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He fell. Oscar slipped on them. Yuki watched it all happen with a horrified face from below the podium. They all ended up on the floor. She raised a thumbs up from the ground and said:

“I stuck the landing.”

“WHY DID SHE TAKE GEORGE DOWN WITH HER”

the team radio breakdown

She was in P2. Two laps to go. The podium was hers. And then—snap. A mechanical failure. Complete power loss, everything stopped.

She rolled to a stop in sector three, heart thundering, fists clenched so tight it shook. The radio crackled. And then—anger.

“I swear, I will actually FIGHT this car. Someone hold me back.”

Luca’s silence was deafening.

Later, she laughed about it. Said she’d cool off. But fans? They turned it into a war cry.

“luca’s js used to everything she’s doing”

post race cravings

Post-race interview. She looked dead behind her eyes. Grease smudged her jaw. Her ponytail was falling apart. The race had been hell. No points, no pace. And the reporter asked what her plans were.

She sighed, blinked slowly, and went: “…nuggets. McDonald’s. I’d sell my souls for a 20 piece right now.”

And the best part? McDonald’s replied. By the next race, she had a personalized nugget box. With her number on it.

“she ate the nuggets during fp1. realest driver out there”

the lewis interview

Post race, she walked into frame next to Lewis. Exhausted, but radiating chaos. He leaned on her shoulder. She leaned back.

“We’re tired,” he said to the mic.

“We’re delusional,” she added. They both bursted into laughter.

They started high-fiving out of nowhere mid-interview. Talking over each other. Giggling at nothing.

The interviewer gave up halfway through.

“these two have NO media training and we LOVE that”

grid kid softness

He looked scared. Eight years old, holding the umbrella next to her on the grid, hands shaking.

She knelt down.

“Hey,” she said gently, handing him her cap. “You look cool. Wanna wear this?” He nodded shyly.

She fist-bumped him. “You’re braver than half the grid.”

He beamed back at her. And she stood for the anthem, capless, with one hand protectively behind his back.

“he said she makes him feel ‘safe.’ i’m actually sobbing’

the seb moment

During a race weekend, Sebastian Vettel made a surprise paddock appearance. YN spotted him from across the media pen and literally gasped. Covered her mouth. Full body turn. Then ran.

They hugged, she squealed. He called her "the fiercest thing on four wheels." She teared up.

Photos of her beaming at Seb like he was her dad? Broke the internet. They love them both.

“she looked like a kid meeting her hero”

the public nap situation

It was between sessions. Hot day. Busiest paddock of the season.

Someone walked by a tire stack and found YN asleep behind it. Fully out. Arm as a pillow. Hoodie pulled over her eyes, how did she get there?

She woke up to the sound of a mechanic accidentally dropping a wrench and sat up like a soldier in a war movie.

“Am I late for quali?” she asked. It was 11 am.

She then fell back to sleep instantly.

~•~

"You can sit on the side of the car... yeah, right there."

"Fix your jacket a bit...now smile.. like that."

The young woman smiles softly and elegantly for the photographer who's accompanying her for the day.

The f1 vip access are given to many celebrities. This time, it was her. The current sensation worldwide, the voice actor responsible for giving life to the viral Netflix movie animation's protagonist, the one who won over millions of fans with her voice, songs, charisma, and approachable persona.

The celebrity was currently in the RedBull Racing garage. Following the team's photographer's instructions for posing besides the multi-million four wheeled machinery. Around her, mechanics and strategists talked and moved around the garage in complex choreographed chaos.

"Alright, beautiful! I think these are great."

As soon as those words left the photographer mouth, she was on her feet, now curiously inspecting the car, as a few meters away, the photographer kept talking with the redbull media manager about other places they could snap some more pictures. The young woman laughed quietly at their enthusiasm.

"Excuse me."

A raspy and impatient voice called her attention. She jumped slightly, laughing nervously before turning around. Now she sees herself face to face with the man of the moment. The world champion stood there in his zipped race suit, taller figure imposing, especially now having his helmet on, visor opened showcasing blue icy eyes that seemed to burn hotter than a fire ever could. He looks tense. Shoulders squared and fists tight.

"I'm sorry. I'll - " She started to respond, taking a step back from the car and from the man in front of her.

"I know you celebrities want to take pics and videos everywhere for insta likes, but try to do it without getting in the way of those who actually care and work with the racing itself, yeah?" His voice was low and fast, but cold enough to make her breath hitch.

"Max!" Who seems to be, his personal assistant, standing behind him, squealed. The poor woman looks horrified. "I am so sorry, please. He's stressed and shouldn't have said that!" She immediately tries to placate the situation.

The voice actor in front of him closes her mouth when she realizes her jaw had fallen the moment the driver interrupted her apology. But she just sighs and nods once. His brows furrowed.

"No. He's right. He has a car to get in, and I was in the way. Forgive me." She smiles awkwardly and quietly walks towards the back of the garage sitting down in one of the chairs.

The Dutch driver's eyes follow her figure as she moves away. Her lack of reaction left him conflicted for a second. Maybe he did exaggerate.

"For fuck's sake, Max. That was unnecessary. I know you're stressed, but you still have an image to keep, and being rude to celebrity guests is not very smart. The media would get every opportunity to eat you alive..." his assistant whispers shout close to him. The man looks at the short older woman for a second, nodding before looking at the young celebrity, who is now quietly talking to one of the female engineers. She seems a bit quieter now.

He sighs.

"I'll apologize after the race. But for now, I gotta hone in on driving. We're starting the race in the pit lane, and that's enough problem for me to focus on for now."

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redbullracing And it's P3 in Brazil for Max! 🇧🇷🏆

fanuser1 He seemed to be looking for someone from the podium. Who??👀

fanuser2 bro went from PL to P3...insane🤯

fanuser3 As soon as the podium ceremony was over, he bolt! lol he's a runner he's a trackstar!

fanuser4 Aww! he SOAKED Kimi in champagne, never beating the grid dad allegations

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~•~

Max leaves the podium covered in champagne. His hair is soaked, and his race suit is sticking uncomfortably on his skin. Kimi, who shared the podium ceremony, walks beside him with an innocent smile, proud of himself, as he should, kid did great today. The older driver pats his shoulder twice in congratulations before leaving to his driver's room.

After a quick shower, he's met with his personal assistant waiting outside his room. The older woman starts talking about an interview and some pictures he should take with the team. Max interrupts softly.

"Do you have her contact?" She looks confused for a moment.

"Oh. Right. She left a bit earlier right before the podium, I know her instagram.. she follows the team. You're apologizing, I assume?" She scratches the side of her her, cleary a bit stressed, while looking at her phone. "Please, don't go full blunt like you sometimes do, just be genuine with it, I know you didn't do it on purpose. She's a voice actor, you know? My daughter loves the animation movie she did recently."

"Yeah..I'll try. I'm aware I exaggerated a bit, earlier..might be true what I said but I shouldn't have thrown at her face like that, especially not in front of everyone." His voice is raspy with tiredness.

The woman nods and pats his back before leading him to his pictures and media duties.

In his hotel room, he sighs. Sitting carelessly on his bed, muscles protesting from the intensity of the day, but his mind is protesting louder.

