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July Morning Reads ::
August Morning Reads ::
GRILL THE GRID (EXTENDED) - op81 x reader (f1 smau)
September Morning Reads ::
WHAT YOU DO IS MAGIC - ln4 x singlemum!reader (f1 smau)
THE DRIVER CHOOSES THE WIZARD - pg10 x reader (f1, smau)
OH MISS ADMIN - aa23 x social media intern!reader (f1, smau)
ADVICE? DON'T LET THEM SAY NO - gr63 x race engineer!reader (f1, smau)
October Morning Reads ::
OUR GOLDEN GIRL - cl16 x reader (f1, smau)
LOUDEST IN THE PADDOCK - ln4 x reader (f1, smau) *requested!
EN POINTE - cs55 x ballerina!reader (f1, smau)
A DOUBLE HIT - ln4 x volleyballer!reader (f1, smau) *requested
"I'LL TAKE ALL THE TIME WE GOT LEFT" - op81 x reader (disc 💿 , f1, smau)
THAT UNWELL FEELING - ln4 x reader (f1, smau) *requested
MY FIRST YEAR - ka12 x reader (f1, smau)
"BUT WE'RE FASTER AND NEVER SCARED" - mv33 x reader (disc 💿 , f1, smau)
THE PARTY - the grid
November Morning Reads :: Misc 01
THINGS COME IN PAIRS - ln4 x reader (f1, smau) *requested
‘TIME IS MAKING FOOLS OF US' - rookie!reader no. 29 (f1. Smau)
WHAT BAKING CAN DO - fa14 x reader (f1, smau)
"THE WATER'S HIGH, AND YOU'RE JUMPING" - ln4 x reader (disc 💿, f1, smau)
December Morning Reads ::
MY NUMBER PEOPLE - ln4 x reader (f1, smau) *requested
NEXT DOOR - gb5 x reader (f1, smau)
OFF THE GRID - eo31 x reader (f1, smau)
GET CLOSE (WHAT MADE ME MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU) - gr63 x reader (f1, smau) *requested
"WHAT'S YOUR CALLING CARD" - ll30 x reader (disc 💿, f1, smau)
"SAY IT'S BEEN A LONG SIX MONTHS" - ob87 x reader (disc 💿, f1, smau)
January Morning Reads ::
February Morning Reads ::
MOVING ON - ih6 x reader (f1, smau)
BEYOND THE SEA - ls18 x reader (f1, smau)
A HANDPICKED SPIRALING - op81 x reader (f1, smau)
BOOKCLUBS BLUES - cs55 x reader (f1, smau)
March Morning Reads ::
April Morning Reads ::
MATCHING (Red Edition) - cs55 x reader (f1, smau)
"WHO KNEW GUYS STILL BROUGHT FLOWERS" - ls18 x reader (disc 💿, f1 smau)
May Morning Reads ::
June Morning Reads ::
July Morning Reads :: 💿 thisdoesntexist - discography
"LIFE MAKES LOVE LOOK HARD" - lh44 x reader (disc 💿, f1, smau)
"TOOK A LOT TO GET WHERE I'M AT" - ls18 x reader (disc 💿, f1 smau) *requested
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A new team? With two females? This is unheard of and will most certainly shake things up in F1! Meet Y/n Rose-Ocean and Evelyn Match as they get assigned seats into a new team into the F1, Porsche Royal racing. Y/n holds the number 38 whilst Evelyn holds the number 72. The two are introduced as rookies in the 2019 season, but, their area has been yet to be revealed, it being closed by tarps, and the two girls' identities have also remained a secret. Over time, even though she’s one of the youngest, she soon becomes the “grid aunt” and even “grid older/younger sister” as well.
According to the FIA, there is news of a new Formula 1 racing team with a full new crew of engenders, managers, sponsors, owners, and leaders. But! Most importantly, new drivers. We have been given hints about these two new drivers, with one of them being 18 years of age and sporting the number 38 whereas their teammate is 24 years of age and has the number 72. Currently, their identities are being hidden, in case this is a flop. The team will sport the colours of purple and black with their helmets currently just being black. More news on this soon!
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allieform1
Breaking News!
New hints have just been given to us about the new identities of the drivers and, also, the team. So, we've been informed that the 18-year-old has the first letter y/f/l at the beginning of their name, whilst the 24-year-old has also announced the first letter of their name, E.
The new team that is going to be joining Formula 1 is...
Porsche Royal Racing!!
With just a few weeks to go, it'll interesting and intriguing to see how this new team, and two new drivers, go.
What we've gathered so far for you all:
- Two new racers on a new team - Porsche Racing
- No. 38 has the first letter y/f/l (a/n: Your first letter) and is 18 years of age
- No. 72 has the first letter E and is 24 years of age
More news, soon.
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allieform1 Many people have been spotted around wearing, what seems to be, the new Formula 1's team's uniform. Including, what looks to be, a very quick glimpse of the back of potentially, one of the two new drivers and possible mechanics or other staff members. But, with their identity currently being hidden very well, a face could not be made out. Yet, at least.
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56 minutes ago
cameron212 Sooo, no one's gonna talk about the piece of hair sticking out and how it's long???
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- starlightmoonbrightwin I mean, not really, no? Lewis Hamilton has somewhat long hair as well.
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- cameron212 I guess... still a little strange
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evelynmatch7 I wonder who they might be... interesting. I just wish that we got more hints... ❤️ by author
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- y/n_roseocean Yeah, you do wonder who they might be, right mate? ❤️ by author
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- evelynmatch7 Agreed, but, whoever was in the picture, needs to learn to keep their identity a secret better
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- cloversand889 This almost seems like a personal attack? Hm? You two moving up in the world? ❤️ by author
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- evelynmatch7 Unfortunately, no. Not yet anyways.
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lance_stroll ✹ Feel like I may know who they are... at least one of them. But, in case that I am right, I will not say.
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- allieform1 Oh please tell us!
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frankrainbow Better live up to the hype.
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ericmarshells Well, this is going to flop...
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willdanjr Anybody else notice two random drivers in the comments???
- cloversand889 y/n_roseocean and evelynmatch7 are always commenting on here, it's what they do, it's like their hobbie or pass time something ❤️ by author
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- evelynmatch7 It is actually ❤️ by author
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- y/n_roseocean Yeah, it really is ❤️ by author
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leonlee Wait a second... isn't y/n and Evelyn those two ages???
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- ericmarshells Yeah, and? They're never gonna make it into f1 mate, they're horrible
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- allieform1 You back off from my girls, otherwise you will be blocked formt his page. Besides, those aren't even their numbers.
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- ericmarshells I could care less
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bartbettybertha Well, let the season, begin. ❤️ by author
ꫂ everyone knows that you are Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend, and they begin to suspect that you may be pregnant because of the clothes you are wearing
— english is not my first language, i am sorry if there's something grammatically wrong
— warning: some hate comments
— faceclaim: hailey bieber
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strawberryn: can we say hello to my new hair?
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oscarpiastri: wow
oscarpiastri: you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen
| strawberryn: I love u so much bby
user1: OMG STUNNING
user2: I didn’t think I needed to see the short-haired yn until I saw it, it saved my life
kikagomes: It suits you so much
user3: I preferred it before
| user4: literally no one asked you
user5: can Oscar fight?
user6: How did Oscar pull such a gorgeous girl?
| oscarpiastri: I ask myself that every day
ynoutfits: Yn’s looks this weekend in Silverstone
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user7: I think I’ve seen Oscar use the first jacket
| user8: It’s crazy because when I met Oscar at the end of 2025 in Australia, he was wearing the red shirt that yn is wearing
| user7: We love a couple who share clothes
user9: why is she wearing clothes that hide her body out of nowhere?
| user10: Right? She was never one to wear these clothes
| user11: I think she’s pregnant
| user12: The last time someone said that, she went to the hospital with uterine problems
f1gossips: Looks that yn wore in the paddock throughout the year, no jackets covering her body. Is she really pregnant?
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user13: she definitely is
user14: she’s so stunning, Oscar is a lucky guy
user15: What are you guys normalizing talking about a woman’s body?
| user16: she’s famous
| user17: It doesn’t mean you can talk about her body
user18: she always ateeeee
strawberryn posted a stories
oscarpiastri: How do you get more beautiful every day?
kikagomes: I can’t wait I need to meet this baby soon
| strawberryn: Just a few more months!!!
deuxmoi: The model yn ln is pregnant! She posted in her close friends a photo that was showing her belly. Yn and the formula one driver Oscar Piastri has been together for five years, this will be the first child of this relationship
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user19: So sad that they took away their opportunity to tell about the baby
user20: omg I knew it!!!
user21: This baby will be so beautiful
user22: She doesn’t deserve Oscar
| user23: I agree!! A 27 year old woman with a 24 year old man doesn’t make sense, he’s so young for her
strawberryn: It’s very sad that they took away our opportunity to tell about the pregnancy, but here’s the truth. I married the love of my life and we are expecting our first baby!!
We got married a year ago and at the beginning of the month, we got married again, but with our baby in my belly.
Thank you oscarpiastri for making me the happiest girl in the world! These five years by your side are a dream come true. Ilysm
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oscarpiastri: Thank you for showing me what love is. Every day i wake up happy because i see you by my side, every day i look at your beautiful smile when i say how much i love you and how much you mean to me. I don’t want to be somewhere else. I can’t wait to see our baby in your arms
lando: oh i am so lonely
kikagomes: I cried so much at your wedding omg i love you
| strawberryn: pierregasly I’ll marry her if you don’t do that
user24: How come they got married and no one ever knew???
mclaren: papaya girl and papaya baby
user25: the photos are beautiful
user26: oh the wedding dress-
months later
oscarpiastri: everything is blue
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strawberryn: a few photos of me and my baby boy
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oscarpiastri: I’m so lucky
kikagomes: I want to marry you i really do
| pierregasly: hmm hello?????
user27: Oscar is having a baby boy i can’t wait to see this
user28: How did you get even prettier?
kendalljenner: stunning baby mama
oscarpiastri: The strongest woman I’ve ever met. Seeing you endure 17 hours of labor was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I never imagined that it would be possible to admire you even more, but that day i fell in love with you in a completely new way. Seeing you hold our baby for the first time made my heart overflow. Thank you for bringing our greatest love to the world, you are the woman of my life, and every day i am more sure that i have chosen the right person to be by my side.
kimi antonelli x family business pastry chef reader
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fc: inde navarrette & a few of eli.
cw: a few mentions of nepotism but otherwise almost exclusively fluff!
based on this request. i hope i did it justice!
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zuccherodibologna | march 2025
tagged: kimi.antonelli
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zuccherodibologna to celebrate the hometown hero’s f1 debut, we present the limited edition andrea kimi a-cannoli! available at all ‘zucchero di…’ locations! forza kimi!
user: forza kimi!!
user: what kind of cannoli?
| zuccherodibologna: user andrea kimi a-cannoli is inspired by stracciatella (kimi’s favourite ice cream) made with mascarpone and chocolate flakes!
| user: zuccherodibologna amazing. i’ll take 100
kimi.antonelli: grazie!! save some for me (and don’t tell my trainer)
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli we’ll make a fresh batch for you! good luck this weekend!
user: oh to have my hometown bakery name a pastry after me
| user: user they’re basically a chain now… definitely losing the ‘family business’ charm
| user: user god forbid business owners become financially successful!
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kimi.antonelli | march 2025
tagged: zuccherodibologna
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kimi.antonelli the andrea kimi a-cannoli are spectacular! grazie mille!
zuccherodibologna: 12 for driver 12 AND 12 points scored in your first grand prix! so glad you enjoyed them - you’re doing bologna proud!
georgerussell63: those look amazing!
olliebearman: i want a dessert named after me :(
| isackhadjar: olliebearman me too!
| gabrielbortoleto_: olliebearman and me!!
| kimi.antonelli: olliebearman isaackhadjar gabrielbortoleto_ no! only for italians! only for kimi!
mercedesamgf1: amazing support from the home town! grazie, zuccherodibologna!
| zuccherodibologna: mercedesamgf1 grazie mille, admin! 💙
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mercedesamgf1 | april 2025
tagged: kimi.antonelli, zuccherodibologna
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mercedesamgf1 kimi in the gym to make up for eating a dozen cannoli; kimi expressing his post-workout need for a dozen cannoli
kimi.antonelli: they are very good cannoli!! best in the world
zuccherodibologna: sorry, kimi’s trainer!
| mercedesamgf1: zuccherodibologna admin would love to try the famous andrea kimi a-cannoli
user: how is kimi still on about the cannoli 😭
user: this reminded me that kimi is, in fact, a teenager.
user: he’s so funny 😂
user: what did they put in that cannoli?
| zuccherodibologna: user love!
