Tired/Sick Reader Fics

Tired/Sick reader fics

I have noticed a lot of people have a liking towards sleepy/tired!reader and sick!reader fics specifically. I get messages asking for links to them all the time. So I figure I'll put them all in one spot for you guys and that way they're all in one place to find easily :D

Lando Norris

Drunk Girls Do Cry - not sick but hungover, Lando takes care of her

Rest. Sleep. Hydrate. Repeat. - sick!reader

Can I Get a Kiss? - fluff with some sleepy reader at the end

Taking Care Of You - anaemic!reader

Naps > Everything Else - sleepy!reader

It Was Your Stupid Idea - injured!reader

Ew You're Gross - sick!reader

Sleeping Habits - sleepy!reader

I'll Crawl Home To Her - sick!reader

Where You Lay Your Head - sleepy!reader

Panic Stations - morning sickness with pregnant!reader

Charles Leclerc

Any Time Of Day - sleepy!reader

Dangerous Conditions - driver!reader unwell after Qatar race

Max Verstappen

Rescue & Recovery (mouse series) - sick!reader

Sleep Calls (mouse series) - jet-lagged!reader

Oscar Piastri

Little Snores - sleepy!reader

Lewis Hamilton

44 Winks - sleepy!reader

F1 Grid

Races Shouldn't End Like That - driver!reader after Qatar race

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Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: The three of you raised a child together, and for two years you guys kept it a secret, but after thinking it through, you guys decided that it was finally time to show your daughter to the world.

Genre: Fluff, throuple, pregnancy, overall adorable

words: 890

TW: just some sweet rotting fluff, some grammatical error, not proofread, google translated french cause i can't speak french, sorry if i wrote it wrong.

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After finding out that the three of you were pregnant, both Charles and Alex were over the moon—excited to meet their unborn baby. The baby hasn't even come out yet, but she/he has already been loved by all three of the parents.

Time had gone by easily; the once small bump in your tummy was now growing like crazy, it was like the size of a watermelon. Your back hurts like hell whenever you stand up but lucky for you, you had the most thoughtful girlfriend ever; always helping you up when you need to. Of course charles was also helpful but he was away most of the time leaving you and alex at home-- you didn't mind though, it was his passion and he loves it plus that's what keeps food at the table so yeah.

And just like that, nine months have passed; it felt like you were just pregnant yesterday and are now ready to give birth to the growing baby in your belly.

For nine whole months, both of them were supportive and caring throughout the whole pregnancy, always being there and staying by your side whenever you needed them.

...

"Are you sure you're ready, mon amour?" Charles asked, softly caressing the roof of your daughters hair.

"I am 100% sure, cha. I am ready to show Béatrice to the world, I think we kept her a secret for a long time now."

"We agree with you, mon cœur, but we just want you to be certain. We can still hide her from the rest and live this perfect little life of ours, just the four of us," Alex said with a worried tone. 

She grabbed your hand and intertwined it with hers, slowly brining it up her lips and softly kissing the top of your hand. "Nous nous inquiétons juste (we just worry). 

You softened at her touch and smiled. "I know you guys are worried, but I just want to show the world the love of my life and that I am living my best life with the two most important people in the world."

Charles and Alex looked at you with awe. They too want to show others the perfect life you guys have; they just worry that some people won't agree with what the three of you have. But they love that you're always optimistic about things, seeing the bright side of even the worst situations.

...

The very next day, you guys decided to watch one of Charles's races, of course, bringing Béatrice along with you.

Charles was already in the paddock, doing practice laps, leaving you, Alex, and your daughter to get ready.

"Are you ready to go, ma belle?" Alex asked, peeking her head in the door frame.

"One sec, love, I am just tying her shoelaces," you replied, tying the knots of her shoes and styling them up like a little bow.

"And....done!" Alex smiled at your adorableness and walked towards to where you and béatrice sat.

Alex was now standing beside you, helping you to carefully stand up. "You look so gorgeous, mon amour," she said, resting her hands on both your waists and slowly leaning closer to give you a kiss. 

You leaned in to the kiss, your hands travelling to rest on her shoulder.

"Maman, ouf (ew)," béatrice said, making you guys break the kiss and look at your daughter. Her tiny nose scrunched up to a frown. She was trying to look disgusted, but with her chubby cheeks, it was hard to tell; she looked like a bunny trying to twitch her nose. Alex only giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Tu es juste jaloux (you're just jealous)." "No!" your daughter argued, standing up and lightly smacking Alex's leg. Alex then picked her up and tickling her side making béatrice giggle out loud.

Y/n smiled contentedly, her heart feeling so full of love--there's nothing more heartwarming than the sight in front of her. 

