Samantha

F1 Drivers

Max Verstappen [MV1]

Logan Sargeant [LS2]

Daniel Ricciardo [DR3]

Lando Norris [LN4]

Pierre Gasly [PG10]

Andrea Kimi Antonelli [AA12]

Charles Leclerc [CL16]

Lance Stroll [LS18]

Alex Albon [AA23]

Liam Lawson [LL40]

Franco Colapinto [FC43]

Mick Schumacher [MS47]

George Russell [GR63]

Oscar Piastri [OP81]

Oliver Bearman [OB87]

Other Drivers

Arthur Leclerc [AL12]

Paul Aron [PA17]

Max Fewtrell

Series

Younger Sister [OB87 x Norris!Reader]

Ollie had just qualified on pole for the 2024 Jeddah race. You had just parked your car behind the P2 board next to him as you pulled yourself out of the vehicle with a smile hidden behind your helmet.

“You did it!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around him. You knew how long he’d been waiting for that pole after you got your pole position last race.

“Thank you” He smiled, his arms wrapping around your body and holding you tight. You tapped his back, allowing him to be weighed. You stood back, allowing the Hitech team to photograph you with the car. You thanked the team and watched Ollie continue his after-quali routine before completing your own.

Later that night, you and Ollie settled down in his hotel room, having just finished your training session for the night.

“Do you think we should order room service?” You asked Ollie, who picked the menu up to take a look at it

“Hmm, I don’t fancy anything. Do you want something?” He asked, and you shrugged a little, looking at the menu over his forearm to read it.

“That sounds nice” You smiled, pointing at one of the foods you constantly eat

“Obviously, you want that. I’ll order it now” He chuckled, and you smiled, sitting up a little

“While we’re waiting, I’m gonna go for a shower then” Ollie nodded

“Are you showering here or in your room?” He asked, laying vertically across the bed with his head in his hands, feet hanging off the side of the bed

“Why? You gonna steal my clothes?” You joked, and he shook his head

“No was just gonna offer you something to wear” He shrugged innocently

“Aww, sweet. I was gonna run back to my room to get a change of clothes and some clothes for tomorrow so I can leave from your room tomorrow if that’s okay?” You asked, and he nodded

“Obviously, it is.” He smiled, and you nodded

“I’ll be back soon then.”

~~~

When you walk back into Ollie’s room, his manager sits in a chair in the corner, and Ollie is on a phone call to someone on his bed. Your eyes danced around the room, mainly between Chris and Ollie. Settling your bag down next to the bathroom door

“It’s Fred”, Chris whispered, and you nodded, sitting on the bed next to Ollie, who instinctively reached out to hold your hand. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. The thing about being best friends for years was you could see the stress on his face.

When he hung up, both you and Chris looked at him expectantly. Ollie’s grip on your hand tightened, instantly worrying you even more. Why would Fred be phoning him? It can’t be anything good

“I can’t believe you only had fifty pence credit! I’m buying you a new phone,” Ollie declared to Chris, which had you rolling your eyes

“Get to the point. What was the call about!” You pushed

“Oh right, yeah. Erm Carlos had appendicitis, so he’s not been feeling or performing that great this week.” He started the actual news, which had not yet settled in his brain.

“Oh, that’s not good. I’ll buy him some flowers.” You frowned

“Yeah, he’s having surgery to remove the appendix, so he won’t be able to race this weekend.” You tilted your head a little

“So they’re calling me up for the weekend”, he finished, and you couldn’t help but smile and wrap your arms around him quickly. The force of your hug caused him to fall backwards with you on top.

“Ollie, that’s great! Well, not the situation, obviously, but you’re racing in F1,” You cheered with a smile. Ollie wrapped his arms around your waist as he sat back up. Shaking Chris’ hand as you rested your head on his shoulder with a smile

“Well, I’ll leave you two. Ollie, we can chat in the morning. Get some sleep, you two” Chris smiled, leaving the room

“Thanks for the pole position.” You chuckled

“Oh my god, you’re on pole now!” Ollie smiled, pulling you closer to his body and wrapping your legs around his waist.

No matter the different stages you were in during racing, you were both always supportive of each other. The little wins in life make you both happy for each other. Simple things like a call-up, a pole position, a sprint win, or even a contract extension were the things you enjoyed together.

“I need to tell Kimi, my dad, Charles.” He lists, and you smile, caressing his cheek

“Take a deep breath, love. Your first thing to do should be to tell your parents. Go, I know your dad’s here this weekend. I’ll text Kimi to come here, and as for Charles. I think he probably already knows love, but if you want, I’ll go bug him” You smiled, and he nodded, taking a deep breath

“Can you get Charles here? I think I’d like to see him” You nodded with a smile, moving from his lap

“On you go. See your dad. I’ll text Kimi and Charles and keep our food warm when it arrives. If it ever arrives” You rolled your eyes

“Yeah, it’s been taking a long time.” He chuckled, and you nodded

“Yeah, it has been. I’m hungry after that workout session.” Ollie pressed a kiss to your head before walking to his dad’s hotel room as you text Kimi and Charles