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zuccherodibologna | april 2025
tagged: ynln.bakes
liked by kimi.antonelli, user, user, and others…
zuccherodibologna the creative mind behind your favourite pastries 🤍
kimi.antonelli: oh! 👀
user: she’s SO young
user: adorable
user: so… a child is making my favourite croissants?
| zuccherodibologna: user she has been studying as a pastry chef for three years and has exceeded all expectations! we are lucky to have such a talented chef in our kitchen.
we have heard so much from kimi for weeks regarding the ‘andrea kimi a-cannoli’. we would love to invite your family to the emilia romanga grand prix in may. mercedes sponsored paddock passes will be included.
please let me know if this is an opportunity you would be interested in, as it will be a surprise for kimi.
best,
mercedes admin team
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zuccherodibologna | story may 2025
the family is spending extra hours in the kitchen as we prep for the grand prix weekend!
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user: i need to move to italy
mercedesamgf1: we are so excited!!
| zuccherodibologna: so are we! 💙
kimi.antonelli: any kimi cannoli this weekend? 👀
| zuccherodibologna: sorry, kimi, that was limited 😭
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mercedesamgf1 | imola 2025
tagged: zuccherodibologna, kimi.antonelli
liked by zuccherodibologna, kimi.antonelli, georgerussell63, and others…
mercedesamgf1 special delivery to commemorate kimi’s first home grand prix! the entire yln family, who own and operate 4 different zucchero di… locations across northern italy, joined us in the paddock today! thank you, yln family!
kimi.antonelli: BEST SURPRISE EVER!!!
zuccherodibologna: thank you for having us! forza kimi!!
georgerussell63: can confirm that kimi was not being dramatic about the cannoli. best thing i’ve ever eaten!
user: this is so cool
user: this is why we support small businesses!
| user: user to be fair, the same family owns four different ‘zucchero di’ locations (bologna, venice, verona, and modena). they definitely have money…
| user: user the family was well off before investing into their bakery business, too.
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f1gossip | imola 2025
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f1gossip this isn’t even gossip, i’m just obsessed with the f1 pastries and the mind behind it 😭
user: omg. THAT’S the babyface behind kimi cannoli 😭
user: she’s so happy aw!
user: babyface pastry chef 🤝 babyfaced f1 rookie
user: her parents literally own the business… it’s a little bit giving rich kid nepotism…
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zuccherodibologna | monaco 2025
tagged: charlesleclerc
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zuccherodibologna in honour of his home race: mini charl-misu! good luck this weekend, charles!
charlesleclerc: oh mon dieu!! my favorite dessert! grazie - it’s an honour!
| zuccherodibologna: charlesleclerc ❤️
kimi.antonelli: so now you hate kimi 😭
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli kimi, please.
olliebearman: OLLIE NEXT!!
user: the amount of f1 associates in the likes is crazy
user: now known as the f1 bakery
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zuccherodibologna | barcelona 2025
tagged: carlossainz55, fernandoalonso_official
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zuccherodibologna the home race weekend pastry series is official! to celebrate our spanish drivers we have sainz-fogliatella, an umm ali inspired sfogliatella, and alons-dough con leche, a rice-flour and cinnamon sweet bread!
carlossainz55: gracias! looks amazing!
fernandoalonso_official: 👏🏻👏🏻
user: i love everything about this
user: is yn ln the baker behind this series?
| zuccherodibologna: user yes! yn is a massive formula racing fan and one of the most creative pastry chefs! she’s also our eldest daughter! :)
| user: zuccherodibologna i now understand the nepotism comment…
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kimi -> yn
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zuccherodibologna | montreal 2025
tagged: lancestroll
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zuccherodibologna this weekend’s f1 pastry is the maple stroll-scotti! (yn wanted to let everyone know that she is thankful for the support for this series!)
lancestroll: so cool!
kimi.antonelli: i do not feel special anymore :(
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli you were the first! the most special!
user: i want to be friends with yn
user: stroll-scotti is so good 😂
user: does yn name them, too? all by herself?
| zuccherodibologna: user she does!
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zuccherodibologna | june 2025
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zuccherodibologna we will be hosting our first ever pop up at the british grand prix in silverstone next month! all our desserts will be inspired by british drivers and we are bringing back the dessert that started it all: the andrea kimi a-cannoli!
kimi.antonelli: kimi cannoli for kimi only
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli we will have some exclusively for you, kimi!
f1: we can’t wait!
user: OH MY GOD IM GOING TO BE THERE
| zuccherodibologna: user come say hi!!
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zuccherodibologna | silverstone 2025
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zuccherodibologna announcing the british grand prix desserts: kinder lan-noli, coconut rus-pole, cherry panna goat-to (it’s vegan!), and chocolate bear-misu! see you soon!
kimi.antonelli: and the kimi cannoli?
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli i have your cannoli, i promise!
| user: ynln.bakes OMG ITS YN
user: making lewis’ dessert vegan is peak
| zuccherodibologna: user there were many, many trial runs for the vegan panna cotta but our daughter never gives up!
user: kinder lan-noli 😂
olliebearman: OH MY GOD ITS ONE FOR ME
| zuccherodibologna: olliebearman it’s one for ollie!
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mercedesamgf1 we’ve lost our drivers to the pastry business.
user: how many cannoli did kimi eat?
| mercedesamgf1: user yes
kimi.antonelli: eat cannoli go to pole-i?
| mercedesamgf1: kimi.antonelli nice try - toto
georgerussell63: we’re connecting with fans! it’s all pr - you’re welcome!
| user: georgerussell63 oh my god the SASS 😂
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ynln.bakes 🔒 | silverstone 2025
liked by kimi.antonelli, user, user, and others…
ynln.bakes he only likes me for my cannoli
kimi.antonelli: no no no! i like you more than your cannoli, amore! i promise!
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lando | silverstone 2025
tagged: zuccherodibologna
liked by zuccherodibologna, mclsrenf1, fan, and others…
lando home race win fueled by kinder lan-noli! amazing weekend
zuccherodibologna: great job!
mclarenf1: he’s a home race winner!!!
user: drivers and their baked goods are my new favorite thing
user: the most famous bakery
oscarpiastri: feeling kinda left out… my home race already passed…
| zuccherodibologna: oscarpiastri yn will do it but it will be a pun of piastri
| oscarpiastri: zuccherodibologna i’m willing to accept the consequences
| ynln.bakes: oscarpiastri i have the perfect one!
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ynln.bakes 🔒 | summer break 2025
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ynln.bakes nonna always told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach… nonna was right 😙
kimi.antonelli: can’t wait to tell our children it all started with a cannoli
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli it’s always about cannoli with you 😭
| kimi.antonelli: ynln.bakes okay okay, i’m sorry. no more about the cannoli. you’re all the sweet i need, dolcezza ❤️
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zuccherodibologna | dutch gp 2025
tagged: maxverstappen1
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zuccherodibologna maxed-berry cheesecake for the dutch lion! a ricotta based cheesecake topped with a mixture of fresh, locally grown berries.
maxverstappen1: i love it! thank you!
user: maxed berry 😭😂
user: you know you’re cool when MAX interacts with you on social media
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zuccherodibologna | monza 2025
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zuccherodibologna we’ll be hosting our second pop up at the italian gp in monza this weekend! this weekend’s lineup is for all the driver’s who don’t have a home race (or who were missed). oscar pastri-tonne, mini torta della liam (made with whittakers chocolate!), pierre au chocolat, este-brûlée, hülk-ici leccesi (for the savory loving german!), cherry yuk-ochi, bueno hadja-glione, banana panna-pinto, and mango-lex-amisu (mango tiramisu made with a coconut milk based mascarpone). see you soon!
kimi.antonelli: and the kimi cannoli?
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli no kimi cannoli :(
| kimi.antonelli: ynln.bakes so you hate kimi?
liamlawson: you’re brilliant! can’t wait!
nikohulkenberg: you know me so well!
alex_albon: you made a tiramisu inspired by a classic thai dessert?
| ynln.bakes: alex_albon yes? is that… not fun?
| alex_albon: ynln.bakes that is EPIC!! you are AMAZING!!
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yn -> kimi
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zuccherodibologna | brazil 2025
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zuccherodibologna the last home race of the season and the last driver dessert of the year! mini carrot gabr-enoise sponge cakes!
gabrielbortoleto_: and one for gabi!! thank you!
| zuccherodibologna: gabrielbortoleto_ good luck!
user: i can’t believe it’s over 😭
user: this series was better than the 2025 title fight has been
| zuccherodibologna: user yn MIGHT be allowed to make the 2025 champion’s dessert a menu staple… 👀
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zuccherodibologna | december 2025
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zuccherodibologna in honour of winning the 2025 world driver’s championship, kinder lan-noli is now a permanent menu item! and, as the one who inspired it all, andrea kimi a-cannoli will join the permanent menu, too. thank you for all the love and support this year!
lando: this is better than the trophy!!
kimi.antonelli: kimi cannoli forever! yn forever!!
| user: kimi.antonelli kimiyn forever?
| kimi.antonelli: user KIMIYN FOREVER!!!
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kimi.antonelli
tagged: ynln.bakes
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kimi.antonelli it started with a cannoli… ❤️
ynln.bakes: best idea i ever had ❤️
lando: you guys are adorable
mercedesamgf1: our favorites!!
user: it’s like a fairytale
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i hope you enjoyed this short and sweet (haha) kimi smau! i spent the entire time giggling.
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f1updates red bull driver y/n eom was spotted with a man having dinner before the austrian grand prix weekend!
user the no notorious "i hate men" being seen on a possible date with a man oh thursday media day's about to be fun
user what if its another driver?
↪ user she can barely stand her fellow rookie class so i doubt it 😭
↪ user i'm pretty sure she had ollie in a headlock after he tried scaring her last week...
user wait doesn't she have a brother?
↪ user she has a younger brother and sister whose so elusive there's no photos of them together online
↪ user probably because she respects their privacy???
↪ user exactly, we'll see them when they feel comfortable sharing
redbullracing
redbullracing y/n and isack are ready for the austrian gp, sights set on a podium finish!
user let's go!!
user so we're not going to address anything or
↪ user it's literally none of our business lol
↪ user that part
user manifesting a y/nisack podium this weekend
y/n sighed, sitting in the car that would take her to the red bull ring for practice. thursday media day was the most headache inducing hours of her life. question after question about the supposed "mystery man" she was spotted having dinner with. she mostly answered with a dry, "no comment." making her fellow drivers laugh as she also gave the fakest, exagerated smile she could muster.
the car's door swung open, y/n looking up to see the "mystery man" in question.
"did you sleep well?" seonghyeon asked, flopping onto the seat across from her. munching on whatever he grabbed from the hotel lobby.
"as well as i could. your lucky you weren't the one dealing with the dumbest questions." y/n snickered, reaching forward and stealing some of his snack.
"mom and dad thought it was funny, said i was lucky my face was so blurred in the photo." seonghyeon taunted his older sister who had to fight the urge to smack his head.
y/n turned to look out the window, the car beginning to move as they made their way towards the track. the two siblings sat in silence, y/n thinking about how the car's been recently.
once at the track, y/n and seonghyeon exited the car and began making their way towards the paddock. y/n smiled as she spotted a few fans, quickly signing a few things while seonghyeon lingered behind.
"is he your boyfriend?" a younger fan asked, her mom quickly chastising the girl and apologising to y/n.
"no it's ok, he's actually my brother." she turned to look at seonghyeon who couldn't stop looking around almost in silent awe. "first time at a gp if you couldn't tell."
the fan smiled, motioning to her mom for something. "i made these for you! your brother can have one too!"
y/n held the beaded bracelet's in her hand, thanking the fan before going back to her brother.
"here, a fan gave this to me, said you can have one." seonghyeon turned back to his sister, glancing at what she had in her hand. the bracelet being made of blue and red beads, y/n's driver number in the middle.
"i can have it?" y/n jokingly rolled her eyes, putting it on his wrist before walking away.
