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idk my dude. "I just wanted to cheer up this peasant and give them hope for a better tomorrow, but instead they overthrew the local nobles and now we've got to teach a bunch of peasants how to govern a kingdom"
is at least twice as funny as
"this person has sex" especially if your DM is uncomfortable with role playing seduction and such
in which… two rookie f1 drivers soft launch their relationship, and the media goes crazy about it
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yourusername sneak peek 🌸
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charles_leclerc is there something you’d like to share with us y/n?
yourusername my gelato maybe 😇
user43 charles in overprotective big brother mode hahah we love to see it 🫶🏻
user87 HELLO DID Y/N JUST SOFT LAUNCH WTF?!
user65 I just woke up and y/n suddenly has a boyfriend what 💔💔
user13 streets are saying our favorite rookie is in a relationship!
user76 liked by olliebearman, is this a sign you guys !?
user45 ofc he’s going to like her posts they’re friends it doesn’t mean they’re dating lol people need to chill tf out
alicia_torriani you’re glowing girl next time we’re getting that ice cream together 🥹
yourusername ilysm and WE MUST!! 💘
kimi.antonelli I wonder who’s the guy holding the flowers 🤔
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user60 ARE WE ALL SEEING THE SAME THING, KIMI AND Y/N
user39 she liked his comment omg
user48 tbh this seems like a very profitable pr move
user13 pr move or not you’ve got to admit they’d be an iconic couple
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kimi.antonelli good to be home + recharge the batteries 🍕💯
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mercedesamgf1 summer break 🔛🔝😎
user90 f1 media having a field day both Kimi AND y/n soft launching in the same week
user33 the second picture he’s so cute omg<3
user42 wait doesn’t y/n have the same necklace and bag as the girl in the picture?
user10 I don’t think so I’m pretty sure it’s just very similar
f1gossipnews coincidence? we think not 👀
user30 oh my shayla (my kimi and y/n ship) neither of them are single anymore 🥀🥀
user28 fr they had so much chemistry 😭
user14 lol you guys need to stop being so invested in their lives it’s weird, can’t they just be good friends?
user28 I’m sorry but have you seen the way Kimi looks at her, there is NO way they are just ‘good friends’
yourusername i’m just as shocked as you are, an actually decent outfit ?!
kimi.antonelli hey that was rude (I got advice from a professional 👌)
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f1wagnews y/n y/l/n spotted today in Italy riding a bike with mystery man!🫣 some sources say our first female driver may be on a path to becoming a wag herself! follow f1wagnews for more updates
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user63 on a path to becoming a wag herself what the helly
user64 not a mystery man… that’s just her cousin guys 😭 let her live
f1wagnews 👀👀👀 sources are saying it’s not a cousin… stay tuned 💅
user17 no because if this man distracts her and she doesn’t finish P1 again i’m throwing hands
user90 girl don’t let a man fumble your podiums pls we beg
user72 how is SHE the driver and STILL giving wag energy?? a queen tbh
user02 what if it’s her physiotherapist??? y’all jump to wag every time she breathes near a man
user12 the way she’s riding that bike… she’s in love. trust me i studied body language in 2014 on tumblr
user80 can’t believe i have to say this but SHE IS THE PRIZE actually
user20 lowkey hope it’s a local italian who doesn’t even know what a grid penalty is, she deserves peace
f1wagnews sources say its a familiar italian 😉
user35 y’all acting shocked like she hasn’t had rizz since F2 days
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yourusername plot twist ❤️
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f1wagnews WE’VE BEEN INVESTED SINCE DAY ONE. CONGRATS TO OUR FAVE SOFT LAUNCHERS 😭👏
gridhoney the driver x driver power couple we were manifesting
sillyseasoncentral BREAKING: paddock collectively loses their minds over this hard launch
olliebearman i knew it and still feel betrayed
yourusername shh you’re literally the first person we told😐
olliebearman correction: I predicted this entire relationship
kimi.antonelli mate you need to stop
arthur_leclerc do i get to be best man or do i have to fight ollie for it
yourusername we’ll see<3
arthur_leclerc RUDE
user16 if they don’t do the kiss through the helmets thing i’m boycotting
user83 never trusting a “mystery man” again. it’s always a fast Italian with dreamy eyes
rookieszneditz someone make a “friends to grid rivals to lovers” edit IMMEDIATELY
alex_albon how did i not know and i see you two like every race weekend??
yourusername lily knew🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
alex_albon WHAT? SHE DID?!
lilymunihe of course 🥰
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kimi.antonelli mi fortuna più grande
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georgerussell63 watch them get a 1-2 podium and thank each other instead of their engineers
yourusername LOL , I’m about to go tell Carmen you said this
georgerussell63 I TAKE IT BACK
teamradiochaos radio if they crash into each other: “tell her i still love her 😭”
slowpitstopz kimi posted his gf… and i’ve never felt more single
dtscripttok this better be in the next Drive to Survive with dramatic music and everything
olliebearman i told you not to soft launch in italy, didn’t i. DIDN’T I.
kimi.antonelli you told me a lot of things i ignored 😇
user63 him calling her his greatest luck 🫠🫠
arthur_leclerc you’re so lucky y/n puts up with you
kimi.antonelli I know 🙏I wonder every day how I got so lucky
yourusername ❤️
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user98 them sharing earphones is my roman empire 🥹
user32 who would’ve thought your childhood karting rival will become your girlfriend when you both race in f1, Kimi really is living the dream…
Summary: Charles' "adoption" of Oscar leaves you and Logan wanting your own grid dads that are currently on the grid.
A/N: I speed ran this one so it may seem a bit rushed. Also “niño” is meant to be gender neutral, you're just supposed to default to the masculine form.
Sequel: Grid Dads
While the term “grid kid” is usually used for the kids brought in to stand with the drivers during the national anthem, it has become a term used throughout the paddock for the younger drivers who have seemingly been “adopted” by older, usually retired, drivers. It’s just something the fans like to joke about, not expecting the drivers to acknowledge the term or relationships.
Except the drivers were 100% aware of it.
And Oscar asking Charles to be adopted sparked something amongst two of his fellow drivers.
“You’re collecting grid dads like Logan. First Webber, and now Charles. And Charles comes with two other siblings. You’ve got a whole grid family.” You said to the papaya clad driver as you, him, and Logan walked through the Monaco paddock.
“What are you on about?” Logan asked. “I’m not collecting grid dads and Oscar’s only doing it to get more home races which is kinda ridiculous.”
“You guys are just jealous that Charles said yes.” Oscar said. “You two both have two grid dads. Why are you bothered that I have two now as well?”
“Because we race against Charles almost every weekend. Which means you get to see your grid dad every race weekend. Logan’s able to see Jenson every race weekend because he commentates, but Nico doesn’t come to every race. And I only get to see Seb once a season and that already happened in Imola.”
“What about Räikkönen? Hasn’t he gone to a couple of your races?” Logan asked.
“That was only in F3 when he was still racing for Sauber. He hasn’t been back since.” You said, pouting.
“In my defense, I didn’t think Charles would actually offer to adopt me. But hey, I’ll gladly accept it if it means I get another home race.” Oscar said.
“If Logan and I manage to get a driver to adopt both of us, we’ll still have more home races than you.” You said.
“I’d like to see you guys try.” Oscar said. Logan turned to you.
“Maybe we can ask Charles to adopt us?” Logan said.
“No, he’s my grid dad. Go find your own current driver to adopt you.” Oscar said before starting to walk away.
“Where are you going?” You asked as the Aussie was walking away.
“To go meet my new little brother Leo!” Oscar said. “I’ll send you guys lots of pictures.”
You huffed in frustration as you and Logan watched Oscar walk away.
“If Lewis adopted me, do you think I’d be able to consider Rosco my brother?” You asked Logan.
“It’s possible. Speaking of grid dads, you want to go photobomb Jenson while he’s doing interviews for SkySports?”
“Oh absolutely.”
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It seemed the media thought Charles’s recent adoption of Oscar was humorous enough to be brought up during the driver’s press conference. One interview had asked Charles about it as he sat on the couch with Logan, Alex, George, and Zhou.
“I think I’m the only driver to have adopted another driver while on the grid.” Charles said.
“I don’t think that’s true.” George said. The interviewer and Charles turned to him.
“Why do you think that George?”
“Well me and Alex have practically adopted Logan. I’d say he’s actually been my grid kid since I started mentoring him in F3.” George said. Logan sat up a bit straighter and peaked his head out from Alex, who was sandwiched between the Brit and the American.
“Would you actually adopt me if I asked? So I can one up Oscar?” Logan asked George. A cheeky grin appeared on George’s face
“Absolutely! Scratch what I said about practically-Logan is now mine and Alex’s adopted son.” George said, earning a laugh from the various reporters and a smile from Logan.
“Shouldn’t I get a say on whether we agree to adopt my teammate?” Alex asked as he looked between George and Logan. George patted Alex’s shoulder.
“I know you would say yes either way.” George said. Alex reluctantly nodded his head.
“Yea you’re right.”
“I fear what I may have started.” Charles said, earning more laughs from around the room.
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“How come you get to have two grid dads from the current grid?” Oscar asked Logan as the three of you stood around the paddock before Free Practice.
“Cuz I’m just better.” Logan said. You lightly punched his shoulder while Oscar rolled his eyes.
“This is so unfair.” You said.
“Why don’t you just go ask Max to adopt you so you don’t feel left out.” Oscar said.
“Are you kidding? I’m still intimidated by him.” You said. “I’d rather ask someone who’s approachable.”
While the three of you were talking, your eyes landed on Fernando, who was walking back to the Aston Martin garage and an idea popped into your head.
“Hey Fernando!” You called to the Aston Martin driver and jogged over to him.
“Hey (Y/N). What can I do for you?”
“Um, I don’t know if you heard about Charles adopting Oscar…” Fernando let out a chuckle.
“I did. I also heard about Sargent apparently getting adopted by Russel and Albon.”
“Yea. Me and Logan got kinda jealous of Oscar since his grid dads are always at the races so we may have been going around seeing if we could get adopted as well…” You told the older driver. “This isn’t meant to be taken seriously but…would you adopt me? As your grid kid? Oscar and Logan already have grid dads and I’m feeling left out”
Fernando smiled and patted your shoulder.
“Of course niño. I missed out on the opportunity to mentor a younger driver like Webber and Vettel, so I’ll happily consider you my grid kid.” Fernando said. You smiled.
“Yes! Thanks dad!” You said before jogging back over to Logan and Oscar.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Oscar said.
“I think I win in terms of grid dads.” You told them.
“It wasn’t a competition.” Logan said.
“But if it was, I think I would win by having three former world champions as my “adoptive” fathers.” You said. Logan and Oscar rolled their eyes.
The little “adoption” scheme had soon spiraled to the point where even the official Formula One broadcast was getting in on the joke. To you and Logan, it seemed like a miracle that you and him managed to join Oscar at the top 3 of Free Practice 3. What made the moment even better was the graphic that was displayed during the broadcast that sent various social media platforms into chaos.
pairing: f1 grid x antonelli!reader, ollie bearman x reader
summary: the newest addition to the f1 track... is gen z through and through
extra information: kimi antonelli is your younger brother, you're reserve for mercedes, george broke his arm so you're stepping in. you and ollie have rivalry. (you can imagine u raced for any f2 team)
fc: no one
ynantonelli
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guess whos on the track for the rest of the season 🥳
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lilyzneimer my favourite driver!
➥ ynantonelli my favourite mclaren person!
➥ oscarpiastri excuse me??
➥ landonorris i thought we had something yn 😞
kimiantonelli thank god shes gone from here
➥ ynantonelli 🙄
paularon cant wait for the peace
olliebearman (we're cheering cos youre gone)
➥ ynantonelli fuck you too
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➥ ynmywife NOT THE PR TEAM COMING FOR YNS ASS
mercedesamg so excited!
lewishamilton 😎
➥ ynantonelli cant wait to over take you!
logansargeant pls spare me
➥ ynantonelli no one is safe ❤️
yukitsunoda yipee
➥ ynantonelli yipee!
charlesleclerc dont run me over
➥ ynantonelli no promises you fraternize with dogs
➥ olliebearman YN IM NOT A DOG
➥ ynantonelli your words not mine
➥ ynantonelli i was talking about leo
alexalbon YAYY
➥ alexalbon this is lily i lost my phone
➥ ynantonelli LILY!
➥ ynantonelli leave alex.
➥ alexalbon yn its me again wtf?
f1updates
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YN Antonelli retires from the rest of the F2 season to race for Mercedes-Amg in Formula 1. Antonelli is stepping in for George Russell who broke his arm for reasons we still do not know. We wish YN the best of luck in Formula 1.
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ynloml wishing luck to the drivers instead
➥ ynmywife FR
user09 who was she on top of in the first picture?
➥ user59 nah man yn was holding kimi up
➥ user42 yeah shes crazy strong
f1wags
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yn antonelli seen with a man before her home race in Italy.
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kimiantonelli ok what
➥ user09 even kimi didnt know 😭
ynloml NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ynsno1fan this feels like an invasion of privacy
olliebearman
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she took these if u care
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ynantonelli no one cares
➥ olliebearman no one asked
ynantonelli ew
➥ olliebearman says u
ynantonelli jumpscare
➥ olliebearman dont u have a boyfriend
➥ ynantonelli cant believe u have a girlfriend
charlesleclerc i have a daughter in law??