"Ok break it up you two, we have to go now"

Alex smiled and put their daughter down. "Yes, ma'am!."

...

The three of you walked hand in hand in the paddock, earning a few quite shocked faces and jaws dropping from the sudden pressence of your guys's daughter. 

Charles spotted you guys and excused himself from the interviewer. He then quickly made his way to you guys.

"Ma vie, you made it" He said cheerfully; he smiled from ear to ear and just couldn't keep it on how happy he was that you guys were there. 

"We didn't want to miss it, béatrice Je voulais soutenir son père (wanted to support her daddy)" you said, caressing his broad shoulder.

Charles couldn't contain his excitement and kissed the two of you on the cheek. 

...

Throughout the day, you guys were bombarded with questions to which you politely replied. 

All the cameras were pointed directly at your daughter; there were people who were supportive, and there were just some who weren't, and it was alright with you guys. The only thing that mattered was that your baby was the life of the paddock; everyone turned their heads whenever she passed by, earning a few aws and coos from around the pit.

"I am glad we did this," you said, intertwining Alex's hands with yours. 

"Me too," she answered, resting her head on your shoulders.

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Mon monde💗💋

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Short fluff, idk hope this is good also😭😭, thanks for the love that you guys showed on my last post!! Really boosted my confidence in writing!!💋💋

— only way.

summary: You decided to see what would happen if you pulled Jenson, your boyfriend, by the belt.

keywords: fluff?, kind of sexual, Jenson Button is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Jenson Button.

warnings: a bit sexual.

a/n: speechless Jenson might be my favorite Jenson.

word count: 242.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Jenson usually always had what to say. He was quick-witted, and leaving him speechless was something that rarely happened.

However, when you pulled him by the belt and torturously grazed her lips against his, barely touching it, his mouth formed a small circle, and there he stood, pathetically trying to organize his thoughts and say something about it.

He tried to mumble something. A compliment, a bad word, anything. But nothing came out.

So he just smashed his lips against yours, hungrily, holding your waist, feeling every inch of your body against his fingertips. He pulled you closer and closer, pressing his body against yours and getting overwhelmed with the desire you awakened in him when he felt you smile in the kiss.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He mumbled, his words being muffled by your lips, which he refused to part away from.

The belt you pulled was soon on the floor, and his hands traveled around your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it was pathetic how much he still tried.

He pulled the zipper from your dress down and watched the fabric sliding down your body, muttering swears under his breath. He would never get used to how beautifully sculpted your body was.

“Should I stop, then?” You breathed out. “I wouldn’t want to kill you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trailing kisses around your neck. “It’s the only way I would want to go.”

my queen | jenson button x fem! reader

summary; people still find it shocking that jenson’s wife was former beauty queen

fc; adriana lima

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! jenson 😩😩🥴

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, logansargeant, and others !

jensonbutton: my queen ❤️

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: jenseeeee🥹

yourusername: i love you🩷

jensonbutton: i love you❤️

jensonbutton: and YES i was in fact able to pull her, thank you very much.

username: IJBOLLL HE SAW THE TWEETS😭😭

username: be careful who u call oomf…. they MIGHT just be jenson!

username: she’s so😍😍

username: I LOVE THEM!!!

logansargeant: mama y papa

yourusername: our honorary son🤍

oscarpiastri: ☹️

yourusername: you too!

alex_albon: 😞

yourusername: you three!

jensonbutton: wait how many sons do we have?

yourusername: 20 if you count rookie alonso 🤔🤔

fernandoalo_official: 😁

jensonbutton: 😨

username: my queen is SOOOOOO🥴🥴😩😩

username: find u a man who loves u sm he calls u his queen

username: y/n u are winning at life 😖

Can you please do mafia!jenson x reader arranged marriage please?? 👉👈

(I love you writing btww!!!)

A/N: I love the arrange marriage trop especially when one has been pining for some time but won't admit it

He doesn't know when he got used to your presence, but over the time of being married, you started to slip into his office and read in a corner, a big leather chair, with a bigger fluffy blanket that smelled like you. Jenson hated when that chair was empty, because it meant you were out of the house.

Sighing for the thousand time, the guards were ready to yell at him to just go find you, but Jenson would rather die than admit that he missed his wife. His wife, that doesn't even want to be married to him, yet here they are in a one-sided marriage. Jenson sighs again, not noticing the way his guard's eyebrow twitches hearing yet another sigh.

Jenson's body tenses hearing the door slowly creak open, and you slip in holding a bouquet of flowers, clearly from the garden. "Why do you have those?" Freezing at hearing his slightly harsh tone you turn around, the guards glaring at the way Jenson asked. "I thought they were pretty, and that you'd like them in your office," You whisper, feeling like a child, it was a stupid idea.