"let's go! i have places to be and cars to drive!" seonghyeon jogged to catch up to y/n, turning to say a quick thank you to the fan.
f1updates
f1updates y/n eom has arrived with "mystery man" who is not her partner but her brother! seonghyeon eom from the boy group cortis.
user how did we not put two and two together
user your telling me their family not only has a kpop superstar but an f1 driver too
↪ user couldn't they share the talent with the rest of us 🫠
user my two interests coming together like this is more than i can handle
user we NEED her to do a cortis challenge with him
↪ user @/redbullracing start working on this ASAP
↪ redbullracing oh we're already working on it 😉
after a decent practice on friday, y/n and seonghyeon were in the paddock again for qualifying day. after practice three, the duo were sitting in the rbr hospitality eating a late lunch.
"the members are blowing up the group chat, asking me for signed things and merch." seonghyeon said, turning his phone to y/n who was mid bite into her food.
"aren't you guys red bull ambassadors? if you ask they'll give you all the free merch you want." y/n shrugged, glancing at the media team sat in a table across from the two. probably conjuring up a plan - per usual - of what they could film with the drivers.
"they insist it needs to be signed by you." he responds, typing passive-aggressively against his phone. "they've known that your my sister for a while, i don't know why their acting all giddy about it now."
"i think the media team is planning something." y/n said, completely ignoring what seonghyeon said. "i know you came during your break so if you don't want to film anything let me know. i'll let them know."
seonghyeon shrugged, his teasing smile beginning to show. "well... i was thinking-"
"no."
"you didn't even let m-"
"i haven't danced since middle school or something."
"it's not too hard! i was thinking we could do acai." he turns his phone to show y/n a few versions. "this one i did with juhoon is easy."
y/n brings her hands down her face sighing, "fine." she said i so quietly he barely heard her.
"what?" seonghyeon asked, teasing smile on his face as he poked face.
"i'll do your silly dance challenge." y/n was already thinking of where she could film it without being in front of a million cameras.
"could we film it outside?" seonghyeon proceeding to point right outside of the rbr hospitality where everyone was walking.
"oh you're insane." y/n said, getting up to put her dirty dishes away. "you wan't everyone to laugh at me."
"ok, well where do you want to film the challenge?" y/n turned to look at her media team, sighing as she walked towards them. "upstairs, there's a fake grass area on the roof. i'll ask the media team to help us film."
cortis
cortis acai challenge w/ @/yourusername at the austria gp! #eomsiblings #yesiconvincedher #rbrpodiumotw
user there's no way
user YES EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU EOM SIBLINGS
user y/n looked nervous at the start but seems like she had fun by the end, hope we get more eom sibling interactions like this
↪ user apparently y/n used to dance when she was younger
↪ user her and seonghyeon are pretty similar when they dance, its cool!
user coer x y/n fans unite and blow this video up
user it's nice to see y/n do something like this, shows more of her personality since she seems reserved
↪ user i just know her introvert personality was being put to the test knowing this would be posted online
user eom siblings supremacy, we are manifesting y/n podium this weekend!
y/n was standing next to her engineer who was breaking down data from qualifying the day before. she ended up missing out on pole by two tenths of a second, lewis in his ferarri ending up on pole. she'd be lying if she didn't say she was a bit nervous.
seonghyeon was off to the side, having become used to the garage after a few days. he knew y/n could get in her head before a race, having phone calls after tough races. the two siblings could tease each other all the time, but also read each other's emotions pretty well. after talking to her engineer, y/n walked over to seonghyeon who was holding her helmet.
"you can wait here or follow me to the start line. their moving the car now." seonghyeon nodded, looking down at the helmet he was holding. his eyes caught the small cortis logo near the visor, smiling at the small gesture.
"i'll let you have your space, i know you like to have a moment to yourself before getting into the car." y/n gave him a small smile, appreciating the small gesture. "you'll do great, hamilton won't know what's coming for him."
y/n scoffed, taking the helmet from him. "i have to show him that the eom's may be quite but we can be crazy too."
seonghyeon smiled, holding his hand out to her. y/n smiled back, realizing he was trying to get her to do the handshake they created when they were kids.
"here's to the win."
redbullracing
photo's here
redbullracing p1 and p2 for our red bull duo in austria!
yourusername
yourusername grateful to be able to bring this 1-2 home to the team! it's been a long time coming, it feel's unreal honestly. big thank you to the support from everyone in the factory, in the garage, and my brother too i guess...
user not the last photo 😭
user our girl brought it home!!
user "my brother too i guess..." girl i saw the photo of you two hugging and him crying
↪ user i also cried
↪ user and then you have the drivers jumping out of their cars to congratulate her
user one for the history books
SHINYOU'S THOUGHTS
had fun writing this one! haven't really done a true-ish smau style fic so this was fun to write! feedback is appreciated!
pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem!chef!reader
synopsis: for months, the F1 paddock operated under the assumption that Yuki Tsunoda was a culinary mastermind. That illusion shatters on a chaotic Friday when a late, exhausted Yuki arrives at the garage completely empty-handed, only to find his gear and a perfectly prepped lunchbox already waiting for him with a sweet note.
wc: 756
note: hello besties!! this is an idea that @fraaaaankiiiiieee sent me a while ago, I hope you like it a lot <3 (if you have more ideas with Yuki, please send them, we need more about him 🤍)
The entire Formula 1 paddock had simply accepted it as a universal truth: Yuki Tsunoda cooked for himself.
He always showed up with incredibly rich, aromatic meals that made the motorhome smell like a Michelin-starred kitchen. Whenever anyone asked, he’d just shrug and say something like, "I cooked something simple." It was a blatant lie—the plating alone looked like it took an hour—but no one questioned it. Yuki loved to eat. Yuki loved to cook. Case closed, right?
Spoiler: No.
It happened on an FP1 Friday. The morning was chaotic, and Yuki was late. Not just standard F1-traffic late, but late-late. When he finally jogged into the hospitality area, he looked completely exhausted, half-asleep, and running on pure, unadulterated inertia. More noticeably, he was completely empty-handed. No backpack. No helmet. No neatly packed cooler bag.
A mild panic began to ripple through the Visa Cash App RB side of the garage.
But when Yuki finally stumbled into his driver's room, he froze. His backpack was already sitting perfectly on his chair. His helmet was prepped. And sitting squarely on top of his gear was his familiar insulated lunchbox, with a small, neatly folded sticky note attached to the handle. It wasn't overly sappy or poetic. It just read:
"Eat properly. I’ll see you later."
The garage fell into a sudden, collective silence. Engineers, mechanics, and PR officers all stared at the neatly arranged gear, their sleep-deprived brains slowly connecting the dots.
"Wait, he didn't arrive with that," one of his mechanics whispered.
"Then who...?"
"He definitely didn't cook that this morning," his race engineer pointed out, eyeing the intricate bento box that Yuki was already unzipping. "Or yesterday."
Someone at the back of the garage finally murmured the realization out loud. "So... someone’s been cooking for him this whole time."
Yuki, thoroughly distracted and already chewing on a perfectly seasoned piece of tamagoyaki, blinked up at his team. "Yeah," he said, entirely casually. "My person does."
My. Person.
You were a chef. Not necessarily world-famous, but you worked hard in the paddock, managing the catering for one of the hospitality suites. And you knew Yuki better than anyone. You knew that despite his profound love for food, the stress of a race weekend often made him forget to eat entirely. You knew he always performed better, felt better, and smiled more when someone took the time to feed him properly.
So, you did. No grand announcements. No stealing the credit when the grid praised his culinary skills. It was just love, quietly packaged in Tupperware and thermos flasks.
Later that afternoon, while Yuki was debriefing, one of his trainers gently opened the lunchbox to check his macros for the day. It wasn't just "random food." It was his absolute favorite meal, precisely adjusted for the carbohydrates and proteins he needed for a high-G-force track. The vegetables were cut beautifully. The balance was flawless. It was a meal made by someone who studied his schedule, knew his body, and knew his heart.
His trainer closed the lid with a soft sigh. "This isn’t just food," he muttered to the head mechanic. "This is care."
Much later, when the chaos of FP2 had finally settled and the sun began to dip below the grandstands, Yuki found you. You were wiping down a stainless steel counter in the quiet of the catering kitchen when you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
"I didn't even say goodbye this morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with leftover exhaustion, pressing a kiss to your neck.
You leaned back into him, resting your hands over his. "You were asleep, Y/N. I wasn't going to wake you just to say goodbye."
"You still packed my lunch."
You smiled, turning slightly to press a kiss to his cheek. "Always."
Yuki’s grip tightened just a fraction, his tone shifting into something incredibly soft and sincere. "I eat better when you’re taking care of me."
"I know," you whispered back. "That's why I do it."
From that Friday onward, the narrative in the paddock completely shifted. Nobody ever said, “Yuki cooks for himself” again. Instead, whenever he walked into the garage with a perfectly arranged meal that smelled like heaven, the team would just smile knowingly and say, “Yuki is very loved.”
And you kept cooking. Because you loved your craft, because seeing him eat happily was your favorite thing in the world, and because, to you, feeding him was exactly what it meant to love him.
Welcome to Cait's school holidays updates! aka F1 Tumblr Bingo
In my break I have quite a few goals;
Finish Rookie no.29 series
Upload/schedule the DRAFTS that are sitting there half finished
Finish the 2025 Grid (FC43, LH44, NH27, YT22)
Publish a Taylor/Musical Album for every month (Jan, Feb, Mar, Apr, May, Jun + Jul)
Prepare 4+ stories for future months
Just fall in love with creating again
To help me complete these goals, I've created a bingo card! If anybody wants to join me on this journey, please feel free to interpret these prompts however you like!
One girl and a film camera capturing moments at F1 tracks around the globe (and the heart of somebody in a redbull seat).
YT22 x Reader // F1 Social Media AU
A/N: I'm excited to keep creating!!! This felt like my most creative in a while.
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Sun, 24 Mar 2024
Story replies
bff babe I miss you stop working, stop travelling, stop loving your life (very supportive by the way)
-> filmyn I love you!!! I miss you but I love my job more, any way you're visting soon right?
-> bff I can not wait for Silverstone
user OMG she's alive
user Okay girl twitter is going crazy over you
user So you work in F1?
user Pasta and coffee sign me up!
user Busy working?
-> flimyn Yeah I love my job lol I get to be creative, take photos and make food
-> user Sounds like a dream
-> filmyn It could be if I had a PR pass (but it actually is and I'm just complaining}
Sun, 7 July 2024
Pierre & Yuki Messages
Sun, 28 July 2024
redbull posted 2 stories
filmyn posted a story
redbull < always impressed with people's creativty on and off track >
user WAIT HOW
user This is such a weird paddock thing
user Okay admin you are too good
user I need to get into the paddock sometime
user All the redbull
user Did people get to choose their item?
user When are you doing this again?
user Wish this was accessible to more people
...keep reading?
filmyn < Todays exciting project >
bff NOOOOOO the tyres!
bff Actually I know you didn't draw this but still
bff Anyway did you see Yuki 🤨
-> filmyn Yeah he was in P16
-> bff You know that's not what I mean...
r/YukiTsunoda
Obviously, I know that Yuki has a love for food, but it's increased within the last few months. My thoughts is that it's for somebody else. I've inlcuded a photo of Pierre, and obviously I know it's not him, but who's behind the camera?
They must be somebody who's on the track, attends each race or works for redbull? (And apparently has a love for pasta)
Does anybody else have any thoughts??? This probably isn't the right thread for this, but I can't help but be curious.
user1 I wish I could say that I disagree and we shouldn't be talking about drivers' relationships, but I am also very curious.
> user11 We just can't help oursleves
>> user21 What's next we wonder if he's got a new pet?
>> user27 I think that one could be true! There's been a dog hanging around the paddock reccently
>>> user31 You are all being ridiculous
user2 Can't we just appreciate the love between Pierre and Yuki
> user12 If Pierre wasn't so in love with Kika I would believe this
> user19 They have a great relationship not even Yuki could get in the way
>> user22 The real bromance of the paadock
user3 Redbull reccenlty adevetised for an assitnace postion maybe that's got something to do with it?
user4 Redbull drivers and their secret partners
user5 As long as we keep getting food content I don't think I could care
>user15 This is my perspective on this whole sitation
>user13 The boy needs carbs
>> user25 Do you think he'll share the pasta recipe?