Taking his phone and opening his instagram. The Dutch man searchs for her name, her profile came with a little surprise. The blue button shining on the top of the page.

*Follow back*

She, not only follows him, but also some of the drivers, and they follow her back... Such as Pierre, Daniel, Lewis. For fucks sake even Räikkönen follows the young woman, probably for his kids who enjoys her work. His finger moved without him even realizing.

The notification probably coming on you phone by now.

@ maxverstappen1 has followed you back

Before he could click into her dms, the second surprise was the most recent post. He clicked on it to see if his eyes were deceiving him. But they weren't. The song softly plays in the background, taunting him repeatedly as he stared.

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xoxoloveslattes Yes. F1 garage was cool.. but it's not the same as it was with you. When you took me to my first grand prix when I was 4, when we went to go karting on summer breaks and when you worked extra hours so me and my sister could meet our fav driver back in 2006. Miss you, papa🤍

scuderiaferrari ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍🤍🤍

kikagomes ❤️‍🩹🥺

bigsister_user good times! Love you, pipsqueak! Always! Dad would be proud!

fanuser1 OMG, she has been a fan since waay back in time, such a cute kid😭

fanuser2 Damn, she met THE Schumacher. W dad!

fanuser3 So she does understand about racing..now I feel bad, srry I judged😭

fanuser4 A mini diva, she was! Your dad would be proud of you!!

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~•~

Max reads the caption, his tongue sitting heavy and dry inside his mouth. He stared at his phone, her sitting on a go kart on the first and second, the little girl's smile frozen in time on the pictures, her eyes bright, the last one being her looking up at none other than the Michael Schumacher. She's been a fan for a quite some time now.

Max stomach feels heavy, ashamed. He knew he was rude, but now he knows that he was rude, not only to the woman today, but also to this little girl staring at him from his phone. He was rude to both of them.

The dutch driver swallows his pride and opens her dms. The time on the hotel alarm clock besides his bed shining...00:50. Almost one in the morning. Maybe she won't see until later. More time for him to prepare mentally. Max's breathe hitches when the 'seen' shows up a minute later.

After Christian Horner was dropped from Red Bull the media lit up in flames, all eyes from around the world drawing directly towards your team.

The news only grew louder the more reporters began reading into the fine print, their hungry fingers releasing article after article. It didn’t help that each new statement was accompanied by fan videos that did nothing but create more baseless rumours. 

It was noisy and for a few days it disrupted everything. Well, for you it did. The attention didn’t affect your teammate, Max, that much. Sure the few stray interviews were distracting but with his priorities lying sturdy with his growing family, he was easily able to let go. But to you, it was a lot.

You already had all eyes on you, the whispers of the paddock reaching your ears long after everyone else’s. Not only because two years ago was your rookie year, having been brought up when you were not yet eighteen- just like Max. but because you made history.

Red Bull thrived in both the 23’ and 24’ seasons. Though, the first year you were more than just overlooked. You were good, really good. But you weren’t the best, not yet. Not when your teammate was the one winning nineteen out of the twenty-two races, with you barely scraping up into points for the first half of the first season.

But then Zandvoort came, your teammates’ home race– and your first victory. You’ve only raced there once before, the year prior in F3. So when you took pole from your teammate with a tenth of a second difference, people started noticing you. 

Before, it was all negative noise. No one cared about you and almost everyone was implying that you were some sort of publicity stunt, that Horner brought you up just to clear his name. 

But then you started challenging the reigning champion of two years. Your calculated overtakes stealing the spotlight in its own way, your rookie year podiums causing a frenzy amongst fans.

But you didn’t win the 23’ season, coming forth in the championship. But the next year, you stole the narrative back. It was the hardest thing you’ve done– beating the man who was said to be the new Senna. So when you ended his winning streak with your own world championship in 24’ the world paused, their minds frozen as you took hairpins too fast and beat the former champion in equal machinery. 

And then came the applause, your name making waves across the media. But you weren’t called the next Senna. Instead, they called you ‘The Female Prost”. Perhaps it was the media’s own way to bring the past back to life, relighting an old flame. Or maybe they saw something in you that you were still blinded to. Either way, they stopped at nothing to attempt to villainize you and max– the media and fans alike twisting your post-race press conference’s words.

But it didn’t work. Both you and Max were mature enough to recognize that the tension was there on track, and that it was better to keep it nowhere but there. It didn't bleed into the late nights you spent celebrating together, nor the team dinners you had to beg Max to accompany you to. 

So when your new team principal, Laurent Mekies, changed over from the Racing Bulls, he wanted to draw the light away from Horner and back to the two of you. More so, away from the McLarens and their newfound dominance.

And that’s when he came up with the great idea of filming a different type of video right before your multi-week summer break. And by default, he chose you to participate in whatever new videos he and the media team could come up with on short notice. Not that you could really blame him, Max has always been quite vocal about how much he disliked those kinds of things.

And all this brought you to today, your back resting against your pit wall with your wired earphones pressed deep into your ears. You weren’t too worried about what was waiting for you today. Not because you weren’t nervous, but because you simply didn’t know what exactly was waiting for you. 

Your media girl didn’t give you much of an explanation of what was expected from today’s media day, having only informed you that you’d be accompanied by an American celebrity. And the only video you could come up with was some version of a hot lap in between free practices, which happens to line up with your current schedule.

Though, having an American come all the way to Hungary for a video on a random race weekend during their summer seemed a bit… intense. And it was safe to say you were at least a bit curious. Was it an influencer who knew nothing about the sport? Or maybe it was some entitled athlete who only agreed to do a video with you in hopes of being more than just another boy in your DMs– which happens quite often.

But when your media handler came over to get you for the surprise video, you cleared your mind with a small smile directed towards her. “Ready to be stuck in a car for half an hour with a stranger?” She winked at you with her left eye, a small giggle leaving her lips when you played along with her facade. A hot lap, you were right. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve been dreading it all day.” And by the time you reached the small group of Red Bull employees waiting for you at turn three, her charisma had already left its lasting effect on the anxiety you would’ve otherwise been drowning in. 

Everyone turned to look at you with identical smiles, their eyes kind. “Hey, sorry for keeping you guys waiting.” An older employee brushed your concerns off with a swipe of his hand, his lips pursing out with an exhale of air, “It’s fine, we’re just getting Will wired up for your hot lap.”

Your ears perked up at the unfamiliar name, anticipation building beneath your skin the longer you had to imagine who “Will” could have been. You just nodded in response before letting one of the staff put a mic on, your own hands taking it from her to click it onto your team kit. But it wasn’t long before you felt a presence behind you, and a throat quietly clearing itself.

You spun on your heels, your french braided hair swinging against your back. And when you saw the taller man standing in front of you, your breath hitched. His blonde hair seemed brighter in the sun, honeyed strands spread messily over his forehead as if he's been anxiously running his fingers through them whilst waiting. But what caught your attention was the way his blue eyes seemed to see you- and not through you.

You struck your hand out towards him for a handshake, “Hey, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you…”  and even though you already knew his first name you wanted to hear him introduce himself, hear the way his name would sound rolling off his pretty lips. Lips that you shamelessly admired, not that you ever planned to let him know.

