.

"Well, its not just the car now is it ma cherie" he jokes jabbing his elbow at you.

"No of course the almighty Leclerc who drove today was the reason" you nod in agreement with sarcastic undertones that has him gasping in mock horror a hand rosining up to his chest dramatically.

"How dare you!" he exclaims.

"Are you mocking my driving?" he laughs again as you remained quiet.

"No, definitely not. You were incredible today. Really, i hope to be able to share a podium with you some day" you smiled at him, and a huge grin comes onto his face as well.

"Well, you never know what might happen in Suzuka" he grins rubbing up and down your arms before pulling you into a tight hug.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me for dinner tonight. I've never been here and don't want to leave it down Silvia to find me and Carlos a place to eat!" he asks and your eyes travel from your shoes on the floor up to meet his eyes in shock.

"I mean, I've never been here either so I don't know how much better I'd be than Silvia" you joke, you didn't realize it now but this was actually Charles trying to ask you out on a date. Not only were you an amazing driver, but you'd seen and helped him in such a vulnerable moment and hadn't said anything bad about it, he liked you more than he would care to admit.

"Okay so its set then? Me you Carlos, Becca, Lily and Alex will all go for food. Oooo we should probably invite Lando and Oscar as well, god knows they'll end up in a McDonalds against the orders from Kim and Jon" you sigh shaking your head.

"Oh yeah, with Carlos and the others yeah sure. Erm can i trust you to find a place?" he asks and you nodded, your PR manager came over a hand on your shoulder explaining you were needed for media duties.

You were walked off to go interview individually with SkySports where Jenson, Natalie and Nico were all waiting for you.

"Ahhh my favorite driver has arrived" Nat says pulling you into a hug that you return and kiss her cheek before taking the mic from her hand that she extended out to you before shaking hands with Jenson and Nico.

You knew Natalie better, Jenson and Nico as Ex-Drivers intimidated you as they were drivers that you looked up too when you were a little kid.

"So, your pretty consistent with P6 so far. First two races of the season in Bahrain and here in South Korea! How are you feeling?" Nico asks and you smile shyly.

"Yeah, i guess everyone says consistency is key. Obviously having now 36 points between myself and Alex is amazing for the team and yeah I cant wait for Japan. I'm feeling confident with the car, my team have done an amazing job with the car and I'm excited to see what we can bring to the tables in the years to come" you answer.

"Yeah I agree with Nico completely, its been incredible for you and hopefully a podium in sight soon?" Jenson teases making you laugh a little attempting to stifle the sound.

"I'd like to think that. However there are so many great and amazing drivers out there on the grid right now who deserve the wins in comparison to me" you smile nodding.

"And what's it like to have Alex as a team-mate" Natalie asks.

"Alex is the best, and I'm not sure i could have had a better person as my team mate in my rookie season"

After a few more questions about the car and your driving smile, you are thanked and told goodbye. Alex finds you, confirming that he and Lily were excited about dinner. Which sent you into a small panic, and he could tell by the look on your face.

Lily and Alex helped you research Yeongam and the surrounding areas, you found a golf course that you Lily, Alex, Carlos and Lando would all visit tomorrow.

"Hmmm how about here? I cant say the name though" Alex says looking at the restaurant he just found. You take the name punching it into google.

"Nope, definitely not" you say sighing befroe going back to looking at the map.

"What, i thought this was a good one, you judged that so quick!" Alex frowns trying too see what you'd seen that was so bad.

"It's literally a fish bar Alex, poor Lando wont eat there!" you say knowing the boys immense hate for fish.

"Okay here we go this is perfect for everyone, its an Italian/Korean restaurant. Everyone will be happy here, me you and Lily can try some new foods while the princesses have their safety foods" you grin showing them the picture of the warm and glowy restaurant on the screen.

"Yeah that seems good!" Lily smiles, checking it out on her own phone. Okay, now let me go find Lia and see if she'll book us a table. I don't think my Korean will translate too amazing over the phone.

Booking the table with Lia was easy enough when they found out that it was a group of F1 drivers looking for a table, they got you into a nice private room according to Lia. You'd sent out texts to everyone who was coming making sure they'd be ready to leave at 6.

Y/N: Got a place for food tonight, don't worry I saved you from Alex's choice of a fish bar! Be ready at the lobby for 6 :)

Lando: Have i ever told you I love you and you are my bestest friend?

Y/N: You have now!

Y/N: Hey! Make sure you and Becca are down in the lobby by 6pm for dinner, found a nice place and have a table.

Chilli: Thank you for booking it, glad I don't have Silvia Trivagoing where Charles and I would have eaten!

Y/N: Most welcome!

Y/N: Yo be there or be square for dinner @ six! Lobby stat.

KoalaB: Where is there?

Y/N: Oscar, READ! THE LOBBY DUH!

Lord Perc: Did you find somewhere for dinner?

Lord Perc: If not the hotel food was alright, I just thought it would be nice to get out

Y/N: DW dinner sorted, just meet us in the lobby at 6 :)

Lord Perc: of course <3

Dinner flew by, between the waiter playing with you guys and doing bottle tricks for the table when Soju was ordered, or Lando choking on an olive, or water spilling onto Charles lap making it looked like he wet himself and you attempting to dry it without thinking where you were rubbing the napkin and looking up seeing a bright red faced Charles.

You couldn't help but think how embarrassed he must have been, so you patted his red cheek explaining it was an accident and actually your fault for him spilling it. He sat there quiet and looking down for the next few minutes while you all waited for the mains to be served.

You were staying in Korea until Wednesday, you had massive plans for the rest of the week. You were to play gold tomorrow with Lando, Carlos, Lily and Alex. Then on Tuesday you'd get the train to Seoul and were sight seeing with Charles who you asked to come with you as Alex and Lily were leaving for Japan early and Carlos and Lando had plans already. Wednesday you'd fly straight to Japan ready for the media duties on Thursday.

Life on the road as an f1 driver was stacked but the memories you were making here with you friends severely made up for the exhaustion you felt until the gaps in between races came about.

Golfing with everyone was fun, you sucked and Lily tried to help you as much as possible. You'd think as a professional f1 driver you'd be a natural athlete and be able to pick up other sports relatively easily. But lets just say that you would be pretty jobless without Formula One.