➥ oscarpiastri i have a sister in law??
alexanderasaintmleux tell her to come over
➥ kimiantonelli YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS
➥ landonorris pls tell us
paularon cutie
➥ ynantonelli oh!
➥ paularon so its ok when u do it to ur friends but not when i do it
➥ ynantonelli yeah?
➥ paularon flipping sexism
user09 YN AND OLLIE GONE?!
➥ user48 my ship broke and sank like the titanic
➥ ollieyn what if theyre dating each other
➥ danielricciardo nice try they hate each other
➥ user59 DANIEL?????
livef1updates
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live from the Imola GP, YN Antonelli's radio
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ynantonelli
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lando we can be world champion i said
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maxverstappen can u delete the middle picture pls and thank you
➥ ynantonelli nope ❤️
charlesleclerc the caption 😕
➥ ynantonelli i told u no ones safe
kimiantonelli im telling mama u drank champagne
➥ ynantonelli im telling her about you then
➥ ynantonelli and your actually underage
olliebearman congratulations i guess
➥ ynantonelli thanks i guess
➥ oscarpiastri wtf just happened
➥ paularon ^
➥ kushmaini ^
➥ arthurleclerc ^
➥ kimiantonelli ^
➥ landonorris you guys are gonna ruin their one civil moment
lewishamilton good job 😎
➥ ynantonelli thanks lewis !
maxverstappen cannot believe u beat me
➥ ynantonelli girl are just better !
➥ landonorris real!
➥ maxverstappen lando you're not a girl
alexanderasaintmleux YAY
➥ ynantonelli ILY
kellypiquet so proud of u bby
➥ ynantonelli 🥹🫶
lilymhe cant believe how far you've come !
➥ ynantonelli STOP ILYSM
ynantonelli
liked by olliebearman, lilyzneimer and 739,481 others
when the plans make it out of the grid (i didnt invite ollie)
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kimiantonelli, lilymhe & alexalbon, arthurleclerc, logansargeant, totowolff, lewishamilton, olliebearman, oscarpiastri & lilyzneimer, paularon
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user09 i wonder what a grid hangout looks like
➥ ynantonelli it has: kimi almost falling off the boat, alex almost falling off the cart, arthur getting pushed into the sea, logan thinking he got stung by a jellyfish, lewis teaching toto how to ride a bike, ollie being scared of horses, oscar and lily being in their own world, and paul being too busy taking photos to order his food
paularon bro posted the worst photo of me
➥ ynantonelli news flash: you look like that all the time
lilyzneimer YOU'RE SO GOOD AT TAKING PHOTOS
➥ ynantonelli ur so photogenic its super easy 😍
ynantonelli guys charlesleclerc and alexanderasaintmleux came too
➥ ynantonelli they just had to leave early cos leo didn't like paul
➥ paularon pretty sure he didnt like ollie
➥ olliebearman nah bro pets love me especially cats its prolly kimi
lilymhe STOP SO THATS WHY U LEFT EARLY
➥ ynantonelli idk what ur on abt
kimiantonelli cant believe both u n ollie left early to go to ur bf/gf
➥ kimiantonelli wait
kimiantonelli YN ANSWER MY CALLS
➥ ynantonelli no ❤️
f1updates
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YN Antonelli wins Singapore GP ahead one lap of everyone else. She kept the lead since lap 7 of a 62 lap race. After her win, she jumped out of her car and jumped into F2 driver Oliver Bearman's arms. The two were believed to have shared a rivalry on the track during YN's F2 days, but perhaps that rivalry was all fake.
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kimiantonelli nah bro she dead
user09 THATS ACTUALLY CRAZY
user82 i need time to process this
ynmywife so the rivalry wasnt real 😭
paularon ok what
ollieyn YES
user54 the one race kimi's not in the garage 😭
totowolff what
➥ user58 bro calling the pr team asap
landonorris what did i tell you
user28 I TOLD YOU ALL
Tiktok:
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user58 ok but she looks so happy
➥ user32 fr
user11 the way ollie twists her to hide her from the cameras
user41 height difference i need 😣
user53 theyre so hot
user92 wait so whos the wag
➥ user42 deffo ollie
user43 kimi prolly fuming
➥ user98 what is he gonna do hes like 5'6 😭
user48 they havent said anything yet the interviews are in a bit
ynantonelli
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loverboy ❤️
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olliebearman
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lovergirl ❤️
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kimiantonelli im gonna run u off the track
➥ premaracing no u wont
paularon kimi's gonna kill you
user09 THE FIRST PICTURE IM FOLDING
oscarpiastri who taught u how to take such good pictures
➥ olliebearman yn 😭
charlesleclerc MY DAUGHTER IN LAW
➥ alexanderasaintmleux nuh uh shes my daughter only
alexalbon crazy u didnt even tell me
logansargeant this is a wild revelation
kushmaini im scared for u dude
premaracing our favourite driver and wag
➥ olliebearman ynantonelli they called u a wag u gonna take that
➥ ynantonelli pretty sure they called u a wag
➥ premaracing ^
lilymhe YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE
lilyzneimer oscarpiastri learn how to take pictures like that pls
➥ oscarpiastri ok 😞
ynantonelli ollie baby u were meant to turn the comments off 😭
➥ olliebearman oops
ynantonelli i love you
➥ olliebearman i love you too
a/n OSCAR WON YIPEEE i lowkey feel bad for oscar tho like the way lando ignore him on the podium, mclarens lowkey messed up for this
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lando has been learning spanish. no, it’s not for you (it's 100% for you)
pairing: lando norris x colapinto!reader
faceclaim: cande gallo and pinterest girlies
warning: use of y/n, spanish language, fluff, lando being a simp, inaccurate timelines (kinda but nothing major) also this is just for fun and obviously fiction, i'm not trying to reflect any person in real life ‹3
a/n: happy one week anniversary since lando won silverstone 🤍 this is the first time i'm posting something on tumblr !! any feedback, likes, or reblogs mean a lot ‹3
francolapinto
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francolapinto feliz cumple a la mejor hermana del mundo, te quiero hasta cuando me ganas en los karts o me robás la ropa😄😄 gracias por ser mi fan nro uno
→ see translation: happy birthday to the best sister in the whole world, i love you even when you beat me in karting or steal my clothes 😄😄 thanks for being my number one fan
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yncolapinto basta me vas a hacer llorar en público que vergüenza [stop u are gonna make me cry in public and it's embarrassing]
yncolapinto igual te amo un poquito [kinda love u anyway]
username3 FRANCO POSTING HER MEANS WE GET LANDO IN THE LIKES HELLOOO
⤷ username4 it’s literally tradition atp
⤷ username5 why is he always first 😭😭 stalking behavior
⤷ username6 i think someone's has a crush
username7 i wanna be her so bad it’s getting unhealthy
alex_albon the first pic unlocked a memory i’ve been trying to suppress (she beat me)
⤷ yncolapinto and i'll do it again albono🫡
⤷ francolapinto she’s actually terrifying behind the wheel
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yncolapinto
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yourusername festejando mi cumpleaños en mónaco 🤍 al final los yates existen de verdad y no solo en pinterest
→ see translation: spent my bday in monaco 🤍 turns out yachts are actually real and not just a pinterest thing
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francolapinto obvio que existen boluda en qué mundo vivís [ofc they exist, where have you been living???]
⤷ yncolapinto te voy a bloquear [i'm gonna block u]
⤷ francolapinto hacelo, no te tengo miedo [do it, i'm not afraid]
username1 yn the woman that you are 😍
lando feliz cumpleaños 🍾 los yates es muy divertido [happy birthday 🍾 yachts is very fun]
⤷ lando son muy divertidos* [yachts are very fun*]
⤷ yncolapinto gracias landooo🫶 estás aprendiendo español? [thank u landooo🫶 are you learning spanish?]
⤷ lando trying my best, still looking for a good teacher
⤷ yncolapinto lucky for you i’m fluent
⤷ francolapinto what. is. happening. here.
username2 HELP LANDO SPEAKING IN SPANISH???
⤷ username3 "los yates es muy divertido" baby no but A for effort
⤷ username4 he tried and that’s what counts (but also pls never again)
username5 bestie you're the pinterest board irl
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lando updated their close friends story.
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f1gossipwags
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f1gossipwags Lando Norris spotted having dinner in Monaco last night with Y/N Colapinto, younger sister of Alpine F1 driver Franco Colapinto 👀 The two were seen laughing together over dinner and leaving together, with Lando holding what appears to be her purse and a phone with a Rhode phonecase.
Ahead of the GP weekend, could this be a casual catch-up… or something more?
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username1 OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM
⤷ username2 i am NOT calm. i am refreshing their profiles every five seconds
username3 after months of him liking every single post where she appears this is a big step
username4 manifesting a podium with her in the paddock
username5 he’s carrying her stuff like they’ve been married 3 years 😭😭 what a simp
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yncolapinto updated their story.
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lando
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lando monaco win. for you mum and dad ❤️
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francolapinto well done landinioooo top weekend 👌🏼
username1 monaco babyyyyyyy
yncolapinto VAMOS LANDOOOOO🥹 [LET'S GO LANDOOOO🥹]
⤷ lando gracias hermosa [thanks beautiful]
⤷ francolapinto did you just call my sister beautiful
⤷ yncolapinto déjalo está practicando [leave him alone he's just practicing]
⤷ francolapinto practicando para que? [practicing for what?]
⤷ username2 the silence is loud even in comments
⤷ username3 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗
⤷ username4 “gracias hermosa” giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair
username5 i still can’t believe he won monaco like that
username6 LANDGOAT 🏆
lnfour no u don't understand what this means to me
⤷ username7 i'm not crying u are
username8 POLE POSITION FASTEST LAP AND GRAND PRIX WINNER
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yncolapinto and lando updated their story.
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alpinef1team · Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
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alpinef1team We have an intruder mclaren please come collect your driver before he becomes our new social media manager.
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username1 WHERE’S FRANCO RN
⤷ username2 plotting how to murder lando and yn quietly
⤷ username3 talking to their mom abt his future british brother-in-law
⤷ username4 updating his “reasons lando is banned from our family dinners” google doc
⤷ username5 inventing a new language and forcing yn to only speak that from now on
⤷ username6 the way all of them could be true
username7 lando you’re not slick we all see why you’re there 😭
username8 imagine being so whipped u start hanging out with another team mid-season
yncolapinto mclpine is a thing now
⤷ lando i just work here (no i don’t)
mclaren We’re reviewing his contract
username9 zak brown disliked this
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yncolapinto besitos from barcelona xx
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username1 i'm obsessed with you pls give me one chance
username2 lando can you fight
francolapinto quién es el de la tercera foto [who's that in the third slide]
⤷ yncolapinto métete en lo tuyo [mind your business]
username3 girl be serious we know who that shadow is
username4 YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS IT'S UNFAIR
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ln4content In the F1 premiere, Lando talked in Spanish for a bit!
I: Lando! Hola, how are you? We heard you’ve been working on your Spanish lately… is that true?
L: Kind of. I wouldn’t say “fluent” but I’ve been practicing.
I: That’s impressive. What made you want to learn?
L: I think... just spending more time with people who speak Spanish.
I: Would you say you're more “Duolingo streak” level or like… holding full conversations?
L: I started with Duolingo and I was very proud of my streak but now I have a real teacher. She's very patient.
I: Can you say something for us? Maybe a little message for your fans watching in Latin America or Spain?
L: Okay but please don’t judge me… I’m still learning.
L: Estoy aprendiendo español y es un idioma muy lindo. Todavía me cuesta un poco pero practico todos los días.
→ see translation: i’m learning spanish and it’s a very beautiful language. i still struggle a bit but i practice every day.
I: Wow, that was really good! You're a natural
L: Hopefully next time we get to do the whole interview in Spanish!
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username1 CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING
username2 we lost him girls
username3 from 'soy lago' to this... we've come so far
username4 he's so cute 🥹
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francolapinto, lando and yncolapinto updated their story.