>>> user35 Do you think he'll share the handmade redbull pasta dish?
>>>> user45 Asking the real questions
user6 Whatevers going on I'm just glad he's happy
Sun, 1 Sept 2024
bff BABE you need to calm down he's just a guy
friend Please don't cry I need youuuuu
user Do you have anymore paddock tickets?
friend2 Can't wait to catch up!
bff Think about how gorgoues you look in the RB kit?
-> filmyn Please tell me you're joking
yuki I was hoping you'd be willing to share?
user OMG I MISS PADDOCK FOOD
user Why do you get to make decisions?
bff Oh no you're doomed
friend1 What did we talk about? Enjoy the moments
friend2 Oooh FIFA
kika Oh you know I'm going to have to tell Pierre
The rise of Racing Bulls?
For many year Racing Bulls has just been seen as a stepping stone, a known feeder seat a future at Red Bull Oracle Racing. This year seems different.
This seems to be the work of one Yuki Tsunoda.
Putting the white car in the top 10 for the last 6 races, points are no longer a shock but the expectation.
What could be the thing that has changed? Some suggest a new partnership (and no, we don't just mean teammates).
Our question is just how long has this change been happening, because according the our data it could be more gradual then you'd think
keep reading past this ad...
October 6, 2024
filmyn He asked for this
Comments
user OMG the mysterious guy???
user He asked and yet we can't see his face
user Wait a non film post???
user Awe supporting redbull
user I can't believe I'm looking at a Redbull supporter
user Everything changed so quickly
user Missing the film
-> filmyn I promise it's coming back! I just had to do this for him
user This is very cool but mysterious
user Wah't next? A media pass?
user Do you work Redbull hospo?
-> filmyn Uh yeah
bff I thought he'd want you to wear RB merch?
-> filmyn Got to keep him on his toes
Mon, 21 Oct 2024
filmyn Living my dream reccently
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yukitsunoda More of this in 2025 please and thank you
yukitsunoda I'm glad you love it
yukitsunoda Can I get you a coffee?
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FINAL THOUGHTS: AHHHHHHH Friends of film are real! This is towards my F1 bingo, which I'm so glad I made because it's only encouraging me more to create again.
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SUMMARY: When Oscar started liking every post of a "party girl" without making a move, Lando decided to play matchmaker.
PAIRING: oscar piastri x reader
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@ yourusername what a night this has been 🌠
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@ user suspicious how oscar likes every single post of hers lately 👀
@ user they don’t even match tho, she’s way too chaotic for him
@ user you know what they say… opposites attract
@ landonorris still alive? :) ♥︎ by author
@ yourusername barely
@ yourbestfriend the first pic is actually insane 🔥 ♥︎ by author
@ user she ate and left no crumbs as always
@ user oscar liking this within 2 minutes… sir we see you
@ user not lando and oscar both in the likes I’m screaming
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@ gossipf1 🚨 Oscar Piastri and Y/N spotted together. The quiet McLaren driver and the party girl were seen getting very close at a club this weekend…Looks like opposites really do attract 👀
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@ user oscar piastri in a club making out??? 2026 is healinguser4
@ user SHE HAS HER ARMS AROUND HIS NECK I’M SCREAMING
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Up late, building houses - Liam Lawson x Architect! Reader
Plot: You build you and you’re boyfriend a home in NewZealand!
"You've been here for hours, you need to come to bed!" Liam says, leaning against the doorway to your office.
The one perk with your job was the work from home days you were allowed but then you also had you're private project that kept you up late till 1am most nights.
The private project had started out when you first graduated university. You'd always wanted to design and build a house, and having the connections of carpenters, roofers and plumbers you didn't think it would be too much of a stretch.
You're family didn't know how you were going to afford it, however after working throughout your whole education and with the help of Liam's heafty racer paycheck you guys would be just fine to build the house between the both of you.
"Yeah, yeah in a bit" you wave him off, too concentrated on the blueprint for the underground basement/ garage you'd need at the house with all the car's Liam had started to by so that he could mod them or fix them up.
He had his hobbies, you had yours.
But that meant you had to think of everything that the house you wanted to build had to cater for the both of you.
"Babe, it's nearly 3am and we have to catch a flight tomorrow, for Singapore!" he offers and your head turns to look at the clock. You hadnt realised the time slip away that quickly. And now that you'd snapped out of your days, the amount of papers around showing your potential ideas made you relaise how much work you'd done. #
"You're right. I'm sorry, have you been on the sim all night?" you ask, a guilty look on your face for having stayed up this whole time in wait of you.
"No, i went to sleep and woke up about 10 minutes ago to no you. Sooooo, i'd really like it if my girlfriend came to bed right now rather than get no sleep before tomorrow.
"Yeah, you're right lets go" you smile, filing your things away into your brief case and placing it on the cart by the door, knowing you'd take it tomorrow on the plane with you.
You guys settle in bed before Liam turns to you, pulling you into his chest.
“So have you thought of adding a catio for Skylar?” He asks and you look up at him, a grin forming on your face.
“No, I was thinking of making a shed for both her and Benji” you say and he nods, thinking of a cute little animal shed for both of your pets you’d brought into the relationship and anymore pets you’d incur in the future.
“Mmmm, but wouldn’t you want a shed for a nice outside office for in the summer?” He hands run through your hair as he continues to quiz you.
“Well it would be, but we have no need for a catio when Skylar is perfectly okay going outside on her own. You know that Liam” you chide, your boyfriend had always been very protective off his cat.
“Mmmm, so no catio, what are you doing right now?” He asks, snuggling down into the bed a little bit more.
“Well I was just looking at the basement. I was thinking of having a whole room with a setup for you down there? Make shelves to put all your helmets and … hopefully trophies one day!” You grin up at him. He shakes his head tucking yours into the crook of his neck before turning the lights out.
“Let’s go to sleep now” he says.
"Oh, i was doing the garage, i thought maybe you'd want a nice safe place to store all the cars"
"Sleeeeeeeppppp" he laughs, making you feel the vibrations against your back from his chest.
"But the garage, would you want a slope going down on the drive under or like maybe one of those fancy car lift things? Do we have that in budget?" you wonder more to yourself than anything. Liam, on the other hand shakes his head rolling over in a way to hopefully get you're brain to shut off and sleep.
"No! Come back, i haven't told you I also had the idea of a mancave with your sim in there" you start, rolling over encasing him in your arms so he cant escape making him groan.
"Look, we can discuss all this on the very very long plane ride tomorrow yes? But i need sleep, right now if im going to function as a person" he says, before silent takes over the pair of you.
The next day you wake up, you’re picking up all of the things you’ll need for the race weekend ahead.
As much as you loved Liam, you really didn’t want to go this weekend, you just wanted to stay in your office and start with the ground work on the house. But you knew deep down that you needed to be there to support him.
You leave a note for your sister who’s looking after your current place and your pets while your away. You fill up both Skylar and Benji’s bowls, giving them lots of fuss before you wheel the last suitcase to the car.
“You’re still working while we go?” Liam asks seeing your small bag of blueprints, paper, pencils and models.
"I'm sure there will be a table in the hospitality right, I can set myself up there while your practicing and having talks with the team. I've gotta keep myself busy right?" you explain knowing that he'd understand.
"But you'll take some time to watch me drive yeah?" he teases.
"Yes of course, otherwise it will be a waste of my time coming ALL the way here" you tease back before looking up at him, kissing his cheek. Before you can pull away he's pulling you back and kissing you on the lips.
"Alright, come on" he laugh, wrapping an arm around you taking you to the car, helping you get the last of the luggage from the porch step.
"Once this house is built, maybe you can build us a barn to get married in?" he asks nonchalantly as you get into the passenger side of the car, your head snaps to him. He looked so chilled like he didn't just make a garish comment like that.
"What?" you ask in shock.
"You heard me... so a barn?" he grins.
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liamlawson30: not many boyfriends can say their girlfriend spends their time building them a whole ass house. You're incredible!
-> y/user: oh how you flatter me, my cool driver boyfriend!
user1: wait? shes building a house for the RB driver???? who is this?
-> y/user: I'm an architect! I graduated with a degree in it last year and now work with a firm in New Zealand! My first individual project away from work is building mine and Liam's future family home. :)
-> user2: wait this is so cute that you guys are thinking ahead like that!
user3: wait do you have somewhere we can buy those plates from? Hella cute queen!
user4: love to see a fellow working woman unbothered by everything! #girlpower
we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack
pairing: nico hülkenberg x fem!cooper!reader
chef's note: Y/N Cooper is Hollywood royalty, the modeling world's current 'It-Girl,' and entirely determined to keep her name out of the tabloid circus. Nico is an F1 veteran who usually ignores the glitz and glamour of the VIP paddock—until he bumps into Y/N at the inaugural Miami Grand Prix.
note: hey besties!! this didn't turn out exactly as I planned, I'm not completely happy with the ending but I hope you like it <3 have a great week 🤍
Being Hollywood royalty comes with a very specific set of expectations, but being the "It-Girl" of the modeling world means your face is everywhere, whether you want it to be or not.
For Y/N Cooper, the inaugural Miami Grand Prix was supposed to be strictly business. A quick VIP appearance, a few photos for the sponsors, wave at the cameras, and get out before the Florida humidity completely ruined her hair. She was used to chaotic environments—fashion weeks in Paris and Milan trained her well—but the F1 paddock was an entirely different beast. It was loud, chaotic, and packed with an unbelievable amount of ego.
"Just smile, look at the cars, and pretend you know what a DRS zone is," her publicist had muttered in her ear before shoving her toward the VIP garage tour.
That was the exact moment she bumped into him.
Literally.
Y/N stepped back, her heel catching on the edge of a tire blanket, and felt a strong hand catch her elbow before she could plummet to the incredibly expensive Sauber garage floor.
"Careful there. The cars are fast, but the floors are completely unforgiving," a voice said, a low, amused rumble cutting through the noise of the revving engines.
Y/N looked up, and her breath hitched. It was Nico. She recognized him immediately, of course. You couldn't be anywhere near a screen without seeing his face on a Rolex billboard or a post-race interview. Up close, though, he was entirely different. The fireproof suit was tied around his waist, his race shirt clinging to his shoulders, and the amused smirk on his face was effortlessly lethal.
"I'll keep that in mind," Y/N replied, instantly pulling her arm back and straightening her posture, slipping on her perfectly practiced model glare. "I was just admiring the... engineering."
"The engineering," Nico repeated, his eyes dropping to her VIP pass, reading her name. The smirk deepened. "Right. Well, Y/N, if you want a real tour from someone who actually drives them instead of just posing next to them, let me know."
The chemistry was instantaneous, heavy, and undeniable. It crackled in the narrow space between them. Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck that had absolutely nothing to do with the Miami heat.
But as quickly as the spark ignited, Y/N threw a bucket of ice water over it. Absolutely not, she told herself.
She knew exactly who he was. More importantly, she knew how old he was. The age gap alone would be a tabloid feast. The headlines practically wrote themselves: Cooper's Little Girl Plays Fast and Loose with F1 Veteran. She had spent years carefully cultivating her career, finally stepping out of her father's shadow and setting him up with her friend Gigi so the press would focus on his love life instead of hers. There was no way she was throwing herself into the shark tank for a racing driver, no matter how ridiculously magnetic he was.
"I think my PR team has the tour handled, but thank you," Y/N said smoothly, giving him a polite, dismissive nod. "Good luck out there today."
Nico didn't look deterred. In fact, her dismissal seemed to amuse him even more. "I'll see you around, Y/N."