But Will, being the gentleman he is, perked up with a bright, friendly smile. His hand was slightly warm as it grabbed yours, his fingers rough as they touched the back of your hand. “Yeah, I know who you are.” he quickly replied before he backtracked, his cheeks warming when he realized what he said. His other hand pushed up to rub the back of his neck, his expression growing shameless. “But I’m Will”

You looked at him from under your lashes, “Will?” you pressed, dragging his name in a questionable tone. He caught what you were putting down and replied with an equally as playful response, “Will Smith, center for the San Jose Sharks.” He laughed when your eyes still didn’t light up with any recognition, “It's a hockey team.” Your mouth opened with a quiet oh, your lips reflecting his smile albeit a tiny bit more shameful.

You dropped your hands when an impulsive giggle left your mouth, your lips spreading in a smile that drew his eyes down to them. “Oh, I don't know if I'm funny enough to entertain Hollywood royalty.” Will jokingly rolled his eyes at your play on his name, his hand leaving his neck to cross over his chest. 

“Well I wouldn't worry too hard, you’re doing pretty good so far.” You both jumped at the sudden voice coming from your sides, both of your eyes wide as if you both just remembered you weren't alone. “The car’s ready when you are.” Two helmets were in his hands and upon further inspection you saw that they both had your number on them- number 46.

“Did you know before I went to the NHL I once used the same number as you?” Your head snapped over towards Will who was casually leaning forward to grab one of the helmets, his eyes momentarily locking onto the staff as he shot them a small thanks. 

“Guess we’re more alike than we think.” His eyes met yours with a small hesitance, his response coming out slower than the others. “Guess we’ll see soon.”

By the time you were both securely strapped into your seats, with him starting with the questions and you behind the wheel, you were already making small talk.

It wasn’t anything worth mentioning, the topic never strayed from a surface-level conversation about his travels from the USA to Hungary. But when your in-ear buzzed with life you knew it was time to go. 

You looked over towards the man who was sitting right beside you with his arms centimetres from yours, and you slightly tilted your head with a carefree smile. Surprisingly, it was genuine. It was easier to like him than most people. 

But when your eyes reached him your eyebrow rose when you already saw him staring at you with his mouth slightly open, just enough for you to see a few of his teeth peaking through his lips. When he realized you were looking at him his cheeks lit up with a blush that, fortunately for him, was covered by his helmet. It was at that moment that he wished that he looked as good to you as you do to him, even with the ridiculously obnoxious helmet. 

“You ready to start?” Your voice still carried the teasing tone from earlier, which he noticed and reciprocated with his own response. “Depends, are you going to go fast?”

You scoffed out loud and when a challenging look entered your eyes Will gulped. You looked up at the camera that was already recording you, the light blinking red, and you adjusted your hands on the wheel.

You gave Will another minute to prepare himself before you went to shift the gear, as the car was already running. But before pressing the gas you shot him a cocky glance, “better hold on, pretty boy. I don’t slow down for anyone.” Before he could respond, your foot pressed down on the throttle and his back went pushing back against the seat.

Your hands moved fluently between shifts, your skills seamlessly bleeding into sports cars just as much as your Red Bull. But when Will still didn’t say anything by turn 9 you quickly glanced over towards him only to accidentally let out a laugh that was a bit too real.

Will, for what it was worth, was doing better than you thought he would. Sure, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the headrest. But he wasn’t green, nor throwing up. 

“You doing alright, Mr Hollywood?” Will finally opened his eyes all the way but couldn’t lift his head far enough from the seat to comfortably look over towards you. But his voice came out deceitful to how he actually felt, it was confident in all the ways he wasn’t. “Yeah, of course. It’s not like it feels like my brain is about to fly out of my head or anything.”

When you slowed down to take turns 12 through 14 he finally had a chance to look down at the cue cards gripped in his hand and at the first question the team prepared for him.

Will’s lips pulled up into a smile when he read the first question, which he knew you would get wrong. He didn’t know who wrote these questions because they clearly weren’t aware that you had no idea who he was, or what he did for a living before today.

You looked over at Will at his sudden laugh, your interest piqued at the amused expression on his face, “what?” you questioned. Will shook his head before looking up at you, “You’re cooked. These questions are all about me.”

Your jaw dropped, “You’re joking.” He shook his head, “Nope. This one is asking when I joined Red Bull.”

Your head shook at him in disbelief, your mouth opening and closing as no answer came to mind. “How am I supposed to know any of those questions when we just met today?” Will shrugged in agreement before he paused and backtracked, “Actually, I bet I will get all yours right.”

You gasped in shock at his claim, your eyes flickering between him and the track in front of you. “No shot, Mr Hollywood.” But Will wasn’t going to give up, “I swear I will! Unlike you, I knew who I was meeting today.”

You pretended to flinch in pain, removing your hand from the wheel to clutch at your chest for dramatics. “You’re not supposed to kick me when I’m already down.” Will looked up from the next cue card only to also gasp– except his was real.

“Whoa! Both hands on the wheel, please. You said it first, you have Hollywood royalty here.” He reiterated your words from earlier with his best attempt at your voice and accent– which was a mixture of a few due to how often you travel. 

“Right, my bad. Forgot I had precious cargo to get back to San Jose.” At the mention of the city Will lives in his head shot up with a bright smile, his voice coming out excited when he laughed at your accidental correct answer. “You literally would’ve gotten the next question right!” 

“No way-“ you played into the overexcited act with your voice coming out higher-pitched, to which he responded the same way, “Yes way, it was asking what city I play for.”

When you went to respond again the producer's voice came into your ears, his statement clear. You only had one more full lap until it was Will’s turn to drive. “Speed run round?” Will nodded at your words, his hands already shuffling through the deck for the easiest ones. 

“What year did I start playing hockey?”

“2014?” Wrong.

“What’s my number?” 

“46.” Wrong.

“What team do I play for?”

“First of all, I should get a half point for 46. But this one’s easy, San Jose Sharks.” Correct.

“Wow, I’m surprised you remembered. What position do I play?”

That question forced your attention away from the road to send him a bewildered look, “Position? Are we allowed to talk about that kind of stuff?” 

Will’s head tilted back with a laugh, his eyes and smile bright, “Like center, defence, goalie.” He started listing off all the positions, to which you just nodded along. 

“Right, yeah obviously that’s what I was thinking of too.” He nodded, “Definitely believe you.”

“Goalie?” You stressed the word, stretching it out longer than you should’ve due to the time nearing its final seconds. And by Will’s silence as you passed the final corner you knew you got it wrong. Which was proven when you parked and looked over at him only to be greeted with him tsking whilst disappointingly shaking his head.

“Goalie? Really?” You shrugged in defence, your hands releasing the wheel to throw up in front of you, “I mean, maybe? What’s wrong with being a goalie, Mr Hollywood? Do you hate goalies?” 

Your bickers didn’t stop between seat changes, your voices coming out loud enough to pull a laugh from the staff around you, and a few headshakes from the ones who were fastening your seatbelts. And as you sat confidently in the passenger seat with the cue cards already prepared, Will was the opposite.

He knew how to drive but having you, someone who drives for a living, sitting beside him made his heart race. He wanted to impress you, he did, but he wasn’t sure how he could do it. 