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lando.jpg · Argentina
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lando.jpg muy linda vista 🇦🇷
→ see translation: very nice view 🇦🇷
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username1 babe wake up lando.jpg is alive
yncolapinto u always get my good side
⤷ lando.jpg you don’t have a bad one
username2 he flew to her continent and then called her a “pretty view” in spanish i fear i’m melting
maxfewtrell Did you get lost orrr
⤷ lando.jpg dw i had the best guide
⤷ francolapinto i was there and he did in fact get lost multiple times
⤷ yncolapinto the bakery was two blocks away how is that even possible
⤷ lando.jpg ... i got distracted
username3 lando.jpg has risen from the dead
username4 he remembered the password just to post his gf i'm not okay
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yncolapinto they say home is where the heart is but god i love the english
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yourbff te acordás cuando dijiste que ni en pedo estarías con un piloto? [remember when u said “i’d never date a driver”]
⤷ yncolapinto 🫣🫣🫣
username1 LANDO WINNING AT LIFE FRRRRR
francolapinto los quiero un montón [love u both so much]
⤷ yncolapinto esto es lo más tierno que me dijiste en tu vida [that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me]
⤷ francolapinto espero que lo hayas disfrutado porque no va a pasar de nuevo [hope you enjoyed it because it’s not happening again]
mclaren Is it too early to ask for you in team merch in Austria? Asking for a friend
⤷ alpinef1team Nice try but she's ours
username2 i’d read a book about their love story
username3 we’ve been waiting this post since “los yates es muy divertido”
lando te amo hermosa [love u gorgeous]
⤷ yncolapinto te amo más🥹 [love u more🥹]
username4 i want what they have
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francolapinto bienvenido a la familia landinio (no la cagues)
→ see translation: welcome to the family landinio (don't mess it up)
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yncolapinto estoy eligiendo ignorar el hecho de que acabas de amenazar a mi novio públicamente [i'm choosing to ignore the fact that you just threatened my boyfriend in public]
⤷ francolapinto no fue una amenaza, es una advertencia con amor [it wasn’t a threat, it's a warning (affectionate)]
⤷ lando 😐😐😐
username1 men will post “don’t mess it up” instead of just saying “i like you for my sister”
username2 i'd pay to be in their family gc
username3 lando passed the franco test omg he’s in
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toto wolff x fem!kpop idol!reader (fc: kim taeyeon)
side note: the title has literally nothing to do with this... but it is one of snsd's most cuntiest songs
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f1wag Y/N Y/L/N on the cover of Vogue Korea! Wolff's girlfriend has a past in the K-Pop industry and will return to the music scene coming Feburary. She's been spotted a lot in South Korea with many of her old collegues and friends. Why do you think she's suddenly back into music after a 5 year break?
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user1 how did i not know y/n is a literal kpop idol?
user2 watch me get into kpop because of my girlypop
user3 it's so funny that none of y'all cared enough to look up what y/n's been doing in the past
user4 kpop stans have been knowing about y/n being one of the biggest kpop idols forever
⤷ user5 fr like how are people surprised bffr girls generation is one of the most known groups?
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yourusername 'INVU' 2022/02/14 6pm (KST)
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user6 mother is coming back
user7 I AM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU
lewishamilton 🙌🏻🙌🏻
user8 i just know if toto had social media he'd go feral in the comments
⤷ user9 we stan a supportive boyfriend
mercedesamgf1 our new anthem 💙🤍
user10 tell a friend to tell a friend SHE'S BAAACK
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yourusername had the most fun performing for you guys again! thank you so much for welcoming me back with such love 🫶🏻 한국, 사랑해요! (korea, i love you!)
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user11 she was born to be a performer
user12 she has not been on a stage in 5 years and still knows how to perform as if there's no tomorrow. much respect to her!
user13 minho saw you all thirsting for him and came back to y/n's posts lmao
⤷ user14 they actually broke up on a good note. bet they're friends now
tiffanyyoungofficial much much love to you and your new song! i love seeing you back on stage again, right where you belong!!
⤷ yourusername aahh i love you so much tif 🩷
user15 y/n is such a sunshine i love her so much
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yourusername happy 15th anniversary to girl's generation! it's been nothing but fun with my girls and our fans 🫶🏻🩷 as a little present to you guys, we're happy to announce our return for a 7th album! #gg4eva #forever1
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user21 first y/n did a whole solo album, her DEBUT album, and now you're telling me she's coming back with girl's generation??!!
user22 i just know toto has booked front row tickets for the whole mercedes team
⤷ mercedesamgf1 this does not sound like a bad idea...
user23 SO SLAY OMG
user24 the way i cannot fathom y/n has been in the music business for 15 whole years? miss ma'am looks so young i want to know her secret
lewishamilton thanks to you i'm really getting into kpop
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⤷ user25 GET IN THERE LEWIS
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summary: when yuki’s girlfriend gets into a dating rumour with another idol, he gets jealous and hard launches their relationship much to the dismay of her company.
warnings: just nctzens being haters 🙄 ( im an nctzen🧍♀️)
pairing: fem! kpop idol! reader x yuki tsunoda
genre: social media au
face claim: no one in particular but the images used are from pinterest plus fromis9’s jiheon, seoyeon, jisun, and saerom’s instagrams
author note: my first post 🫶🫶 also yes, i’m aware that dating in kpop isn’t very… accepted and if an idol’s s/o did this they might actually be fired but this is fictional so 🤷♀️
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user: i can’t stand this bitch
user: who tf does she think she is
user: please don’t put him into a hiatus sm 🙏🙏🙏
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user: i might just kms if that happened
user: no not my renjun :(
user: they’re only doing this so forjoy can get attention for their comeback
user: lol what a pick me
user: they’re gonna break up. y/n is too much for junnie
user: ew
user: lmao look at the way jun is looking at her 😂😂😂 hes def breaking up with her
user: who the hell is y/n
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user: she’s the ( lead rapper or lead vocalist ) and the maknae of forjoy
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forjoy_y/n: i miss you too bby. please more careful though, my company is still debating on whether or not to allow us to go public
yukitsunoda0511: 👍
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yukitsunoda0511: well. all i have to say is;
1. do not believe everything you see on the internet
2. y/n is happily dating me and renjun is just a friend of hers.
3. please listen to glow and buy rockslide by forjoy so her company doesn’t gets mad 🫶
summary: In the fast-paced world of Formula 1, George Russell finds an unexpected escape in Y/N, a Le Sserafim member known for her captivating food vlogs
word count: idk
Genre: SMAU/Fluff
Inspired by my fav youtuber doobydobap <3
George sighed as he sank into the soft cushions of his living room couch, finally able to relax after a long day at the track. His phone buzzed in his hand—another meme from Lando, something about who’s the better driver this week. George rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He was tired of the constant comparisons, the endless questions. Every interview felt like another round of “Who’s better at this or that?” Sometimes, he just needed a break from it all.
He opened YouTube, aimlessly scrolling for something different. His eyes landed on a video thumbnail of a table filled with delicious-looking food, and a girl grinning beside it. The title caught his attention: My Guide to the BEST Street Food in Seoul.
“Why not,” George muttered to himself, tapping on the video.
The screen came to life with vibrant shots of Seoul’s bustling street food scene. Y/N was walking through the streets, introducing various foods with a bright, excited energy. George was immediately hooked. There was something about the way she talked—effortless, funny, and completely herself.
She picked up a small snack, inspecting it before taking a bite. "They’re much smaller than the big ones that are filled with roe," she said, holding up the dish with a mischievous smile, "but just because it's small doesn’t mean it ain’t tasty—and that applies to many things." She winked at the camera, making George choke on his water mid-sip.
He sat up straighter, a grin forming on his face. “What did I just stumble into?”
The video continued with her taking massive bites, describing each dish with vivid details that somehow made George’s mouth water, even though he wasn’t usually into food videos. But it wasn’t just the food—it was her personality. She had this way of making everything seem light and fun, as if the whole world was just a giant playground of flavors.
George leaned back, a smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking about racing or interviews. Just food... and her.
Y/N’s POV
The cameras were rolling, capturing every moment as Y/N and Yunjin stood in front of a colorful street food stall. Today’s challenge for Le Sserafim’s YouTube channel was a mix of dares and foodie adventures, and Yunjin was ready to dive in.
“Welcome back, everyone!” Y/N cheered into the camera. “Today, Yunjin and I are taking on the ultimate street food dare. We’ve got some spicy dishes and a few random dares to complete. Ready, Yunjin?”
Yunjin grinned, nervously holding a skewer of spicy tteokbokki. “Ready as I’ll ever be!”
The first dare popped up on Y/N’s phone: Talk about something you’re passionate about while eating something spicy.
Y/N took a large bite of the tteokbokki, her eyes widening at the heat. “Alright, here we go. So, I’ve got this major passion for cars. I’m fascinated by everything from the sleek designs to the roar of the engines. If I weren’t doing food vlogs and idol stuff, I’d probably be somewhere working with cars. I love the speed, the engineering—just the whole vibe of it.”
Yunjin laughed, struggling to keep her composure as the spice hit her. “You and your cars! I’ve seen you talk about them all the time. And speaking of busy, we’ve got a lot to do before our next tour. Packing, rehearsals... it’s going to be a whirlwind.”
Y/N nodded, wiping her forehead. “Yeah, it’s going to be hectic, but it’s worth it. And who knows, maybe I’ll get a chance to drive something amazing before we head out.”
The challenge continued with both of them trying various spicy dishes and completing their dares, their laughter and camaraderie shining through. The video wrapped up with Y/N and Yunjin excitedly discussing their upcoming tour and the busy schedule ahead.
George’s POV
George was sprawled on the couch in his hotel room, catching a break after the Suzuka GP. His phone buzzed with new content, and he opened one of Y/N’s food vlogs out of curiosity. He was halfway through when Yuki Tsunoda burst into the room with a couple of drinks and a big grin.
“Hey, George!” Yuki exclaimed. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”
“Of course not,” George replied, gesturing to the couch. “I was just watching this food vlogger. She’s really something.”
Yuki flopped down next to him and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened as he recognized Y/N. “Wait, is that Y/N? The food vlogger?”
George nodded, still engrossed in the video. “Yeah, she’s got this great style. I didn’t expect her to be so... engaging.”
Yuki’s expression shifted to one of excitement. “You know, I’ve got to tell you something. You might find this interesting.”
George looked up, curious. “Oh? What’s up?”
Yuki leaned in, a mischievous smile on his face. “So, Y/N... she’s actually a member of a famous K-pop group.”
George blinked in surprise. “What? Are you serious?”
Yuki nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, she’s in Le Sserafim. I didn’t realize you didn’t know. She’s huge worldwide”
George’s eyes widened. “No way. I had no idea. She’s just been this really cool food vlogger to me.”
Yuki chuckled. “Yeah, she’s got this whole other side to her. You should see their music videos. They’re amazing.”
George was intrigued. “You know what, let’s watch some of their stuff.”
Yuki grinned and pulled out his laptop, navigating to Le Sserafim’s music videos. They started with a recent MV, and as the vibrant visuals and catchy beats filled the room, George found himself captivated. Y/N’s stage presence was magnetic, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
As they moved through the videos, George’s initial surprise turned into admiration. “Wow, I had no idea she was such a star. She’s incredible.”
Yuki nodded. “Yeah, she really is. And she’s so down-to-earth. I think you might be more into her now, huh?”
George laughed, a little embarrassed. “You could say that. She’s definitely caught my attention in a whole new way.”
They spent the next hour watching various clips, George becoming more engrossed in Y/N’s multifaceted talent. By the end of their impromptu viewing session, he was thoroughly impressed and even more intrigued by her.
When the viewing session ended, George picked up his phone and hesitated for a moment before searching for Y/N’s Instagram account. With a smile, he hit the follow button, feeling a newfound connection to the talented and intriguing woman behind the food vlogs.
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@georgerussell63 I'm mess in distress but still the best dressed
Thank u @yukitsunoda0511 for the pics🐥
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@alex_albon you went to THE le sserafim consert without me!? Here I thought we were friends
@yukitsunoda0511 😼
@user119 george in his oppa era?🧐
@pierregasly ofc yuki took the pictures u could never take aesthetic picture like that
@user143 wait george be looking extra scrumdelicious lately
@user66 why know one told me george listens to le sserafim 🫢 because that's my mother in 2nd slide
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George POV
George was in the paddock, taking a moment to relax and scroll through Instagram on his phone. The usual buzz of activity surrounded him as teams prepared for the next race, but George was lost in his own world, scrolling through his feed.
He stumbled across a post from Calvin Klein featuring Y/N in their latest campaign. The photos were stunning—Y/N looked absolutely breathtaking , modern outfits. George’s eyes widened in awe as he saw the images of her effortlessly posing and exuding confidence.
Unable to contain his excitement, George let out an involuntary shout. “Oh my—”
A few of the other drivers, including Yuki, glanced over at him, intrigued by his reaction. Yuki’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched George’s enthusiastic response. He had seen George’s interest in Y/N grow over time and found the situation amusing.
Yuki chuckled softly, catching George’s eye. “Looks like someone’s having a fanboy moment,” he teased, fully aware of the reason behind George’s excitement.
George barely registered Yuki’s comment. His mind was racing, and Without a moment's hesitation, His excitement grew as he remembered that Calvin Klein had invited him to their upcoming party. This was the perfect opportunity to get involved, especially with the new collection making waves.
He couldn’t wait any longer. George bolted to his manager’s office, bursting through the door with so much energy that his manager nearly jumped out of his chair.
“H-Hey, George!” his manager stammered, wide-eyed, visibly startled by the sudden entrance. “What’s—what’s happening?”
“I just saw the Calvin Klein collection!” George blurted out, barely able to contain himself. “And we need to say yes to that party invite. Now!”
His manager, still trying to gather himself, blinked rapidly, stumbling over his words. “O-O-Okay! Y-Yes, right away! I’ll...I’ll handle it, no problem.”
George’s enthusiasm didn’t waver as he grinned. “Good! Make it happen!”
The Calvin Klein party was buzzing with energy, fashion icons and celebrities filling the room. George, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, casually sipped his drink as he scanned the room. But then, he saw her—Y/N, effortlessly stunning, standing near a group of people, laughing and engaging in conversation.
It felt as though time had slowed down. The music faded into the background, the buzz of the party muffled, as his gaze locked onto her. Something about the way she carried herself, the confidence and grace, left him frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew he had to talk to her. Gathering every ounce of courage, he walked over.