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yncooper Miami heat, loud engines, and VIP views. Thanks for the hospitality @ f1 🌴🏎️🏁
gigihadid The paddock was absolutely not ready for this look. Gorgeous! 🤍✨
yncooper Missed you this weekend!!
bcooperfans She is glowing! Wonder if Bradley was watching the race from LA? 😂
vogue A lesson in trackside chic 👏 liked by yncooper
f1tea Wait… someone on Twitter said they saw Y/N deep in conversation outside the Sauber garage. Who was she talking to?! 👀
user Probably just a PR person, calm down.
user I was in the Paddock Club! I swear I saw her bump into Nico, the tension was INSANE
user The white vest and the Birkin?! She is the moment
user Great to see Hollywood royalty enjoying the inaugural Miami GP!
user Okay but did anyone else notice that Nico liked this post literally two seconds after it went up? He doesn't even follow her…
user Omg he did. He NEVER likes celeb posts. What is happening
f1wagsdaily If he is trying to pull Bradley Cooper's daughter, I am going to scream. The age gap alone would break the internet
user living her best life unbothered by the rumors 💅
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ynuser Suiting up 🖤 Thank you for trusting me to close the show. The energy backstage was absolutely electric @ yslbeauty
gigihadid EXCUSE ME?! The suit? The hair? You are the absolute blueprint 😮💨🔥
yncooper Learned from the best 🫶🏼
voguemagazine Power dressing redefined. A standout moment on the runway 👏
user She said let me show you who is boss!!
user Bradley must be so proud! She looks stunning ❗🔥🔥 liked by yncooper
f1tea Ummmm guys… did anyone else notice that Nico just posted a story drinking espresso from a café that is literally two streets down from this venue in Paris? 👀☕️
user NO WAY. You're joking... 😐
user You guys are reaching so hard. There’s a GP this weekend, he’s probably just traveling *for work*!!!!!!
user Reaching?! He liked this post before I could even read the caption! The man is ON THE CLOCK 🙂↕️🙂↕️
user The tie. The messy waves. The "I could ruin your life" stare. 1000/10 ✨✨
user Nico liking a fashion week post? He usually only likes pictures of cars and his dog. Something is definitely shifting in the universe 😏
bellahadid So unbelievably proud of you, angel! 🖤 liked by yncooper
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San Vicente Bungalows was a fortress of privacy. The second Y/N handed her phone to the hostess to have the camera lenses covered with strict, tamper-proof stickers, she took a deep breath.
This was a surgical strike. Get in, act like a walking, talking TikTok algorithm, make the generational divide painfully obvious, and get out. By the end of the night, Nico would realize he was chasing a girl who belonged to a completely different era, and he’d fly back to Monaco. Problem solved. Drama avoided.
She found him sitting in a secluded corner booth, looking frustratingly handsome in a crisp, dark button-down that shouldn't have worked as well as it did. He stood up when she approached, pulling out her chair with an easy, practiced grace.
"You made it," Nico said, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "I was half-expecting you to ghost me."
"I don't ghost, Nico. That’s so 2018," Y/N replied, dramatically dropping her designer micro-bag onto the table. It was barely large enough to hold a lipstick. "But honestly, traffic was giving absolute nightmare energy."
Nico blinked, his amusement instantly catching the light. He signaled the waiter. "Drink?"
"Matcha martini," Y/N said smoothly, leaning back. "With oat milk. If they use almond, I'll literally cancel them."
Nico ordered his scotch, straight, and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Alright. So. Tell me about this nightmare energy."
For the next forty-five minutes, Y/N put on the performance of a lifetime. She rapid-fired through niche internet drama, extensively detailed the lore of three different influencer boxing matches, and casually dropped slang into every sentence. She complained about her screen time, explained the concept of 'rizz', and strategically asked him if he remembered where he was when the iPad was invented.
She waited for the exhaustion to hit his eyes. She waited for the judgmental, older-man sigh.
Instead, Nico just took a slow sip of his scotch, his eyes gleaming with unfiltered entertainment.
"So, let me get this straight," Nico said, completely deadpan. "You are purposely trying to convince me that you have the attention span of a goldfish and only communicate in memes so that I'll realize I'm 'too old' for you?"
Y/N froze, her meticulously manicured hand hovering over her glass. "I—no. I'm just telling you about my life."
"Y/N," Nico chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made her stomach do an entirely unscripted flip. "I spend nine months out of the year strapped into a carbon-fiber missile surrounded by twenty-something engineers who speak entirely in acronyms. You think 'giving nightmare energy' scares me?"
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. The act was crumbling. "I just... I think we're from different worlds. You have a whole life, a legacy. I'm literally twenty-something."
"And you are incredibly successful, intelligent, and currently trying very hard to push me away because you're scared of a few tabloid headlines," Nico countered softly. He reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing against her wrist. The touch was electric. "I didn't fly across an ocean for PR, Y/N. I flew across an ocean because you bumped into me in Miami and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since."
The wall she had spent weeks building completely shattered.
She looked at him—really looked at him—and realized the worst possible truth: her sabotage had entirely failed because she actually liked him. He was sharp, he didn't coddle her, and he saw right through her defenses in a way no one else had in a very long time.
For the rest of the dinner, the Gen-Z persona vanished. They talked about her struggles stepping out of her father's shadow, his pressures on the track, the crushing weight of public expectations, and their shared love for terrible 90s movies. By the time the valet brought her car around, three hours had completely vanished.
"So," Nico murmured, standing close to her in the dimly lit courtyard of the club. "Did I pass the test?"
Y/N looked up at him, biting the inside of her cheek to hide her smile. "Barely."
"Good," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Because I'm not leaving LA until you agree to a second date. And this time, no oat milk martinis."
The problem with the San Vicente date was that it was flawless. Y/N went back to her hotel, stared at the ceiling, and realized she was in serious trouble. He wasn't just a charming driver; he was smart, he listened to her, and the chemistry was terrifying.
So, Y/N did what any self-respecting, PR-conscious Hollywood daughter would do: she hit the panic button.
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Y/N didn't reply. She changed his contact name back to 'Unknown Number' and threw herself into her work.
For four weeks, they didn't speak. It was an excruciating battle of stubbornness. Nico respected her boundaries and didn't double-text, but he made his presence known in the most infuriating, subtle ways possible.
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yncooper Burnout but make it fashion ☕️
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f1updates P3 for Nico! An absolute masterclass on the streets of Silverstone today! 🏁🏆
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You can only run from fate for so long before it catches up to you, usually wearing a custom tuxedo.
A month after her text, Y/N was in France for the Cannes Film Festival. It was a high-stakes week of premieres, red carpets, and yacht parties. She was attending an exclusive Chopard gala, wearing a silk, emerald green gown that left very little to the imagination.
She was mid-conversation with a French director when a hush fell over their section of the VIP lounge.
"Ah, the man of the hour," the director said, raising his champagne glass.
Y/N turned around, and the air physically left her lungs. Nico was walking into the lounge, flanked by two PR reps. He was in a perfectly tailored black velvet tuxedo, his hair effortlessly styled, looking like he owned the entire French Riviera. He was there as a brand ambassador, and he looked lethal.
Their eyes met across the room. The music seemed to drown out. He didn't smile, but a spark of recognition—and challenge—flashed in his gaze.
He didn't approach her immediately. He let her stew. For two hours, they navigated the same room, always standing just a few feet apart, hyper-aware of each other's gravity. It was psychological warfare.
Finally, Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She excused herself and slipped out onto the quiet, dimly lit balcony overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, desperate for some cool air.
A few seconds later, the heavy glass door clicked shut behind her.
"Green is definitely your color."
Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath before turning around. He was leaning against the stone railing, watching her with a look so intense it made her knees weak.
"Are you following me?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms defensively.
"I'm an ambassador for the brand hosting the party, Y/N. You're the one standing on my balcony," Nico replied, taking a slow step toward her. The scent of his cologne—something expensive, woody, and entirely intoxicating—wrapped around her. "How was your month of being realistic?"
"It was very productive," she lied, her voice wavering slightly as he stepped into her personal space.
"Really?" Nico murmured. He reached out, his knuckles brushing lightly against the bare skin of her shoulder. Y/N shivered, completely unable to stop the reaction. "Because you look just as stressed as you did the night you ran away from me in LA."
"I didn't run."
"You bolted," he corrected softly, his eyes dropping to her lips before meeting her gaze again. "And it’s fine. I told you I'd give you space. But I’m done waiting, Y/N. Tell me to leave right now, tell me you feel absolutely nothing, and I will walk back inside and never bother you again."
The silence stretched between them, heavy with the crashing of the waves below. Y/N looked at him—the certainty in his eyes, the absolute confidence—and realized she was exhausted from fighting it. The PR didn't matter. The age gap didn't matter.
Y/N reached out, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, and pulled him down to her eye level.
"If you ever tell anyone how long it took you to break me," Y/N whispered fiercely, "I will deny it."
Nico’s smirk returned, entirely triumphant, right before his hands found her waist and he pulled her against him, finally closing the distance between them.
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FaceTime Log
[2:00 AM in Tokyo / 7:00 PM in Silverstone] Y/N is sitting in a makeup chair, her hair half-pinned up as she stifles a yawn. On the screen, Nico is in his driver's room, still wearing his race suit, looking exhausted but victorious after a podium finish. He spends twenty minutes just listening to her complain about the jet lag while tracing the outline of her face on his screen.
[8:00 AM in Los Angeles / 5:00 PM in Maranello] Nico is walking the track during a track walk with his engineers, holding the phone slightly angled so no one can see the screen. Y/N is in her kitchen, making her morning coffee in an oversized t-shirt. She catches a glimpse of one of his teammates looking suspiciously at the phone and immediately hangs up, texting him an angry "BE CAREFUL!!!!!!!!!!" with ten exclamation points.
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gigihadid UM. WHO IS THAT. CALL ME RIGHT NOW.
friend1 The soft launch is too loud!!! Y/N!!!
bellahadid Wait… is that… no way.
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DeuxMoi Blind Item
SUBJECT: Fast Cars & Front Rows
MESSAGE: Spotted: Everyone's favorite blonde nepo-model-turned-it-girl sneaking out of the service exit of a very famous luxury hotel in Monaco last weekend. About twenty minutes later, a certain veteran F1 driver was seen leaving the exact same exit, looking very happy. Word on the grid is that he’s been intensely distracted lately. Are we looking at the most unexpected crossover of the year?
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The F1 Summer Break in August was supposed to be their sanctuary. For three weeks, there were no race weekends, no media duties, and no fashion weeks.
Nico had chartered a ridiculously expensive, incredibly private yacht off the coast of Sardinia. The captain and the skeleton crew had signed Y/N’s ironclad NDAs, the boat was anchored miles away from the mainland, and for the first time in months, they let their guard down. There were no burner phones, no decoy cars, and no service elevators. It was just the Mediterranean sun, sea salt, and the illusion of absolute privacy.
They forgot about the one thing worse than an F1 fan with a WiFi connection: an Italian paparazzi photographer with a massive, high-powered telephoto lens on a rented speedboat.
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Y/N sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed in the master cabin, staring blindly at her phone screen as the notifications poured in like a digital avalanche. The secret was out. The bubble was aggressively popped.
The bathroom door opened, and Nico walked out, a towel slung low on his hips, rubbing a smaller towel through his wet hair. He took one look at her pale face and immediately stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice dropping all of its usual playful arrogance, replaced instantly by concern.
"They found us," Y/N whispered, her voice shaking slightly. She turned the phone screen toward him, displaying the massive tabloid cover. "We're on the front page of Page Six. Twitter is having an absolute field day with the age gap. Gigi is having a meltdown. And... my dad knows."
Nico didn't flinch. He didn't panic. He just walked over, gently took the phone out of her trembling hand, and tossed it face-down onto the mattress.
He sat down next to her, pulling her into his side so her head rested against his bare chest. "Breathe, Y/N."
"My publicist is going to kill me," she muttered into his collarbone. "And my dad is going to kill you."
"I've survived worse," Nico said calmly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We knew this was going to happen eventually. You can't keep a secret forever. So, what do you want to do? Deny it? Blame it on an angle?"
Y/N pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. There was no hesitation there. Just steady, unwavering support.
"No," Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. "I'm tired of sneaking around service elevators and pretending I don't know you. But I have to go to Los Angeles. I have to face my dad before the media spins this completely out of control."
Nico nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll get the pilot to prep the jet." He paused, a small smirk finally breaking through. "For the record... the photos are fantastic. I look great."
Y/N shoved his shoulder, a reluctant, terrified laugh escaping her. "I hate you."
"You really don't," Nico replied, pulling her back in.
The flight from Europe to Los Angeles felt like the longest twelve hours of Y/N’s life. By the time her car pulled up to the heavy, iron gates of her father’s Pacific Palisades estate, her nerves were entirely frayed.
She walked through the front door, dropping her bags in the foyer. The house was suspiciously quiet.
"Dad?" she called out, bracing herself.
"In the kitchen!" a familiar voice echoed back.