~~~

That night, Charles stayed for about an hour, providing some valuable information to Ollie about the track in an F1 car and the car in general as you finally enjoyed your shower.

On the other hand, Kimi had stayed all night, deciding to sleep on the couch in the room because he ‘wanted to’. You just rolled your eyes and cuddled into Ollie; your romantic relationship was something the Formula Two grid knew about, and maybe a handful of the Formula One grid knew about.

~~~

Sunday morning had come around. Ollie had qualified 11th in his first-ever Formula One race. You were ready to head off from pole position in your feature race.

You'd wanted Ollie in your garage or at least in the paddock, but the timings of his meetings for Ferrari didn't allow that; however, Lando had agreed to come along to support you in person.

With your parents unable to fly out for the race due to work commitments, having someone standing by your side was nice.

The McLaren logo was etched across your helmet, race suit and car as you turned to Lando, who handed you the black gloves

“Go out there and have fun! Charles is coming after his meeting if the race isn't over by then” he smiled, and you nodded. Despite acting as an older brother towards yourself, the McLaren driver took the time to ensure your helmet was secured correctly.

“Enjoy it!” He called as you waved, getting into your car.

And you did enjoy the race so much that you won it. Pulling yourself out of the car, you allowed yourself to get weighed before joining your team for their celebration.

Standing at the barriers were Charles and Lando. You couldn't help but smile and walk over to them, your helmet long forgotten on the floor.

Charles hugged you, wrapping one arm around your back and the other on your neck. The emotions of excitement flood through your veins as you can barely stand still long enough for his hug. Charles ruffled your hair before you moved on. Lando

“Well done, champ!” He smiled, pulling you into his hug as Charles rested his hand on your back

“Ollie watched the race during his meeting. He was going to come down but got called into another meeting. You can come back with me, though,” Charles grinned just before the officials called you away for the podium.

The relief flooded your veins as you stood on the top step, listening to your national anthem. A large smile spread across your face as you took a deep breath, letting it out.

Women could do it! Women could reach the stages they wanted to in the Formula series.

An hour later, you placed everything back into your garage, finished your briefings quickly, and followed Charles to the Ferrari garage. Your papaya race suit resting around your waist as you looked for Ollie

Bumping into him as you both rounded a corner. Ollie had a smile covering his face as his scarlet red race suit sat around his waist.

“Oh my god! Y/N, you won!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you

“I did it. I proved them wrong,” you whispered into his neck as he rubbed your back

“Yeah, you did, baby” He smiled, sneaking back into his driver's room with you still in his arms

“I've been told I can't watch the race from here, so I've got to go back to McLaren before the race”, you explained, and he nodded

“That's okay. I know you're cheering for me” He smiled, cupping your face with his hands as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips

“I'm always cheering for you, darling” you whispered, looking up at the driver

“How are you feeling? Relaxed enough?” You asked, and he shook his head

“I'm very stressed. I've got Lewis Hamilton starting in front of me. I'm driving a Ferrari. I'm creating new records just by getting in that car. I don't know” He sighed as you sat on his massage table

Ollie moved over to stand in between your legs, his hands resting around your waist, your arms resting around his neck

“Darling. You're an amazing driver. Fred thinks so as well, or you wouldn't be here, remember that. You're so good that you almost knocked a seven-time world champion out of Q2! I'll be cheering you on, Kimi will be cheering you on third most, and your dad, well, I don't think anyone here will be cheering you on more. You've made him proud by even getting in that car. Please always remember that even if you don't finish the race or you don't finish in the points, we're all still proud,” you smiled, resting your forehead against his, and he nodded, squeezing your waist.

“I love you”, He whispered, full of emotion. His eyes showed the unshed tears

“I love you too, darling” you smiled

