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୨ৎ : Pairing : Max Verstappen's little sister x Kimi Antonelli
୨ৎ : Sypnosis : Kimi and Y/N have been dating in secret for several months now but what happens when the paddock slowly becomes suspicious of the pair and what's Max's reaction?
୨ৎ : Pov : Third person
୨ৎ masterlist- coming soon
a/n : I am not italian, I used google translate so the italian may be wrong. There are probably some mistakes in here. This was so fun for me to write, I hope you all enjoy it x
P.S I am taking requests for fanfictions, either put your request in the comments or go to my blog and request x
The paddock had a rhythm to it.
It always had.
Engines roaring in the distance, mechanics moving like clockwork, journalists hovering for quotes, and somewhere in the middle of it all—Y/N Verstappen, the unofficial heart of it.
Nobody really knew when it started.
Maybe it was when she was little, trailing behind Max with oversized headphones and wide eyes. Or maybe it was when she grew into someone who could walk into any garage, any hospitality unit, and instantly lift the mood without even trying.
She wasn’t just Max’s little sister.
She was everyone’s little sister.
The paddock princess.
—
“Y/N! My favourite little sister!” Daniel called, arms open dramatically as she walked past the Red Bull garage.
She didn’t even hesitate—just laughed and ran into his hug. “You say that every weekend,” she teased.
“And every weekend I mean it more.”
A few meters away, Max watched, arms crossed, expression neutral.
Protective.
Always protective.
“She’s fine,” someone muttered beside him.
Max didn’t even look. “I know she’s fine. That doesn’t mean I trust you lot.”
What Max didn’t know—what no one knew, at least at first—was that Y/N wasn’t as unattached as she seemed.
Not even close.
Because across the paddock, pretending to be very interested in his phone, stood Kimi.
And if you were paying attention—really paying attention—you’d notice how his eyes flicked up every few seconds.
Always landing on her. Always softening.
Keeping it a secret had been easy at first.
Too easy.
Because no one expected it.
Y/N was off-limits.
Untouchable in a way—not because she wasn’t approachable, but because of Max.
Max didn’t like the idea of her dating.
At all.
Especially not someone in the paddock. Especially not a driver.
“Distraction,” he’d called it once. “Dangerous.”
Y/N had just rolled her eyes. “Relax, Max. I’m not planning on falling in love in the paddock.”
Kimi, sitting two seats away, had nearly choked on his drink.
But secrets never stay secrets for long.
Especially not in a place like this.
The first hints were small.
So small they almost went unnoticed.
A shared look a second too long. A hand brushing briefly as they passed each other. Kimi showing up in places he didn’t need to be—Red Bull hospitality, media zones, even the café where Y/N liked to sit between sessions.
“Funny how he’s always here when you are,” Oscar muttered one afternoon.
Y/N didn’t even flinch. “Maybe he just likes good coffee.”
“Or maybe he likes you.”
She smiled sweetly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Across the table, Lando raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
—
The WAGS noticed.
They always did.
It was during a quiet moment in the hospitality suite when Lily leaned closer to Carmen and whispered,“Tell me I’m not imagining this.”
“You’re not,” Carmen replied instantly.
Both of them glanced toward the corner, where Y/N was laughing, head tilted toward Kimi, who was listening like she was the only person in the room.
Alex followed their gaze.“Oh,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” Lily nodded.
“Since when?” Alex asked.
“Long enough,” Carmen said, smiling slightly.
“And we’re not telling anyone?” she asked.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
Carmen’s grin widened. “Because watching the drivers figure it out is going to be way more entertaining.”
And she was right.
The clues started stacking.
Kimi’s phone lock screen—caught briefly on camera—was a blurry photo of someone laughing.
Fans speculated.
The paddock ignored it.
But the WAGS?
They knew.
Y/N’s Instagram became another layer of chaos.
Nothing obvious.
Never obvious.
Just… hints.
—
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Coffee☕️👍
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LilyMuniHe Ditch him and go out with me instead!! liked by author
↳User2 Him!? Who's him!?!? Y/N EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!
User7 Girl i need to know where you get your hair done!!
AlexandraSaintMleux Gorgeous gorgeous girl💞
↳Y/N_Verstappen Love youuu soo muchh🥰💗
User6 Why is Kimi in the likes? Since when were they friends?..
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“Is that…?” Charles started one day, squinting at his phone.
“No idea,” Carlos shrugged, though his smile said otherwise.
