The fact that I need to spend time deliberately blocking any tags that are dedicated to spreading hatred towards any drivers is fucking insane. You all need to grow the fuck up.
This is a sport, these men are literally there to drive their cars and compete for a championship, be that the WDC or the Constructors.
I promise you that Lando Norris doesn't care that you claim to love him so much that you would post truly awful things about Oscar, the same goes for the things some of you 'fans' are posting about Liam Lawson in some alleged defence of Daniel. Or any of the drivers for that matter.
If you don't like a particular driver, that's fine, no one is expecting you to. But some of the stuff I see on this app is actually disgusting and the rest of us normal fans that are here to appreciate this sport for what it is (A COMPETITION) don't see you as fans, you're just seen as sad people who can't regulate their opinions and emotions enough to be a fan of something without justifying your love for one driver without perpetuating hatred towards another.
These men are not put on this earth to serve as punching bags for people who can't keep their nasty comments to themselves.
Get a life and stop dedicating your time trying to cyberbully grown men who don't even know you exist because the rest of us who are trying to go about our days as respectful fans of this sport and its drivers who have all worked hard all their lives to reach this point in their careers are the ones who have to deal with your nonsense.
Quit embarrassing yourselves.
That response proves my point that all you are intending to do is try and cause harm to people.
You think so lowly of people that you are spending your time creating an entire tumblr account to create a rage bait post to argue with strangers on the internet that are trying to mind their own business.
Nobody in the F1 fandom or any other for that matter have any reason to feel ashamed for the media and stories that they create or consume.
However you are clearly intent on trying to make them feel that way. It's sick.
I still don’t understand why people waste time writing fan fiction, especially about real people—like footballers—with absurd, unrealistic scenarios. For example, I stumbled upon a ridiculous story about an F1 driver and a plus-sized girl. Let’s be honest: it’s not about whether plus-sized women deserve love; it’s about facing reality. How likely is it that a rich, young, handsome celebrity, who could have any woman he wants, would date someone who doesn’t meet conventional beauty standards?
This isn’t some fairytale about being “not like other girls.” It’s about the carefully crafted image these men project—flawless, desirable, and unattainable. Instead of pouring your time and energy into these fantasies, maybe focus on yourself. Waiting to be “chosen” by a man, especially one as untouchable as an athlete, is a delusion.
These men don’t date everyday women for love. They date models, influencers, or celebrities because it’s mutually beneficial. Their relationships are often calculated business moves designed to boost their image and line their pockets with more endorsements. In a world where money equals power, dating someone who doesn’t fit that aesthetic offers no advantage.
And where does that leave you? As nothing more than a pawn, stripped of autonomy, your life reduced to the strings someone else pulls for their PR game. Stop dreaming about these unattainable scenarios and start working on yourself. The real world doesn’t care about your fantasies, and neither do they.
We did it guys
Brb chewing concrete
Fucking pardon me???
My requests are staying open for any type of F1 X Reader stories because this has been absolute nonsense
I still don’t understand why people waste time writing fan fiction, especially about real people—like footballers—with absurd, unrealistic scenarios. For example, I stumbled upon a ridiculous story about an F1 driver and a plus-sized girl. Let’s be honest: it’s not about whether plus-sized women deserve love; it’s about facing reality. How likely is it that a rich, young, handsome celebrity, who could have any woman he wants, would date someone who doesn’t meet conventional beauty standards?
This isn’t some fairytale about being “not like other girls.” It’s about the carefully crafted image these men project—flawless, desirable, and unattainable. Instead of pouring your time and energy into these fantasies, maybe focus on yourself. Waiting to be “chosen” by a man, especially one as untouchable as an athlete, is a delusion.
These men don’t date everyday women for love. They date models, influencers, or celebrities because it’s mutually beneficial. Their relationships are often calculated business moves designed to boost their image and line their pockets with more endorsements. In a world where money equals power, dating someone who doesn’t fit that aesthetic offers no advantage.
And where does that leave you? As nothing more than a pawn, stripped of autonomy, your life reduced to the strings someone else pulls for their PR game. Stop dreaming about these unattainable scenarios and start working on yourself. The real world doesn’t care about your fantasies, and neither do they.
I’m laughing way too hard at this.
Credits: napqueenn1 on Instagram
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F1 Grid X Reader
The grid reacts to a love song you wrote about them.
Part One
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Pierre Gasly
- Lover - Taylor Swift
The winter break in the F1 yearly calendar was possibly your favourite time of year, any time that you didn't have to miss your boyfriend for days at a time was time you cherished. During the season it was common for you and Pierre to pass each other like ships on the ocean. His early morning starts meant that you were waking up just as he left for the gym and with your days being spent in the studio you wouldn't arrive back to your shared home until long after he had eaten dinner, walked Simba and spent some time on the simulator to prep for that weekends upcoming race.
But winter break meant a few different things, the first being just over two months of freedom between the end of one season in Abu Dhabi and the beginning of testing before Bahrain kicked off the next. The second being that you and Pierre would spend a week visiting both of your families to spend some time with them before the two of you holed yourselves up in Strasbourg for the Christmas period, your apartment there playing host to the most wonderful time of year until New Years called you both down to Monaco for the annual celebration with your friends.
But tonight was more important than thoughts of the upcoming season, Christmas Eve was here and after you both got back from touring the Christmas market with Simba, the front door was locked and the curtains mostly drawn, the fireplace lit and the croon of old records on your player sealed you all inside your apartment for the night, wrapping you up in your own little snow globe. It was a picture perfect scene, you on the couch with Simba curled up in your lap, Pierre grabbing the wine and pasta that you were eating for dinner, with Miracle on 34th Street playing on the TV, snow falling past the window.
Every Christmas followed this routine since you and Pierre first celebrated the holiday together as a couple, and you couldn't picture a better way to spend it.
But of all of the traditions you followed there was one that seemed the most special, as a child Christmas gifts were locked away never to be opened until the morning, but being adults who made their own rules, you two always sat under the tree on the evening of the 24th and opened your gifts for each other. This year you could feel yourself on the edge of your seat because of the wrapped record that sat at the bottom of his pile, a surprise that you had been working on for about a month.
"qu'est-ce que c'est?" his goofy smile made you giggle as he got to the last gift in his little stack, a stack which had also contained a new watch, a silly t shirt with a photo of him and Charles when they were kids in their little karting suits (a matching one sat in a gift bag with the Monegasque's name on it) and a Cartier chain that now sat in its rightful place on his neck. The flat square was wrapped immaculately in the same gold and silver paper as his other gifts but once the paper was ripped off Pierre was met with a simple brown cardboard record sleeve, completely blank besides a polaroid that had been glued to the front, it was from your first Christmas together, taken in that very apartment when it was empty bar the Christmas tree and sofa you were currently sat on. One word decorated the bottom border of the photograph "Lover" written in your familiar handwriting.
Your own smile only grew when he immediately abandoned all his other gifts to swap out the current song for his mystery gift. Smooth guitars filled the room as he pulled you up to dance with him, your own voice echoing through the room as you settled into a slow sway.
Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover
The songs end was met with the muffled crackle of the needle but you couldn't pull your eyes away from his. without breaking away from your gaze Pierre pulled a small box from his pocket and knelt on the spot. Love and admiration never leaving his eyes.
Your Lover, Forever.
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Charles Leclerc
- Feels like This - Maisie Peters
There were a select few honours that you had managed to have in your life this far, the first being the music you were able to give to the world. Since you were old enough to babble you held a tune and the passion you had for music translated to the songs you wrote and shared with the world as your career.
The second being the honour you had to be the long time girlfriend of the most amazing man you had ever known. Charles met you when you were traveling in Italy a few years ago as a well deserved treat to yourself after finishing university. A coffee shop in Maranello played host to your meet cute where you sat in a cosy corner next to the most beautiful piano, when the owner saw you eyeing the instrument she insisted that you play something, and among the crowd of café patrons stood a transfixed Charles Leclerc. He was still in his first year of racing with Ferrari at the time, and once you finished playing a song that you had written the patrons applauded while he worked up the courage to ask you for your name, and eventually your number. The relationship that followed was nothing short of a fairy tale and as his career in formula one grew so did yours in music, both of you growing into notorious and respected individuals in your respective fields.
All this to say that your third and most recent honour came in the form of a request 6 months ago. It was inevitable that Charles brother Lorenzo would eventually propose to his long time love Charlotte but when the day finally came it was magical. This exciting chapter in their lives came with a very special request from the future groom himself, as he pulled you to the side at the family dinner held to celebrate the upcoming nuptials and explained that he wanted to surprise Charlotte with a song for their first dance as husband and wife, and he wanted you (renowned artist and his brother's girlfriend) to write and perform it.
Which led you to tonight, mere hours before the wedding, where you were sat at the piano in the ballroom of the beautiful historic mansion in the Italian countryside that would play host to the reception the following day. You were so engrossed in your secret rehearsal that the footsteps of your love went unheard until you felt him sit with you, the both of you sharing the piano stool. Charles made a successful distraction as your fingers left the keys and you turned to look at him, joy dancing in his eyes as he took you in, sat in your happy place.
"So this is what you have been working on? It sounds beautiful."
Charles was just as much in the dark about your song as the rest of the family, the only one who had heard the song being Lorenzo when you sent a voice note to him three weeks ago for final approval, the phone call you received minutes later held his glowing admiration and you could almost swear his voice was heavy with emotion as he thanked you what must have been a hundred times, citing the songs perfection.
"Enzo asked me to write it, its his gift to Charlotte for tomorrow, their first dance."
You fiddled with the keys absentmindedly before launching into the full song, this time with the vocals which echoed through the empty room, the world coming to a standstill as Charles watched you with eyes full of love.
Who cares about star signs? I'm hardwired to be with you You're like a sunrise and I'm scared that I'll never get enough of you Nobody called it a starfall Come out the blue I'm all butterflies I'm sky-high for you When it feels like this, like a light came on And you look at me like I'm all you want I got everything at my fingertips How can I resist when it feels like this?
The final notes echoed through the room as you met Charles' gaze for his approval, you were met with his hazel gaze staring into your soul.
"How do you do it?" He whispers in awe.
"I write them about you."
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Carlos Sainz
- A Thousand Years - Christina Perri
You and Carlos never fought, in the three years that you have been lucky to love him it had never happened.
You were convinced that you were soulmates, twin flames that slotted together like puzzle pieces, your personalities fit in a way that you had never seen before, not in the love your own parents shared, not in the movies you grew up watching or the books you read, not even in the love you saw everyday between strangers on the streets that you would never meet again. Since the day you met Carlos Sainz you were convinced that he was the answer to the wishes that the little girl inside you once made on stars looking to find a handsome prince to love her forever.
Couples fight, it was normal, healthy even. The words bounced around your head, hitting the walls of your empty home in a never ending loop. Couples fight, but you never did.
Which is why you were so frazzled, why you sat in a trance in your living room, alone in your big empty house while your fiancé was on the other side of the world. Because you and Carlos never fought, until you did.
The argument became insignificant the second it ended, you couldn't even remember what it was about or what had started it in the first place, but it was enough to leave you in tears as Carlos picked up his keys and left two days before he was set to leave for Singapore. Your phone lay on the table in front of you, screen dark and notification bar empty. He had yet to reach out, no calls or texts since he walked out the day before, but neither had you. You didn't know what to say, and it wasn't for lack of trying, but every time your finger hovered over his contact you froze, what if he didn't want to speak to you? The Singapore Grand Prix was a difficult race in its essence, it was held at night in blistering heat and it was dangerous if the driver couldn't command their full focus, so the idea of distracting him before he raced left a pit in your stomach.
You were brought out of your thoughts when your phone finally lit up, the screen coming to life with a feint buzz, heart leaping into your throat you scrambled to open it, hoping for a message from him, but it was instead from Lando, one of Carlos' closest friends on the grid. His message was simple, a brief 'saw this on twitter' followed by a video.
Opening the attachment you were met with an edit, clearly made by a fan, of moments that the media and other fans had caught in your relationship. Clips and photos from the last three years of you and Carlos strung together in a video that captured the story of you both, from early days to the many races that you were in attendance for, snippets from interviews where the other was mentioned to the photo that had announced your engagement to the world. Every public moment of your love captured in a two minute video that had you smiling and filled with warmth.
The song took three days from start to finish, your extensive training in as many instruments as you could get your hands on let you compose the piece in record time, and the final product sat nestled in your phone as you boarded the flight to Singapore, the sixteen hour flight let you catch up on the sleep you had lost and when you landed on Sunday evening you were an hour away from the start of the race, you wouldn't make it to the track before Carlos was in the car but the audio file was sent as you settled into a taxi.
When you reached the paddock the race was well underway and a staff member from Ferrari waited at the gates with your pass. There were 10 laps to go when you finally made it to the garage, Alexandra waving you over as you both watched your boys in the final stint of the race, when the checker flag waved to signal the end of the race you accompanied the rest of the crew out to the parc ferme barriers, Max, George and Lando settled into their podium spaces and between them you could see him.
Your eyes met, and the world stopped.