~~~

Charles, the ever-loving grid father, eventually kicked you out of the Ferrari garage. You had walked back to the Mclaren garage with a little bit of a sulk on your face, which caused Lando to laugh as you walked through his side of the garage

“Hey, no laughing. I was kicked out from supporting Ollie” You huffed, and he laughed, pulling you into his arms

“Do you not think you should get out of that race suit, Fire?” He asked, and you shrugged a little

“I don’t want to go back to the F2 paddock, though” You replied with a pout

“Kimi, Dino and Paul will be there”, he tried, and you shook your head

“Kimi is with Merc, Dino is with Ferrari, and Paul just disappears”, You replied, still unhappy with his choice

“Why don’t you raid the team cupboard then?” He replied with a shrug as you smirked

“Will you join me? I don’t want to get in trouble, and you're the golden boy, after all,” You tried, and he nodded with a laugh

“Come on then, Fire.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you to the team's store cupboard, where they hid the extra uniforms. You didn’t realise how much you hated being in the F2 paddock without Ollie. It was lonely.

Lando opened the store cupboard before looking about and pushing you in with a force you weren’t expecting. You lost your footing, landing against one of the shelves as Lando stood outside laughing

“Hey, I’m having a bad day over here. You’re meant to be making it better! Not worse!” You exclaimed, and he laughed

“Just pick your uniforms, then you can have a better day”, he shrugged. You did as you were told, picking out the papaya top in your size before picking out your trousers. You turned to Lando with a triumphant smile

“Shoes?” He asked with a frown as you kicked up a leg so he could see your feet where you were wearing a pair of team-branded trainers.

“I got told off for walking about in my racing boots and making them dirty. Marcus forced me to change shoes” You smiled.

“Right, Marcus” He rolled his eyes

“Hey! What’s wrong with my engineer?” You asked, following behind him more in a sprint due to his long strides.

“New question!” He exclaimed as you caught up to him

“What's right with your engineer?” He asked, and you shrugged a little, tilting your head

“Yeah, he is a little creepy”, you muttered, and he nodded, turning a corner

“However, he's good at his job” You smiled, and Lando raised an eyebrow

“Sometimes”, you muttered, and he nodded, opening his driver's room door and allowing you to walk in

“Why's he still your engineer?” he asked, shutting the door behind himself

“It's in my contract that I need to have the same engineer until the end of my contract, or they can terminate my contract early, and well Mclaren pays for me to race”, You replied as his eyes widened in shock

“It's in your contract? Who the fuck is your manager?” He asked

“Well, when I signed, it was me” You shrugged, motioning for him to turn around, which he did, allowing you to get changed

“Who's your manager now, then?” He asked, facing the wall.

“I don't think I should disclose that” you shrugged

“Now you've got to disclose it!” Lando exclaimed

“Nico”, you shrugged, allowing him to turn around with his eyes widened yet again

“Hulk? Rosberg?” He asked

“Oh yeah, full-time Formula 1 driver and full-time father Nico Hulkenberg”, You joked, fixing your shoes, and Lando looked at the time

“Shit! This isn't over,” He said. getting up before running out of the room, leaving you to laugh. Lando Norris is chronically both online and offline all at once.

You were sure that this topic of conversation had come up before, especially about your manager, but that man always seemed to be bouncing around the room when you spoke.

“Well done, Y/N”, Oscar smiled, stopping at the door of Landos drivers room

“Thank you. Did you know Rosberg was my manager?” you asked him, and he nodded

“That's common knowledge, is it not?” He frowned

“Well, I thought so, but your teammate didn't know”, you replied, and he laughed

“Landos is oblivious sometimes. I'll see you soon” He smiled, and you nodded

“Good luck, Oscar”, you smiled, and he waved, walking through the garage.

~~~

After all the cars were on the grid, you walked to the garage, removing your headphones from the wall to protect your ears.

Having left everything in Lando's messy driver's room, you smiled as the cameras turned to you, showing you on the large screen.

Andrea Stella walked by, squeezing your shoulder as he passed, to which you smiled at him

“Well done on the win!” He exclaimed

“Thank you, Andrea” You smiled. Sitting down on one of the fold-down seats, Andrea walked down to the pit wall.

Watching the race was terrifying, to say the least. Whenever you spotted the camera on yourself, you did your bare minimum and put on a brave face.

When the camera turned to David, you understood him. Watching his son drive at over a hundred miles per hour was terrifying from the outside. Driving next to him was a lot easier.

You were almost thankful when the race was over. Smiling at the reserve driver's points as other drivers waved while passing him. It was safe to say you were more than proud.

Sneaking out of the McLaren garage was the easiest part of your little plan. Getting into the media pen was the hardest.

Standing outside the media tent getting funny looks from the security who had allowed you in earlier annoyed you more than it should have; you just wanted to see your boyfriend

“Y/N, good race today!” Carlos exclaimed as he passed, which excited yet another sigh from your lungs.

Lando was walking over, meaning you had good hope he'd get you inside. As he walked past, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you along. It had you stumbling until security stepped in his way

“She isn't allowed in. Formula One personnel only” He pointed to a sign

“My throat is killing me. I've been warned not to speak. This is my speaker for me,” He lied, to which the security let out a sigh and stepped away, allowing Lando to pull you through the tent

“That's the worst excuse I've ever heard”, you giggled, to which he shrugged

“It worked, didn't it? You owe me now, though” He pointed a finger, to which you smiled

“I'll bake brownies,” Lando nodded in agreement before walking off. Your eyes scanned the tent.

Damn, why there are so many Ferrari personnel here? Why's Carlos in here? He didn't even race. You wondered while watching Carlos do his interview. Wait, didn't he just say hello?

You were too caught up in your thoughts to realise that the newest point scorer was standing behind you until his arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to jump away from him turning around to see who it was

“Hey, it’s just me” He chuckled as you let out a breath of relief

“No sneaking up on me!” You exclaimed. Ollie laughed, wrapping his arms around you again with a smile

“My neck hurts so much already”, He whispered into the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around him

“A nice ice bath will help with that” You smiled as he pulled back with an unamused face

“How did you even get in here?” He asked pulling away from your neck

“Lando obviously. I had to see you before you were stolen by Ferrari” you huffed as Ollie laughed a little

“I've got to go do another interview. I'll meet you in your hotel room?” He asked and you nodded.

“I'll see you there. Love you” you smiled up at the driver

“Love you too” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your head before walking over to his press officer for the weekend.

You’d always been into crafts from painting to crocheting to photography. Any kind of crafts had drawn you in. When you met Paul you were going through your drawing and painting phase again. 

You’d wanted to draw Paul of course you did but you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, you subtly included things about Paul in your art. From using only his colours to hiding his number in them as well. You thought he had noticed until one night when you were sitting on the couch sketching your little pup.

Paul was silent for a while almost as if someone had stolen his golden retriever energy and now he was sitting with a little pout on his face watching the TV. You were so engrossed in your sketch of your pup that you didn’t notice.

“Alright” He huffed pausing the TV causing you to look over at him 

“You okay baby?” You asked tilting your head a little to look at him. Paul let out a breath turning his body to look at you a little more as he fiddled with his fingers. You’d never seen him look so nervous. Not when he was racing at such high speeds or when he was doing something else that could be classified as dangerously stupid

“What’s wrong?” You questioned with a frown moving one of your hands to hold his own 

“You know that I love your art don’t you?” He started to which you nodded 

“Of course I do. You get so excited with every piece I finish or start to be honest” You replied to which he nodded looking down at your hands 

“I erm. I guess you could say I’m a little jealous of our pup” You frowned moving closer to him 

“You want a little more affection? You know I’m always up for a cuddle or sex or literally anything to do with touch” You hummed wrapping your arms around his torso. Paul nodded with a smile 

“I know you’re always up for affection however that’s not exactly what I meant. You’re always drawing our pup or flowers or actually anything really cute and you make it look even cuter because you’re drawing it” He explained and you smiled 

“Baby? Would you like me to draw you?” You asked and he nodded shyly lifting his head to look at you “I never asked because I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. I wanted to give you that little bit of space away from those kinds of things” You explained and he squeezed your hand 

“I’d always love to be your muse even if it includes more photography or drawing but because it’s from you I think I can handle it” He smiled 

“You know all my drawings and paintings have a little bit of you hidden in them” You smiled and he frowned sitting up slightly as you grabbed your notebook 

“Yeah?” He asked and you nodded flipping through the sketchbook. Pointing out each of his team colours throughout his career, his number hidden within drawings or drawings based around his number 

“I can’t believe I never noticed these” He frowned and you smiled 

“I thought you had noticed them. It was my way of having you as my muse without wanting you to feel uncomfortable” You clarified and he smiled 

“Armastus (Love) I love them even more now!” He exclaimed taking your sketchbook and placing it on the table to turn you around so that you were underneath him. His hands were on either side of your head as he leaned down and pressed kisses to your lips. You hummed into the kisses chasing his lips once he pulled away. 

“Please never be scared to ask to be my muse again” You hummed and he nodded with a smile 

“I think your first picture of me should be me shirtless” He joked with a laugh and you smiled placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him up as you sat up. Paul leaned down pressing his lips to your own again. 

“Hey wait a moment I was enjoying this” He whined a little with a pout and you chuckled 

“But you’ve inspired me” You pouted and he shrugged getting up and picking you up 

“You’ve got plenty of shirtless pictures of me. You’ve got a whole album! You can use one of them!” He exclaimed walking to the bedroom. 

When Paul finally fell asleep you snuck out of bed and walked towards the spare bedroom that you’d turned into a little art studio considering no one ever stayed with you both and there was no need for it to be another bedroom. 

Plugging your phone into your charger and setting it up on the tripod before opening up a new canvas and ensuring it is prepared for your drawing. You took your favourite picture of Paul – He was standing on the edge of a boat on a day trip looking away from you – and set it up so that you were able to copy it onto your canvas. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting on your stool drawing Paul before moving on to painting him. 

“Armastus” Paul whispered groggily his voice horse from sleep as he walked over wrapping his arms around your waist his head resting between your jaw and shoulder. A hand moved to rest on his head running your fingers through his hair. “Come back to bed. Please” He whispered and you nodded setting everything back to where it lived 

“Come on then baby. Let’s get you some sleep” You smiled and he nodded standing back up to allow you to get up and walk back to the bedroom with him. You cuddled into him his head resting between your shoulder and jaw. His arms wrapped around your torso as you played with his hair. 

From that day on most of your art became Paul. Whether it was pictures of Paul or drawings of his car. Anything to do with Paul you drew and he loved it. Posing more often so you could take pictures and in the end draw them. 

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