Meanwhile, Max remained blissfully unaware. Mostly because—
“Y/N, you’re staying in my sight this weekend,” he said firmly.
She groaned. “Max, I’m not five.”
“No, but you’re still my responsibility.”
“I’m literally an adult.”
“And I’m still your brother.”
Kimi, standing a few feet away, looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
The first driver to really suspect something was George.
It happened during a random Thursday media day.
Y/N walked past, waving at a group of drivers.“Hey, guys!”
Kimi didn’t just wave back.
He lit up.
It was subtle—but not invisible.George frowned slightly.“…Okay.”
“What?” Lando asked.
George shook his head. “Nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing.
—
Then came the almost-slip.
It was late. Most of the paddock had cleared out. Only a few people lingered.
Kimi and Y/N sat side by side on a bench, talking quietly.
Too close.
Too comfortable.
“Can I—” Kimi started, reaching for her hand—
“Oi!”
They jumped apart instantly.
Daniel stood there, grinning. “Well, well."
Y/N crossed her arms. “What do you want?”
“Just checking why you two look like you’ve been caught committing a crime.”
“We haven’t,” she said quickly.
Daniel’s eyes flicked between them.
Then he smiled.
“Ohhh.”
“Don’t,” Y/N warned.
“I’m not saying anything,” he held his hands up. “Yet.”
The domino effect had begun.
One by one, the drivers started noticing.
Not at the same time.
Not in the same way.
But eventually…they all saw it.
The way Kimi always knew where Y/N was. The way she always found him in a crowd. The way their conversations felt… different.
More private. More them.
“Okay, I need confirmation,” Lando said one evening.
“About what?” Oscar asked, already knowing.
“Are they—?”
“Yes,” Oscar said simply.
“You knew?!”
“I had a suspicion.”
“And you didn’t tell me?!”
Oscar shrugged. “It was obvious.”
“It was not obvious!”
“It was.”
—
By the time Charles figured it out, it wasn’t even a question.
He just watched them for a few minutes. Then nodded. “…Right.”
Carlos leaned over. “You too?”
“Yes.”
“Everyone knows now, right?”
“Everyone except—”
They both looked toward Max.
“…him.”
Max was the final boss.
The one obstacle no one wanted to face.
The reveal wasn’t dramatic. Not really.
It was quiet. Accidental. Inevitable.
Max had gone looking for Y/N.
She wasn’t in hospitality.
Not in the garage.
Not with the WAGS.
So he checked the quieter areas of the paddock.
And that’s when he saw them.
Not doing anything outrageous.
Not even close.
Just sitting together. Close enough that it meant something. Talking in low voices. Smiling in a way that felt… different.
Max stopped walking.
Watched.
Listened.
And then—Y/N reached over and gently fixed something on Kimi’s collar.
A small, absent gesture. But intimate.
Familiar.
Real.
Max exhaled slowly. “…Right.”
They didn’t notice him at first.Which somehow made it worse.
Because it meant they weren’t hiding in that moment. They were just… being.
Together.
When Y/N finally looked up and saw him—Everything froze.“…Max."
Kimi went pale.
Max walked over slowly. Calm.
Too calm. “How long?”
Y/N swallowed. “Max—”
“How. Long.”
“…A few months..”
Silence.
Then—“…You’re kidding.”
“No.”
Max ran a hand through his hair. Looked at Kimi. Then back at her. Then—He sighed.
Not angry.
Not explosive.
Just… resigned.
“You hid this from me?”
Y/N stepped closer. “Because you would’ve reacted like this."
“I’m not reacting!”
“You’re doing the Max thing.”
“What ‘Max thing’?!” he snapped.
She crossed her arms. “The overprotective, slightly terrifying older brother thing.”
“…I am not terrifying.”
Kimi made a small noise.
Max turned to him.“…Don’t.”
The tension hung for a moment.
Then—Max shook his head. “Unbelievable.”
He started to walk away—
Then stopped. Turned back.
Pointed at Kimi.
“You. Come with me."
Kimi froze.
Y/N stepped forward. “Max—”
“It’s fine,” Kimi said quietly.
(It was not fine.)
The “big brother talk” was… intense.
Not loud. Not aggressive.
Just very, very direct.
“If you hurt her—”
“I won’t.”
“You say that now.”
“I mean it.”
Max studied him.
Long.
Carefully.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
Another pause.
Then Max nodded slightly. “…Okay."