He's a mafia boss, what would he do like flowers, it was stupid to bring them back to the office. "Oh, okay," Leaning back in his office chair you move to your corner, placing an empty vase on the table next to you and letting the flowers fall open, the small smile gracing your lips has Jenson smiling but quickly wipes it off.

You take your place in the corner and curl up with the book and blanket enjoying the warmth as you close your eyes. Yous husband can't help but look up gently staring at you before getting caught by his guards and going back to his paperwork.

"Don't say anything," He hisses as they exchange a glance nodding at their boss, "Of course sir,"

Hiii!!! I’m hoping that you can write a request for me! Gzd and other drivers during a red flag. She’d be like drinking some juice, inspecting cars with seb, trying to get the audience to do a wave with Daniel. Sitting in a corner and enjoying ice cream with Kimi, you get the gist!

You writing is always so comforting and fun to read! {if you aren’t down to write this request then please ignore this one! No hard feelings haha}

SLOW DOWN, RED FLAG

pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: sleeping? lol. 

author's note: I FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE!!! also sprinkled some webber + button content in there cause why not x

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''The race still hasn't restarted so let's see what our drivers are up to.'' Martin's voice spoke over the commentary, informing the viewers of the current situation. 

The screen cut to Mick and Sebastian playing football in one of the empty hallways, keeping themselves energised for the race. ''Young Schumacher and Vettel playing some ball, trying to maintain their energy and not slump.'' 

''And here we have Charles Leclerc, the Monégasque writing some things down in his journal- a habit he picked up from his former teammate, Sebastian Vettel.'' Ted observed, describing how the young man scribbled some things down in the Ferrari garage. 

''Let's see what Y/N Y/L is up to. I'm sure the young woman is doing her best to keep herself high- is she sleeping?'' Martin interrupted himself, watching the screen with an open mouth as it cut to the driver laying on the floor in her garage while her team worked around her sleeping form. 

''Well, all the drivers have different ways of keeping their energy up.'' Ted chuckled, finding amusement in the woman's antics once again. 

Both men took a closer look at the screen as the camera kept lingering on her garage and what was happening inside of it. ''Is… is she sleeping- oh my goodness, her blanket has Kimi Raikkonen's face on it.'' 

As the screen zoomed out, the viewers could see the driver having a blanket draped over her- one that had a picture of a sleeping Kimi on it. 

''She keeps surprising me that one.'' Mark Webber joined in, laughing at the image of the young woman. ''I love the fact that her team just ignores it and works around her.'' He noted. 

''Yeah, this is probably not the first time this has happened.'' Martin said, coming to that conclusion because of the way the mechanics and others don't seem bothered by it. 

''This is a message for the crew that will be interviewing Miss Y/L later; Please ask her about this!'' Ted pleaded over the commentary, asking his colleagues that will be conducting the interviews to question the driver about her 'red flag habit'. 

''Now, Y/N- we were specifically told to ask you this by Ted Kravitz himself.'' Jenson started off, making her hesitantly nod her head. 

''Why were you sleeping during the red flag?'' 

''Oh,'' she laughed in relief, having expected a more controversial question that would have her press officer shit themselves, ''I was bored so I slept.'' 

''Aren't you supposed to keep yourself pumped for the race?'' Nathalie asked, a frown on her face. 

Y/N nodded. ''Yes and that's my way of doing that.'' She grinned. ''Please don't judge me.'' She quickly added upon seeing the confused expression everyone was wearing. 

''We're not! Don't worry, dear.'' Nathalie assured her, momentarily caressing her arm. 

''Is it something you do often, because your team seemed to be very nonchalant about it- especially your mechanics, since they were working on your car.'' Jenson asked, genuinely curious about the matter. 

The young driver pouted her lips in thought. ''Uh, I don't want to say it's a regular thing that I do, but I'm also not gonna say that it hasn't happened before.'' 

''Alright, and the Kimi blanket?'' 

''I got that for my birthday a few years ago, it's very cute, isn't it?'' She smiled from ear-to-ear, proud of her blanket of the World Champion. 

The reporters nodded, endeared by her authentic excitement. ''Has he seen it?'' 

''He has! I showed him a picture of it when I first got it and he smiled so I think he was a big fan of it.'' She answered, with the same smile on her face. 

''He didn't say anything?'' 

''Kimi asked where I got it from, but I didn't know the answer so that was the end of our conversation.'' She chuckled. 

Jenson laughed at her response. ''That's more than I ever got out of him.'' 

another author’s note lol: I have decided to get rid of my taglist since it was becoming unorganized and I can only tag an x-amount of people per post + I’m not a fan of reblogging my own work.