“Hi,” George said, voice surprisingly steady despite the excitement coursing through him.
Y/N turned, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The intensity of their connection hit both of them like a tidal wave. She smiled warmly, and it was as if the world shrunk down to just the two of them.
“Hey, George Russell, right?” Y/N asked, her tone light but with a sparkle of recognition in her eyes.
He grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me. I... uh... saw your Calvin Klein shoot. You absolutely killed it.”
“Thank you!” she laughed softly, clearly flattered. “I’ve actually been getting into Formula 1 recently, so it’s crazy to meet you here.”
His heart skipped a beat. “No way, really? You’ve been watching the races?”
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “It’s fascinating—especially seeing how everything works behind the scenes. The adrenaline, the speed, it’s so intense.”
George felt the connection deepening. They fell into easy conversation, bouncing between their mutual love for fashion, traveling, and fast cars. Every word she spoke made George feel as if he had known her forever. They shared so many of the same interests, and the more they talked, the more captivated he became. Time flew by without them even noticing.
As the party began to wind down, George hesitated for a brief moment but decided to go for it. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you tonight. Would you—uh, if you’re free, want to come to the Austrian Grand Prix? I think you’d really love it. Maybe I could show you around the paddock?”
Y/N’s eyes lit up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’d love that.”
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"What a wonderful night @georgerussell63"
After the Calvin Klein party, George and Y/N stayed in touch almost every day. At first, it was casual—sharing memes, discussing travel plans, and talking about their busy schedules.
George and Y/N always seemed to do a quick call between meetings, or FaceTime sessions whenever they could. Most often, Y/N would call him while she was cooking, her love for food shining through in every dish she made.
“Guess what I’m making tonight,” Y/N teased one evening, the sound of pots and pans clinking in the background as her camera showed her busy kitchen.
George leaned back in his chair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…something delicious?”
Y/N laughed, giving the camera a little wink. “You know it. But you’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I’ll send you a plate.”
He couldn’t help but admire how much passion she had for cooking. He’d watch as she diced vegetables or stirred sauces, completely in her element. The sight of her in the kitchen, focused and happy, made his heart swell.
Sometimes, he’d even join her. They’d both be in their own kitchens, cooking the same meal during their FaceTime calls. George wasn’t the best cook, but with her guidance, he managed to whip up a few decent dishes.
“You’re doing great,” Y/N would encourage, laughing as he fumbled with a pan. “Maybe next time, you’ll cook for me in person.”
“That’s a deal,” George replied with a grin, his eyes never leaving hers on the screen.
Somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly morphed into something deeper. Something that felt a lot like love.
George’s POV
The Austrian GP was finally here, and George couldn’t shake the nervous excitement he felt knowing Y/N would be watching him live from the paddock. He had invited her to the race weeks ago, and now it was happening. After arriving at the circuit, George quickly texted her:
George: Hey! You here? I’ll come get you.
A few moments later, he spotted her in the paddock, looking effortlessly chic in her Mercedes team pass, smiling when she saw him. He guided her through the chaos of the paddock and into the serene comfort of the Mercedes hospitality suite.
“Welcome to my world,” George said with a grin.
Y/N beamed back. “This is insane! Everything looks so different in person.”
They spent the pre-race together, George showing her around, explaining the details of what went on behind the scenes, and making sure she was comfortable.
“Good luck out there,” Y/N whispered, as he headed to his car. She didn’t realize how much she truly cared for him until she saw the determination in his eyes. The feelings that had slowly bloomed over the weeks felt undeniably real now.
The lights went out, and the Austrian GP was underway. George drove like a man possessed—each lap faster, smoother, more precise. Y/N watched from the Mercedes suite, her heart pounding with every corner he took. It was a fierce race, with George battling for the top spot. And then, in a thrilling final lap, he overtook his rival, crossing the finish line first.
Cheers erupted around the track, but George’s eyes immediately searched for her. As the podium celebrations began, champagne spraying everywhere, he stood at the top, a wide grin on his face. His gaze never left Y/N. In that moment, he wasn’t just celebrating the win—he was sharing it with her.
The celebration was in full swing. Music pulsed through the club, and George couldn’t keep his eyes off her—not that he even tried. They had been glued to each other since the moment they stepped inside. With every beat of the music, every sway of her body next to his, George felt the tension between them build.
Y/N was radiant, her energy infectious as they danced together, their movements synced as if they had done this a hundred times before. There were other people around them, fellow drivers, friends, and fans, but to George, the room had blurred into a haze. It was just them. Every laugh, every smile, every brush of her skin against his sent a jolt through him.
At one point, she leaned into his ear to say something, her breath warm against his skin. He couldn’t even remember what she said, just the way her voice made his heart race. They moved together on the dance floor, effortlessly, like they had done this all their lives.
As the night wore on, neither could bear to leave the other’s side. They were locked in this invisible pull, their bodies close, their hands occasionally brushing. It felt like the world outside didn’t exist—just the two of them, wrapped up in the magic of the night.
On their way back to George’s condo, the car ride was quiet, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken words. Y/N glanced at him every now and then, a soft smile playing on her lips, and George couldn’t help but grin back.
As the car pulled up to his place and Y/N reached for the door handle, George, feeling the weight of the moment, decided to take a leap. He cleared his throat and with a small, mischievous grin, said, “Ramyeon meokgo gallae?” in his best, slightly awkward, British-accented Korean.
Y/N froze for a second, her hand pausing on the door, before she burst into laughter. “Did you just…?”
He chuckled, his face warm. “Yeah, I thought I’d give it a try.”
She shook her head, still laughing softly. “You’re adorable.”
The tension that had been building all night finally cracked, and as Y/N smiled at him, George knew that whatever happened next would change everything. She stepped back inside the car, shutting the door behind her, and leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling.
And from there, the rest was history.
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@alex_albon really the person who burned the water
@jenaissante this girl is down bad
@lilymhe u are coming to williams garage next time and that's final
Hiii! Can i ask you to make a one shot where Alexandra and Rebecca (no hate for them obvi) are jealous of Lando's girlfriend because she is loved by all drivers or because their boyfriends do not pda like Lando.
You can make 2 one shots if you don't want to make this two together.
(Ps Lando is very in love with his girlfriend and she is the bestfriend of the 2 Lilys)
Please please please make one of this, i requested this at other 2 blog and they don't make it...🥲🥲🥲
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Jealousy, Jealousy
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The paddock was alive with the usual buzz before the race, drivers and teams preparing for the day ahead but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, one that only a few could feel, and Alexandra and Rebecca were the ones most attuned to it. They exchanged a glance as they observed the scene in front of them.
She stood in the center of a group of drivers, a smile on her face as she laughed at something Daniel Ricciardo had just said. Lando stood next to her, his arm slung casually around her waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin as they exchanged whispered words.
The energy between them was palpable, and it wasn’t just the fact that Lando Norris was openly in love with his girlfriend. He was always touchy with her, always affectionate in a way that had begun to make waves in the paddock. It was how he wasn’t shy about showing it. He kissed her forehead in front of the cameras, pulled her close in the middle of interviews, and made sure the world knew she was his, every single moment of the day.
The other drivers—Max, Charles, George, and even Lewis—often looked on with a mix of admiration and amusement. It was no secret that she was well-loved among them. She was funny, smart, and always had a way of making everyone feel comfortable. But for Alexandra and Rebecca, it was something more.
It was the way she was loved.
Alexandra crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "I just don’t get it," she muttered, half to herself, half to Rebecca, who was standing a few paces away.
Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Alexandra nodded toward her, who was now wrapped in Lando’s arms, their heads close together as they whispered something to each other. "Her," Alexandra said, bitterness creeping into her tone. "She’s just… everywhere. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger. Look at Lando—he’s obsessed with her and then there’s the Lilys, always around her too. It’s like… the entire paddock just revolves around her."
Rebecca snorted, a sound that was more dismissive than anything else. "Right? And don’t even get me started on how they act around her. It’s like… she’s their golden girl or something. When’s the last time you saw a driver act like that with us? I can’t even remember the last time Carlos did anything remotely close to that in public."
Alexandra's eyes flickered to the side, where Lando stood with his arms crossed, talking to Pierre. He wasn’t touching her, wasn’t even looking her way. For the briefest moment, she felt the sting of that distance. It wasn’t anything new, but seeing Lando and her so effortlessly affectionate only highlighted it more.
"We should try that," Rebecca muttered, though there was no real enthusiasm in her voice. "You know, public displays of affection. Maybe they'd wake up and realize we’re here, too."
Alexandra shook her head. "It’s not just that. It’s the way everyone loves her. It’s like they can’t help themselves and not just the drivers—fans too. Have you seen how they go on about her on social media? She’s everywhere."
Rebecca’s lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced over at her again, catching her laughing with Lando. Her jealousy was palpable, but she wasn’t about to admit it out loud. "She’s not even that special. I mean, come on. What makes her so great?"
Alexandra shrugged, her eyes still locked on her and Lando. "I don’t know. It’s like she’s this perfect little package—smart, pretty, always so bubbly, and then Lando just makes it worse by acting like she’s his world. No one else has it like that."
Rebecca let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "It’s so over the top. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to prove something."
They both watched as Lando whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle and swat at his arm. The way she responded—it wasn’t just affection; it was an ease, a comfort that was so natural, it made everything else around them seem almost forced.
Alexandra's fingers curled into her arms, and she bit her lip. "I don’t think I’ll ever understand it."
Rebecca’s gaze turned to her once again, and she couldn’t deny the envy that bubbled up inside her. It wasn’t just about the PDA—it was about everything. She had somehow become the center of it all, and it made her want to scream.
"I hate how they just... have it. They’re the couple everyone roots for, and we’re just… us."
Alexandra tilted her head toward her friend, noting the tone in her voice. "You think we could be that? Like, with our boyfriends?"
Rebecca considered it for a moment, her jaw tightening. "I don’t know. Maybe we’re just not as... perfect as she is."
A silence fell over them, thick and unspoken, both women lost in their own thoughts. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was frustration. The attention she seemed to effortlessly attract, the love she garnered without even trying, was a sharp reminder of their own struggles in relationships, of the distance they felt from the men they loved.
Meanwhile, she was completely unaware of the undercurrents brewing around her. Her attention was fixed solely on Lando, the way his fingers lightly traced over her hand, how his eyes sparkled when they met hers. It was like they were in their own little world, and for a brief moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
The Lilys were nearby, laughing and sharing some inside joke they all had together, their connection obvious. Everyone was captivated by her, and it was as if nothing could break the siren spell she had cast over the entire grid.
Lando leaned down, whispering something else in her ear. She blushed, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The intimacy between them was so apparent, so natural, that it almost felt like everyone else had faded into the background. Their connection wasn’t just public—it was inescapable, unavoidable.
She smiled, blissfully content in her little bubble, unaware that for some, her happiness was the very thing they longed for.
Rebecca glanced sideways at Alexandra again, her voice low but laced with frustration. "Do you think she knows? How much do they all... love her?"
Alexandra’s voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "I don’t know. She probably doesn’t even realize how much it affects us. How it feels like we’re invisible sometimes."
"Right," Rebecca agreed. "Like we’re just... not enough."
Lando and her casual affection didn’t go unnoticed by others. Even in the rare moments when they weren’t physically touching, there was an undeniable pull between them. A few drivers who were in earshot exchanged knowing glances, but the attention they received didn’t seem to faze Lando. He was completely immersed in her, and she, in turn, was absorbed in him.
As the race preparations continued, Alexandra and Rebecca found themselves watching, more entranced by the affection between Lando and her than they’d like to admit. The jealousy wasn’t just about public displays—it was the constant reminder that their own relationships never quite measured up. The way Lando made her feel seen, adored, cherished—none of them had ever felt that way in the same way.
Alexandra sighed and straightened, breaking the silence. "I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to be jealous of her but I can’t help it."
Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, her gaze still fixed on the couple in front of them. It was a deep, quiet pain that neither of them had been able to shake off since they’d first noticed how much attention she attracted. They weren’t just jealous of her relationship—they were jealous of the ease with which she made it all look.
"Do you think we could ever be like them?" Alexandra asked, her voice low, tinged with both hope and uncertainty.
Rebecca shifted on the bench, crossing her arms. "What do you mean? You mean... them? PDA-ing everywhere and making everyone uncomfortable?"
Alexandra bit her lip, glancing over at the couple. "Not exactly but... you know. The way they are with each other. They make everyone around them feel like they’re the only two people in the world. It just... it feels real, right?"
Rebecca looked skeptical, her brow furrowing as she glanced at her boyfriend, Carlos Sainz, who was deep in conversation with a few other drivers. "Maybe, but I don’t think we could do that. It’s not... us. Besides, our boyfriends don’t act like Lando. You know how Carlos is—he’s always so reserved. I mean he’s goofy but still reserved."
Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting toward Charles Leclerc, who was at the other end of the paddock, talking to a few mechanics. She tried to imagine them in the same scenario—Lando and her, so open and carefree and then Charles, who kept his emotions locked tight behind a mask of calm.
