#c16

A fan tries to hand you a puppy mid-press conference.

You: “Oh! It’s so tiny and soft! Can I keep it?”

Fan: “It’s yours forever. Please say yes.”

Three security guards sprint over screaming in panic. The puppy apparently isn’t legally theirs to give. You hug it anyway. Chaos.

Max: facepalms “Y/N, the world is not all smiles and puppies.”

You: “But why not?”

Press Conference Pandemonium

Journalists try to test you, to push you into controversy.

Journalist #1: “Y/N, how does it feel to compete against seasoned drivers?”

You: “Oh! Excited! Everyone seems very nice! And the cars are shiny! Did you see the tires?”

The room freezes. They weren’t expecting your literal excitement about tires.

Charles: mutters to Lando “Someone save her.”

Lando: grinning “Nah, let’s watch.”

Another journalist asks, pointedly, if you’ve been naive.

You: “Oh! I hope not. I try to be kind to everyone!”

The room groans collectively.

Paddock Adventures

You wander through the paddock, smiling at every marshal, engineer, and photographer. Someone tries to scam you into buying overpriced F1 merch.

Merch Seller: “This hat is very rare, only $500.”

You: “Oh! That’s a lot, but I want to make you happy!”

Lando: sprinting over “Y/N, no. That’s a scam.”

You: “But… they smiled at me?”

Lando: “Some smiles are dangerous.”

Track Day: Lap of Sunshine

You climb into your car for the first time. Engineers double-check everything, including your emotional state.

Engineer: “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You: “Oh yes! I love driving! I love engines! I love everything!”

You hum while adjusting your gloves. Each lap, you wave at marshals, engineers, and anyone watching. Somehow, you’re not last. Somehow, your joy is working.

Fernando: watching “How is she alive?”

Carlos: “I don’t know, but she’s smiling through 300 km/h. Terrifying.”

Media Storm

By the end of the weekend, social media calls you the “paddock angel.” Memes appear within minutes:

Y/N hugging a tire like a teddy bear

Y/N waving mid-lap

Y/N handing cookies to the marshals

Sebastian: “She is not real.”

Daniel: “Humans aren’t allowed to be this nice.”

You hand out cookies to the confused Sebastian. He cannot.

Fan Overload

Fans push your kindness. Someone throws a giant “HUG Y/N” banner onto the track. Someone else tries to give you 27 stuffed animals at once. You thank everyone profusely and try to hug them all.

Security: “Step back!”

You: “Oh! I don’t want anyone to be sad!”

Carlos: to himself “She’s going to destroy our careers by being too good.”

Lewis: “I warned you.”

Podium Madness

You finish a race (not last!) and stand on the podium, glowing. The champagne spray hits, and you hug the nearest marshal. Photographers cry. Drivers debate whether they should adopt you.

Max: “She just broke physics.”

Sergio: “I don’t care. She gets extra donuts.”

You: “Oh! Thank you! I love donuts too!”

Driver Support Squad

Back in the garage, drivers convene. You are pure chaos of kindness.

Charles: “Guys. We need to protect her.”

Fernando: “Bubble wrap?”

Lando: “No. Emotional support. She can’t survive without a team watching her back.”

You wander over with cookies.

You: “Do you want one?”

Everyone silently cries from happiness and terror.

Silverstone Chaos

You wave at every fan during parade laps. Someone tries to sell you a “rare wheel nut” for $1,000. You compliment it.

Lewis: “NO. STOP.”

Sergio: “She might break the economy.”

You end up helping a fan pick up dropped flags mid-lap. Race control is yelling, but you just smile.

Charles: “She’s literally going to crash into someone with kindness.”

You somehow finish mid-pack. Everyone is relieved.

Monza Madness

You notice a fan crying with a homemade scarf. You run over to hug them. The fan’s friend gets a photo, and suddenly you are monzaY/N, the beloved Italian angel.

Max: “This is illegal. Too much joy on track.”

During interviews, you offer cookies to the press. Some reporters attempt hard-hitting questions. You smile and ask if they like chocolate. They melt.

Sebastian: “I retired to avoid this level of pure chaos.”

Press Conference Survival Guide

Journalist: “Do you feel prepared for the next race?”

You: “Oh! I hope so! I love everyone at every track! Did you see the marshals’ shoes? Cute!”

Charles: facepalms

Fernando: “Someone protect her from journalism.”

Random Paddock Events

You organize an impromptu “hug circle” for engineers.

You stop mid-track to give water to a thirsty marshal.

You wave at photographers like royalty.

Someone tries to sell you a “genuine” Ferrari exhaust. You compliment its color.

Lando: “We need to teach her about scams without killing her optimism.”

Carlos: “Impossible.”

Spa Sunshine

You hand cookies to the mechanics before the race. Someone in the crowd waves a “Please hug Y/N” sign. You try to high-five every fan mid-lap. Chaos.

Max: “Physics cannot allow this level of happiness.”

Lewis: “I’m old. I can’t handle it.”

You: “Oh! You’re smiling! I love it!”

Random Tidbits

You accidentally adopt a stray cat at Suzuka. The cat now rides in the team truck.

You compliment the tires’ “texture” mid-pit stop. Engineers are confused but happy.

Reporters accidentally leak your cookie recipe online. Fans adore you even more.

Abu Dhabi Shenanigans

The championship weekend. You somehow finish ahead of two rookies. Someone tries to hand you a giant gold trophy at the wrong time. You thank them. Chaos erupts.

Max: “She wins hearts AND points. Illegal.”

Sergio: “I volunteer as honorary bodyguard.”

You: “Oh! Thank you! I love all of you!”

End of Season Recap

You survived your rookie season. Somehow, your extreme kindness, naïveté, and joy conquered the paddock. Every driver has been both terrified and in love with you. Social media memes will never stop. Fans adore you. Marshals hug you. Engineers bake cookies for you. Journalists cry.

Sebastian: “She should not exist.”

Lewis: “I warned you.”

Charles: “I want to be like her but also protect her from reality.”

You: smiling at everyone “Oh! I just wanted to drive and make friends!”

The world is chaotic. The grid is chaotic. You are pure, happy chaos. And somehow, somehow, it works.

End.