Y/N took a deep breath, mentally rehearsing the defense she had spent the entire flight constructing. Yes, he's older. Yes, he's a race car driver. No, I am not ruining my brand. Yes, I am being careful. She marched into the kitchen, fully prepared for war.
Bradley was standing at the marble island, wearing a casual t-shirt and glasses, calmly pouring a cup of coffee. Sitting right in the middle of the counter, completely unavoidable, was a printed copy of the Page Six article.
"Okay, before you say anything," Y/N started, holding her hands up defensively. She was pacing the length of the kitchen. "I know how it looks. I know the PR team is probably having a collective aneurysm. I know the internet is being completely unhinged about the age difference. But I like him. I really like him, Dad. He treats me well, he respects my career, and he doesn't care about the Hollywood circus. And I am an adult, so you can't be mad at me for—"
"Y/N," Bradley interrupted, his voice incredibly calm.
"What?" she snapped, freezing in her tracks.
Bradley picked up the coffee mug, leaned against the counter, and looked down at the tabloid picture of Nico kissing her neck on the yacht. A slow, highly amused smile spread across his face.
Then, he started laughing.
"Dad! This isn't funny!" Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. "The timeline is literally crucifying me."
"Sweetheart," Bradley chuckled, taking off his glasses and gesturing vaguely around the room. "Do you honestly think I am going to stand in my own kitchen and lecture my daughter about the optics of an age gap?"
Y/N lowered her hands, blinking in confusion.
"You set me up with Gigi," Bradley pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Gigi, who is literally your friend. Gigi, who is significantly younger than me. If I tried to give you a speech about generational differences right now, the sheer hypocrisy would probably cause the house to collapse."
Y/N stared at him, her brain short-circuiting as the reality of the situation set in. "Wait. You're... you're not mad?"
"Mad? No," Bradley sighed, walking around the island to wrap an arm around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. "Surprised? Absolutely. When Sarah called me yesterday hyperventilating about an F1 driver, I had to sit down. I thought you were just busy with fashion week."
"I was trying to protect it," Y/N admitted quietly, leaning into him. "I knew how chaotic it would be once people found out. I just wanted it to be ours for a little while."
"I get it," Bradley said softly. He pulled back, looking at her seriously. "But Y/N, I haven't seen you this happy in years. You've had this... glow about you lately. I knew you were seeing someone, I just assumed it was some actor I’d have to pretend to like. If this guy makes you smile like that, then I don't care what Twitter has to say about his birth year."
A massive wave of relief washed over her. The tension that had been sitting on her chest for the last 48 hours completely evaporated.
"Thanks, Dad," she smiled, wiping a stray tear from her eye.
"You're welcome," Bradley smiled back. Then, he tapped the tabloid on the counter. "Now, please call your friend. Gigi has left me fourteen voice notes threatening to fly to Monaco and interrogate him herself."
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yncooper guess we can stop taking separate flights now 🤍🏁
hulkhulkenberg I don't know, I was starting to enjoy sneaking through the service elevators
yncooper @ hulkhulkenberg you are literally the most dramatic man on earth...
gigihadid THE LAST SLIDE 😭 If he passed the dog test, he’s officially family
yncooper @ gigihadid he literally likes the dog more than me, G :(
user THE BINOCULARS IN THE FIRST SLIDE LMAO He was actively looking out for the paparazzi and they STILL got caught!! 🚨🚨
user @ user the way they are just laughing about it now is so iconic. She really said 'let me post better angles'
lando Wait, he actually smiles? I thought his face was stuck like that
hulkhulkenberg @ lando I will personally make sure you finish P15 on Sunday, Lando
voguemagazine The most stylish hard launch of the year ✨
bcooperfans Bradley liking this post in 0.5 seconds is sending me. The dad approval is real!
user ok, the elevator picture is doing things to me. The blazer? The sunglasses indoors? He knows exactly what he’s doing.
user we survived the secret era trenches and now we are being fed. Look at how soft he is with the dog 🥺
user @ user I’m printing the third slide and putting it on my fridge. I have never seen this man look so peaceful!!
user The casual Van Cleef necklace in the elevator pic... she is so effortless it hurts. They look SO good together
gabrielbortoleto Happy for you both, mate. (Please tell me this means you'll be in a better mood at the engineering briefings)
ynuser @ gabrielbortoleto no promises, George 🫶🏼
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audif1 Kicking off a new era in style ✨ Great to have @ yncooper joining the Audi F1 family for our debut race weekend!
yncooper The new colors look incredibly good on you guys. Let’s go!! 🤍🏁
audif1 @ yncooper Welcome to the team!
hulkhulkenberg Best view from the cockpit today ❤
user @ hulkhulkenberg HE IS SO OBSESSED WITH HER I AM SCREAMING❗❗❗
user THE AUDI ERA IS OFFICIALLY HERE!! And Y/N in the pastel pink dress?! She is the ultimate WAG 💅🚨
user I have followed this man’s entire career and I have genuinely never seen him smile this much on a race weekend. She really fixed him 😭🤍
user The contrast of the soft pink dress against the literal carbon fiber and engineering equipment... frame this immediately!!!!!!!!!
user Okay but the way Audi is already claiming her as family. They know who brings in the PR metrics!! 😂
gigihadid Absolutely stunning, angel! Show them how it's done! ✨
yncooper @ gigihadid Wish you were here, G! 🥺
user we used to pray for times like this. From hiding in service elevators to getting official team debut posts. We survived the trenches
bcooperfans She looks so focused on the team radio! I bet Bradley is watching the timing screens from LA right now
Summary: The Hogwarts Express is packed beyond belief, and Y/N ends up squeezed into the last available compartment with Fred, Lee, and Kenneth and.... George Weasley.
Warnings: Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Slow Burn / Soft Romance / George Weasley Being Soft
The Hogwarts Express had never been this full before.
At least that was what everyone kept saying.
Apparently Hogwarts had accepted an absurd number of first-years this year, which now resulted in complete chaos on platform.
Students everywhere.
Owls screeching.
Trunks rolling over people’s feet.
Someone crying near the sweet trolley already.
You had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to find literally anyone you knew.
Unsuccessfully.
Every compartment you checked was packed shoulder-to-shoulder already.
“Sorry!”
“Full!”
“Absolutely not.”
“I’m saving this seat.”
“One more person and I die.”
At this point, death honestly sounded peaceful.
You adjusted your grip on your trunk and squeezed farther down the corridor just as the train whistle blew loudly overhead.
Perfect.
You were going to spend the entire trip standing between someone’s cauldron and a terrified first-year.
Then through the compartment window you spotted familiar red hair.
Actually, two familiar red heads.
Fred and George Weasley sat sprawled across opposite seats alongside Lee Jordan and Kenneth Towler, all four somehow taking up enough space for at least twelve people.
Fred was mid-story, waving his hands dramatically while Lee nearly choked laughing.
George looked up first.
And immediately noticed you standing in the corridor looking one inconvenience away from losing your mind.
Without hesitation, he slid the compartment door open.
“You look murderous,” he observed calmly.
“There are no seats left on this train.”
Kenneth leaned sideways to glance past George into the corridor. “That sounds like a personal problem.”
You sighed heavily. “Helpful.”
George’s eyes flicked briefly toward your trunk, then back to you.
“There’s literally no space,” Lee added, although he sounded far less committed to the argument.
Fred, meanwhile, had gone strangely quiet, because George was already standing to make room for you.
He ignored the complaints entirely and reached for your trunk like this decision had already been made.
“Move over,” he said simply.
Kenneth pointed accusingly. “This is favouritism.”
“Yes,” George agreed easily.
Fred’s mouth twitched violently like he was trying not to laugh.
“Oh, this is fascinating,” he murmured.
You narrowed your eyes slightly. “You really don’t mind?”
George looked at you like the question itself was stupid.
“You’ll survive the tragic hardship of sitting near us.”
Fred immediately leaned forward. “Near George specifically, apparently.”
You climbed awkwardly into the compartment while George shoved Kenneth farther across the seat using one foot.
Kenneth looked deeply betrayed.
“Comfortable?” George asked once you finally settled beside him.
You exhaled dramatically. “You may have just saved my life.”
Fred immediately pointed at George. “Look at him, the gentleman of the year.”
George kicked his shin without even looking.
The train finally lurched forward moments later. And somehow despite the cramped compartment, despite Fred loudly stealing sweets from first-years every twenty minutes, despite Lee and Kenneth arguing over Exploding Snap rules you relaxed.
Slowly and naturally. Like you always did around them.
Especially around George.
You’d known the twins for years now, obviously. But Fred filled rooms effortlessly and George was different. Quieter, somehow, but not shy. Just calmer beneath the chaos.
People noticed Fred first.
You had too at first.
But George… He stayed in your head longer, and that was arguably worse.
“You’re thinking very hard over there,” Fred informed you suddenly.
You blinked. “Hm?”
Fred narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Dangerous behavior.”
“She’s trying to calculate how to escape this compartment alive,” Kenneth said.
“She’ll survive,” George replied lazily beside you.
Your shoulder brushed his slightly when the train hit a turn. Neither of you moved away.
Fred noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
His grin became absolutely unbearable.
“Oh, wow,” he breathed softly. “This is already progressing beautifully.”
George didn’t even glance at him. “I’m going to throw you off the train.”
“Can I give a speech at the wedding first?”
Lee looked between both twins once before immediately lighting up with realization.
“Oh, hold on—”
“No,” George said instantly.
Lee pointed dramatically between you both anyway. “OH, THIS IS—”
George reached over and shoved chocolate directly into his mouth.
“Eat.”
Lee nearly inhaled the chocolate whole from excitement alone.
Kenneth looked between you and George slowly, and then “Oh, this explains so much.”
You frowned immediately. “Explains what?”
“Nothing,” George said flatly.
“Everything,” Fred corrected happily.
You looked even more suspicious now, which only encouraged Fred further.
Fred Weasley loved chaos, but more importantly Fred loved chaos that did not involve him personally for once. And watching George accidentally behave like a man in love was currently becoming his favourite hobby.
“You know,” Fred continued casually, stretching his arms behind his head, “George gets weirdly helpful around you.”
George looked exhausted already. “Fred.”
“It’s true,” Lee chimed in immediately after swallowing. “Remember third year when she said she liked sugar quills and suddenly George bought enough to bankrupt Honeydukes?”
Your eyes widened slightly.
George looked murderous. “That was not... for her.”
Fred gasped dramatically. “You bought romantic confectionery for another woman?”
“I bought them because they were discounted.”
Kenneth snorted. “You hate sugar quills.”
George opened his mouth.
Closed it again.
You bit down on a smile immediately.
Fred noticed that too.
“Oh, she likes this,” he announced delightedly.
“I hate all of you,” George informed the compartment calmly.
“You especially,” he added to Fred.
Fred looked emotional. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
The conversation dissolved into chaos after that. Lee started telling an obviously fake story involving a cursed owl. Kenneth argued every detail. Fred contributed increasingly dramatic lies just to worsen the situation.
And somewhere during all of it you stopped paying attention to everyone except George.
It happened gradually.
Easy enough that you barely noticed.
One second you were laughing with the group.
The next George was quietly pointing out which parts of Lee’s story were impossible while you tried not to laugh too loudly beside him.
Then somehow your knees brushed, George started leaning closer whenever he spoke, you started replying quieter too.
Until eventually the others became background noise entirely.
“You’re cold.”
You blinked and looked toward George. “What?”
Without another word, George reached down beside him, grabbed his jumper from his bag and held it out toward you.
Your brain stopped functioning briefly.
“Oh,” you managed intelligently. “You don’t have to—”
“You’re literally freezing.”
“I am not.”
“You’ve tucked your hands into your sleeves.”
You looked down and he was correct.
Fred looked up from his cards immediately and nearly burst into flames from excitement.
“You know,” Fred said conversationally to nobody, “when George starts giving girls his jumpers, it's usually serious.”
George threw a Chocolate Frog directly at his forehead. “Shut up.”
Fred cackled loudly while you pulled the jumper over your shoulders anyway.
It smelled faintly like smoke, parchment and something unmistakably George. Which honestly felt unfair.
“There,” George said quietly beside you.
Better?”
You looked up at him. And something about the way he was already watching you made your stomach flip stupidly. “…Yeah.”
Fred saw that look exchanged between you both and immediately sat up straighter like a man witnessing history.
Lee noticed too.
Kenneth remained tragically oblivious.
Hours passed like that.