"Yeah, I know but that doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I mean, we’re always playing the cool, collected girlfriend act. Maybe it’s time for a change."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You want us to try and do what they’re doing? Be all touchy-feely and PDA-y, like we’ve got something to prove?"
Alexandra’s voice softened as she thought about it, her gaze lingering on Charles, who was now smiling at something one of the engineers had said. "I just... I want to feel seen. Like they do. Lando makes it so obvious how much he loves her. And I know that’s not everything, but sometimes I wish Charles would do more. He’s... distant, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s because I’m not enough."
Rebecca’s lips pressed together. She had the same insecurities but wasn’t quite ready to admit them aloud. "I know what you mean. All Carlos does is hold my hand to walk me through the paddock, sometimes not at all. I feel like I’m just a trophy girlfriend to him when we’re at the track but when he’s with the other drivers, it’s like he’s a completely different person."
There was a pause, both women lost in their thoughts. They both knew their boyfriends loved them in their own way but there was something about the attention and affection Lando and her shared that felt so undeniable, so effortless, and it made them feel as though their relationships were somehow lacking.
Alexandra stood up abruptly. "You know what? Let’s just do it. Let’s go over there, act like we mean it, and see how they respond. We need to show them we can be just as affectionate. We’ll be the ones everyone talks about."
Rebecca hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of frustration and longing was enough to push her forward. "Alright. Let’s try it."
They approached Carlos and Charles, who were now standing together near a quiet corner of the paddock. The sight of them standing side by side made Alexandra and Rebecca feel a little more confident. If they could just find the courage to replicate what they had seen in her and Lando’s relationship, they might finally feel seen.
"Hey," Alexandra said, her voice just a little too high-pitched as she approached Charles. She leaned in, placing a hand on his shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Charles gave her a small smile but didn’t move, his posture still stiff. "Hey, everything okay?"
"Yeah," Alexandra replied, forcing a smile. "I just thought... maybe we could have a little more fun today. You know, like, just let go a little. It’s not all about the race, right?"
Before Charles could respond, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. The move was clumsy, too forced, and Charles immediately stiffened under her touch. He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable.
"Alex, baby," he began, his voice hesitant. "What are you doing?"
"Just... you know, being affectionate," she said quickly, trying to make it sound casual. "Lando and Y/n do it all the time."
Charles’s eyes flickered to Lando and her, who were now in the midst of another affectionate exchange. He looked back at Alexandra, a little unsure of what to do next.
"I don’t think that’s really... necessary," he said, his tone soft but firm. "I’m not... I’m not really into all that PDA. You know that."
Alexandra’s smile faltered as she tried to read his expression. "But don’t you want to show people we’re together? Like... like them?"
Charles ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape. "We don’t need to prove anything to anyone, Alex. I’m with you. That’s enough."
Alexandra felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, trying to show more affection would change something, but it only seemed to make Charles pull further away.
Meanwhile, Rebecca had attempted the same with Carlos, trying to get him to wrap an arm around her waist. But Carlos, too, had stiffened under her touch. "Rebecca, I don’t think this is a good idea," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a little hesitant. "You know I’m not a big fan of doing this in public."
"But why not?" Rebecca asked, almost desperate. "Why can’t we just act like we’re in love the way Lando and Y/n do? Why does it have to be so complicated?"
Carlos looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the attention they were starting to gather. "We’re in a race paddock, Rebecca. We don’t need to put on a show."
The words hit harder than she expected. It wasn’t that Carlos didn’t love her; she knew he did. But the kind of affection she craved—the public displays, the hand-holding, the constant reassurance—was something he couldn’t give her. Not in the way she needed.
Both Alexandra and Rebecca pulled away, feeling the weight of their failed attempts to recreate something they had seen in her relationship. It wasn’t that they wanted to be them; it was just that they wanted to feel loved—seen and acknowledged in the same way.
They stood in silence for a few moments, the awkwardness between them thickening, as they realized that maybe their relationships just weren’t built the same way as theirs was.
"I guess... I guess some things just aren’t meant to be forced," Alexandra muttered, her voice soft.
Rebecca nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah. I guess."
The words were left hanging in the air as they turned to walk away, each woman reflecting on the differences in their relationships. Despite their insecurities, they knew deep down that love didn’t always look the same. But for just a moment, the girls couldn’t help but wish for love that was as obvious as the one her and Lando shared.
Once the race was over, the usual post-race celebrations had begun to wind down. The paddock was buzzing with the energy of success and disappointment, but for Alexandra and Rebecca, there was a quiet weight that hung between them. They had both tried to force something that wasn’t there, and now they found themselves standing in the shadows of the team garages, the crowd around them a world away.
Alexandra leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, her eyes cast downward. She had hoped that showing more affection would somehow change things, but it had only made her feel worse. The uncomfortable silence that followed her attempt at PDA with Charles lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she was the one in the wrong. Maybe she had expected too much.
Rebecca stood beside her, arms folded tightly across her chest as if she were protecting herself. The tension in her posture mirrored Alexandra’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
"You know," Alexandra finally said, breaking the silence, her voice low and hesitant, "I thought I could change things. I thought... if I just showed Charles that I wanted more of what her and Lando have, things would feel different. But now it just feels... forced. Like I’m trying too hard."
Rebecca didn’t look at her, but she could hear the vulnerability in her friend’s voice. It made her realize that she had been holding onto her own feelings for far too long.
"I get it," Rebecca said softly. "I tried to do the same with Carlos. I thought maybe if I was more like them, more open, more... affectionate, he’d finally see me the way I want him to. But all I got was awkwardness." She exhaled sharply, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I feel like I’m invisible when I’m around him sometimes. Like I’m just... there. But not really there, you know?"
Alexandra nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of the unspoken emotions she had kept hidden. "Yeah. I feel the same way with Charles. He’s so distant. I know he loves me, but I just want him to show it more. To... want to show it. I want to feel special. But when I try to get close, it’s like I’m pushing him away."
Rebecca shifted uncomfortably, finally turning to face her friend. "It’s not like I’m asking Carlos to be Lando, but... sometimes I just want to know he cares. I want him to make me feel... wanted. But it always feels like he’s holding back. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."
Alexandra looked at her, her heart aching with empathy. "You’re not doing anything wrong, Rebecca. I think... maybe we’ve been measuring our relationships against something else—against her and Lando, against what everyone else seems to have. But... maybe what we have isn’t supposed to look like theirs."
The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Alexandra felt the tension begin to loosen in her chest. "I just wanted to be seen, you know? Like... really seen. Not just as the girlfriend, but as someone who matters to them, the way they matter to us."
Rebecca let out a quiet breath, a mixture of relief and sadness. "I think we all want that. But maybe we’re looking for it in the wrong places. Maybe Charles and Carlos... they show us they care in ways we don’t always notice because we’re too busy looking for something else. Something we think we need."
Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting to the empty space around them. "It’s hard. Especially when you see what Lando and her have. They just... make it look so easy. So perfect. And it makes you wonder if you’re just not enough. If maybe they’re right to be so out there, but maybe we just need something more... personal. More quiet."
Rebecca thought for a moment, her gaze now fixed on the ground. "Yeah. I don’t need Carlos to be Lando, and I don’t need Charles to be that way either. I think I just need them to show me... in their own way... that I’m not invisible. That I matter. Even if it’s not perfect like them."
"Exactly," Alexandra said quietly. "We just need to stop comparing our relationships to theirs. It’s not fair to anyone. Not to them, and not to us."
They started walking through the paddock in silence.
"You think they know how much they’ve made us feel this way?" Rebecca asked, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.
Alexandra shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I don’t think they have a clue."
Rebecca laughed, a sound that was light and free, a welcome release from the tension that had built up over the past few days. "Well, I’m glad I'm not the only one who feels like this," she said with a wink. "Maybe it’s time to stop trying to be something we’re not. And maybe we can just... be with them the way we are. No forced PDA. No comparisons."
Alexandra smiled fully now, the weight lifting from her chest as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah. No more pretending. Let’s just... be us. And if they love us, it’s going to be enough."
Rebecca placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You know, I think we’re going to be okay."
"Yeah," Alexandra replied, her voice firm with newfound conviction. "We will be."
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Kelly Piquet
The harbor at Yas Marina glowed like a jewelry box. Neon reflections danced across the water from the yachts docked along the promenade, voices and music bleeding into the warm night air like perfume.
Inside one of the larger yachts — privately rented by a sponsor with more money than taste — the mood was something between effortless luxury and soft chaos. The music pulsed low, cocktails in crystal glasses were passed around, and everyone looked like they belonged in a Vogue spread.
She stood near the back of the upper deck, leaning slightly against the railing, sipping from a glass of still water. Her dress was deep green, silk, and subtle — cut just right, the kind that didn’t scream for attention but always got it anyway. Her hair was twisted up in a way that suggested zero effort, but wasn’t. A soft breeze lifted a few loose strands as she looked out toward the dark sea.
She was waiting for Lando to come back — he’d disappeared five minutes ago to talk to someone from McLaren. She didn’t mind the pause. She liked watching people when they didn’t know they were being watched.
That’s when Kelly approached.
Not directly — not rudely either. Just a quiet, graceful arrival, a flute of champagne in hand, her walk slow and measured across the deck. She wore a backless navy dress, hair slicked into a bun, and looked — as always — like she belonged in three places at once: a Monaco villa, a fashion week front row, and a post-race celebration.
“Y/n, right?” Kelly’s voice was low, clipped, but polite.
She turned, a blink of surprise crossing her features before she composed herself with a soft smile. “Yes. and Kelly?”
They shook hands — briefly, cleanly. No fake kiss on the cheek. Just mutual acknowledgement.
“I’ve been meaning to say hello,” Kelly continued. “Max talks about Lando a lot. And you... sort of became the paddock’s best-kept secret overnight.”
She smiled at that, amused. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything secret. I just prefer… quiet entrances.”
Kelly’s eyes flickered — amused or assessing, it was hard to tell. “That’s rare around here.”
They stood for a moment, side by side, the soft clink of glasses and murmured laughter behind them.
“I liked your lap video,” Kelly said suddenly. “The one with Lando.”
She let out a quiet, half-horrified laugh. “Oh God. That’s going to follow me forever, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” Kelly said, tilting her glass. “And you using his middle name was amusing.”
She playfully rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. “He deserved it. He hit that corner like he was trying to access another dimension.”
Kelly took a sip of champagne, studying her out of the corner of her eye. She was graceful, but unpolished — not in a bad way. No forced giggles to blend in, no PR-trained phrases. She wasn’t performing. That made Kelly pause.
“So… you dance, right? Professionally?”
“I did,” She said. “Not so much anymore, but I try to take classes when I can and touring when my company wants a quick buck.”
“And this?” Kelly gestured faintly toward the harbor, the paddock just beyond it. “This has to be completely different from what you're used to?”
“It is. But I love him,” she said simply. “So I’m willing to figure out how to exist in his world without losing mine.”
Kelly actually blinked at that. It wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t self-aggrandizing. Just... honest.
Most women, especially in this environment, didn't say things like that. They played the game or pushed against it. She didn’t seem interested in either and Kelly respected that.
“Well,” Kelly said after a pause, offering her hand again, “it’s good to finally meet you.”
She shook it. “Likewise.”
Lando appeared a few minutes later, slipping an arm around her waist and murmuring something low in her ear. She smiled at whatever it was and leaned slightly into him, effortlessly.
Kelly watched them for a second, then turned to rejoin Max on the other side of the deck.
She didn’t envy her — no. Kelly understood something about her now that she hadn’t expected to. She wasn’t here to prove anything.
She was just here to be and support.
Kelly knew she would fit right in.
Francisca “kika” Gomes
The terrace buzzed quietly — VIPs mingling under wide umbrellas, drinks sweating against crystal glasses, the low rumble of race cars still echoing from the track below. The chaos of qualifying had died down, replaced by that brief lull before the media blitz and sponsor dinners.
Kika stood near the railing, half-listening to one of Pierre’s engineers explaining something she didn’t care to listen to. She politely and mindlessly nodded, sipped her spritz, and let her eyes wander.
The rhythm of a race weekend. The polite nods, the glittering people who smiled too hard. She’d learned how to keep her guard up — how to spot when people are being too fake with her or the other wags, also when people who are here for a quick photo for instagram and couldn’t care less about any of the drivers except for Lewis.
Kikas eyes stopped on her, she was standing near the back corner of the terrace, facing away from the crowd.
She wasn’t anything Kika expected, especially from her status. She wasn’t loud or camera-hungry. She was just there and yet she got all the attention.
She dressed like she didn’t care about being noticed — oversized sunglasses pushed up into her hair, black baggy jorts and a cropped Mclaren top, dog tag necklaces layered over her collarbones. She leaned against the glass, sipping something iced from a paper cup, head tilted toward Lando, who stood next to her in full team gear, smiling like he wasn’t even aware he was smiling.
They looked like people who didn’t need to explain anything to each other.
And that — that — intrigued Kika.
Kika watched them for a few seconds. Lando looked relaxed. More than that — at ease. He leaned in when he spoke, eyes crinkling at something she said, and Kika caught the faint sound of her laugh — quiet, low, real.
There was something about her that made Kika want to say hello. Not out of politeness. Just... curiosity. Kika convinced Pierre to walk with her.