After a long day, you checked out of the hotel in Yeongam and met Charles, you guys had an eventful evening where you got lost in the train station in the middle of South Korea. You attempted with your small knowledge of the language to communicate that you were lost.

Now at this point, your probably thinking, omg so silly just use google translate but you really really didn't want to look like one of those pretentious tourists who shove phone's in locals faces without even attempting a lick of their language.

Luckily your Korean was enough to get the man to understand you were lost and looking for the train to Seoul. He was kind enough to take you and Charles all the way to Seoul with him. He turned out to be a mechanic for the Kia racing team. You explained that Charles and you were racing drivers and he nodded before laughing explaining he knew who you were.

You and Charles felt so bad, that you ended up offering a drink to this man which turned into him showing you all his favorite drinking spots in Seoul and introducing you to people he worked with.

You both went to the new hotel rather drunk on a bus.

"Charlie" you complied as you flopped onto one of the beds in the room, the one you just had claimed.

"Yes" he asks looking through his suitcase that management kindly had transported earlier over in the day for him.

"I'm hungry and you know what I've always wanted to do" you ask looking over him.

"What?" he asks, trying to make himself less spacey and more focused on you.

"I want to go to one of those convenience stores that sell those cups of ice and then the really cool drinks and then they have all the really cool premade food and the noodles and I wanna go can we go before i go to my room" you beg kneeling on the bed and placing you hands together.

"It's like 2am, Y/N they wont be open. Let's call it a night and we'll go tomorrow" he smiles patting your shoulder.

"No no, its Korea bro, they are like 24 hours. It'll be open i swear" you say making a cross over you heart. That doesn't seem to fill him with confidence so you move to the puppy dog eyes which he cant seem to say no too.

"Fine, but if your wrong and you've dragged me out for no reasons, I'll make you DNF this weekend" he hiccups pointing an accusing finger at you.

"Hahahaha I told you!" you say seeing the brightly light shop.

"Fine you were right" he says holding the door open for you, you walk in first greeting the teenager behind the till with a small hello in Korean.

He gasps in shock before running up to you both with a paper and pen and pointing at his phone. You ask if he's like a picture and he nods enthusiastically thanking you furiously as you take the phone. You all basically have a mini photoshoot in the store before he helps you make the food, saying he didn't want you to burn you hands on the hot water tap which you thought was extremely kind.

You and Charles eat, before tipping the young man and leaving the store where you both go to your joint hotel rooms passing out with the door connecting the rooms unlocked and open.

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Hey babes, can I ask for something fluffy with a little angst perhaps with fernando? I loved your Instagram au with him 😩

𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 / 𝑭𝑨𝟏𝟒

pairing: fernando alonso x verstappen!reader

summary: fighting for the drivers championship has been the most challenging thing to ever happen in your career, especially when your #1 enemy is your own brother. fortunately, fernando is there to lend you a helping hand.

author's note: this got longer than I expected.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: teammate!reader, friends to lovers, mentions of cars crashing, family issues, slight daddy issues (no mention to j*s), max being a dick, google translated dutch, suggestive description but no actual sexual stuff, significant age gap (reader is 28, fernando is 41), probably more warnings but I don't know what else to put here.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators!! 🫶🏽

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Media used to say you and your brother got your passion for racing from your parents. The fans used to say you got the beauty from your mother, and Max got the anger issues from your father. That could be true, but you inherited the anger issues as well.

Even though you were older than him, Max always came first. He got into karting before you, he got into Formula before you, and he became world champion before you. Male privilege, perhaps? Yeah, but when you are born female and you were raised to be a racing driver, you need to be better than every male on the grid. Even if that means competing against your own family.

And Max never had a problem with that. He crushed you every chance he had. Every track you both raced on, from karting to Formula 1, you'd see him in your rearview mirror, and then in front of you, finishing first. Until he wasn't there anymore, and would leave the champion title for you to take.

Two years after he made it to Red Bull from Toro Rosso, you finally got to Formula 1. In your rookie year, at Renault, you made your first friend on the grid. You and Daniel had excellent chemistry, and he gave you such help that you never got from Max. That was until he signed to McLaren and left you all alone.

Not long after, you signed with Williams, and beside Alex, you made great results. You scored great points, but you still wanted the podium. You wanted to stand there and raise a trophy. You wanted a taste of the glory.

And two years later, you drove alongside Sebastian Vettel, when you signed to Aston Martin. After Mercedes' fall from grace, it was a really good year for your team. You finally got your first podium. And you tasted it, the glory. You stood there and raised the trophy. That's when you got greedy and wanted more.

Things only seemed to get better when Sebastian announced his retirement, and Fernando Alonso became your new teammate. The team got you a new car even better than last year's. Your trophy collection became bigger after every race. And you were finally, after so many years, racing against your brother for the drivers championship.

Fernando was the best teammate you could have asked for. He was not only a good friend but an emotional support as well. He helped you through your anger crisis and often would take you to ease your head away from the tracks.

Even though he was competing against you too, it never seemed like it. He often said he already had his wins, and he was there to help you have yours. Fernando was racing because he loved to do so, great results were just the consequences of being a fantastic driver.

You were two points behind Max, and knowing that a single little mistake could cost you the championship, it wasn't needed much to trigger your anger issues.

After staying out of Q3 because you crashed into your brother's car, you left your car and tossed your helmet on the floor. You groaned loudly, processing what had happened;

Max crashed into me.

In the middle of a corner, Max crashed into me.

On. Fucking. Purpose.

When you started walking away from your garage and going straight to Red Bull's, Fernando, who had dnfed after engine problems, came towards you.

"Y/n!" He tried to call your attention, as the cameras started to follow you, "Y/n don't do this!"

"Hey, klootzak!" You shouted out loud as you reached the Red Bull garage and your eyes met Max's. (Hey, asshole!)

As the cameras — and Fernando — came right behind you, every eye on the pits was on you. Your teammate held you by the waist, stopping your movements.

"Y/n, don't do this. You're going to get penalized. Please..." He muttered into your ear, making you shiver.

You stared at Fernando as he frowned, silently begging for you to stop. You wanted to listen to him so badly... but then you remembered why you were there.