The train grew quieter gradually as students disappeared compartment by compartment at different stations.
Sunlight faded gold.
Then orange.
Then softer still.
Lee eventually fell asleep upside down against the window. Kenneth vanished at some point in search of food.
Fred lasted the longest. Mostly because he refused to stop staring at George with the expression of someone watching an extremely slow-moving romantic disaster unfold in real time.
“You know,” Fred said eventually, breaking the quieter atmosphere, “this is painful to witness.”
George didn’t even look up from where he sat beside you. “Nobody’s forcing you to stay.”
“Oh no, I need to see how this ends.”
You laughed softly beside George, sleepier now than before.
Your head had started dipping occasionally during conversation.
George noticed every single time.
“You can sleep if you want,” he murmured quietly.
You blinked slowly. “M’not tired.”
Fred made a noise that sounded suspiciously like disbelief.
“I hate him,” George muttered.
“Impossible,” Fred replied. “You’re in love.”
You laughed quietly beside George, too tired now to properly hide it.
The compartment had gone soft around the edges.
Dark windows.
Low voices.
The rhythmic sound of the train against the tracks.
It felt strangely cozy now that most students had left.
George glanced sideways at you again just in time to see your eyes slipping closed for the fifth time in ten minutes.
“You’re exhausted.”
“I’m fine,” you mumbled.
Then immediately yawned.
Fred pointed dramatically. “Compelling argument.”
You rolled your eyes weakly before letting your head fall back against the seat.
George watched you for a second too long. Then quietly “You can lean here if you want.”
The entire compartment went silent.
Even Lee woke up slightly.
Fred slowly turned toward George with the expression of someone witnessing divine intervention.
George ignored all of them completely.
Your heart did something deeply embarrassing inside your chest.
“You sure?”
George shrugged one shoulder like this wasn’t affecting him whatsoever. “Better than sleeping against the window.”
Fred looked personally devastated by how smooth that sounded. “Oh, he’s good,” he whispered to himself.
George closed his eyes briefly. “I regret teaching you how to speak.”
But you were already moving slightly closer. Carefully, like you were trying not to make it obvious this affected you too.
Your shoulder brushed his first. Then your head rested lightly against him.
George went completely still.
Fred’s eyes widened instantly.
Lee looked like he might scream.
Kenneth returned at the worst possible moment carrying crisps.
“…Why does George look like he’s been shot?”
“Nobody speak,” Fred whispered urgently. “You’ll scare him.”
George very calmly reached across the compartment and kicked Fred directly in the knee.
But he never moved away from you.
Not once.
And after a while... after the warmth of the compartment and the steady movement of the train and George beside you melted together into something soft and safe... you fell asleep.
George realized it when your breathing changed first. Then when your hand relaxed slightly against his arm. Something in his expression softened immediately.
Fred saw it and nearly lost consciousness from secondhand emotions. “Oh, he’s gone,” Fred mouthed dramatically toward Lee.
Lee nodded solemnly. “Tragic.”
George ignored both of them. Mostly because he couldn’t stop looking down at you.
You looked comfortable, warm and peaceful.
Trusting him enough to fall asleep on him this easily did something dangerous to his chest.
Fred watched his brother carefully for another minute before grinning slowly.
“Your arm’s dead already, isn’t it?”
George answered without looking away from you. “I can’t feel my spine.”
Lee snorted loudly.
Fred looked delighted. “And yet look at you. Still refusing to move.”
George finally glanced at him once. Very calm and very serious.
“She’s sleeping.”
And somehow that shut all of them up for a second.
Because there it was again. That thing George did.
No dramatics.
No flirting.
No showing off.
Just quiet care like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Fred leaned back against the seat afterward with the biggest smirk imaginable.
Because oh, this was bad.
George Weasley was finished.
By the time you woke up, the train was almost empty.
The compartment lights had dimmed softly overhead and outside the windows the world had dissolved into darkness broken only by the occasional flicker of passing station lamps.
For one confusing second, you had absolutely no idea where you were.
Then warmth beneath your cheek.
A steady heartbeat.
George.
Your eyes blinked open slowly. And you realized you were lying against George.
Your head tucked against his shoulder.
One of his arms trapped awkwardly beneath yours.
A jumper draped over you at some point during the night.
Your eyes blinked open lazily.
Outside the windows, darkness stretched endlessly across the countryside.
The train compartment was nearly empty now.
Only you.
George.
Fred.
Fred sat across from you looking deeply offended by life itself.
“Oh good,” he muttered the second he noticed you awake. “Sleeping Beauty returns.”
You straightened instantly. “Merlin's beard— I fell asleep.”
George’s voice came low beside you. “Bit, yeah.”
You rubbed at your eyes. “What station are we at?”
Silence.
Immediate.
Suspicious.
Terrible silence.
Slowly you looked up.
Fred pointed directly at George. “His fault.”
George looked unimpressed. “You were also there.”
“Yes, but I’m not the one who looked physically ready to fight me when I tried to wake her up.”
Your brain caught up several horrifying seconds later. “…Wait.”
Fred crossed both arms dramatically. “Congratulations. We are now approximately nowhere near where we were supposed to get off.”
You stared.
“You missed the station?!”
George had the audacity to shrug slightly. “You looked comfortable.”
Your heart did something catastrophically stupid at that answer.
Fred made a violent disgusted sound immediately.
“See? That! That exact tone! We could’ve been home an hour ago!”
“I said we should wake her eventually.”
“And then you said: ‘No, she’s tired.’”
George looked entirely unapologetic.
At some point after falling asleep against him, you’d curled closer unconsciously and George had known immediately he was doomed.
There was genuinely no recovering from a girl trusting you enough to sleep on your shoulder like that.
Especially not when she kept making tiny sleepy noises every time the train moved.
Fred threw his hands upward dramatically.
“I cannot believe I suffered through this for romance.” Now Fred looked between both of you again and narrowed his eyes. “You know what’s sick? Neither of you even look upset.”
“I am upset,” you argued weakly.
George glanced sideways at you.
You were still wearing his jumper.
Still sleepy.
Hair slightly messy from sleep.
You looked devastating, actually.
George smiled before he could stop himself.
And unfortunately—
Fred saw that too.
“Oh, he’s finished,” Fred announced immediately. “You missed your own stop for her!”
George looked thoughtful for a second. “…Worth it.”
Fred gagged loudly.
Your face burned instantly.
And George only looked more amused about it now.
Fred complained the entire walk across the empty platform.
Loudly.
Dramatically.
“With proper planning,” he informed the universe, dragging his trunk behind him, “I could currently be home eating my mother’s cooking instead of wandering the countryside with two emotionally compromised people.”
“You’ll survive,” George said calmly.
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re in love.”
You nearly tripped.
George shot Fred a warning look immediately.
Fred gasped. “Oh, so now we’re pretending that wasn’t obvious?”
“Fred.”
“No, because personally I think missing an entire station for a girl should qualify as a medical condition—”
George shoved him lightly toward the exit doors.
“Walk faster.”
Fred grinned victoriously anyway.
Outside, the night air felt cool against your skin. Quiet. Still.
The station was almost empty now, lit only by soft golden lamps overhead.
You adjusted the sleeves of George’s jumper around your hands unconsciously.
George noticed instantly.
“You can keep it,” he said before you could speak.
You looked up. “George—”
“I mean it.”
His voice softened slightly then, quieter beneath Fred’s continued complaining somewhere ahead of you.
“Looks better on you anyway.”
Your chest hurt a little at that.
Fred turned around abruptly while walking backwards.
“If the two of you start flirting again before we find transportation home, I’m leaving both of you here.”
George didn’t even look away from you.
“Wouldn’t blame you.”
Fred stared at him in horror.
“Oh, you’re gone gone.”
You laughed softly before you could stop yourself.
George looked at you immediately at the sound.
And just like that—
everything else disappeared again.
The station.
The cold.
Fred’s dramatics.
Just you smiling at him beneath dim station lights while wearing his jumper like you already belonged there.
George felt something settle quietly in his chest then. Like maybe this had been happening long before either of you finally noticed it.
And honestly?
Missing the train stop suddenly felt like a very small price to pay.
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i knowwww ur request are really full rn but if i don’t send this now ill forget. so. as a society i think we need party girl/no shame/horny asf leclerc youngest sister reader x lando. where she’s lowk just traumatizing the hell out of her brothers while lando fights for his life
No Shame, No Regrets
Lando Norris x Leclerc!reader
Synopsis: She's confident, unapologetic, and relentlessly flirty. Zero filter, maximum chaos - meet baby Leclerc.
Moonlight Radio: and yes my requests are practically bursting at the seems but I really enjoyed writing this one - I hope u like it!
The Monaco Grand Prix paddock was buzzing with its usual energy-team personnel rushing between motorhomes, journalists hunting for quotes, and drivers navigating the controlled chaos. Charles Leclerc was mid-conversation with his engineer when he heard it.
That laugh.
His head whipped around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. Sure enough, there she was: Y/N Leclerc, his youngest sister, wearing a sundress that was perfectly appropriate yet somehow still made him want to throw a blanket over her, leaning against the McLaren hospitality area like she owned the place.
And she was talking to Lando Norris.
"-honestly think it's the way you handle the curves," Y/N was saying, her voice carrying just enough for Charles to catch it. "Very... smooth. Controlled. I appreciate a man who knows exactly what he's doing with his hands."
Lando's eyes widened slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. "I—are we still talking about driving?"
"Are we?" Y/N tilted her head, her smile absolutely wicked. "I was definitely talking about driving, Lando. What did you think I meant?"
Charles felt his eye twitch. That was his sister. Talking to his friend. About... he didn't even want to know.
"Y/N," he called out, his voice strained.
She turned, her expression brightening. "Charlie! I was just complimenting Lando on his performance. He's been doing so well this season, don't you think? Really... hard work paying off."
The way she said 'hard' should be illegal.
Lando coughed, clearly fighting back laughter. "Hey, mate. Your sister was just—"
"I heard what my sister was doing," Charles interrupted, his jaw tight. He switched to French, directing his words at Y/N. "What are you doing here?"
She responded in English, because of course she did. "Supporting my favorite driver, obviously."
"I'm your brother."
"I said what I said." She turned back to Lando, whose shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. "Anyway, I should let you get back to... whatever it is you do to prepare. Stretching? I bet you're very flexible."
"Oh my God," Charles muttered.
"I do yoga sometimes," Lando offered, because apparently he had a death wish.
"Do you?" Y/N's eyes lit up. "I'd love to see your downward dog sometime."
"I'm leaving," Charles announced. "Y/N, you're coming with me."
"I'm twenty-three, Charles."
"I don't care if you're forty-three, you're not—" He gestured vaguely at Lando, who was now openly grinning. "This. You're not doing this."
"Doing what? Having a conversation?" Y/N's expression was pure innocence. "Lando doesn't mind. Do you, Lando?"
Lando looked between the two siblings, clearly weighing his options. Self-preservation lost to entertainment value. "I mean, it's a free paddock."
Charles pointed at him. "You. Stop encouraging her."
"I'm not encouraging anything! She's just-“
"Very friendly," Y/N finished. "It's called being personable, Charles. You should try it sometime." She patted her brother's cheek and walked away, calling over her shoulder, "See you around, Norris!"
Lando watched her go, then turned to Charles with barely contained amusement. "Your sister is-“
"Don't," Charles warned. "Whatever you're about to say, don't."
"I was going to say 'funny.'"
"That's not what she's trying to be."
"Oh, I know." Lando's grin was absolutely shit-eating. "Mate, you look like you're about to have an aneurysm."
"I might," Charles admitted. "She's going to be here all weekend."
"Is she?" Lando looked far too pleased about that information.
Charles pointed at him again. "Stay away from my sister."
"She approached me!"
"Then run away next time!"
—
The next morning, Lando was reviewing data in the McLaren garage when someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to find Y/N holding two coffee cups, wearing jeans and a McLaren-orange crop top that he was absolutely certain she'd chosen specifically to torment her brother.
"Morning," she said brightly. "Brought you coffee. Flat white, right? I asked around."
"You asked around about my coffee order?"
"I'm thorough." She handed him the cup, her fingers brushing his deliberately. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine?" It came out as a question. Lando glanced around the garage, noting several mechanics suddenly very interested in their work while clearly eavesdropping. "Did you need something?"