“Hey,” Lando said when they approached, spotting Kika first. “Hey Kika, this is Y/n.” he said as Pierre pulled Lando into a bro-like hug.
She turned to Kika, warm but unreadable. She didn’t offer an air-kiss or a perfectly timed smile. Just a simple, “Hi,” and her hand outstretched to shake.
Kika took it. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
Her voice was calm. Even. She didn’t fill the space with chatter or apologies. She didn’t seem interested in faking her personality. Kika respected that.
Pierre stepped away a moment later to greet someone else, and Lando followed him — leaving the two women alone by the railing.
They stood in silence for a few moments. Not awkward. Just letting the noise settle.
“You’ve been to many races?” Kika asked eventually.
She shook her head. “A few. I’m still figuring it all out.”
“You seem comfortable.”
Her mouth tilted up. “Comfortable and understanding are two different things.”
Kika laughed lightly. “Fair.”
They both looked out at the track, the sun stretching the shadows across the asphalt.
“You like it?” Kika asked.
She paused, considering. “I like the parts in between. Before the race. After it’s over.”
Kika nodded. She understood that.
She glanced sideways at her. “You’ve been around longer than I have.”
“A bit.”
“Does it ever stop feeling so… big?”
Kika smiled faintly. “Not really. But it gets easier to tune it all out.”
She nodded slowly, like she appreciated the honesty.
There was something steady about her. Quietly grounded, not trying to take up space — but not shrinking from it either.
“I’m glad we finally met,” Kika said, sincerely.
She looked at her for a second, then smiled. “Me too.”
Later that night, when Pierre asked what she thought of her, Kika didn’t hesitate.
“She’s cool,” she said simply, tying her hair up.
“I think we’ll get along.”
And she meant it.
Carmen Montero Mundt
Carmen had gotten good at being unbothered.
You have to be when you’re dating a Formula 1 driver. Especially one like George — polite, polished, endlessly well-spoken, but still... on display. Cameras, fans, whispers, the occasional awkwardly framed headline.
She’d learned how to blend in just enough — offer the right smile, say the right thing, wear sunglasses that made you unreadable but still “present.”
But today, Carmen was a little on edge. Not because of George or the upcoming qualifying.
Because she was here.
Not just “here” in the paddock but here, in the same lounge, a few feet away, sitting with her Mac and a notebook open, on a black leather sofa like she'd dropped out of a Pinterest board and couldn’t care less.
Carmen had seen her before, obviously. She wasn’t blind nor immune to the internet.
Carmen had also seen the fan threads. The shipping. The slow-burn speculation about her and Lando. The way people spoke about her like she was both an enigma and their emotional support k-drama lead.
Now, here she was in real life.
Wearing wide-leg jeans, with vintage dior heels and a strapless sweetheart top, and a vintage leather Lotus F1 jacket. Landos Mclaren necklace mixing with her own. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, light makeup. She looked beautiful even when it seemed like she wasn’t trying at all.
George had gone off to film something with Sky Sports awhile ago, leaving Carmen with her second coffee and too much silence.
She caught her eye first and to her surprise smiled. A genuine, not-too-big, not-too-performative smile. Not the “I know you’re watching me” smile Carmen had expected from someone with millions of fans and a chokehold on Lando Norris.
Just a normal girl's girl smile. Friendly and inviting.
Carmen stood and started approaching her. ‘I’m being normal, I’m being calm, I’m being curious.’ she said to herself in her head.
“Hi,” She said before Carmen could. “You’re George’s girlfriend, Carmen, right?” Her voice was so soft. Softer than Carmen imagined. Not meek, just measured.
“I am,” Carmen said. “And you’re...very brave for doing that lap with Lando.”
She laughed. “Oh, thank you.”
They shook hands. Brief but solid. Carmen sat across from her.
There was a moment — just a blink — where Carmen thought she might shift, go guarded, maybe even cold. But instead, she did the opposite.
“You look great, by the way,” she said, eyes flicking to Carmen’s outfit — cream trousers, navy blouse, Cartier watch. “Effortlessly chic. I’m making mental notes as I speak.”
Carmen blinked. That wasn’t what she expected. She smiled despite herself. “That’s funny. I was thinking the same about you. That jacket is dangerously good.”
SHe grinned, leaning back into the sofa. “It was my mom’s. Shee was a Lotus fan.” No flexing. Just... a distant memory.
They talked. About nothing big at first — espresso quality in different paddocks, the weirdest media request their partners had received, how she had accidentally insulted a McLaren engineer by calling brake dust “glitter.”
And somewhere between the second joke and the third shrug, Carmen realized something:
She wasn’t trying to be impressive. She wasn’t trying to command the room.
She was just watching. Not from a place of coldness — but observation. She moved like a dancer even in stillness — aware of space, of posture, of people. Controlled, but never stiff.
Carmen had met plenty of “it girls.” but she didn’t feel like that. She felt like someone who’d seen too much to waste time pretending.
“Everyone told me you were intimidating,” Carmen said at one point, half-laughing.
She raised an eyebrow. “Everyone?”
“George,” Carmen clarified. “And a few of the other girls in the paddock. They said you were impossible to read.”
“And what do you think?” she asked, sipping her macha latte, eyes steady.
Carmen paused. Then said honestly, “I think you just don’t waste energy explaining yourself.”
She tilted her head. “That’s generous.”
“No, it’s just accurate.”
She smiled — slower this time, but real. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looked down for a moment, like she hadn’t expected that.
Before Carmen could say more, Lando appeared— hair damp, team shirt half-buttoned, eyes bright.
“There she is,” he said, dropping beside her like he always belonged there. “Did you behave while I was gone?”
“She didn’t even threaten to drive today,” Carmen said dryly.
She looked at Lando. “I like her.”
Lando grinned. “Told you.”
Carmen realized their relationship wasn’t just a trend or one of Lando’s phases or even a public moment waiting to end. Whatever this was between them... it was rooted and growing.
Later that night, Carmen would tell George over dinner:
“She’s not what I expected. But she’s exactly what he needs.”
Alexandra Saint Mleux
The boutique was small — hidden halfway up a hill in Monaco, behind a rusted iron gate covered in jasmine vines. There was no sign outside. Just a brass buzzer and a single name etched into the wall in barely-there serif font: R.MARET.
Inside, it was quiet and cool, all pale stone and soft piano, the kind of place where fabrics were displayed like art and conversations never rose above a murmur. The scent of cedar and orange blossom lingered faintly in the air.
She stepped inside in a Balmain tweed pearl mini dress with black lace tights, Mach & Mach bow satin pumps, baby pony 01 jentle salon sunglasses perched on her head and a Prada purse.
Even since she moved to Monaco she somehow avoided the chaos of cameras and fan accounts — mostly thanks to Lando’s early morning training and her strategic tendency to disappear during peak hours.
She was flipping through a rack of raw silk skirts when the bell from the entrance rang, followed by the soft tap of heels echoed from the entrance.
She looked up — and there she was.
Alexandra Saint Mleux. Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend, art history student, and walking embodiment of a French Vogue editorial.
Tall, poised, with that quiet ease she had only seen in women who truly didn’t care who was watching. She wore a linen dress the color of antique paper and simple leather sandals. Her dark hair was twisted up loosely, a strand falling near her cheek like it had been placed there by design.
At her feet, a small golden retriever trotted in eagerly, leash trailing behind. He made a beeline straight for her.
She crouched down instinctively. “Well, hello,” she murmured as the dog licked her fingers, tail wagging hard enough to thump against the leg of the display table.
Alexandra’s laugh — light, accented — floated across the space. “Leo,” she said fondly. “He’s... selective with people. But he’s chosen you, clearly.”
She looked up. “Leo, huh? Like the sign or the king?”
Alexandra smiled. “Both. Charles says he thinks he’s royalty.”
“Typical man,” she said with a grin, still scratching behind the dog’s ear. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”
“I know,” Alexandra said, and then added quickly, “Not in a weird way — just, the paddock is small. And I’ve seen you on the McLaren feed.”
She stood, brushing off her hands. “And you’re... extremely good at being casually elegant in 80-degree heat.”
Alexandra let out a soft laugh. “My secret is to never sit down and never eat bread.”
She gave her a mock gasp. “Unacceptable. Fashion and bread are both sacred.”
“I make an exception for focaccia,” Alexandra said, eyes gleaming.
They wandered the boutique together with Leo — not forced, not performative. Just women who understood the language of fabric and form, of silhouettes and texture. They didn’t talk about F1. Not at first. They talked about old Mugler corsetry, the tragic genius of Galliano’s Dior, and how both of them had considered stealing vintage coats from stylists’ closets.
Alexandra gently held a backless navy dress up to her frame. “You could wear this on the pit wall and no one would notice the cars.”
She scoffed. “If I wear that on the pit wall, Lando will drive into a barrier.”
“Then maybe you should,” Alexandra said thoughtfully. “Ferrari needs the points.”
They burst into laughter — not performative, not overly loud. Just a shared frequency, clean and easy.
At one point, Leo came between them again, flopping dramatically on her feet with a huff. She leaned down to pet him, and Alexandra watched — her head tilted, something soft flickering behind her eyes.
She liked her.
She was... grounded. Naturally funny. Fierce in her silence. There was no competition in her, no guardedness.
By the time they stepped outside with large white bags in hand, the sun had dipped low behind the stone buildings, and she had Leo’s leash wrapped casually around her wrist.
“You’re sure Charles won’t mind if I steal his dog?”
Alexandra shrugged. “He’ll survive. Besides, Leo clearly prefers you.”
She grinned. “Smart boy.”
Alexandra looked over at her, sunlight catching the corners of her eyes. “We should do this again.”
She nodded. “Text me.”
And that was it.
Just two women in Monaco — and one dog who knew exactly who to trust.
Rebecca Donaldson
he padel club in Mallorca was almost too perfect — white stone walls, vines spilling over the sun-bleached terrace, the low hum of cicadas just audible beneath the thwack of racquets on court.
Rebecca wasn’t new to this setting — she’d spent enough off-seasons trailing behind Carlos through southern Spain to recognize the cadence of his world. She could find the nearest espresso machine in any paddock. She knew how long he’d stay after a loss, when to push, when to let him unravel quietly. She was good at reading rooms, especially when the room was full of men like Carlos.
Her, though — she was new.
Rebecca clocked her instantly. Sitting with one leg tucked under the other, oversized sunglasses perched on her face, neatly styled curls piled on her shoulders . She wasn’t on her phone. Just sipping iced tea, watching the game through the chain-link fence.
There was a dancer’s posture in the way she sat — shoulders down, neck long, like she was used to being on camera without trying to be.
Carlos had mentioned her in passing. “Lando’s girl,” he’d said once. “Pretty quiet and to herself. Funny as hell when she's open.”
But Rebecca didn’t rely on secondhand opinions.
So when she stepped up to the table under the shade of the terracotta awning, she smiled just enough. “Y/n?”
She looked up, immediately pulling her sunglasses to rest in her hair.
“Hi — sorry, I didn’t mean to take over the whole table. There was shade here.”
“No, please,” Rebecca said, setting her bottle of water down and slipping into the seat beside her. “Carlos drags me here all the time. This spot’s prime real estate.”
She grinned. “It’s my first time. I’m not sure I even understand it yet.”
“Don’t worry, the rules are fake,” Rebecca said. “They just like pretending it’s intense.”
They both turned toward the court at the same time, just in time to see Lando trip slightly trying to recover a shot, stumble, and catch himself with a laugh. Carlos didn’t even look back — just fired the ball back across the net with ruthless precision.
She winced. “He’s gonna talk about that for days.”
“Carlos already has a victory speech in mind. He’s dramatic like that.”
“Lando’s worse. He’s going to say it was sabotage. Something about the sun angle. Or maybe Carlos rigged the ball.”
Rebecca laughed — really laughed. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t polite.
There was something disarming about her. She didn’t offer much small talk. She didn’t seem to care about impressing anyone — just sat there, comfortably quiet, sipping her drink and reacting with dry commentary when necessary.
Rebecca appreciated that.
They settled into a rhythm over the next hour. A waiter brought them snacks — olives, thin slices of manchego, bread with tomato rubbed into it. They didn’t talk the whole time. Sometimes they just watched. And when they did talk, it was slow.
She asked about Rebecca’s work — her campaigns, her transition from editorial to more commercial work. And she actually listened and asked questions with genuine curiosity .
Rebecca asked about touring. About dancing. Not in the glossy, fan-interview kind of way, but curious. When she talked about the routine — the repetition, the strain, the weird loneliness of being in motion all the time — Rebecca nodded like she understood.
Because she did.
They didn’t overshare. No trauma-dumping. No fake sisterhood.
But there was ease.
When Carlos and Lando finally called it — sweaty, red-faced, Lando pointing dramatically at the scoreboard claiming a moral victory — the boys walked over, still trash-talking each other.
“You survived,” Carlos said, dropping his racquet bag with a thud beside Rebecca and kissing her on the cheek.
“Barely,” she said dryly.
“Lando almost lost a lung trying to prove a point.”
“I won the point, though,” Lando insisted, flopping into the seat beside his girlfriend. She handed him her half-melted iced tea.
“No you didn’t.”
“I emotionally won it.”
“Congratulations,” Rebecca said, taking a sip of her water. “You emotionally tied your shoes this morning too?”
Carlos cracked up.
She smirked at Rebecca over the top of her glass.
Lando blinked between them. “Wait. Are you guys friends now?”
She shrugged. “She didn’t run away.”
Rebecca leaned back, stretching out her legs under the table. “She didn’t make me talk about skincare routines and I didn’t ask her to do a TikTok. It’s the healthiest female encounter we’ve had all season.”
Carlos nodded, mock impressed. “You’re evolving.”
Rebecca liked her.
She wasn’t sizing her up, comparing outfits, pretending to bond over things they didn’t share. She sat there, watched the game, laughed when it was funny, and listened when it mattered.
There was confidence in that kind of simplicity and in this world— where everyone was always performing — that kind of woman was rare.
Lily Muni He
It happened at the Singapore Grand Prix weekend.
Not in the paddock — that would’ve been too loud, too watched. Not at some afterparty either. It was earlier in the week, on a breezy Thursday night, before the chaos really began. Alex and Lando had just wrapped media rounds, and they were both somehow starving and exhausted, the way only Formula 1 drivers can be. Lily suggested dinner at a quiet rooftop spot she'd heard about from a friend — low light, no fans, no cameras. Just views, soft music, and good food.
Lily didn’t know she would be there.
“Lando’s girlfriend,” Alex had said casually while they were climbing the stairs to the rooftop. “You know. Y/n?”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “From Blackpink?”
“Yeah.”
“The one who's been turning the paddock in a fan meet?”
Alex laughed. “That’s the one.”
Lily expected someone… intense. Dramatic. Someone who wore her fame like armor. But when they stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, She was already sitting there, legs crossed, wearing an Alex Perry satin mini dress with black tights and So Kates, sipping sparkling water from a wine glass like it was some elaborate inside joke.
She looked up when they arrived and smiled at them and that was it.
No performative “nice to meet you,” no stiff awkward hug. Just a warm, friendly expression that made Lily immediately understand why Lando kept getting caught staring at her like an idiot.
They were seated across from each other — Lando and Alex, already deep into a debate about track temperatures. Within five minutes, she leaned slightly toward Lily and whispered, “What’s the over-under on one of them saying the words ‘tire degradation’ before dessert?”
Lily snorted. “I’ll give it ten minutes.”
She tapped her glass. “I’m going five.”
They clicked instantly. There was no jockeying for attention. Familiarity, even though they’d never met.
Over dinner, they didn’t talk about the boys.
They talked about different foods. About airports. About sleeping in cars between events. About what it felt like to be seen all the time, and still feel like people only knew the edited version of you.
Lily talked about growing up between cultures — Chinese, American, golf tour families, and endless travel. She nodded, her own stories flowing in: training in Seoul, debuting on world stages at nineteen, the pressure of being both known and unknowable.
By the time dessert arrived, they were sharing it without asking. Picking off each other’s plates like they’d done it forever.
Later, while the boys argued over which karting track in Asia was best, Lily and her stood by the railing overlooking the city — skyline glittering, wind in their hair.
“You’re not what I expected,” Lily said, quiet but honest.
She tilted her head. “In a good or bad way?”
Lily smiled. “Oh, definitely a good way. You’re... calm and very funny.”
She chuckled. “People think I’m meaner than I actually am.”
“I get that.”
There was a pause — a real one, not awkward, just weighty with mutual recognition.
“I’m glad we met,” She said.
“Me too.”
Back at the hotel, curled up next to Alex, Lily scrolled through Instagram stories of the night. Someone had tagged them — a blurry shot of the four of them mid-laugh around the table.
She just looked present.
Lily smiled.
She wasn’t just another girlfriend in the paddock. She was someone real and interesting. Someone who could scream during a hot lap and then have a whole conversation about tiramisu like she wasn’t the most recognizable woman in the room.
Lily liked her. A lot, and even more than that
She respected her.
Lily Zneimer
It happened on a Friday.Free Practice had just wrapped, and the paddock was in its usual state of post-session scramble, engineers debriefing, drivers jogging back and forth with half-zipped suits, and media staff already trying to wrangle everyone into content mode.
Lily Zneimer had ducked into the McLaren motorhome for coffee. Not her usual stop, but Oscar was still in the garage and she’d been waved in by one of the media team who knew her from the GP hospitality rounds.
She slipped inside, tucked behind her sunglasses, hair up in a claw clip, and immediately found herself face-to-face with her.
Not in a fan meet kind of way. Just — there she was.
Standing by the espresso machine, fiddling with the milk frother like it had personally offended her.
She glanced up. Their eyes met.
“Oh,” she said. “Is this yours?”
Lily blinked. “No — I was just…” She trailed off. “I watched your Coachella set from like… four angles. You’re amazing.” she said, quietly.
She smiled, relaxed instantly. “Thank you. That was a blur. I almost passed out mid-bridge of ‘Forever Young’ — dehydration and rhinestones are a bad combo.”
Lily laughed. Not politely — genuinely.
“I’m Lily,” she said, stepping forward. “Oscar’s—”
“Girlfriend,” she finished with a small nod. “I know. He talks about you a lot.”
Lily’s brows rose slightly. “Really?”
she shrugged, grabbing a paper cup. “Only when I’m pretending to listen.”
They both laughed. The tension broke.
They ended up sitting down — two near-strangers in the calmest corner of a chaotic motorhome, sipping espresso out of paper cups.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d be like this,” Lily admitted.
She looked up. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Not… intimidating.”
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Were you expecting diva energy?”
“Yeah,” Lily smirked, “but I thought you’d be… more guarded.”
She took another sip of coffee. “I get that a lot.”
“But you’re easy to talk to,” Lily added, quieter now. “That’s all I meant.”
She nodded, and for a second, they just sat in silence. Just two people with overlapping lives, finding a rare bit of quiet in the middle of chaos.
She lifted her cup slightly toward Lily’s. “I’ll take that.”
From the second level of the McLaren motorhome, Lando leaned against the glass railing, arms folded, eyes scanning the paddock without much focus — until he saw them.
Her and Lily.
Sitting side by side near the back corner of the motorhome, just slightly tucked out of view, espresso cups in hand. Not stiff, not forced — actually talking. She had one foot pulled up onto her chair, shoulders relaxed. Lily was laughing at something, head tilted, all guard down.
Lando blinked like he wasn’t sure it was real.
Oscar came up behind him, nudging his shoulder. “You watching quali replays or staring at your girlfriend again?”
Lando didn’t move. “They’re talking.”
Oscar frowned. “Who?”
Lando tilted his head toward the corner. “Her. Lily.”
Oscar leaned in, following his line of sight. His eyebrows shot up. “Huh.”
“Huh?” Lando repeated.
“I thought they’d need like... a five-minute buffer and some scripted icebreakers.”
Lando exhaled through his nose. “I thought Lily might combust.”
“Same.”
“Right?”
They watched for another beat. She nudged Lily’s cup with her own, both of them smiling now — not a polite smile. A real one.
Oscar glanced at Lando. “Should we be worried?”
“Oh yeah,” Lando said. “We just lost narrative control.”
“Did we ever really have it?”
“Absolutely not.”
They both watched as Lily said something that made her shake her head, grinning — a rare, unguarded kind of grin. It was the kind of moment neither of them could stage, even if they tried.
Oscar bumped Lando lightly with his elbow. “I think they like each other.”
Lando nodded. “Which is great. Also terrifying.”
“Same time next weekend?”
“Only if there’s wine involved.”
There was something about her that stuck with lily. Not in a flashy way, not the pop star polish or the style, though both were impossible to ignore.
It was the way she moved in a space.
Comfortable but quiet. Observant. Unbothered by the fact that several mechanics had side-eyed her in disbelief earlier, like they couldn’t believe that girl was with Lando of all people.
Lily got it now.
She was warm, funny in a dry, unfussy way, and carried herself like someone who didn’t need the whole room to look at her, but it did anyway. And when it didn’t, she didn’t care.
And when she laughed?
It was like watching someone shake the fame off their shoulders for a second. Just a girl, in sneakers, sipping espresso, laughing about almost passing out on the Coachella stage.
Lily liked her.
A lot more than she expected to.
And when Oscar asked her later how it went — if meeting the mysterious Y/n L/n was weird or awkward or intimidating — Lily just smiled, took a sip of her drink, and said:
“She’s cool. No — better than cool.”
Oscar blinked. “You’re blushing.”
“Shut up.”
She hovered over the “Follow” button longer than she cared to admit. One by one, she tapped through them — both Lily's, Carmen, Alexandra, Rebecca, Kelly, Kika and finally, Lando.
Her screen stayed still for a beat after. Her PR team wouldn’t love it. Her company guidelines were clear: keep the posts clean, the accounts neutral, the mystique intact. But tonight, she didn’t care. She cared about what felt real. And this — this small, simple rebellion felt like her
And how could she not follow back all her new friends
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This is just first impressions the wags had of her/you. Of course i will build on the friendships a little more later, anyway enjoy.
Don't be a silent reader if you don’t have too leave a comment or drop a message I read them all and don't be afraid to ask anything i'm a very open.🤗
Hiii can i request a fifth member au where lando takes her on a hotlap and its just so chaotic and funny since i can imagine reader being very scared yet full of adrenaline while landonis laughing at her screaming
Hot Seat
(Requested) Lando Norris x Reader (5th Member of BLACKPINK AU)
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The McLaren media office was buzzing in that familiar off-season way — half chaos, half espresso. No race weekend panic, but enough pressure in the air to remind everyone that Formula 1 never really stopped.
Lando leaned back on the couch in a branded zip-up, sipping an oat milk latte that had gone cold an hour ago. He wasn’t really listening to the interview running in the background — some B-roll from the previous race — just tapping absentmindedly at his phone, scrolling and half-watching a pigeon outside the glass walls.
That was when Emma, head of McLaren’s digital content team, the only person who could get Lando to agree to TikTok ideas without bribery, slid into the seat next to him with the kind of mischievous smile that immediately put him on alert.
“No,” he said preemptively, eyes still on his phone.
Emma laughed. “You didn’t even hear the question.”
“I’ve known you for three years. I don’t need to.”
“Okay, but you’re going to like this one.”
He finally looked up. “Doubt it.”
Emma held up her tablet, flipping to a slide with a mock-up thumbnail for a YouTube video. Bright colors, big text, classic clickbait.
“Y/N L/N DOES A HOT LAP WITH LANDO NORRIS” 🔥 Kpop star Meets F1 Speed – Will She Survive? 🔥
Lando stared at it then looked at her. “You’re joking.”
Emma grinned. “She’s been in the paddock. The fans are obsessed with her. This would break the internet.”
“She hates attention.”
“She’s literally in BLACKPINK.”
“That’s different,” he muttered, setting his cup down. “Performing is one thing. Sitting next to me while I pretend I’m not trying to scare her to death in a fast car is another.”
Emma tapped the tablet. “It doesn’t have to be dramatic. We can shoot it clean, slow build, lots of soft moments. Let the fandom ship itself into oblivion. And honestly? You two just being you on camera would outperform any scripted segment we’ve done this year.”
Lando rubbed a hand down his face. “She’s gonna kill me if she sees that thumbnail.”
“So, she’ll say no?”
He paused. “I didn’t say that.”
Emma tilted her head. “Think she’d do it?”
Lando chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. Then shrugged.
“She might,” he said finally. Lando leaned back in his chair, chewing the inside of his cheek. “You’re serious about this?”
“As a heart attack. Or a missed braking point.”
He laughed quietly to himself, then ran a hand through his curls.
Lando didn’t answer immediately. He gave a little laugh under his breath instead. Not at her — at the idea. At how quickly his brain had already started filling in how she’d react. The shriek when he accelerated. The quiet I swear to God, if you crash this I’m haunting you she’d probably whisper through clenched teeth. The smug look he’d wear the whole time.
“I’ll ask her,”
LATER THAT NIGHT – THEIR SHARED APARTMENT
That night, Monaco was quiet — that rare window where the city almost sighed into stillness. The windows were cracked open to let in the breeze, and the living room was bathed in the dim orange glow of the streetlamp outside.
She was home before him for once, sitting cross-legged on the couch with sheet music, her precious Macbook, and a half-eaten bowl of cereal at her side, and “Pride and Prejudice” playing quietly on the TV.
Lando kicked off his shoes at the door, dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and padded into the living room, already grinning. She was on the couch, one leg tucked under her, in an oversized black crewneck that definitely wasn’t hers — probably another one that had mysteriously migrated from his side of the closet to hers.
“You’re late,” she called without looking, her voice lazy with contentment.
“Yeah,” he said, “Blame Emma.”
She looked up from her laptop as he flopped onto the couch dramatically, resting his arm over the back like he was posing for a promo photo.
“Good day at the office?” she asked
“Productive,” he said. “Didn’t crash. Only got slightly roasted by Oscar during filming.”
“A successful Tuesday,” she teased.
She shifted slightly, making room for him to tuck himself against her side. He stole a spoonful of cereal, grimaced.
“Why is it warm?”
“Because you took forty-seven years to get home.”
He rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes flicking to the TV. “Did I miss Darcy being insufferable?”
“You are Darcy.”
“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She laughed, and he let it linger for a moment before clearing his throat — casual, too casual.
He grinned. “I have a question.”
“Mhm?”