Instead, he looked at you for guidance, his eyes wide and excited as his palms rubbed against the ribbed wheel. Your pretty eyes were looking at him all patiently, your eyelashes long and fluttering against your eyebrow bone due to your slightly downturned head. 

“Full throttle?” You excitedly nodded at his question, your lips pulling up into a wide smile. “Of course, wouldn’t want anything else.” He nodded to himself as he psyched himself up for it. Full throttling seemed easier in hindsight, but now that he was actually about to do it he had no idea where to start.

“Hold on tight.” You rolled your eyes at his tone but gripped the door handle just to humour him. But right when he released the clutch pedal the engine stalled and the car started rolling.

Will’s head snapped to you when he felt the car move on its own, his eyes wide in shock. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, whether it was from fear or embarrassment he wasn’t sure. 

But when you saw it you broke out in a loud laugh and reach over from your side, your arm brushing his, and ordered him to press the brake whilst you shifted the car into neutral, a small huff left his lips before they pulled into a smile.

“What happened to full throttling, Mr Hollywood?” Will groaned at your playful diss, his eyes fluttering closed as his head tilted away from the camera– which was his attempt to hide his flustered face.

“I’m a hockey player for a reason.” You nodded at his words with a hum, your eyes squinting as him whilst you pulled back and sat back up in your seat, “right, at least I don’t need to worry about Red Bull dropping me for you.”

An offended gasp left Will’s lips at the same time you winked at the camera, “Okay wow, maybe I should wear Max Verstappen’s number this weekend instead.”

He bit the inside of his cheek when you dramatically side-eyed him, his heart fluttering in his chest at the look in your eyes. “I’m not sure how well Max will take someone who can’t throttle a car to wear his number…” You trialled off as your in-ear once again went off. 

Will shook his head, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You shrugged with an easygoing laugh, “Well, Mr Hollywood, he’ll definitely be hearing about this later.”

This time when Will started the car he didn’t take off right away, opting to have a slower start compared to yours. “Oh yeah, the McLarens would eat you alive.” Unlike Will, you didn’t have any issue freely moving your head, your neck supporting far less g-force than you were used to. 

“Okay, let’s see if you live up to your own expectations.” You clapped your hands together once before clearing your throat to read off the first question. 

“How many times have I finished out of points since moving up from Formula 3?” 

Will didn’t hesitate to answer, his voice coming out confident and sure, “eight, with only one DNF.” You nodded your head all impressed, your mouth opening with a quiet wow, “Do you know how I DNFed?”

Will nodded, “Kimi Antonelli hit you whilst leaving the pit lane which caused you to lift and spin out in Austria.” He could see you looking at him with an unfamiliar expression on your face as he flawlessly explained what happened. Well, as flawless as he could without knowing all the different racing terms.

You could feel the emotion building in the back of your throat at the remembrance of the crash so you cleared your throat and tried to steer the conversation away with a new question, “I’m assuming you keep up with F1?” He shrugged a bit shyly, “mainly you but yeah sometimes when the races don’t clash with my schedule I’ll watch with Mack.” he admitted in a small voice. 

You cocked your head to the side at the unfamiliar name, “Mack?” You weren’t sure why the name caused your stomach to stir but you didn’t like it. You didn’t like the way your eyes narrowed at the idea of Will having a girlfriend, even if you just met him today. 

“Yeah, he’s my teammate.” You’ve never been more thankful for the man sitting beside you’s fear of looking away from the track,  thanking the universe that Will didn’t catch on to your slight change of tone.

“Righ, um…” You cleared your throat as you shuffled the cue card to the back of the pile to read the next one aloud, “Okay speed run. Am I a world champion? If so, what year did I become one?”

“Last year you got your WDC.” Correct.

“What’s my max position’s lost from pole?”

“None.” Correct.

“What Formula’s did I participate in?”

“Only 3 and 1, and you won in both.” Correct.

“What’s a formation lap?”

“Uhh, the very first lap of the race?” You looked up at him with a gleam in your eyes, “Not necessarily but I guess I’ll give you a point.” You held a finger up to him, “Just this once though, can’t let you get a big head, Mr Hollywood.”

He nodded in agreement, “Right, gotta keep my ego down somehow.” You hummed in agreement, your hands dropping the cards to turn more toward him, “I’m glad you agree.”

It was nearing the last lap and Will was still barely hitting 100km/h. So in a last attempt to push him to go faster, you decided to do what you’ve been doing best, tease him.

“I’ll let you win the challenge if you manage to go 200Km/h on the main straight.” Will looked over at you like you were insane, his eyebrows furrowed in shock, “What do you mean let me win? I literally got all the questions right?”

You shrugged and kept your facade up, “Yeah, but you were also only going like 50 around the chicanes.” Will shook his head at you all bewildered, “And I thought 50 was being generous.”

Your laugh cut through the slightly humid air like an arrow, and it hit him right where you aimed, “Maybe for some teams, definitely not Red Bull though.”

Before you could save face for the camera you forgot was there until now Will’s foot pushed down on the gas as you felt your body getting pulled back. Will knew that lap was supposed to be the last one but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to hear your cute giggle one last time.

And he didn’t regret it one bit when you made him reverse all the way back down the straight and towards where the staff were standing waiting for you, his manager and yours both looking more impressed than anyone else. 

When you both left the car you rounded the front to pull him into a small half-hug, which he reciprocated the second his mind began to work again. His lungs refused to breathe when you looked up at him, your eyes wide and still bright– clearly riding off the adrenaline from earlier. 

“It was nice meeting you, Mr Hollywood.” You strung out his nickname a bit longer than usual, your right eye pulling down in a farewell wink.

“Bye.” He mentally kicked himself when he raised his hand into a nerdy wave, his eyebrows coming together when he realized that you might’ve actually been laughing at him when you saw it. But you didn’t say anything, only sent him one last nod.

And right when your back was turned to him with your braid still swinging with each step he called out your name in a singular breath, his hand clenching by his side when you looked over your shoulder with knowing eyes. 

“Your summer break is next week, right?” At your nod he kept going, his voice shaky, “How would you feel about coming to San Jose? Maybe I could show you around the ice instead.” You smiled at him and fully turned to face him, but your feet kept walking backwards. 

“I suppose I could make a stop at San Jose.” You didn’t offer any other details, and only turned back around– and he didn’t move from his spot until you disappeared around the corner. 

It wasn’t until now that the 12-hour flight felt worth every uncomfortable shift in his seat. Because it led him to you, and he wasn’t prepared to let you go anytime soon. 

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IKR Filming--

It was a little warm in the small studio, especially because of the heavy lighting and costume velvet surrounding me; however, I could not be more excited. It was summer break, and the first thing I did was get on a flight and explore LA with my dear friend Brittany Broski. I've been a long term fan of hers and somewhere along the way, through a string of comments and shared fans, we began an online friendship. She invited me to be on her show, Royal Court, and I jumped at the chance. That brought me here, inside the studio, sun kissed by the California sun, and decked out in a crown and cloak. I smiled at Brittany as she spoke, "Welcome to Royal Court! The show where pop culture royalty compete for a spot on my trusted council. Today I am joined by most feared jouster, please welcome Lady YN LN!"

The room filled with gently applause as I strutted onto set! I used my arms to make the cloak flow in the "wind." This earned a laugh and bigger applause from Brittany. Before taking a seat, I dramatically bowed to her, "your highness! Its an honor to be in your presents."

"My liege! How was your journey?" she jokes.

"Dragons these days, they just seem to be getting smaller and smaller! But the carriage ride was simple lovely!"

"Ahhh yes, I'll make a note to beef them up in the realm," we laugh amongst each other and I reach over to grab her hand. She held it back in a smaller welcome before shuffling the aged paper in her hands, "Lady YN, are you ready for the trials set before you today?"

"I want to say yes, but with you I never know!"

"Watch your tongue madame, or I'll have you thrown in the dungeon!" She sends me a pointed look before chucking and continuing on, "Without further ado, let the trials begin!"

Brittany clapped twice and I braced myself, first the main lights went off and then two direct spot lights flashed on. Despite knowing this was going to happen, I was still caught by surprise. Her team chuckled at my slow blinks and shocked expression, "and here I thought my new tan would look good."

"Yea the lights wash us out a bit."

"Mmh, you just couldn't let anyone look better than you! I'm on to you Brit," I muse. The team behind the cameras laugh at my accusation, before Brittany carries the show onward.

"Ms. LN, we're starting this trial off with a very serious question. Please prepare yourself."

"Yes ma'am, hit me."

"How do you not pee in the suit? Like genuinely, I need logistics." I immediately leaned forward laughing, and I heard Brittany lose it next to me. As soon as I composed my self, I made eye contact with Brittany and we both lost it again.

After catching our breaths I begin my answer, "I know for some drivers who do pee in their suits, this is a hard thing to do, but for me I keep it in mostly with the overwhelming need to preserve my dignity. I am also not a stranger to last minute bathroom break."

"I feel like I would pee in the car."

"I have no doubt in my mind that you would. I personally can't imagine looking my team in the face and being like 'great race today, also there's a puddle of my piss that needs cleaning from the seat.'"

"No yea, that makes sense."

"Would that stop you?"

"Probably not," she looks down at her papers, "these next few are about guys in the dating sense, so buckle up and forget about your husband for a minute. Can you do that for me, ma’am?”

I laugh at her antics before nodding seriously, “I think I can manage.”

She nods back, “firstly, do you get the ick when a guy doesn't know how to drive stick? I feel like if I was paid to drive around 200 mph on a manual steering car, if a man couldn't even do that in a regular car, I couldn't do him."

"Uhhh not really. It’s also a different kind of manual, so that helps them. If they can't drive at all, then I really get the ick, ya know? You're a grown man and can't even travel long distances without someone else's help, what else can't you do wash your ass? No thanks, pass."

Brittany bursted out into a belly laugh before replying, "thats so real."

"Like I don't mind if he's a passenger princess by choice..."

"But he needs to be able to get behind the wheel if the time calls."

"Exactly! But, all that to say I did bag a racing driver so no worries here!"

"That's right! Girl, you married a man who can, not only drive fast, but he looks damn good doing it!"

"Damn right he does!” I giggle before bragging on Pato even more, “he can drive stick, manual, and open wheel!"

Brittany looks away from me to make eye contact with the center camera, "this is what an icon looks like. Take notes. Next up, what's more intense, driving a hairpin turn in the rain, or trying to explain to a man on Hinge what you do for a living?"

"Explaining the job is easy, especially if I named dropped Max or Charles. What's really intense is explaining basic empathy to men on Hinge," I answer, chuckling.

"Thats so true queen, but I can't imagine you, out of all the women out there, fighting with a man to understand empathy."

"Listen," an embarrassed blush creeps onto my face, "there was a time, when a young YN was riding the F1 rookie high. Men from all different countries took me out and when you're with a 10/10 hottie, sometimes you put up with some red flags. But guess what? It all worked out in the end!" I smile at the camera over Brittany's shoulder and flashed the rings on my left hand.

Brittany let out a laugh, "yes ma'am! I LOVE you!! To wrap up my section about men, who's the hottest F1 driver and why is it always the brooding one who never smiles?"

I playfully sigh and look down, "it always comes back to Kimi Räikkönen, doesn't it?"

"Listen there is something about a grumpy man who has a soft spot for me and me only!" We broke out into another laughing section, causing me to grab my stomach, "anyway, you are the paddock queen of side quests."

I begin looking around the studio, this causes Brittany to stop reading her question and her crew to laugh, "I think you're wrong there Brit, I only ever drive and sleep. I have 100% focus all the time. "

"Ahh yes you are so correct, thats my bad. Please forgive me."

"No," I state flatly. We make eye contact once again and begin to laugh.

"So if you were to go on a side quest, like the Met Gala after party with Sir Lewis Hamilton, do you show up hungover to the track or behave?"

"See when my trainer and team see this, I'm gonna wish I said behave; the truth however..."

"You can be real here girl, no worries," Brittany goes to rest a hand on my knee, as if a serious confession was coming.

"Well, if you insist," I joke sitting up straighter, "all I'm gonna say is Max Verstappen won a championship hangover, so who am I to question science."

The crew loses it before Brittany moves on, "10/10 answer. Has anyone ever said something so bad, so offensive in a press conference that you've wanted to run them over with a car?"

I widen my eyes in fake surprise and lean towards Brittany, making sure to whisper into the mic, "how did you find out about May 23, 2022? No one was supposed to know about that!"

"Now that I know, will you have to kill me?" She replies with the same energy, holding back her laughter.

"No, I don't think so," I suddenly lean back and far to casually say, "something about diplomatic immunity."

"Ohhh ok good! I'm relieved," she wipes fake sweat off of her forehead, "are you ready for the final question?"

"Yes my most royal, supreme leader, I am!"

"Which track is the most slay? Like if the circuits were girls, who's the baddest?"

I break out into an amazed smile and begin to think, "that’s such a good question! I think there are too many different types of slay to just pick one. It depends your personal vibe— the old money girl, who wears linen pants and carries a Hermès bag? Monaco. But on the other end of the spectrum is the trendy, influencer it girl in the form of the Miami GP track. She’s the one you want to pick the club. If I had to choose one of the girls to be the most slay in my eyes, it would be Imola. She’s rich, in vibe and history, and she’s hosted so many of “the greats.” She knows how to party, in a classy way. I feel like she always pairs the correct type of wine with her food. I could never."

"Thats such a good take, if we had all day, I'd listen to you go through all the tracks."

"Maybe later when I'm wine and dining you," I send a joking wink, poking fun at our dinner plans later.

"With the wrong wine pairing?" She fires. I make a mock offended expression.

"Ok now," I look away from her and to the crew behind the camera, "is this shit over? Can I go now?"

"No, stay, I'm sorry! If I can be vulnerable with you right now, I don't know how to pair wine with food either."

"It's like an art! Whenever I go out for a meal and Yuki is there, I make sure to sit next to him and let him take charge. If you mess up around him, you will catch the sass of a thousands real housewives, it's insane," we laugh at the mention of his sass, "I think you would enjoy a dinner with Yuki, he makes great conversation and its fascinating to watch him judge a meal."

"I'll have my people call his people," she jokes before placing the aged paper down on the table and looking into the camera, "Lady YN, you passed!!"

Small applause filled the space once again, "You know Brit, it was tough there for a moment, didn't know if id be able to overtake some of those questions."

"Someone has gotta keep you on your toes, these F1 drivers can get lazy. I offer my congratulations on surviving my royal interrogation! I must ask, has all this truth speaking worked up an appetite?"

"truth speaking?" I whisper, giggling, before Brittany motioned to ignore her poor wordage, "I have, madame Broski!! Bring on the grub!"

"Hell yea! Squires," she claps twice and her crew members bring us both silver platters. With another round of claps, they remove the lids. I see an array of food with different tracks pinned on toothpicks and stuck into them. I smile at the presentation and look up for her to continue, "I prepared several delicacies from across your land! Now, I wanna quiz you on what represents what. You have the tracks printed to help you."

"OMG, ok! I can do this! I see mini croissants with the Moza track and, im assume, that is paired with the candies for Imola. I don't know what they are but I'm going to guess espresso?" Brittany nods and I cheer, "I know the flavors of Italy!"

"This is our low budget version of an Italian breakfast!" She laughs.

"Ohh I see!" I chuckle, "it's wonderful! Am I guessing them all, or are we eating in between?"

"Let's eat between, because I have topics to discuss with each one and I dont wanna have to circle back," we all laugh at her honesty.

"Love the honesty, let's do it!" We both grab the croissants and take a bite, "yes I love a stale, supermarket croissant to represent Italy."

Brittany breaks out into a laughing fit, "and the quality isn't gonna go up from here, so buckle up!" I pop a candy in my mouth before nodding for Brittany to continue, "ok so, do you ever eat your feelings in the Parc ferme over the race results or is that just me on the couch?"

We both crack up before I speak, "its so sweet that my results have an effect on your, I'm flattered! I don't normally eat my feelings, at least until a few hours later. That being said, when fans gift me snacks throughout the day, I do have a tendency to break into them in my drivers room." I smile sheepishly at what I just admitted.

"Oh ok, I see how it is," she rolls her eyes playfully before motioning for me to continue my guessing game.

"I'm interested in this," I raise a cheap paper cup filled with bubbly liquid, "it has the Monaco track, and I wanna say its either grape juice or champagne."

"Bottoms up," Brittany raises her own up and we cheers. I take a large swig and start coughing.

"I did not think that was actually alcoholic!" I pull the cup away from my face and look at it, "I'm sure Charles will be glad to see his glamorous home country is represented by a paper cup."

"You were warned about the quality. For this county, I want to ask if you had a cocktail made in your honor, what would it be? And is it lethal?"

"My answer already exists, but it's a French martini. She's pink, she's fun, she's feminine, I love her! It's a martini with black raspberry liqueur and pineapple juice. And, like me, she's as lethal as you make her!" I finish with a laugh and finish the champagne.

"Thats such a solid answer, I think I'll have to try one at dinner tonight but it does sound very you!"

"Thank you! I love them more than life itself," I smile and see Brittany gesture to continue, "I see some seasoned almonds with the Spanish GP track,"

"Yes these are Spicy Marocna Almonds. And on the topic of spicy things, I wanna hear your best F1 hot take."

"Brittany, you are trying to get me canceled," I tried the almonds while I thought over my answer, "these are amazing! My hot take would have to be, if you have only ever raced in superior machinery you can't call yourself a legend. You don't have to have won, but true legend material can at least show some promise in an underperforming car."

"Oh tea, watch your back after that once," Brittany replies, "ok Lady YN, carry on!"

"Okkkk, I see a very tiny cucumber sandwich," I examine the plate, "for Silverstone?"

"You are correct! I'm getting the feeling this challenge should've been made harder. Someones getting fired," she threatens her team behind the camera before focusing back, "as we dive in, what circuit has the best food."

"Ok," I ponder while chewing the sandwich, "before I get into F1, let me tell you the best place to get food at an IndyCar race."

"Ooooh ok, bonus content!”

"Its not often I get to see Pato race in person, but when I do I let myself get lax on my diet, and if my trainer sees this I'm joking..."

"Girl saying that hot take made you so bold, be careful now," Brittany laughs.

"Oh girl I know this will be brought up in a team meeting," I joke back, "but anyway Road America has the best food, hands down and thats from a fan POV. If I had to pick for F1, the actual tracks themselves I dont know, just because I'm always eating team meals; however, food outside of the track I'm picking the Mexico GP. Nothing is better than authentic Mexican food, and I stand by that."

"I see I see, I would love to try it sometime," she responds.

"Girl, remind me and I'll fly you out! Anyway, I feel like my answer perfectly segways us into our final treat, the food for the Mexico GP, which is represented by 100% authentic chips and queso!" I joke looking down at the tortilla chips covered in poorly melted shredded cheese. Both Brittany and I throw our heads back in laugher and I have to wipe tears from my eyes.

"I thought this was a judgment free zone!" Between laughs Brittany finally gets out her question, "have you ever cried over a meal during a race weekend?"

"Funnily enough I have!"

"Ok, love! What was the meal, and as it worth the breakdown?"

"Oh it was 100% worth it, and it was homemade 'tacos de trompo.' I have no clue what that translates to in English, nor will I be learning."

"Y'all mind if a white girl speaks a little Spanish tonight," Brittany jokes, causing us both to have yet another laughing fit, "can we hear the story behind this cry."

"Ok so what triggered it was the food was truly that damn good. But it was a super bad race weekend, we didn't have a great qualifying position and I didn't make it much higher in the race. Pato had come to the race and I was super upset that I didn't perform very well for him," I began to laugh at the absurdity of this story, "and so to try and make me feel better, Pato cooked his favorite meal in the small hotel suite kitchen. I remember feeling so overwhelmed because he loved me and that dish was so goddamn good! I still beg him to make those tacos one a week."

"I imagine you're across the world, just on the phone begging," Brittany laughs out.

"No I swear, I'm prepared to insulate a box and pay for priority shipping."

"Also cooking dinner? That’s very much wifey material of him,” Brittany comments.

“No literally. When Megan said, ‘I don’t cook, I don’t clean, but let me tell you I got this ring.’ She was speaking to me. Ho was in my walls and wrote that about me.” Everyone in the studio breaks out into a laughing fit at my confession, before Brittany continued through broken laughter.

“Well Lady YN, how did you enjoy the royal feast?" Brittany asks in her special accent.

"It was quite delicious, your highness! I think we need to start a food review show," I say.

"You know, I agree."

"We'll start with the F1 calendar, and then go from there!" I chuckle.

"Quitting my job here as we speak so I can focus on those full time!"

"All these people just got fired in real time," I joke pointing to her crew behind the camera who are all struggling to keep in their giggles.

"They'll be fine, you can only go up from here. Next on the royal agenda is creating you a family crest and that way everything you own can belong to me since you're apart of my realm."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," I glance down at the paper with prompts and look back up, "this is where you ask the serious questions right?"

"Yes!" She smiles and looks into the camera filming on my side, "YN LN fan of the show! First question, you've broken into of the most male dominated sports in the world, what part of the journey tested you the most?"

"The hardest part was seeing the guys id drive with get all these offers and opportunities. It’s not easy for everyone, there are some guys I used to drive with who didn’t make it to f1, so I’m not alone in this struggle. It sucked, and sucks, to know that I don't need to be good enough or equal to these guys, I need to be better to really prove myself. "

"Are you sick of running as fast as you can?" She asks, I giggle before replying.

"Wondering if id get there quicker..."

"If I was a man," we sing together.

'Literally my personal anthem," I laugh.

"Next up, was there every a moment where you felt yourself truly become an F1 driver?"

"There was! I feel like the answer I should give is my first F1 win, however it’s not my honest answer. When you asked that the first thing I thought of was a little girl from the Silverstone GP my first year racing. She ran up to me with the sweetest little accent and told me that I inspired her to work extra hard when karting and that she wants to race like me one day. She then gave me this friendship bracelet that I wear everyday," I raised my arm to show off the bracelet made of different shades of pink and purples, "I actually invited her and her mom to watch that race from the garage and then I got a podium so that was super fun. Being her inspiration made it all feel real, not just her but so many people were watching me and looking up to me. You don't get that feeling unless you're doing something important."

"Thats beautiful," Brittany smiles softly, knowing how much the moment means to me, "I don't know if you have a different answer for this, but what's the moment that made all the sacrifices worth it?"

"When I gifted my mom my very first trophy. I have all the others displayed in my home, but that one," I smile and think back to that day, "I was still sticky with sweat and champagne, running around on the winners high, but everything slowed when I saw her, standing alone amongst the chaos. I didn't even think 'I should give her this,' I just felt it, it was like instinct. We were both crying and it made everything we'd given up worth it," I take a moment to glance up at Brittany, she wears a soft smile and her eyes are on the brink of tears from the happy story and the emotions in my voice. I pause my drawing and straighten up my back, "I owe her so much more than a trophy. I may have sacrificed a normal school career and friends, but she gave up so much money, time, and energy. I mean, my mom let her underaged daughter go racing around Europe without her, I don’t know if I’m even strong enough for that. She deserves the world in repayment."

"Awww come here," in the midst of a normally hilarious and chaotic show, Brittany brought out a sweet and tender moment for me. We had small tears clouding our vision when we embraced, "that was amazing, thank you for sharing that."

"Thank you for letting me!" I smiled, attempting to bring the energy back up, "another good answer would be when I married Pato. I mean everything that brought me to racing also brought me to my smoke show of a husband!"

Everyone laughed, "and we're back to unserious!"

"Girl I am being very serious, I don't play about my man!"

Brittany wiped her tears from laughing before beginning again, "moving on, what kind of legacy do you want to leave? Not just on the race track, but for the girls who come after you?"

"A legacy filled with fearlessness and unapologetic energy. I want people, girls, to look at my life and my career and never see a timid, meek girl; I want them to look and be inspired to be loud and get shit done."

"Get. Shit. Done." Brittany pretended to write on her stack of questions, "I love that and, may I add, you are doing a lovely job at leaving. Watching you on my TV and also getting to know you personally, you give that same energy and this is only the start. I can only imagine what your legacy will develop by the time your old."

"Aww I love you Brit," I make eye contact with the camera, "get you friend like Brittany Broski, she always knows what to say."

"Aww stawp it," she fans herself before whispering, "no keep going, keep going. I kid! What is something you wish male F1 fans would stop saying to/about you?"

"Ugh!" I let out a groan of annoyance, "Anything that involves me sleeping with someone. I got every seat in my career through hard work and grit. This pussy is good, but thats only for my husband to know."

"AHHHH!! YES MA'AM!!" Brittany exclaimed at my statement, cracking the whole studio up, "on that absolutely iconic note, Lady YN please present your shield to the realm!"

"Ok! Everyone please be kind, my drawing skills are not the best," I nervously chuckle holding up my paper.

"Oh its good!"

"Thanks Brit," I smile before continuing, "the first prompt was 'my personal royal court,' so I drew my pit crew as knights, with my trainer holding a gauntlet, and my engineer holding my steering wheel as a sword, all in stick figure form of course. Next was my 'weapon of choice', so I drew my steering wheel again. I debated drawing my rear with open, but DRS is too unpredictable to be my first choice, Oscar would agree. Next, was a 'pre-race comfort,' and I drew a note. I keep this note in my phone case and look at it before every race. It's from Danny Ricc, he left it stuck to my car before my ver first F1 race. The drawing version says, 'now go send it, -Daniel.' The real version," I pause while I retrieve the note, "says ' Hey legend, big day. First F1 race — soak it in. You earned that seat, so trust yourself. Block out the noise, keep it clean off the start, and let the rest come to you. You don’t have to prove everything today — just drive like you know you can. Oh, and smile. You're doing something epic. Now go send it. – Daniel.' I miss Danny in the paddock everyday!"

"I would get that tattooed on me," Brittany says amazed while I show her the aged note.

"I've been debating getting one of the lines tatted, don't temp me or else I will. Anyway, the last piece was to illustrate and write my motto. For this prompt I drew a bottle of champagne surrounded by a laurel wreath, and on the champagne I wrote, 'I don't race to prove, I race to reign.' Before now, I didn't have a motto but being here with you, Brittany, I was inspired," I wrap up with a smile.

"Thats amazing! Would you please sign that for me?" I nod and sign right above the crest, "perfect. Now Lady YN, please take a knee so I may knight thee. It is my upmost privilege and honor to knight thee Grandmistress of the Grid, blessed by racing gods and engine gremlins alike!"

"Thank you Queen Broski!" I exclaim as applause fills the studio once again. She has me the Royal Court mug as a parting gift and I thank her.

"Is there anything you'd like to promote to my realm?"

"Yes! Watch me drive in the Formula 1 racing series! We have practice and qualifying runs, and most importantly, we race on Sundays!" I turn to Brittany once again, "It was amazing to be here! Thank you!"

"It was amazing to have you! Squire, please escort the lovely lady out!" With two claps, a crew member extended their arm for me to take. I gently grab ahold and flutter my cape the same way I did on the way in. I watched as Brittany finished the video and called the day a wrap, "does this make anyone else wanna go to Medieval Times?"

"Oh count me in girl," Brittany exclaims as we both laugh.

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User1 DUO👏OF👏THE👏CENTURY👏

User2 ugh YN looks SO good!!

User3 Pato can you fight???

User4 get me someone who matches my freak like YN LN matches Brittany’s 😩😩😩

User5 “forget about your husband for a minute” HAS ME DEAD

user6 it was so funny to see YN relive her dating days!

User7 no cause her eyes when she was talking about explaining empathy to men… girlie has dating war stories 

User8 this is my official petition to get YN on the Broski Report to share dating stories 

User9 no cause she’s so real bc if I raced with me, I too would make drop Max and Charles on a date

Used10 I’d be to scared they’d leave me! Charles is so pretty to name drop 

User11 LMAO YN SMILING WHEN MENTIONING KIMI DURING THE HOTTEST F1 DRIVER QUESTION!! She’s just like me fr fr

User12 she has 10/10 taste 

User13 Yn ate down with the track girlies question!

Ussr14 right?? Like her observations were a 10/10 

User15 it makes me wanna draw all the tracks as IT girlies

User16 her brining Yuki up when talking about pairing wine with food?? That’s too sweet

User17 no cause imagine her, Brittany, and Yuki all at dinner— that’s a recipe for disaster!

User18 the low quality spread for different race tracks is cracking me up!!

User19 YN tried so hard to hide her laughter 💀

User20 ok now I really need a Brittany and YN food review show! Imagine they go to all the F1 tracks and then the IndyCar tracks!!

User21 anyone else crying over the Pato taco story?? Like he cares about her and can cook??

User22 dream man right there

User23 answering a serious question and turning it into a Taylor Swift karaoke session is very on brand for YN and Brittany 

User24 YN wearing a friendship bracelet from a fan years ago makes me cry!! She’s so sweet and sentimental

User25 no because her saying that was the moment she felt like a driver was actually so nice to hear! It was refreshing for it to not be her actually driving, but rather the impact she has on fans 

User26 at the end of the day, YN really does care for us!!

User27 watching YN talk about her mom and both her and Brittany get emotional killed me!! As a mom myself, it’s super nice to see her genuinely care and appreciate what she did!!

User28 YN drawing her team as stick figures and fantasy characters was so clever!!

User29 right, I know they loved it when they saw the video!!

User30 THE LETTER FROM DANIEL??? 😭😭😭

User31 hits different in 2025

User32 he was always so genuine and kind, it’s nice to see little things like that pop up!

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ynln I've been knighted!! My episode of Royal Court is out now!!

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Lilymhe oohh so this is why the internet is broken!

Charles_leclerc name dropped on dates? Champagne in a paper cup?? Mon Dieu! YN, je suis blessé YN, I’m hurt

maxverstappen1 all this time I thought we were friends, turns out I’m just a oblivious wing man…

ynln overdramatic! Both of you! 🙄🙄🙄

Oscarpiastri glad to see my twitter beef with DRS is still relevant! 

ynln always my Twitter king 🫶🫶

yukitsunoda0511 a dinner date with you two sounds lovely!! We'll have to plan something soon!!

ynln yesss Yuki!! Please educate us!!

olliebearman mother is mothering

ynln yes Ollie 😌😌😌

patriciooward my love, my angel, my queen 🤍

ynln my king!! I love you 🤍

“Ladies and gentlemen we may have our winner!!!!”

The hosts cheer loudly over the mics, as the crowd watches you fly towards the finish line.

Not that you knew, focused solely on driving and winning. The heat in the suit was unbearable as always but this was it, this was your moment. What you and your team worked for, for months.

At least, it was.

Until the car next to you swerved and then all you knew went dark.

——

Robby was on edge the entire shift. Dana could see it, Langdon could see it, heck even Myrna noticed her fruitcake wasn’t as fruity as usual.

But how could he relax knowing you were driving?, his fingers crossed the entire day. Praying you were safe and won.

But then the words “High speed car crash on route ETA 4 mins!,” reach his ears. His heart dropped. It couldn’t be you

It couldn’t

So when he’s eyes catch sight of your custom race suit in the back of the ambulance, his world stops.

“Sweetheart? Fuck. What’s her status!” He all but barked at the EMTs, making everyone flinch back.

“What are you waiting for get her in truama bay 1. now!”

They rushed in as the EMTs filled Robby and the team in. You had been hit by another car. They found you passed out, with a small head wound and what looked like fractured ribs with possible internal bleeding.

“Hey hey! Robby Robby step-back you know her?” Dana questions as she holds Robby back from entering, watching Langdon and the others get started on you.

“I need to be in there Dana, let go. Thats an order” he glares at Dana, his eyes watery. He pushes her away and takes over for Langdon, who’s about to cut your suit off.

“Move. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure? I don’t thi..” he stops as Robby glares at him. Langdon shares a look with everyone else in the room as Robby gives out order. They had a life to safe, everything else can wait.

——

Pancakes, was your first thought walking up, followed by the pain. Groaning, you looked around, heart thumping realizing where you were as your eyes land on the figure next to you.

“Baby” you smile at him as Robby chokes on his tears and feelings of relief. His body shaking, his face tired and those brown eyes you loved red.

“Hi honey” he whispers back, reaching for your face to kiss you. “You scared me. Scared the shit out of me” before peppering you with more kisses.

“Hurts” you whisper out as you feel your stomach.

“I know baby. I know. Your ribs got injured in thr crash, caused some internal bleeding but your alright. You’re alright, I got you”

“I’m sorry Micheal, I..”

He shushes you and reassures you it wasn’t your fault. He tells you how the car next to malfunctioned and caused the driver to crash into you, thankfully at an angle that didn’t kill you. How your favorite new suit was ruined, making you laugh.

“Took me forever to get the team to approve the pink” you giggle out, holding his hand for comfort. Your body quivers a little holding it, realizing that it could have been the end.

“I always did tell you you’re my hero” you say gently kissing his hand.

“Can I have pancakes soon?” You ask after, getting a wet laugh from Robby, who’s more relieved than he’s ever been. He doesn’t want to think about what would have happened, if he lost you too.

——

While you and Robby had your reunion, a nosy bunch tried watching out on the floor.

“Dude. That’s Y/N L/N. She’s literally one of the best F1 drivers out there and like insanely hot. How the hell did he manage that?” Santos fills in the crowd.

“So she’s famous? And Is she going to be okay?” Mel asks Langdon, more worried about your health over your hotness.

“According to the internet, very famous. Luckily, it looks like a full recovery with Robby taking care of her. Did you know he knows her?” Langdon questions Dana, getting a shrug back.

“I didn’t even know he was dating anyone! I’m just glad shes is okay” she chuckles out, knowing anything worse would have sent the good doctor spiraling.

fake outs

she'll throw hands anywhere and at anytime

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Scuderia Toro Rosso We are so happy to announce that y/nl/n_official has joined our driver line up for the 2018 season!

y/nl/n_official thank you so much for this opportunity, i'm so exited to be part of the team alexirexi you are going to KILL IT (for legal reasons, i don't mean the literal meaning of kill...) y/nstans what if she does kill it? 😈😈 *liked by y/nl/n_official*

trossofan this is a big win for the team!!!

jbeni we have a chance to be top 10 every race now... omg..

pierregasly congratulations! please do not take me out in the races! y/nl/n_official i don't see a button that turns friendly fire off, sorry buddy - better learn how to dodge 👊 pierregasly is everyone seeing this?? she is threatening? womeninf1 we see, but it'll be funny so we don't care

y/nluvme i'm so READY so PUMPED

fernandoalo_oficial congratulations y/n, i will try to stay out of your way on the track 👍 y/nl/n_official thank you so much fernando, i will go out of my way to get you now 😊

l/nnextwdc OMG RBR PIPELINE

danielricciardo You can't shunt me if I shunt you first 🤔 y/nl/n_official okay old man danielricciardo Old?!

f1brainrot not the promises to take out her teammate and the grid 💀

mclarenforwdc i'm so sad that she didn't sign with mclaren... the power fernando and her could have had y/nbeliever they would be unstoppable.....

surves THAT'S MY FRIEND CONGRATS!! 💖 *liked by y/nl/n_official*

forzaferrari i'll bet that she ends up last in the 2018 rankings.... f1brainrot did you finish your first race in formula at the age of 17?? did you? no?? shut up then

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