As he jogged over the crew around you began their congratulations for his P4 finish, but your eyes never left his, not until he reached you and his lips crashed onto your own. The frozen world around you began to speed up, lights brighter and sounds louder as you poured you entire being into the kiss.
"mi para siempre" were the words that he mumbled, breaking the kiss with your foreheads pressed together like if you were to separate the world would end.
Couples fight, you and Carlos fought, once, and never again.
And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more
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Daniel Riccardo
- Enchanted - Taylor Swift
It was official, you had finally lost your mind.
"I hope you guys are enjoying the show tonight" you spoke into the mic as the stadium crowd cried out in deafening screams, your usual tour costume had been swapped out for the most gorgeous purple gown of your dreams, this entire section of the show was brand new to debut tonight and close out your Sydney show. A new song that had never been heard by the crowd, or by the man who stood with your friends and family in the VIP tent.
You and Daniel had been friends for as long as either of you could remember. Attached by the hip all your lives you were best friends, well, you were his best friend, you were madly in love with him, which was inconvenient.
As the crowd died down you continued "It's so special to be back in Australia, this has been a pretty epic welcome back to my home so thank you all for coming out tonight." You could feel the love pouring back at you from the crowd, which was giving you courage to do what you were about to do, if this whole thing blew up in your face like fireworks then at least you knew that they would have a new song.
"So I have this song, its a new song that I wrote for my next album but I think that tonight is the perfect night to sing it to you all for the first time." Your eyes bounced between the floor and the section of seats to the left of the stage, where you knew Daniel was watching.
Yep, you had finally gone insane.
"This song was written with someone really special to me in mind, He is someone I have known all my life, and he just so happens to be the person I love most in the world, so I hope you enjoy."
The band played the intro to the song, guitars ringing through the venue which riled the crowd up once again into cheers, there was no going back now.
There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you
Thousands of lights began to erupt around the stadium, looking like the fireflies that you and Danny used to chase in the summer. This song contained your entire being, all of your feelings, memories, and dreams condensed into six minutes. Years of neighbouring desks in school, sneaking out to watch the stars, lounging on the sofa in his garage while he fiddled with his kart. It spanned all the cities that you followed him to, watching him race, every victory and every loss, different formula categories and varying teams over the years as he made a name for himself. All the years of talent shows and sleepless nights on porches with your guitar and your notebook, to the sold out shows that led you to tonight. Every single moment shared with him.
This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you
The consequences of your extremely public declaration of your feelings were glaringly obvious, it could all go horribly wrong. You knew that Daniel wouldn't exit your life if he didn't feel the same, but no matter the outcome, either he returned your feelings or you just publicly humiliated yourself on stage and you weren't entirely sure that you could live with the rejection that you would face if he didn't love you the way you wanted to be loved by him.
Daniel Riccardo held a tight grasp on your heart and he had the power to shatter it into a million pieces.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you
Your voice rang out to a final deafening cheer from the crowd as the lights went dark. The show was over, and now you had to face the music.
As the venue began to empty you paced the length of the backstage area, Daniel always met you back stage after a show if he was in attendance, and as the minutes ticked by and the tulle of your dress brushed the floor with every step dread started to seep into you.
Maybe you made a mistake.
Before you could wish for the earth to swallow you whole pounding footsteps came to a sudden halt behind you. When you turned to see him he looked out of breath, like he ran to get there. His expression was unreadable and a final strike of dread sent a shiver down your spine.
This was a mistake.
Before you could say anything, before you could fumble for the words to explain yourself, make up any excuse to save your friendship from the catastrophic end that your mind was envisioning he marched up to meet you.
The kiss was unexpected, you would have thought you were dreaming but even in your dreams, Daniel never kissed you like that. It lasted what felt like forever and as you both eventually came up for air the unreadable look in his eyes suddenly became glaringly clear.
"I'm not in love with anyone but you."
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Part two as promised, This one was a lot of fun to write so I hope you enjoy.
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I'm like 90% sure that person you were arguing with has made a new account, I won’t @ bc screw giving them attention but I thought of you and thought you might get a laugh at the fact they're still screaming at the void
Go forth and keep being a lil fanfic freak <3
i just read jackie and wilson and i’m so😭🤲🥰 it was so CUTE !!!! and as a certified hozier lover, the fact that it was jackie and wilson made it even better <3
AHH THANK YOU 🥹
I was so worried I almost rewrote the damn thing like 3 times so I'm glad everyone is enjoying it.