“If McLaren asked you to do a hot lap with me, like for content or whatever... what would you say?”
She stopped whatever she was doing on her laptop then turned her head just enough to give him a suspicious look. “Are they actually asking or is this you doing the thing where you pretend it’s hypothetical when it’s not?”
Lando winced. “...Yes.”
“To which part?”
“Yes.”
She groaned, dropping her head back against the couch. “Lando.”
“They’re not pressuring or anything!” he added quickly. “It was just an idea. Emma thinks it would break the internet. She made a thumbnail. You looked terrified in it.”
“Oh, great,” she deadpanned. “A pre-visualized panic attack. Love that for myself.”
He turned more toward her, arm draping across her stomach, fingers brushing lightly at the hem of her sweatshirt. “I’d drive safe. Promise.”
“Your version of safe is ‘let me brake as late as physically possible and laugh while you scream.’”
He bit back a grin. “Only with people I like.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Maybe,” he admitted. “But I thought... I dunno. Could be fun. You and me. In the car. Just vibes.”
She exhaled, studying him for a second — that soft little furrow in his brow he always got when he was trying to play it cool but really cared.
“Just one lap,” she said finally.
Lando blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Don’t make me regret it.”
He kissed her cheek immediately, grinning against her skin. “You’re gonna love it.”
“I’m going to vomit,” she corrected.
“Still content.”
“Lando.”
He kissed her again — this time on the temple — before leaning back and stealing another bite of warm cereal.
“Just think,” he said between chews. “You, me, high speeds, and Emma screaming in the media trailer because we went off-script.”
She smirked. “And if I survive, you’re doing a dance class with me.”
“yeah , yeah sure” he said mindlessly then it hit him. “Wait—what?”
“Too late,” she said sweetly. “Deal’s locked.”
THE NEXT DAY
The track was quiet when they arrived — not silent, but peaceful. The kind of early morning calm that came before engines roared and cameras clicked. A low breeze swept across the tarmac, the scent of burnt rubber still lingering from yesterday’s laps.
She stepped out of the passenger side of Lando’s lamborghini urus, her sneakers crunching against the gravel. She wore a cropped tee, baggy jeans, and sunglasses that covered most of her face. Her hair was settled on her shoulders, and she had that look, the “agreed to this but I might regret it” look.
Lando emerged from the driver’s side in black cargo pants and a hoodie with the McLaren logo on the sleeve. He was already grinning.
“Still time to back out,” he offered, tossing her a bottle of water.
She caught it, unscrewed the cap, and took a long sip. “And let you hold it over my head for the next three years? No chance.”
From the nearby pit wall, Emma and two other digital team staff watched from behind their cameras and phones, pretending to be casual but clearly vibrating with secondhand excitement.
“She doesn’t look scared,” one of them whispered.
“Because she hasn’t heard the engine yet,” the other muttered.
Lando turned to her and held out a helmet. “Ready?”
She looked at it like it was judging her. “Does it come with insurance?”
“Nope.”
“Cool.”
She took the helmet, slipping it on over her hair, letting it rest loosely on top while he fastened the chin strap for her. Lando pulled on his own and headed toward the McLaren GT car waiting near the edge of the track — low, sleek, orange. Sunlight skimmed across its surface like it knew it was going to be the main character today.
The inside of the McLaren smelled like burnt rubber, heat, and trouble.
She gripped the sides of the seat with both hands, helmet suddenly too tight, her heart already somewhere near her throat — and they hadn’t even moved yet.
Lando sat beside her in full smug mode, adjusting the wheel like this was just another Tuesday. He looked over at her, visor up, expression too calm.
“You good?”
“No,” she said instantly. “I am so far from good.”
He grinned like a menace. “Want me to play music?”
“I want you to not kill us.”
Lando pressed a button. The engine roared to life with a growl that rattled her spine.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, half-laughing, half-praying. “Is it too late to do content on gardening? Or knitting?” she quickly tried to reason
He revved it once — once — and she flinched so hard her helmet knocked the seat.
“I hate you,” she whispered. “I genuinely hate you.”
“Strap in, baby,” Lando said, already shifting them into gear. “It’s Monza time.”
They took off so fast her scream wasn’t even a sound at first — just one long exhale of panic.
The first straight was smooth. Almost suspiciously so.
Lando wasn’t pushing it — just letting her settle in, the speed creeping up, tires singing slightly as they glided over the track.
She relaxed a fraction. “Okay. Okay, this is fine. I can do this. I—”
He downshifted and dove into the first tight corner.
“JESUS CHRIST!”
Her whole body lurched. She reached for the dashboard. Lando burst out laughing.
“Why would you do that?!”
“You said it was fine!”
“I LIED. I’M A LIAR. I—OH MY GOD. Lando, honey please”
It wasn’t even that Lando was reckless. He was terrifyingly good. Every turn was precise, every brake late enough to make her question every life decision she’d ever made. He was calm. In control.
Which somehow made it worse.
“YOU’RE SMILING,” she shouted.
“I always smile when I’m having fun.”
“You’re smiling like a serial killer.” she squealed
Lando chuckled. “You’re doing great.”
“I’m not doing anything! I’M JUST SURVIVING!” she groaned, her voice getting higher with each word
He hit another corner — a tight one — and she screamed again, louder, with more emotion this time.
“LANDO CHARLES NORRIS,”
He lost it. His laughter echoed over the engine.
“You used my middle name!”
“That’s how you know I’m serious!”
Somewhere after the halfway mark, She stopped trying to process what was happening and just gave in to it — the velocity, the weightlessness through a sweeping curve, the stupid grin on Lando’s face.
“I think I’ve transcended,” she said loudly. “I’m outside my body. I’ve seen my ancestors.”
Lando shifted down again. The tires squealed.
“OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL MY EYEBALLS MOVING.”
“You wanted adrenaline, right?”
“Baby, I never said that!”
Every corner came faster than the last, and her reactions were a mix of swearing, shouting, and trying to stay upright in her seat as G-force pulled her sideways.
But what the cameras didn’t catch — or maybe they did — was the way her laughter never faded. How even while clinging to the seatbelt, she looked over at him like he was absolutely ridiculous and she loved him for it.
The final straight approached. Lando eased off — not much, but enough to let her breathe.
She was hysterical. Full laughing, full crying, nothing in between.
“I can’t believe I’m still alive,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re still licensed. I can’t believe I screamed your full name like your mom.”
“I’m never letting you forget that.”
“I will deny it”
The car rolled back into the paddock and slowed to a stop. She sat completely still for a moment, eyes squinted and mouth slightly agape, Lando popped his helmet off, his hair completely flattened and wild at the same time. “So? Final thoughts?” he asked. She slowly turned her head to look at him dead in the eye.
“I want a fully paid trip somewhere i’ve never been, how bout that.”
He grinned, keeping that in mind.
“So… next lap?”
“I think I need therapy,” she said.
He grinned. “That bad?”
“I mean,” she started, and then burst out laughing. “That was insane. You’re insane. I can’t believe people pay you to do that.”
Emma walked over, still recording on her phone, trying not to laugh herself. “So, Y/n, would you do it again?”
She looked directly at the camera, deadpan.
“Only if I’m driving.”
Lando froze. “Wait—what?”
She shoved her helmet into his chest. “Better start praying.”
YOUTUBE VIDEO COMMENTS:
@/jisoofthegrid
Lando Norris unlocking new levels of fear in her while laughing like a feral child… iconic couple behavior.
@/blinkbonfire
“I want a fully paid trip somewhere i’ve never been, how bout that.” is such a Y/n line. This girl has main character energy even when she’s screaming at 200kph 😭💅
@/roses_are_revvingnot the fact that she was genuinely terrified and still looked stunning doing it??? She is a threat to us all
@/kpopf1brainrot
Imagine going from choreographing world tours to clinging for dear life in a McLaren because your boyfriend has no chill 😭 she’s living a movie.
@/jenniesferraribabe
Blink culture is watching her literally suffer in a sports car and still commenting “slay queen 💅”
@/chaengslap
Okay but when she said “Okay. Okay, this is fine. I can do this.,” it gave 2019 comeback energy. We’ve been knowing she’s a survivor 💀💗
@/koreanracequeen
No because Lando was LAUGHING while she’s seeing God and her ancestors at once??? This man is a menace to society and her cardiovascular system.
@/blinktoktoktok
Also can we talk about how soft he looked at her after they stopped? Like yeah he just traumatized her but also he was in love. Ugh. Men like this don’t exist.
@/icecreamrevengekpop
Somebody PLEASE put “LANDO CHARLES NORRIS” on a BLACKPINK tour tee or I’ll do it myself. Solo merch now. LandoY/n world domination.
@/bpworldarchive
You can tell she trusts him so much, even while screaming. That’s not just adrenaline. That’s ride-or-die girlfriend energy. We stan a woman with nerves of titanium and a clown of a boyfriend 🫡💗
@/f1obsessedgirl
Not her screaming “LANDO CHARLES NORRIS” like she’s his disappointed mother 😭😭😭 I’m crying.
@/tracksidewitch
She didn’t just go for the middle name. She went for the soul. That’s a woman fighting for her life.
@/drsdramaqueen
The way Lando was LAUGHING while she was having a spiritual experience in the passenger seat 😭💀
@/kimchiandcarbonfiber
Her: screaming in fear
Lando: “Haha she’s thriving.”
Psychopath energy.
@/prettypitcrew
Can we talk about how they were both fully in casual clothes, no race suits, no overproduction — just ✨vibes and terror✨
@/no_context_mclaren
I love them so much, I can't put into words, WE NEED MORE LANDO AND Y/N CONTENT. Oh and oscar and lily too
@/hotlapsandhighheels
I’ve never shipped something so violently. She’s unhinged in the passenger seat, and he’s laughing like a 12-year-old on a roller coaster. True love.
@/mclarensmutbrain (unwell)
Not to be dramatic but if my future husband doesn’t drive like that while I scream his full government name, I don’t want it.
@/dancefloordrs
She screamed like she saw the light, and then five seconds later she was laughing like she’d do it again. That’s ✨peak adrenaline junkie girlfriend✨ behavior.
@/charlesleclouts
Can we get a Lando hot lap with Charles next so we can compare who screams more? Because she might have him beat 😭😭😭
@/softfory/nlando
The way she said “LANDO CHARLES NORRIS” with her whole chest??? Give this woman her own Mclaren merch line.
@/helmetcamfan69
This video is on replay. WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE TOGETHER
@/tracksidegfenergy
Honestly the most realistic relationship content I’ve ever seen. Full panic. Full love. She hated every second and trusted him anyway 🧡
TEXTS TO LANDO AFTER THE HOT LAP VIDEO DROPS
Carlos Sainz
Chilli con queso:
bro
BRO
she said your full name like she was filing a police report 😭😭
Chilli con queso:
I’ve never heard someone sound so betrayed in a hot lap video besides me of couse
Soy Lago:
She lived
Chilli con queso:
Barely 😭
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George Russell
Regina George:
Is that the first time a woman’s screamed your name in fear or
Lando no rizz:
Blocked.
Regina George:
Just saying, the G-forces weren’t the only thing slapping her
Lando no rizz:
GEORGE.
Regina George:
ok ok I’m done 😭
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Daniel Ricciardo
KI KI KI RAH RAH:
Mate I just watched that hot lap video
KI KI KI RAH RAH:
You are a MENACE
KI KI KI RAH RAH:
“I want a fully paid trip somewhere I've never been, how ‘bout that.” has entered my daily vocabulary
Little shit:
You should’ve seen her before the lap. Dead silent. Like a woman preparing for battle.
KI KI KI RAH RAH:
I would’ve cried. You’re braver than me.
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Charles Leclerc
Lord Percerval:
Mon dieu
Lord Percerval:
She used your middle name??
Lord Percerval:
I’m sending that audio to your future children
Landino:
Delete this number.
Lord Percerval:
Too late. It’s my new text tone.
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Alex Albon
Mr. round the outside:
Why does she scream better than half the horror movies I’ve seen
Last Lap Lando:
Natural talent
Mr. round the outside:
Lily said she’s the new team radio queen
Mr. round the outside:
She’s got more iconic one-liners than me and Lily combined
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Lewis Hamilton
Sir Lewis 🐐:
Just saw the vid. She handled that better than most rookies 😄
Sir Lewis 🐐:
Tell her she’s got guts. Real ones.
Lando Norris:
I will. She’s still recovering 💀
Sir Lewis 🐐:
She’s a real one. Keep hold of that.
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Oscar Piastri
Oscar pastry:
This video just came up on my feed
Oscar pastry:
You laughed the entire time while she was legit fighting for her life
Just Lando:
That’s how we bond
Oscar pastry:
Tell her I said respect. I’d never get in a car with you after that
Just Lando:
She’s still threatening me. All’s normal.
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Max Verstappen
franz hermann:
Screaming “LANDO CHARLES NORRIS”
franz hermann:
💀
franz hermann:
She unlocked a new fear level
bob:
Bet you five laps you wouldn’t survive one with her driving
franz hermann:
Deal.
franz hermann:
Wait is she actually planning that
bob:
Wouldn’t you like to know 🤨
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DOUBLE POST. I had too much fun coming up with account names for the comments and text messages . Also I don’t know Landos middle name so I just made one up 😭