The championship. The crash. Max.

Your gaze became darker as you turned to your brother, "He should be the one to get penalized!" you yelled.

Switching to dutch, you spat, giving more steps towards him, "Je deed het expres, nietwaar, Max? Verdomde klootzak!" (You did it on purpose, didn't you, Max? Fucking bastard!)

Max tilted his head to the side, smirking. You clenched your fist, ready to do something you would regret.

"Waarom geef je mij de schuld? Leer autorijden, idioot." Max teased, looking down at you being face-to-face with him. (Why are you blaming me? Learn to drive, idiot.)

You pushed him as hard as you could, neverminding the cameras shoved on your face. Max fell onto the ground.

Fernando held tight to your waist this time, as Christian and Daniel got in between you and your brother.

Hours after your meltdown, you received the news of your penalty; Tomorrow, you would be starting off from the pits, while Max would be starting at the back place of the grid.

"Starting off the pits is so much worse than P19. That's unfair." You mumbled, still pissed off with everything that happened.

Fernando snorted. Fortunately, he was there to help you ease your mind. You both were at your place in São Paulo, waiting for your Chinese takeout while pretending to watch a tv show.

You scrolled through your Twitter page, reading the fans reactions to your meltdown. Max had his moments before, but this was your first time getting caught on camera during one of your anger episodes.

And most of the things you read online didn't help with the situation. Weird men were calling you hysterical, some people were excited to see how good this would look on Drive to Survive, and some fans were... shipping you with Fernando?

You frowned, deciding to watch one of many videos where you attacked your brother. From different angles, you saw the way Fernando held onto your waist. Unintentionally, you remembered how he begged, so close to your ear, for you to stop. How it sent shivers down your spine.

And just now, you noticed how close you were to him in your personal life. It has been such a crazy year for you, you never realized you and Fernando were more than a just friendship. He was by your side at every single moment. He often took you out to dinner, you would invite each other to your houses in Monaco. Sometimes he would take you to his place in Spain.

And you listen to him. Most of the time at least, you thought. But the thing is, you usually don't listen to anyone but yourself. No one is right but you. You don't have anyone to trust but you. But that's not true, as he's there proving you wrong. You just never realized, until now.

"Nando, I–" You started, but the sound of your doorbell got in your way.

"It's our food. Let me get it." He patted your thigh, before standing up to answer the door.

After your realization, even his touch felt different. Your whole perspective of him changed. You liked it. It felt different, but also it felt normal, like it was simply meant to be. Like the things you did with each other, the things you shared, things that mostly only couples used to do, it fitted your relationship — if you could call it that way.

You both ate your noodles and watched the tv show, quietly. Your head lay comfortably in his lap as Fernando's fingertips danced around your scalp. You sighed, comfortable in the position you found yourself in. It felt too domestic. You could close your eyes and sleep right there, because you trusted him enough to do so. You trusted him more than anyone.

"What is this?" You asked.

"What is what, cariño?" Fernando murmured, still caressing your head but focused on the tv.

You lifted your upper body from his embrace and sat by his side.

"This." You gestured towards him and yourself, "Us. This is not normal, Fernando. It feels like we're a couple, without the whole things that make a couple... a couple."

"It... does, doesn't it? I came to that realization a while ago." he confessed, "Turns out I like what we have. I never said anything because I didn't want it to end. I thought it would bother you."

"It doesn't. I like what we have. Fuck, I love what we have! I love the way you come to my place, mostly unannounced, and eat all the stroopwafels my mum sends to me. I love the way you invite me to Spain every free week we're not racing. I love the way you listen to me and help me understand my anger, and work through it. I love that I know I wouldn't win half the races I did this season without your help." You blurted out so fast you didn't quite process your own words.

"Fuck, I love this. I love what we have. I love having you around. Fernando, I–"

"I love you." he said, finishing your sentence, "I truly do. I can't describe my feelings the way you did but just know I feel the very same for you."

You smiled, stunned. Your breath echoed to your ear, competing with your heartbeat to see which is the loudest.

You raised your hand to meet his face, where your digits laid gently on his skin. Fernando's eyes closed to your comforting touch. You got closer until his warm breath reached you. His soft lips brushed against yours.

"I love you." You whispered, before losing yourself in his arms and his touch.

The following morning, you woke up alone. You were used to that feeling, but that was you before Fernando. Now, there was you after him. You felt brand new.

So you didn't hide your disappointment when you reached for the side of the bed where he was supposed to be, and found it to be empty. Not only it was cold, but he made it before he left your room. To your surprise, when you got out of bed, you noticed his shirt was still on your floor from last night. You didn't hold back a large smile.

That it quickly disappeared the moment you remembered what day it was: Sunday.

You grabbed your phone to look at the time. You still had a few hours before heading to Interlagos.

You left your room, and as you were walking downstairs, you could hear soft humming and music echoing through the house. The scent of fresh coffee didn't go unnoticed by you.

When you reached the kitchen, you found a shirtless Fernando, scrambling eggs in a pan, and singing to a spanish song. A huge smile emerged in his features when he noticed your presence.

"Buenos días, corazón" He pecked your lips when you got closer.

"Goedemorgen, schat..." You grinned, hugging his waist from behind.

"Go sit. I'm making us something to eat before we hit the paddock." Fernando pecked you one more time before you went to sit by the kitchen island.

"Ah, yes, the race..." you rolled your eyes, "Can't wait to start from the pits."

"It's not so bad... I've won a race where I started from the back of the grid..." He shrugged.

"Really? Singapore 2008? If you want to go there, I have a lot of things to say about that race" You cocked a challenging eyebrow.

The spaniard snickered, "Yeah, I know. What I'm trying to say is that it's possible."

"You were the only person to do so, Fernando. It's not possible. And for you, it's easy to say that. You're on pole!" You chuckled.

"We have a great car, you're an awesome driver, and it looks like it's not going to rain today. Maybe the odds are on your side." He tried to cheer you up.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes in disbelief, "Yeah, with Max having such an advantage, there's not much to believe in the odds." you smiled, and grabbed his hand across the island table, "But I appreciate your confidence in me. I know you're not a very optimistic person. It's really cute..."

"Eat your eggs, Y/n. You'll need extra energy for today." He dismissed the subject when you mentioned his softness.

The paddock wasn't a huge place. So when gossip flew around and the people talked, eventually it would reach to you one way or another. And you couldn't care less about it. It didn't stop you from driving Fernando to the track on your convertible Aston Martin, even if the photographers caught the moment you left the parking lot with him. It didn't stop Fernando from reaching out for your hand and hold it in front of everyone while you walked down the paddock together, even if the Netflix cameras were there. Different journalists from all around the world were talking about you in their language. No one was talking about yesterday's crash or your angry meltdown. Just you and Fernando.

Fortunately, no one had asked. Yet. You were preparing yourself for the race, and no one was allowed to take your focus away from it.

You were watching the pre-race program from the garage. Unsurprisingly, your father was at the race to prestige Max. Well, that's not true. He was there for the prestige of having a world-champion son, but not to prestige him.

He never came to your garage. Not once.

You and Fernando parted ways to prepare for the race. You didn't see him again until it was time for him to go to his car, and you stayed at the pits, where you'd be starting.

When the lights when out and the starting grid became a mess as the cars tried to overtake one another, Max overtook three cars in front of him, taking place at P16. Fernando started amazing on pole, leading the race, with only Checo and one of the Ferrari's close behind him.

As the laps went by, you overtook car by car, climbing your way to the points. At lap 34, you overtook both Mercedes in an incredible move.

Fernando was still leading the race, Max was P4, and you had just reached the sixth position. As if a miracle could've happened, the Ferrari in front of you started to slow down. One of its tires had exploded. You recognized the driver's helmet, and couldn't help to feel kinda bad for Charles.

The cars behind you were 20 seconds away, so you made use of that advantage and pitted for new tires.

Max's position was ahead of you, but he was still far away. He watched as Checo and Carlos, who were currently P2 and P3, fight for position. Unfortunately, in a tight corner, they crashed each other. It was nothing serious, so the physical safety car came in, and everyone went to the boxes to get new tires. Except for you, who had just got new ones.

Unintentionally, you became P1.

When the safety car left the track, Fernando and Max were behind you, respectively.

There were two more laps to go, and you could feel your sweaty hands squeezing tight on the steering wheel as the nervousness started to rise in your chest. You tried not to focus on what was happening behind you, and pay attention to the way ahead. Fernando tried his hardest to keep Max behind him until he couldn't hold it anymore. Max overtook him on the last lap, where he was only 1 second behind you.

You wouldn't let him take the win away from you. Not anymore.

And then it happened.

"Y/n Verstappen, you are the champion of the world!" Your engineer yelled.

And you couldn't believe your ears.

You. World champion.

You became a world champion.

You parked your car on the 1th place marked spot, but you didn't get out. You couldn't. You tried to process everything that happened, the climbing, the moves, the safety car, the checkered flag... it felt surreal.

Someone pulled you out of the car, bringing you back to reality. You didn't have to look at the green suit, same as yours, to realize who it was. Fernando's presence always reached out to you before the sight of him.

He hugged you, as tight as he could, lifting you from the ground and swaying. His voice was muffled by his helmet, but you didn't have to know what he was saying, you just felt it. You felt loved.

He placed you on the ground and you took off your helmet, as he did the same. You glanced at each other and you saw the pride in his brown orbits. You smiled, sobbing with the feeling of happiness. He took you in his arms once again, and kissed you, deeply and lovingly in front of everyone to see.

Your intimate moment was interrupted once the cameras and the journalists reached you.

"Y/n! Congratulations on winning the championship!" The reporter exclaimed, "How does it feel to be world champion?"

You chuckled, still being held on the waist by Fernando.

"It feels fucking fantastic! I couldn't have done this without our amazing team." You smiled, biting your lip to stare at Fernando, "And my boyfriend, who has been looking out for me ever since the start of this season. He has been not only my teammate, but also my therapist, my cook, and my best friend. He is everything I needed. Thank you, Fernando..." You kissed him one more time in front of the cameras.

#fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso x yn #fernando alonso imagines #f1 x you #f1 x female driver #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x female driver #formula 1 x you #max verstappen x reader

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bestedoesmeow · 1 year

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F1 FANFIC !masterlist!

CHARLES LECLERC

STORIES & SHORT STORIES

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

You were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME !

You decide to mock Charles after the ''almost hitting a fan with his car'' video.

OVERDRIVE

CHARLES L. X MALE READER!

POP ROCKS

You thought it would be a good idea to test out the kissing with pop rocks thing with your bf

SOUVENIR

On top of a mountain, surrounded by the people you care about, you welcome the new year. But there is one thing you need to know ; You must confront your past in order to move forward.

LOST IN YOUR CURRENT LIKE A PRICELESS WINE

Y/N L/N is a singer who grew up in Y/HT. She followed her dreams and became a singer, just as she had always wished. However, little did she know that her dreams would soon be consumed by a Monegasque racer she met.

AUGUST

One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.

AUGUST / PART 2

SORRY, AMOUR

Where he teases the reader playfully (like usual) but without realising she's already had a bad day, so that sort of backfires and she almost cries and he starts to panic making it up to her

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Y/N Sainz & Charles Leclerc summer au

Y/N & Charles Leclerc relationship au

Reporter reader x Charles Leclerc au

Y/N x Charles be real au

Blocked by - Charles Leclerc twitter au

AUS23-Charles Leclerc Instagram au

It was enchanting to meet you

CARLOS SAINZ JR

STORIES

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Pregnant reader!

EASY LOVER

EASY LOVER PT 2

Come babe, let love have this evening

carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🥹

SOCIAL MEDIA Au

Carlos Sainz x Student reader! au

Biggest Fan

LANDO NORRIS

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 1

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 2

What if y/n lets him explain the whole situation.

STORIES

IN THE NIGHT

Carlos's sister y/n and his dear amigo Lando decides to break the rules one night.

FERNANDO ALONSO

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

F. ALONSO X ENGINEER READER

Since Fernando is new to this whole photo dump thing, you help him to create one which makes alonso y/n shippers go crazy!!! (More like you confirm the love that started at Aston Martin Paddock)

F. ALONSO X Y/N STROLL

What if younger sister of the famous formula 1 driver lance stroll gets into a relationship with his teammate and two times wdc fernando alonso!

DANIEL RICCIARDO

STORIES

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 1

Daniel comes across the architect of the best summers that he had before leaving his hometown to achieve his biggest dream, little does he know his whole life is gonna change in a day

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 2

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MAX VERSTAPPEN X Y/N OCON

In which Y/n Ocon, Esteban Ocon's sister and Red Bull driver Verstappen accidentally reveals their relationship

MICK SCHUMACHER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MICK SCHUMACHER X Y/N

Mick starts to date a girl, who loves to jump in muddy puddles, watches cartoons as a form of therapy, bakes different cookies each night, brings a joy to anywhere she goes including Mick's heart.

SERGIO PEREZ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PEREZ X ENGINEER READER

TOTO WOLFF

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW? / TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER

NEW TO THIS/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT2

THIRST TRAP/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT3

LEWIS HAMILTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

FINALS WEEK / STUDENT Y/N X HAMILTON

JENSON BUTTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

THIS MAN

PIERRE GASLY

SMAU

FANPAGE

#f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 masterlist #story masterlist #f1 fiction #f1 fandom #f1 au #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader

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Fernando Alonso x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Today was a day that Fernando was the most pissed. Why you may ask? This morning he woke up to find his wife doubled over in the kitchen by the stove, in pain as she had just went into labor. He was really excited to as he called his boss to have the reserve driver fill in for him as he wanted to stay home with his wife- they planned to do a home birth. Long story short, the so called reserve driver was all the way in Mexico, on vacation while the race was supposed to take place in an hour, in Jeddah as it was the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. How was he gonna break this news to his wife? No idea.

Walking back into the bedroom where his wife was currently recovering from a small contraction, Y/n held her arms out in which Fernando pulled her into a comforting hug while rubbing her back, he sighed. "Mi amor, I'm gonna have to go in for work because the reserve driver is out of reach." he spoke into her hair softly. Y/n knew that something like this would have happened, so she had already weighed her options. Due to how soft and far apart her contractions were, she knew that she'd be able to survive until at least the last few minutes of the race if not the entirety.

"Help me get dressed, please?" Y/n asked her husband who looked at her in confusion. "why do you wanna get dressed? you should be getting in the tub" Fernando asked as his wife slowly got up with his help moving towards the closet. "I'm coming with you." she said and Fernando immediately became even more angry. "No, I won't have you leave the house in this condition. If so be the case, then I just won't go to work today!" he said in frustration at the fact that he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his was who was already dressed and was sliding into her slippers. "I will be able to survive until the end of the race then we'll leave." Y/n explained as she dragged her stubborn husband out of the house and into the car.

The whole drive, Fernando complained that she should allow him to drop her off at his mother's hotel so that she would at least have someone with her incase of any emergencies, yet Y/n countered by saying that there were medical assistance on track so she would be fine in the garage. Upon arrival, Fernando did not allow his wife to walk as he lifted her out of the car, carrying her in his arms through the paddock. Paparazzi got footage of this act and it immediately spread like wildfire as fans were also capturing the moment with their devices.

Fernando made his way to the garage, setting his wife down in a cushioned chair, elevating her legs as his tea principal, Lawrence Stroll, continuously apologised for the unpreparedness. "Just so you know, immediately after the race, I'll be leaving; the fine that will be issue to my name should be paid by you!" Fernando ordered to which the man accepted.

Throughout the whole race, Y/n prayed through contraction, begging God to wait until after her husband's race was finished so that he would be able to witness the birth of their first child. With every contraction and weird feeling in her cervix, tears pooled into her eyes as she tried to find some way to make her baby stay inside of her for a little longer.

The race has finally come to an end and Fernando immediately made his way out of the car, marching with heavy steps towards the garage to retrieve his wife, when a male journalist blocked his path. "Hi Fernando, I must say you drove exceptionally well today on the track, however I would like to ask just one quick question. Earlier, you seemed to be in a hurry from being late to work while carry your wife. May I ask what's wrong?" The journalist asked, obviously not paying attention to the stone cold look that stamped itself to Fernando's face.

Taking a deep breath and refraining from pushing the man in front of him he answered "What's wrong is the fact that I had to come into work while my wife is in labor and now you're blocking my fucking way from getting her back home where my child can be safely delivered in a clean environment!!!" Fernando barked at the man who jumped out of the way, scared for his life as Fernando stomped pass him and into the Aston Martin garage. There he found his wife whimpering in pain and holding onto Lawrence hand for dear life.

Fernando shotted his boss a look before lifting his wife back through the garage to the car as he ran around to the diver's side, speeding off to his house. Quickly getting out and opening the front door, Fernando came back to lift his wife into the house. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm stretching more. It hurts" Y/n cried to her husband as he paced her into the pool in their bedroom, warm water filling it at the same time. "I know querida, you'll pull through it. Can you tell me where you you feel him?" he asked as he applied pressure to her lower back. "I feel him coming down through my canal. He's right at the opening!!" Y/n wailed as she squeezed her partner's hand while bearing down and pushing.

Fernando had been very strong throughout the process of his wife giving birth, yet the moment his son fell into his hands under the water and came up with a healthy cry, the tears started to run like a waterfall. Sobs broke out as he held his very first child to his chest, still in disbelief that he actually made a baby. Y/n's crying had calmed as she leaned into her husband's side, she said. "I guess he just wanted to scare us,he actually waited" as she brushed over his amniotic fluid covered hair. "Well, at least we know that he'll listen whenever we speak." Fernando responded making them laugh. The couple spent the rest of their evening glowing in joy as they dotted on their new addition, with Fernando being grateful for finally having the one thing he wished for.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso x oc #fernando alonso fluff

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issdisgrace · 5 days

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Do u do fics for f1 drivers ? :^

Yes I will write f1 drivers more specifically i will write for Max Verstappen, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Fernando Alonso, and Lando Norris.

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23 + Fernando Alonso (can't wait to see what you come up with!)

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the request ♥︎

Sorry this is a little late, but better late than never, right?

When I saw the song I instantly knew what I wanted to do for this one, it practically wrote itself and I really enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it too!

+ Much like the Esteban fic, this is my first Fernando fic which is super fun! I really want to write more Fernando so if anyone has any more inspiration or any ideas do drop into my ask box and say hi!

Song 23 - These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ // Nancy Sinatra

Pairing - Fernando Alonso x Reader

Word Count - 1.2k

Content Warnings - Swearing, sex references

These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

To you, rich men were boring. Each and every man who would aim to win your affections was just a carbon copy of the next, from the immaculately coiffured hair, to the gaudy watch they would flash to prove they were moneyed, and to the Maserati they had stashed away in their garage hoping it would make up for their tiny cock.

The vast majority cared about little but themselves. Their egos sat atop mountains of cryptocurrency and NFTs. Mountains that were just as fragile as the identities they held up. A slight gust of wind could send them toppling to the ground, their masculinity destroyed and their wealth worthless.

You were a hurricane, a destroyer of men. You knew exactly how to do it, and would leave a trail of destruction and male tears wherever you went. In the past, you had enjoyed watching as they fell from their pedestals, the silver spoon they were born with falling from their mouths with a clatter. But now, it was simply boring. You had lived out the same story over and over again, and you wanted something new, something exciting and different.

And you had found that something new on the day that Fernando Alonso had approached you in a bar in Monaco.

———

“If you’re looking for a sugar baby, you should know I make six figures a day, so you’d better be offering me seven. Then I might consider it.” You say, not lifting your eyes from your half-empty espresso martini on the bar.

“I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but I see you don’t need me to pay for you.” He says, and you finally look up from the counter and raise your eyebrow.

“Hm. How about you buy the first drink, and if you can prove to me that you’re worth my time, I’ll buy you one in return?” You say, and he offers you a sly smirk.

“Deal.” He says, and he flags down the bartender who immediately makes his way over to the two of you.

“I’ll have a martini. Dirty.” You say, and the bartender nods.

“Make that two.” Fernando says, and you smile to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Are you always this easily influenced by the women you meet in bars?” You ask, and he smiles.

“Only when they have good taste.” He replies.

“Correct answer.” You say, before finishing the remains of your espresso martini, setting the glass down before you.

You fish out the remaining candied coffee bean from the bottom of the glass and pop it on your tongue, before biting down with a satisfying crunch. Fernando’s eyes watch you intently as you do so, gazing at your lips with a look filled with hunger.

The bartender returns with your drinks and you give the man a small smile as Fernando taps his bank card. You notice the familiar logo of a private bank reserved only for the most affluent of society emblazoned on the top of his card and smile to yourself.

“I must say you’ve lasted longer than most men who agree to play my little game. I usually end up getting stuck with the bill when Daddy’s credit card declines.” You say, and Fernando smiles at you, raising his glass.

“I have never played a game I cannot win.” Fernando says, and you raise your glass to his, gazing into his dark brown eyes as you clink them together.

“Well I’ll drink to that.” You say, before taking a sip of your martini.

“Are there any rules to this game I should know?” Fernando asks, and you press your index finger to your lips in thought.

“There are no rules. I find life to be more fun without regulation and restriction.” You say, and Fernando nods.

“Then I can ask your name, yes?” Fernando says, and you nod.

“It’s (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n), feel free to google me when you next go to relieve yourself. You’ll find a nice little article from Forbes designating me the seventeenth most successful businesswoman in the world.” You say, and Fernando tuts.

“I don’t care about that.” He says.

“Correct answer once again. Now, may I ask your name?” You say, and Fernando smiles.

“Fernando Alonso.”

“Wow, you’re three for three so far, and I think you’re the first man to do so in my extensive experience of being approached in bars.”

“What would be the wrong answer?” He asks, and you chuckle slightly.

“The most common one is, ‘don’t you know who I am?’ Had you said that, I would have pretended I had no clue who you were and walked away.” You say, and Fernando laughs.

“So you do know who I am?” He says, and you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

“I know of you, but I don’t know you. Yet.”

“You would like to know me?”

“You intrigue me, I’ll admit. You quite clearly have a strong ego, but you aren’t intimidated by me and my equally large ego in the slightest. So you’re as secure in your identity and your sense of self as I am, and I find that to be incredibly attractive.” You say, and Fernando nods, clearly impressed by your honest assessment of him.

“Your honesty is welcome. I like it.” Fernando says, taking a final sip of his drink and placing the empty glass on the counter.

You give him a small smile and empty your glass, placing it beside his before standing from your bar stool.

“So, will you be buying me a drink now?” Fernando asks, and you chuckle at him as you store your phone away in your handbag and tuck the handle into the crook of your arm.

“I already have. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice in my hotel room. Let’s go.” You say, and Fernando smiles, clearly holding back a laugh.

“How are you so sure I would come back with you?”

“You approached me in a bar, signalling that aesthetically, at least, you were interested in me. You then proceeded to stay while I nursed my martini, made some rather cutting remarks, and played the part of the aloof millionaire. If you weren’t still interested in sleeping with me, you would have excused yourself by now, presumably under the guise of catching up with the man in the booth over there who I believe to be Nico Rosberg, and promptly made a swift exit.” You say, and Fernando laughs in disbelief.

“You are very good at this game. I think you win.” He says, and it’s your turn to chuckle.

“Oh, love, I invented this game, I always win.” You say as Fernando opens the door to the bar and allows you to step out first into the night before following you onto the street.

#fernando alonso x reader #Fernando Alonso x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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f1xmalereader · 1 year

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Paddock Love

Max Verstappen x Male Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

You had been dating Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo for a few months now, but you had kept it under wraps. The three of you were happy with the arrangement, and you didn't want the media frenzy that came with public relationships. However, it seemed like your secret was out.

As you walked through the paddock with Max and Daniel, reporters surrounded you, asking questions about your relationship. You could feel the panic rising in your chest, and you started to hyperventilate. Max and Daniel noticed your distress and quickly ushered you away from the crowd.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Max said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Just breathe, take deep breaths."

Daniel grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. "We're here for you, whatever you need."

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. The thought of being in the spotlight like this was overwhelming, and you were grateful for Max and Daniel's support.

Sebastian Vettel, your father, saw what was happening and came over to check on you. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Sebastian put a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, we've got your back."

As word spread through the paddock about your relationship, other drivers and team members came over to offer their support. Lewis Hamilton hugged you tightly, and Fernando Alonso offered to take you out for a coffee to talk things through.

Max and Daniel stayed by your side, their presence calming you down. "We don't have to talk to the media if you don't want to," Daniel said, his hand still holding yours.

"Yeah," Max agreed. "We'll do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

You smiled gratefully at them, feeling lucky to have such caring partners. As the chaos of the paddock swirled around you, you knew that you had a strong support system to get you through it.

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smoothoper44tor · 1 month

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Do you love me enough I may be weak in front of you?

Pairing: carlos sainz x alonso male! reader

Genre: slow burn! friends to lovers

Face claim: juan josé ballesta

Warning: open end, cussing, english is not my first language

master list | 2 part

“Dad, check out! Uncle Mark bought me ice cream” a short boy with coffee curls appeared in the Renault garage. He was showing off an enormous vanilla ice cream the australian had got him, been full aware his father threat him not to.

“Look Pelayo, this is Carlos” The boy smiled shyly, bringing his hand up. The curly-haired boy gave him a wide smile, showing his missing teeth.

“Hey, I’m Pelayo, but my friends call my Pela. You can call me like that if you want” His rambling was sweat at Carlos’ eyes “Are you a fan of my dad? Do you like karts? I-” The driver stopped him by putting a hand in his son back.

“Hey, buddy relax” he said, containing a laugh at Pelayo’s mouth full of ice cream “Why don’t you show Carlos around?” He asked, while looking at Carlos Sr. The man nodded at him, approvingly.

His son’s eyes were glowing as they walked around the garage, he was taking photos of everything with his canon camera.

“Pela, let’s take a photo” The kid smiled while throwing himself at his companion. Both hugged each other as the photo was taken. “So, where do you guys live?” He purred fidgeting. Pelayo’s attention was mostly in the little black camera as he watched the photos Carlos had taken, but hummed to let the other boy know he was listening.

“We lived in Oviedo, but had to move to Madrid when my parents got divorced, because of the shared custody” the olive skinned one pat him in the shoulder with his lips pressed in a comforting smile.

“You know, the good thing is I live in Madrid too” Pelayo’s expression lighted, clapping his hands exited. “You live in the center?”

“No, no. We live in Tres Cantos” he shakes his curls “But we can meet, one of us could take the train” Carlos shuttered, his father wouldn’t allow him to go all the way to tres cantos alone, but he could always ask the man to drive him. “We are gonna be the best friends, I sense it” He threw his arm around the other’s neck, giving him a friendly squish. “Oh! You are gonna love my father’s helmet collection. It’s huge!”

Carlos and Pelayo’s relationship grew as time went by. They emailed each other almost every day, meeting always they could on the weekends too.

Pelayo had this tradition of going with his father karting every Friday the man didn’t race, when he befriended with Sainz, he practically forced him into the plan, always inviting him. Fernando went from asking if he was coming to ask when were they picking him up.

“You’re so lucky” Carlos murmured as he watched with glee the hot wheels track Pelayo had built in his room.��

“I told you, you were gonna loooove it” He grinned, showing his teeth, now covered with blue brackets. “Choose a car, let’s play”

Carlos hated horror movies, why watch some creepy monsters when you could see a thrilling action movie? Pelayo, on the other hand, loved them. Lately, he got obsessed with a movie about some alien. He insisted on watching it once he convinced Carlos to come sleep at his house. It was night, and they were supposed to be sleeping, instead they were covered with a blanket watching the damn movie. Carlos kept on leaning closer, trying to cover the screen with his friend's figure. As he did so, his face brushed against Pelayo’s buzz cut. “I miss your curls” Carlos brought his hand to his shaved head, briefly laughing at it.

“I can grow it back” he said absently, eyes on the screen. Carlos smiled, letting his head rest in the other’s shoulder.

“I fucking did it, hell yeah!” He screamed, jumping from his skate and almost falling “You filmed it, tell me you filmed it” Carlos face beaming as he checked for the video.

“I filmed it” He showed the brunette proudly. They finally let themselves fall into the grass next to the Sainz’s house. Pelayo had been showing Carlos all the tricks he learned lately all the afternoon, forcing him to film it. “Hey, so Isa invited me over to her house” Carlos’ cheeks were on fire, avoiding looking at the boy next to him.

“Congrats, big men! Your first date” He cheered, playing with the Carlos thick ash-brown hair.

“Yeah, but there’s a problem” He closed his eyes strongly, finding the strength to talk. Finally looking at Pelayo, he found a pair of heavy green eyes staring back at him. His curls, large again, falling against his olive skin perfectly, bringing out his features. Shit “I- She tried to kiss me, but I pushed her. I pushed her away” ‘because I didn’t want her to kiss me’ he thought.

“What! Are you nuts?” Pelayo exclaimed shrilly.

“Man I don’t know” Sainz couldn’t bring himself to admit having a crush in his best friend of three years now, it was so recent and so embarrassing “I’ve never kissed anyone” Carlos confessed, his tan skin was redder than it has ever been.

“There’s always a first time” he joked bubbly.

“Yeah, no but-” Pelayo scanned the teenager calming, trying to figure out the reason of his sudden fluster “Could you…kiss me?” He finally let out in a rush, wobbly.

“Carlos dude what-” Almost choking, the curled haired boy brought himself up, sitting in confusion.

“No, no, just to practice. Please I-" He kept going, hoping he could erase what he just said, to not make it look so bad. “Just imagine it’s Ana” Ana was Pelayo’s thing at the moment. They weren’t dating, but Carlos saw them kissing multiple times. Weird shit.

“What? No. I know it’s you” The Sainz boy hide his face in between his hands, punishing himself in humiliation.

“You’re right, it was a bad idea” he muttered. Pelayo felt a sudden wave of sorry. It was not the big thing after all, just a kiss. He could do that for Carlos, he didn’t mind at all.

Years went by, no mention of the kiss or their flaming feelings. Keeping them a secret was less painful than the undeniable embarrassment of speaking out.

Carlos grew into a Toro Rosso Formula 1 pilot. Sounds big. Pelayo got carried away by the world of swimming instead, surprisingly turning into a very skilled swimmer.