Kimi blinked. “Okay?”
“You mess this up, I will make your life hell.”
“…Fair.”
Max sighed. “…Take care of her.”
“I will.”
—
When they walked back, Y/N was pacing. “You’re alive,” she said immediately.
“Barely,” Kimi joked.
Max rolled his eyes. “Relax. I didn’t kill him.”
She looked between them. “…Are we good?”
Max shrugged. “I don’t love it.”
“Max—”
“But…” he sighed. “I trust you.”
She smiled softly and hugged him.
“That’s all I needed.”
The paddock found out about Max finding out within minutes.
“How is he not dead?” Lando whispered.
“I’m right here,” Kimi said.
“Still shocking.”
A week later—
They both decided it was time to soft launch.
Kimi posted first and Y/N followed soon after. The internet went feral.
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La mia bella ragazza. Io ti amerò per sempre, amore mio. (My pretty girl. I will always love you, my love.)
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Y/N_Verstappen My pretty boy❤️💋
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MaxVerstappen You better treat her right or im slamming my car into you.
↳KimiAntonelli Yes Sir!
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Im so lucky!!🤭🤩
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User2 Not kimi always being the first to like her posts-
User6 I LITERALLY CALLED IT
KimiAntonelli No,im lucky for having such a beautiful girlfriend.
↳Y/N_Verstappen giggling and kicking my feet rn🤭😚
↳LandoNorris Get a room you two!🤢
↳KimiAntonelli and Y/N_Verstappen 🖕
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↳Y/N_Verstappen ABSOLUTELY
But the paddock?
They just laughed.
“Only took them forever,” George said.
“Only took you forever,” Carmen corrected.
And just like that—
The secret wasn’t a secret anymore.
They didn’t change.
Not really.
Still soft. Still subtle.
Still them.
Just… no more hiding.
Max still watched.
Still protective.
Still Max.
But one evening, as he stood beside them, he nudged Kimi slightly. “You’re doing alright.”
Kimi smiled. “High praise.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
Y/N laughed at something an engineer said, her hand slipping seamlessly into Kimi’s.
୨ৎ : featuring : red bull, mclaren, mercedes, ferrari, aston martin, williams, haas and alpine drivers + Yuki Tsunoda (wasn't going to leave this cutie out)
୨ৎ : sypnosis : F1 drivers reactions to a journalist asking them unhinged, food-related questions during post-race interviews.
୨ৎ : word count : 2642
୨ৎ masterlist- coming soon
a/n : Im taking requests for fanfictions! My inbox is always open x
ʚ・red bull
max verstappen
• Max blinked once..then twice in confusion when you asked him to compare his race pace to a perfectly cooked pasta.
• During the next interview, you casually asked him what tyre strategy matched a full English breakfast.
• Max tried not to laugh, but your food questions were becoming his favorite part of race weekends.
• The other journalists rolled their eyes, yet he always looked straight at you when answering.
• “So… was that overtake more spicy or sweet?” you asked, and he smirked instantly.
• He started giving real answers, comparing overtakes to desserts and strategies to recipes.
• Soon, fans online began waiting for your interviews just as much as the races.
• One day, he showed up with snacks and placed them in front of you mid-interview.
• “Thought you’d need inspiration,” he said, clearly enjoying the routine you’d created.
Isack Hadjar
• Isack blinked when you asked if his race felt more like burnt toast or a perfect croissant.
• He let out a surprised laugh, clearly not expecting that kind of question after such an intense race.
• The next time, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he paused… then actually answered.
• “Probably something spicy,” he said, trying not to smile too much.
• Other reporters started glancing at you, waiting for your now-famous food questions.
• Isack began anticipating them, looking at you before you even raised your hand.
• One interview, he beat you to it, saying, “Today? Definitely a five-course meal.”
• You laughed, realizing he was fully playing along now.
• The awkwardness from the first interview slowly turned into an easy, shared joke.
• By the end, your questions weren’t just different—they were something he genuinely looked forward to.
Yuki Tsunoda
• Yuki raised an eyebrow the first time you asked him if his race felt more like sushi or ramen.
• He laughed mid-answer, clearly not expecting food to come up in a post-race interview.
• The next weekend, you asked him what his qualifying lap would taste like, and he didn’t even hesitate to answer.
• Other journalists started waiting for your question just to see his reaction.
• Yuki began joking back, comparing his overtakes to spicy street food.
• “Today was definitely extra spicy,” he said, grinning straight at you.
• You noticed he always relaxed a little when it was your turn to ask something.
• One day, he brought up food first before you even could, teasing your usual questions.
• Fans quickly picked up on the running joke between you both.
• By the end of the season, your interviews had become his favorite part of every race weekend.
ʚ・mclaren
Lando Norris
• Lando immediately grinned when you asked if his race pace felt more like fast food or fine dining.
• He leaned into the mic, clearly amused, and said, “Depends—are we talking starters or dessert?”
• The room laughed, but he kept his eyes on you like it was an inside joke already.
• At the next race, you asked what his podium would taste like, and he answered without missing a beat.
• “Something sweet… obviously,” he said, smiling wider than before.
• Other journalists started expecting your question just for his reactions.
• Lando began rating his own races in full meals, from snacks to five-star dinners.
• One time, he brought it up himself, saying, “I think today was more of a takeaway vibe.”
• You couldn’t help laughing as the whole paddock caught onto the running bit.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become part of his post-race routine.
Oscar Piastri
• Oscar gave you a slightly confused look when you asked if his race felt more like a perfectly plated dish or something thrown together last minute.
• He paused for a second, then answered calmly, “Probably somewhere in between.”
• The room chuckled, but his dry delivery made it even funnier.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he didn’t even question it this time.
• “Pretty clean… maybe something simple like Tim Tams,” he said, a small smile forming.
• Other journalists started watching him closely whenever you raised your hand.
• Oscar began anticipating your questions, already thinking of answers before you spoke.
• One interview, he beat you to it with, “This one’s probably a solid main course.”
• You laughed, realizing he was quietly playing along in his own way.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a subtle but favorite routine between you both.
ʚ・mercedes
George Russell
• George straightened slightly when you asked if his race strategy felt more like a carefully prepared meal or something rushed.
• He blinked in surprise, then answered thoughtfully, taking your question more seriously than anyone expected.
• “I’d say… well-balanced,” he said with full seriousness, as if analyzing an actual dish.
• The room laughed softly, but he kept his focus on you.
• At the next race, you asked what his podium would taste like, and he didn’t hesitate.
• “Something refined,” he replied, a small smile appearing.
• Other journalists started waiting for your question just to hear his answers.
• George began giving detailed comparisons, treating each race like a different course.
• One interview, he even added, “Definitely not fast food today,” glancing your way.
•By the end of the season, your food questions had become a surprisingly serious tradition between you both.
Kimi Antonelli
• Kimi looked slightly surprised when you asked if his race felt more like pizza or pasta.
• He laughed quietly, clearly caught off guard by the question.
• “Pizza… I think,” he said, still smiling as he figured it out.
• The next race, you asked what his qualifying lap would taste like, and he seemed more prepared.
• “Something spicy,” he answered, a bit more confident this time.
• Other journalists began noticing how his answers changed when it was your turn.
• Kimi started glancing at you before interviews, almost expecting the question.
• One day, he smiled first and said, “Today? Definitely not burnt.”
• You laughed, realizing he was getting into the rhythm of it.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a small highlight he actually looked forward to.
ʚ・ferrari
Charles Leclerc
• Charles smiled in surprise when you asked if his race felt more like a delicate macaron or a hard baguette.
• He let out a soft laugh, clearly amused by the unexpected question.
• “Maybe… a bit of both,” he said, thinking it through.
• The next race, you asked what his pole lap would taste like, and he played along instantly.
• “Something very sweet,” he replied, glancing at you with a grin.
• Other journalists started anticipating your questions just to see his reactions.
• Charles began answering more creatively, comparing races to full-course meals.
• You couldn’t help laughing as he clearly leaned into the joke.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a moment he genuinely enjoyed every time.
Lewis Hamilton
• Lewis raised an eyebrow when you asked if his race felt more like a gourmet meal or a quick snack.
• He paused for a second, then smiled like he was already trying to make the question sound clever.
• “Definitely a five-star dinner,” he said, and the room laughed.
• The next interview, you asked what his podium would taste like, and he answered without missing a beat.
• He started treating your food questions like part of the weekend routine.
• Other journalists noticed that he always seemed a little more relaxed when you were the one asking.
• “That overtakes was spicy,” he joked once, looking right at you.
• You tried not to grin when he kept playing along so easily.
• By the end of the season, your odd little interview tradition had become his favorite surprise.
• And every time you asked another food question, Lewis looked even more ready to answer.
ʚ・aston Martin
Fernando Alonso
• Fernando gave you a slow, curious look when you asked if his race felt more like a perfectly aged wine or a rushed fast-food order.
• He smirked immediately, like he’d decided to enjoy the question rather than question it.
• “Aged wine,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he leaned closer to the mic.
• “Something strong… with a bit of bite,” he replied, clearly entertained.
• Other journalists started watching you more than the answers, waiting for his reactions.
• Alonso began adjusting his answers just slightly, as if matching your unusual theme.
Lance stroll
• Lance looked up from his post-race interview slightly puzzled when you asked if his race felt more like a comfort meal or something burnt in a rush.
• He paused, thinking for a moment longer than expected, then shrugged and smiled a little.
• “Probably just… solid,” he said, which made a few people in the room laugh.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he gave a small nod like he was used to it now.
• “Nothing too crazy,” he answered, calm and simple.
• Other journalists started noticing how your questions always made him think a bit differently.
• Lance began giving more relaxed, slightly amused answers each time.
• One weekend, he added, “That one was pretty smooth, actually,” almost like he was reviewing food.
• You caught him glancing at you once or twice after interviews, faintly smiling.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a quiet, familiar part of his race weekends.
ʚ・williams
Carlos Sainz
• Carlos laughed the moment you asked if his race felt more like a guacamole or a well-cooked paella.
• He tilted his head, clearly amused, like he was already building the metaphor in his mind.
• “Definitely a well-cooked paella today,” he said with a grin.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he didn’t hesitate.
• “Something hearty… with a bit of spice,” he replied, playing along easily.
• Other journalists started expecting your questions just to hear his creative answers.
• Carlos began adding his own twists, comparing strategy calls to recipes and pit stops to quick snacks.
• One interview, he joked, “That one was a calçot, but it worked out.
• You caught him smiling your way more often after interviews, like he was enjoying the game.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a shared bit of fun he always leaned into.
Alex Albon
• Alex looked amused the second you asked if his race felt more like stir-fried noodles or mango sticky rice.
• He laughed, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe this was a serious interview question.
• “Probably stir-fried noodles… a bit chaotic, but good,” he said with a grin.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he answered instantly.
• “Something spicy… definitely,” he said, still smiling.
• Other journalists started paying attention just to hear his reactions to your questions.
• Alex began leaning into it more, giving fun, unexpected comparisons every time.
• One interview, he added, “That race was like eating too fast—bit messy, but enjoyable.”
• You noticed he always looked a bit more relaxed when it was your turn to speak.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a running joke he fully embraced.
ʚ・haas
Oliver bearman
• Ollie blinked at you for a second when you asked if his race felt more like a simple sandwich or a full three-course meal.
• Then he laughed, clearly not expecting that kind of question in a post-race interview.
• “Probably a sandwich… quick but satisfying,” he said with a grin.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he thought about it seriously for a moment.
• “Something fresh… maybe a bit messy,” he answered.
• Other journalists started noticing how your questions always made him relax a little.
• Ollie began getting more confident with his answers, even joking back sometimes.
• One interview, he said, “That race was definitely more gourmet than last time.”
• You caught him smiling when he realized you were the one asking again.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a small highlight he always seemed to enjoy.
Esteban Ocon
• Esteban Ocon gave you a confused look the first time you asked if his race felt more like a carefully plated French dish or a chaotic takeaway order.
• Then he laughed, like he’d decided to take the question seriously anyway.
• “Maybe something very precise… like French cuisine,” he said with a small smile.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he answered more confidently.
• “Strong… structured...so i'd go with macarons,” he said with mock seriousness, nodding slightly.
• Other journalists started noticing how your questions made him switch from serious to amused.
• Esteban began adding a bit more personality to his answers each time.
• One interview, he said, “That race was like a complicated recipe, but it worked.”
• You caught him glancing your way afterward, like he was waiting for the next food comparison.
• By the end of the season, your questions had become a quiet little routine he seemed to enjoy.
ʚ・alpine
Pierre Gasly
• Pierre gave you a curious look the first time you asked if his race felt more like a crème brûlée or a soft, flaky croissant.
• Then he laughed, clearly not expecting a food comparison in a post-race interview.
• “Probably something elegant so i'll go with the crème brûlée,” he said with a grin, already getting used to your questions.
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he answered without missing a beat.
• “Sweet at first, then a little spicy,” he replied, sounding amused.
• Other journalists began paying attention whenever you raised your hand.
• Pierre started leaning into the joke, giving more creative answers each time.
• One interview, he even said, “That race was definitely a full-course meal.”
• You caught him smiling your way afterward, like he was waiting for the next one.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become his favorite part of the weekend.
Franco Colapinto
• Franco Colapinto looked genuinely confused when you asked if his race felt more like a savoury empanada or a slightly-burnt asado.
• Then he laughed, like he’d decided the question was actually kind of fun.
• “Maybe… an asado,” he said with a grin, “a bit chaotic, but good.”
• At the next race, you asked what his overtakes would taste like, and he didn’t even hesitate.
• “Something fast… you don’t even think, you just enjoy it,” he replied.
• Other journalists started noticing how your questions always made him relax after intense sessions.
• Franco began getting more playful with his answers, leaning into the food theme.
• One interview, he said, “That race was like eating too quickly—you just hope it all works out.”
• You caught him smiling when he realized you were the one asking again.
• By the end of the season, your food questions had become a small tradition he always looked forward to.
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Pairing- Oscar Piastri x Small bakery owner Word count- 1437 This is Part 4 and the last part!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
"I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you."
In which, Oscar Piastri finds comfort in a small bakery and the owner.
"Say yes to Heaven, Say yes to me. Say yes to Heaven, Say yes to me..."
In which Y/N Y/L/N finally finds someone to taste test all her pastries.
Oscar Piastri
Played By Oscar Piastri
Y/N Y/L/N
Played by Momona Tamada
If anyone had told Y/N that her life would somehow become entangled with the world of Formula One, she would have politely suggested they were confusing her with someone far more glamorous.
And yet, a month later, she was standing in her bakery at six in the morning, tying her apron while smiling at message from Oscar like an idiot.
It had started quietly.
There was no dramatic declaration, no grand confession that turned everything upside down overnight. Instead, it unfolded in small, steady moments—Oscar showing up in the mornings when he was in London, Y/N setting aside his usual order before he even reached the counter, the two of them finding pockets of time between her work and his races.
At some point, without either of them formally announcing it, they had started dating.
Y/N wasn’t even sure when it had happened.
Maybe it was the morning he stayed after closing to help her clean, sleeves rolled up, flour smudged across his cheek like he belonged there.
Or maybe it was the first time he reached for her hand outside the bakery, casual and certain, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Whatever the moment was, it stuck.And somehow, the entire grid found out.
—
“Your girlfriend,” Lando Norris said one afternoon, leaning against the side of the garage, “is officially everyone’s favourite person.”
Oscar didn’t look up from his phone. “She’s not your girlfriend.”
“I didn’t say she was. I said she’s my favourite person.”
“That’s worse.”
Lando ignored him. “She sent more cinnamon rolls.”
Oscar finally glanced up. “Those are for everyone.”
“Exactly,” Lando said. “Which is why she’s my favourite.”
Nearby, George nodded thoughtfully. “The lemon tarts have become a serious morale booster.”
“That’s not a phrase you should be using about pastries,” Oscar said.
George shrugged. “And yet it’s accurate.”
It had become something of a tradition.
On race weekends, if Y/N wasn’t too busy at the bakery, she would wake up early and prepare boxes of pastries—cinnamon rolls, lemon tarts, almond croissants—and send them along with Oscar or have them delivered to the paddock.
At first, it had been a small gesture.
Now, it was expected.
Drivers asked about it. Team members waited for it. Someone—Oscar was fairly sure it had been Carlos—had once jokingly suggested that performance improved by at least five percent on days when Y/N’s pastries were present.
No one had disagreed.
“She’s coming this weekend, right?” Lando asked.
Oscar nodded. “Yeah. She closed the bakery early.”
Lando grinned. “Perfect.”
“That does not mean you get special treatment.”
“I always get special treatment.”
“You absolutely do not.”
But when Y/N arrived later that day, the reaction proved Lando’s point.
She stepped into the paddock with a box in her hands and was immediately greeted like she belonged there.
“Y/N!” someone called.
“You’re here!”
“Did you bring anything?”
She laughed, a little overwhelmed but clearly amused, as she held up the box. “I feel like I’m being greeted for the wrong reasons.”
“Absolutely not,” Lando said, appearing at her side. “We like you as a person. The pastries are just a bonus.”
Oscar walked up behind him. “You’re not helping.”
Y/N’s eyes softened when she saw him. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, quieter now.
There was a brief pause—not awkward, just familiar—before he leaned down and kissed her lightly in greeting.
Somewhere behind them, someone made a noise.
“Was that necessary?” George asked.
“Yes,” Oscar said without hesitation.
Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she handed over the box. “Here. Before they start a riot.”
“Too late,” Lando said, already opening it.
Oscar watched the scene unfold with a kind of quiet disbelief that had become increasingly familiar.
This was his world.
Fast, loud, constantly moving.
And somehow, Y/N had found her place in it without losing any part of herself.
She still woke up early to open the bakery. Still cared about the exact texture of her dough, the shine of her glaze, the balance of sweetness in her tarts. Still stood behind her counter like it was the center of her universe.
But now, she also stood here, in the middle of the paddock, laughing as drivers argued over pastries.
It felt right.
The first time Oscar posted her on his social media, it wasn’t intentional.
At least, not entirely.
Y/N standing behind the counter of her bakery, sleeves rolled up, flour dusted across her hands, looking down at something she was working on. The morning light caught her just right, soft and warm, like she belonged exactly where she was.
Oscar had taken it without her noticing.He stared at it for a long moment before posting it with no caption.
For a few minutes, nothing happened.
Then—
Everything happened.
Within an hour, the comments had flooded in.
—
OscarPiastri has just posted
Liked by, @_user1, @_charlosforever, @_brocedes,@_user67 and more..
Comments
@_Iheartf1 Who is she??
@_Charlosforever That’s the bakery girl, right??
@_Mclarenfan4life SOFT LAUNCH???
@_LandoNorris Oscar??? Hello???
@_User3 She’s gorgeous omg!
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Y/N found out when her phone started buzzing nonstop.
She looked at the post, then at him, standing across the bakery with a suspiciously neutral expression.
“You posted me,” she said.
“I did.”
“Without warning.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly. “And if I did?"
He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, that same quiet confidence settling in. “Then I’d take it down.”
She held his gaze for a moment longer, then shook her head, smiling despite herself. “You’re unbelievable.”
“That’s not a no.”
“It’s not a yes either.”
But she didn’t ask him to delete it.
“But,” she added, pointing at him, “if my bakery gets overrun—”
“It won’t.”
—
It did.
Not immediately, but steadily.
More people began stopping by. Then more. Then even more.
Within a day, the internet had collectively decided that Oscar Piastri had a girlfriend who owned a bakery in London and made pastries good enough to unite the entire grid.
Which, to be fair, was entirely accurate.
At first, it was just one customer asking, “Is this the bakery from Instagram?”
Then another.
Then three more.
Some came because they were curious. Some because they had seen the post. Some because they had heard whispers about a small bakery in London that somehow had the approval of half the Formula 1 grid.
Y/N handled it the only way she knew how.
She baked more.
She opened earlier. Stayed later. Learned to manage lines that stretched just beyond the door. Smiled when people mentioned Oscar. Blushed when they asked if the rumors were true.
“Is he really your boyfriend?” someone asked one afternoon.
Y/N paused, then smiled. “He is.”
The reaction was immediate—excited, delighted, entirely supportive.
“Goals,” someone whispered loudly.
Y/N laughed, shaking her head.
Late one evening, after closing, she leaned against the counter, exhausted but happy.
Oscar sat on the stool opposite her, watching.
“You’re tired,” he said.
“I am.”
“Regretting it?”
She shook her head immediately. “Not even a little.”
He smiled. “Good.”
She looked around the bakery—the same small space it had always been, now filled with a little more life, a little more noise, a little more possibility.
“You changed everything,” she said softly.
Oscar tilted his head. “I didn’t.”
“You did.”
He stood, stepping closer. “You built this before I showed up.”
“And then you walked in with a whole grid of chaos.”
“And you handled it.”
She smiled. “I had help.”
Oscar reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Yeah,” he said. “You did.”
Y/N looked at him—really looked at him—and felt that same steady certainty she had from the beginning.
The bakery was still hers.
Her world was still hers.
But now, it had grown.
Expanded.
Connected to something bigger.
And somehow, in the middle of all that, she had found him.
Oscar smiled, leaning in just enough to press a soft kiss to her lips.
Outside, London carried on as it always did—busy, bright, and full of movement.
Inside, her bakery glowed warm and steady, filled with the scent of sugar and spice and something even better.
And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly where it was meant to be.
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