"Just wanted to wish you luck for practice. And tell you that I think you're going to do really well this weekend." She leaned against his workstation. "You've got great... stamina. For the long races, I mean. Very impressive endurance."
One of the mechanics dropped a wrench.
Lando bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "Thanks? That's... yeah, endurance is important in racing."
"In lots of things," Y/N agreed solemnly.
"Y/N!" Charles's voice carried across the garage like the wrath of God. He appeared moments later, looking like he'd aged five years overnight. "Why are you in the McLaren garage?"
"Bringing Lando coffee. Want some? Oh wait, you're Ferrari. Guess you're stuck with their coffee. Shame."
"Can I talk to you?" Charles didn't wait for an answer, taking her elbow. "Privately?"
"We're just talking, Charles."
"You're not just talking, you're-" He seemed to struggle for words. "You're doing that thing you do!"
"What thing?" Y/N's innocence was Oscar-worthy.
"The thing where you-" Charles glanced at Lando, then lowered his voice. "Can you please not flirt with my friends in their workplace?"
"I'm networking."
"That's not networking!"
"Fine, I'm shooting my shot. Is that better?"
Charles looked like he wanted to scream. "He's my friend!"
"So I have good taste. It runs in the family." She patted his chest. "Relax, Charlie. I'm just having fun. Besides, Lando doesn't seem to mind." She looked past Charles to where Lando was definitely listening while pretending not to. "Do you, Lando?"
Lando knew the correct answer. The safe answer. The answer that would preserve his friendship with Charles and prevent any awkwardness.
"I mean, the coffee's good," he said instead.
Charles turned to glare at him. "You're not helping."
"I'm just being honest!"
"Be less honest!" Charles turned back to Y/N. "You. Ferrari motorhome. Now."
"So demanding," Y/N sighed. "Fine. But for the record, I'm an adult and you can't actually tell me what to do." She wiggled her fingers at Lando. "Bye, Lando. Love watching you work."
After they left, one of the mechanics sidled up to Lando. "Mate, Charles is going to murder you."
"Probably," Lando agreed, taking a sip of the coffee. "But did you see his face? Totally worth it."
—
In the Ferrari motorhome, Charles was pacing while Y/N sat on the couch, examining her nails.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Charles demanded.
"I'm trying to get laid, actually, but sure, let's make it about you."
"Y/N!"
"What?" She looked up at him. "You're acting like I'm doing something crazy. I think Lando's hot. I'm making my interest known. This is normal human behavior."
"Not in the paddock! Not with my friends! Not-" He gestured frantically. "Not like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like you're... you're..." Charles struggled. "You told him you wanted to see his downward dog!"
"I do. I bet he's very bendy."
Charles made a noise like a dying animal. "Please. Please, Y/N. Have mercy on me."
"Charlie." She stood up, her expression softening slightly. "I love you. You're my big brother and you're amazing. But you don't get to police who I'm attracted to or how I express that attraction."
"I'm not trying to police you, I'm trying to save myself from having to hear my baby sister talk about-" He shuddered. "I can't even say it."
"Sex?" Y/N supplied helpfully.
"Stop!"
"Charles, I'm going to say this once: I like Lando. He's funny, he's cute, and he seems into it. I'm going to continue shooting my shot. You can either accept that or spend the whole weekend stressed." She headed for the door, then paused. "Also, for what it's worth? He has really nice hands. Like, really nice. I bet he's great at—"
"GET OUT!"
Y/N's laughter echoed down the hallway.
—
That night, Lando was heading back to his hotel room after dinner when he heard his name. He turned to find Y/N leaning against the wall near his door, wearing a little black dress that made his brain short-circuit slightly.
"Do you just... lurk in hallways?" he asked.
"Only when I'm hunting," she said with a grin. "Good dinner?"
"It was fine. How did you know which room was mine?"
"I have my ways." She pushed off the wall, moving closer. "Want to know a secret?"
"I feel like I shouldn't say yes to that."
"Charles's room is two doors down."
Lando's eyes widened. "Why would you tell me that?"
"Because I think it's funny how nervous it makes you." She was close enough now that he could smell her perfume. "You're not actually scared of my brother, are you?"
"Terrified," Lando admitted. "He's very intense when he wants to be."
"So am I." Her voice dropped lower. "When I want something."
"Y/N..." Lando's voice came out rougher than intended. "What are you doing?"
"Right now? Trying to figure out if you're interested or just being polite because I'm Charles's sister."
"Can't it be both?"
She laughed, the sound genuine and warm. "I like you, Lando. You're funny. You don't take yourself too seriously. And you've got this whole thing-" She gestured vaguely at him. "—that really works for me."
"What thing?"
"The slightly chaotic, definitely charming, probably-trouble-but-in-a-fun-way thing."
"That's a lot of hyphens."
"You're deflecting."
"I'm processing," Lando corrected. "Your brother is two doors down, you're standing here looking like that, and I'm trying to figure out if this is a test."
"It's not a test. It's an invitation."
"To?"
"Whatever you want it to be." She stepped back, giving him space. "But no pressure. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I'm genuinely interested. Not just messing around to annoy Charles, though that's a fun bonus."
Lando studied her for a moment. She was beautiful, obviously, but there was something else-a confidence, a directness that he found incredibly attractive. "You're serious."
"Completely."
"And you don't care that Charles might actually kill me?"
"He won't. He'll threaten to, but he won't." She smiled. "Besides, I'm very good at protecting what's mine."
"I'm yours now?"
"Not yet. But I'm patient." She started walking backward down the hall. "Sleep well, Norris. Dream of me."
"You're ridiculous," he called after her.
"You're smiling!"
He was. He really, really was.
—
The team dinner the following night was supposed to be a nice, civilized affair. Key word: supposed.
Lando arrived to find Y/N already seated, strategically positioned between an empty chair (which he suspected was meant for him) and across from Charles and her other brother—Arthur, who looked equally uncomfortable.
"Lando!" Y/N brightened. "Saved you a seat."
Charles's fork clattered against his plate.
"Thanks," Lando said, because what else could he do? He sat down, very aware of Charles's death stare from across the table.
"So," Y/N said conversationally as she reached for her wine, "Lando, I was thinking about what you said earlier about racing lines."
He hadn't said anything about racing lines.
"About how important it is to find the right entry point?" she continued innocently.
Arthur choked on his water.
"And how you have to be patient, wait for the right moment, and then commit fully once you're sure?"
"Y/N," Charles said warningly.
"What? I'm talking about racing." She turned to Lando. "Isn't that what you said?"
Lando was trying so hard not to laugh. "I... might have said something like that."
"I thought so. It's good advice. Applicable to lots of situations." She took a sip of wine. "Like overtaking, for example. You have to be confident, decisive. Really go for the gap."
"Oh my God," Arthur muttered.
"And the way you handle pressure," Y/N continued, her expression perfectly innocent. "Very impressive. You stay so calm even when things get intense. That's a valuable skill."
Charles was gripping his fork like a weapon.
"Some people fall apart under pressure," she mused. "But you? You seem like you'd be very... composed. Very focused. Even in high-stress situations."
"Y/N, I swear to God-" Charles started.
"What? I'm complimenting his driving!" She looked around the table. "Why is everyone being weird?"
"You know exactly why," Arthur said.
"Do I?" She turned back to Lando, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lando, do you feel uncomfortable?"
He should say yes. He should absolutely say yes.
"I feel like I'm in danger," he said instead, "but not uncomfortable."
Y/N's smile was radiant. "See? He's fine."
"I'm not fine," Charles interjected. "None of this is fine."
"Charlie, you need to relax. You're going to give yourself an ulcer." Y/N reached for the bread basket. "Besides, I'm just making conversation. If your mind is going somewhere inappropriate, that's on you."
"My mind isn't-you're deliberately-" Charles looked at Arthur for support.
Arthur held up his hands. "I'm staying out of this."
"Coward," Charles muttered.
The dinner continued in much the same fashion, with Y/N making increasingly suggestive comments disguised as innocent observations, Charles slowly dying inside, Arthur pretending to be invisible, and Lando caught between amusement and genuine fear for his life.
By the time dessert arrived, Charles looked like he'd aged another five years.
"You know what I appreciate about you, Lando?" Y/N said, scraping the last of her tiramisu from the plate.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Lando admitted.
"You've got a great sense of humor. You don't take things too seriously. Life's too short to be uptight all the time." She glanced meaningfully at Charles. "Some people could learn from that."
"Some people don't have to watch their baby sister openly flirt with their friends," Charles shot back.
"I'm not a baby, I'm twenty-three."
"You're still my baby sister!"
"That's a you problem, not a me problem."
Arthur stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the bathroom. For a long time. Maybe forever."
After he left, Y/N leaned closer to Lando. "Want to get out of here? There's a club nearby. Much better atmosphere than... this." She gestured at Charles's miserable face.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Lando said, even as he was already mentally saying yes.
"It's a great idea. Charles can come too if he wants to chaperone."
"I'm not chaperoning anything," Charles said firmly. "I'm going back to the hotel to drink and forget this dinner happened."
"Your loss." Y/N stood, smoothing down her dress. "Lando?"
He looked at Charles, who was shaking his head frantically. Then he looked at Y/N, who was smiling like she'd already won.
"One drink," Lando said, standing up.
Charles dropped his head into his hands. "I need new friends."
—
The club was packed, the music loud enough to feel in your chest. Y/N had dragged Lando straight to the VIP section, where several other drivers and their friends were already celebrating the weekend.
"Want a drink?" she asked, leaning close to be heard over the music.
"I'll get them," Lando offered.
"Such a gentleman." She touched his arm. "Vodka soda, please."
When he returned with their drinks, she'd claimed a small section of the couch. He sat next to her, very aware of how close they were.
"So," she said, taking a sip of her drink, "are we going to keep dancing around this, or are you going to admit you're interested?"
"Pretty sure of yourself."
"I am. But I'm also right." She angled toward him. "You've been flirting back all weekend."
"I've been trying not to die."
"You can do both." She set her drink down. "Dance with me."
"That's not a question."
"No, it's not."
On the dance floor, with the music pounding and the lights flashing, things felt different. Less performative. More real.
"Can I ask you something?" Lando said, his hands on her waist.
"Anything."
"Is this really just to mess with Charles, or...?"
Y/N's expression softened. "You think I'd put this much effort in just to annoy my brother? I mean, it's a fantastic bonus, don't get me wrong. But no." She looped her arms around his neck. "I think you're genuinely great. You're funny, you're talented, you don't take yourself too seriously. And you're hot, which doesn't hurt."
"Very romantic."
"I'm not trying to be romantic. I'm trying to be honest." She bit her lip. "I like you, Lando. For real. Not as a joke, not as a game. I like you."
Something in Lando's chest loosened. "I like you too. Even though you're absolutely insane."
"Especially because I'm insane," she corrected.
"That too." He pulled her closer. "Your brother really is going to kill me."
"Probably. But what a way to go."
"You're terrible."
"You like it."
"I really do."
She kissed him then, and it was nothing like the careful, tentative first kisses he'd had before. This was confident, sure, a little bit reckless-exactly like her.
When they broke apart, she was grinning. "So, was it worth the risk?"
"Ask me after I survive the week."
"Y/N MARIE LECLERC!"
They both turned to find Charles and Arthur standing at the edge of the dance floor, looking like avenging angels.
"Oh shit," Lando muttered.
"Relax." Y/N didn't even look concerned. "Charlie! Arthur! Want to dance?"
"We want to talk," Charles said, his voice tight. "Now."
They moved to a quieter corner, though 'quiet' was relative. Charles looked like he was vibrating with the effort of staying calm.
"Are you serious right now?" he demanded, looking between them.
"Very," Y/N said simply.
"You—" Charles pointed at Lando. "You kissed my sister."
"Technically, she kissed me."
"NOT HELPING!"
"Charles." Y/N stepped forward. "I'm an adult. Lando's an adult. We like each other. You don't get a vote."
"He's my friend!"
"And I'm your sister. So either you accept this, or you spend the next however-long being miserable while we date anyway." She crossed her arms. "Your choice."
Charles looked at Arthur, who shrugged. "She's got a point."
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
"I am on your side. I'm also a realist." Arthur clapped Charles on the shoulder. "She's going to do what she wants. She always does."
Charles turned back to them, his expression pained. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Believe it," Y/N said cheerfully. "Oh, and Charlie? You might want to invest in noise-canceling headphones. