Formula 1 Grid x Reader (Platonic)
ft. chaotic Gen Z female driver!reader, lots of slang, many confused men
Word Count: 794
(this is part 1 of a multi-post fic adding up to 10k+ words!)
🧃 genre: platonic, humor, team bonding, slow build
📎 tags: gen z reader, reader is a driver, chaos, confused F1 drivers, gen z slang, lulu bag supremacy, baggy outfit energy, reader has a mouth on her, no romance, found family vibes
🎧 rec song while reading: "Cool Girl" - Tove Lo
🏎️ CHAPTER 1: “YOLO and Other Racing Strategies”
where Y/N shows up to the paddock dressed like she’s headed to a thrift store run, and the grid realizes they don’t have Google Translate for Gen Z.
"Y/N."
You don’t look up from your phone, thumbs moving way too fast for a normal human. TikTok brain had fully rotted your attention span, and you weren’t mad about it. You were chilling on a bean bag in your team’s hospitality tent — baggy cargos, massive graphic tee that said “SLAY MODE: ACTIVATED,” and your trusty black Lululemon crossbody slung across your chest like a seatbelt. Even your headphones were shaped like little cat ears.
Carlos Sainz blinks at you. “Are you listening?”
“Bro. I am listening. I’m literally absorbing your vibes through osmosis,” you reply, taking a sip of your iced matcha. “You just gotta trust the process.”
Carlos gives you the most Spanish™ look possible. "That means nothing."
“Okay boomer,” you mutter.
“…I’m literally 30.”
—
Your F1 debut was one for the books.
You were the first female full-time driver on the grid in years, a prodigy snatched out of F2 after doing one (1) illegal double overtake that made the entire internet scream. The media called you "electric." Fans called you “iconic.” Your engineers called you “a walking headache but somehow effective.”
The other drivers? Still trying to figure you out.
—
🧃 paddock fit check:
Baggy light-wash jeans that hang off your hips like you're from a 2003 Avril Lavigne music video
Huge tee that says “Hot Girl Lap Times”
Lulu bag. Always.
Headphones on. Music: Doja Cat or a random sped-up TikTok edit of a 2000s emo song
Lip gloss poppin’
Phone charged. Posts like “me n my intrusive thoughts 💅”
And your signature: three tiny silver rings and nails painted black with sparkles
—
"Y/N, please tell me you’ve done your track walk," Lando says, eyebrows drawn tight as he stares at your legs — which are definitely crisscrossed on the floor like you’re at a sleepover, not a GP.
You blink. “Oh babes, I touched grass. I just didn’t, like, study the grass. Y’know?”
“I don’t,” Lando replies honestly.
“You don’t need to memorize the turns,” you shrug. “Just manifest the apex. Visualize the drip. Slay the lap.”
Pierre chimes in from behind his phone: “I feel like I need subtitles.”
“Facts,” Logan mutters.
“Wait wait wait,” you say, standing up and adjusting your Lulu bag like it’s holding state secrets. “Are y’all telling me you don’t drive by vibes?”
They all stare at you.
Kimi Antonelli looks terrified.
—
📱Live Stream Highlight: “Y/N Explains the Grid”
user: @slaymodey/n
caption: “u ever look at a group of men and realize ur the only one with a braincell”
“You guys, I’m gonna say it. Charles is the main character, but he’s also an NPC. It’s the duality.”
Charles (off-camera): “What does that mean!?”
“Oscar is giving ✨youngest child who got ignored✨ energy. Like someone hug him.”
Oscar (somewhere behind you): “I don’t need a hug??”
“George is definitely the kind of guy who answers emails with ‘per my last message.’”
George: “Oi!”
“Max is just...a cat. Like he would knock over your water glass and then say it was your fault.”
Max, deadpan: “That’s because it was your fault.”
—
🏁 Pre-Race: Grid Walk
Martin Brundle approached you with a mic and a raised brow.
"Y/N, how’s it feel being the youngest and most unbothered person out here?"
You grin. "Martin, I’m just here so I don’t get fined."
"Right. So, how’s the car handling this weekend?"
"It’s giving… banana peel on Mario Kart. But like, we move."
Martin stares at you.
You stare back, biting your lip to hold in a laugh.
"Anyway shoutout to my fans, my iced matcha, and to the people in my DMs pretending to know about tire strategy. Love y’all."
—
🛠️ Post-Race Debrief
"Y/N," your race engineer sighs. "We really need to work on your radio comms."
“What do you mean ‘too casual’?” you reply. “I was just describing the understeer as ‘a lil bit sketchy, not gonna lie.’ That’s descriptive!”
“You also said the car felt like ‘a sad shopping cart at Target.’”
“I stand by that,” you say, crossing your arms. “It did.”
—
📩 Team Group Chat: “y/n’s 2 fast 2 slay”
Fernando: Y/N, why did you just send a pic of your helmet on a cat
Y/N: aesthetic.
Carlos: please focus
Y/N: I am focused on the ✨vibe✨
George: I’m begging you to speak English
Y/N: ok mr. per-my-last-email
Charles: I am scared but also impressed
Y/N: thanks bbg 😌
Logan: i’m deleting WhatsApp
Max: good. do it.
Yuki: wait i like the cat pic
Y/N: SEE?? yuki gets it 😤
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when someone asks me about oscar’s las vegas post quali interview: yea, i mean what can you do.
me on the inside when someone asks me about oscar’s post quali interview: all osc wanted this year was to be happy and you can hear it slipping from his voice. he knows the championship is moving out of his hands race by race. as an osc fan all i want for him is to be happy but i know that winning the wdc would make him feel better, but now he’s tied with max in points because of the vegas mishap. osc deserves the world and this interview took me out :( my heart is literally broken now
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It’s bad nights like these where I wish I had someone to hold me. Someone to pet my hair or rub my back, to tell me everything will be ok. Someone to just comfort me in any way they can. Someone to lull me to sleep with their voice so I can focus my mind on their words instead of its racing thoughts.
This is one of the worst parts of having no one; being always alone with my mind