They flew into complete opposite directions with a same lifestyle, somehow they managed to bond even more. Never been better, except for the hidden feelings. That aspect got even worse when Pelayo started hooking up with some guy. “You’re into dudes?” At that moment Carlos was sure he was about to puke.

“I guess, I like making out with him” The way he was making the whole thing look so dumb was sickening “I have eyes what- what do you want me to say? He is hot, anyone with eyes can see it”

“Yeah, sure” He gulped. Sure, he was hot, but wasn’t Carlos hot enough that he needed to face this other guy to realize?.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” He met those fucking green eyes, founding fear in them for the very first time. Pelayo cared about Carlos and his opinion, way too much.

“No!” Carlos practically screamed, how could he be uncomfortable? "No, no. I’m cool” His leg shaking as he tried to play off. So many questions gutted him all of a sudden, but bit his tongue instead.

“You don’t have to be” he was soft, giving Carlos that look he reserved only for him.

“I am”

He was not. He didn’t like that guy, and he didn’t like that girl brushing herself against his friend. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited Pelayo to the race after party.

“Dude, can you stop eye-fucking him?” Max laughed at his side, holding a red bull-vodka. The drink tasted awful, but somehow he liked it.

“What?” The music was playing loudly, he probably misheard his teammate. “What are you talking about?” His finger tapped against the desk, wishing for the conversation to die on the spot.

“C’mon” Max laughed as a weird expression was formed in his face, what an individual “I’m not judging or anything, it’s just painful to see at this point” Carlos face reddened. He looked at his sides, searching for a way out.

“Fuck off” He hissed, but the dutch managed to hear him clearly.

“You want to kiss him? Do it” Sounds easy, but it’s not “But do it before that cheek does it first” That traced his attention back to the brunette. He was so close to that girl, Carlos couldn’t help but cringe. That’s it, he had enough.

“Imma go back to the hotel” He stated. The dutch heavy accent sounded at his back as he tried calling his name: ‘Carlos dude, it was a joke’.

He made his way back to the hotel, holding back tears as he hoped to disappear. There was nothing waiting for him back at the hotel. He couldn’t sleep, he wasn’t hungry, he couldn’t even cry. But there was a big earthquake attacking his stomach, pure flashes of rage and embarrassment. How could he allow himself to end like that?

A loud knock woke him from bed, as he came closer to the bed, he recognized the deep long breathings caressing against the door.

“Hey. I’m sorry, I know it’s late” His voice sounded dreamy to Carlos, like if the situation was nothing but a dream “Ahm- you didn’t look so well early, and I wanted to check on you” Pelayo tucked one curl behind his ear restrained.

“I’m fine” he blurted. His voice, usually honeyed, came out flat, dead, matching his rough expression.

“Look, it’s cool if you don’t wanna tell me, but don’t lie to my face” Pelayo hissed, snatching the door open with his right hand.

“Pelayo it’s fine, okay?” Carlos’ devastated tone showed his clear tiredness, but Pelayo couldn’t leave it like that “I'm simply not in the mood” He elaborated, trying to push the other from his room.

“Don’t do that” he crawled at the tanned skin exhausted, trying to capture his arm “We’re not gonna ‘talk in the morning’. I know you, you’re just gonna play it off” Carlos clenched his fists.

“I’m not in the mood” he hissed once again.

“I won’t be able to sleep if we let things like this” Pelayo wasn’t lying, always they had pushed things for too long a bad climate grew in between them “Please” he begged quietly, founding Carlos fist with his hand.

“I’m sure you can get someone into your bed to help you sleep” regret hit the very moment the words came out. Pelayo’s expression faded, soon his apologetic expression turned into a grin, brushing away any sing of vulnerability.

“So that’s what this is about?” Pelayo laughed arid, crossing his toned arms in front of the unbuttoned shirt “My goddess, you’re such a brat” A simple mean comment, enough to get under Carlos’ skin. The man walked away, ready to sleep or try to “Don’t walk away from me! What the fuck is your problem” Pelayo’s calloused hands pushed him strongly, making Carlos trip on. When he turned back to face him, pure rage glowed in his eyes.

“You’re my fucking problem” He pushed the smaller boy against the door, gritting teeth “You’re my fucking problem” His voice brittle as he let the other go.

“I don’t get it” the curly-haired mumbled throaty, desperate to keep eye contact.

“Of course you don’t” He laughed, gasping painfully “Am I not good enough for you? Why-” His lips trembling at every word until he couldn’t hold his cry.

“Carlos” Tactfully, caressing the man’s face, “Carlos, hey” wiping away his tears.

“I don’t get it” He cried falling into the Alonso’s arms “What do they have that I don’t?” Crying ugly, wetting the blue perfect shirt.

“They who? Mate I-” Carlos arms lacing his waist, as he confronted the olive skin man again.

“All of them. These dudes and girls you hook up with, what do they have I don’t?”

“Carlos- why don’t we try to sleep? Let’s better talk about this in the morning” Walking away like a coward was an option, a good one. The taller man was drunk, most likely. He had seen him drinking near Verstappen, that for sure. Fighting with a drunken man was not a good idea, even worse when the drunk man is your best friend.

“No! You wanted to talk, right? Then talk” He pushed him again, no more gentle touches, but teasing angry ones.

“You don’t mean any of this mate, you will regret it in the morning” Things would have been easier that way. Carlos was a forgetful drunk, he wouldn’t remember in the morning.

“Fucking stop it with all this mate dude shit” he screamed it out, but a little touch of sadness painted his voice “You really, really need me to say it?” please, please don’t, he would just make it harder to pretend it never happened “I love you! I love you damn it”

“Please, you don’t know what you’re saying” begging, to that point they had come “You’re just making me feel worse” Pelayo’s voice came out mournful, to the verge of tears.

“Do you? Do you love me?” Breathing away the tears, Carlos big brown eyes were scanning every reaction of his. An unheard ‘please’ leaving his sore throat.

“Don’t do this to me, please”

So… 2289 words

There will probably be a second and last part.

#male reader #f1 #formula 1 #cs55 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x male reader #fernando alonso #fa14 #best friends to lovers

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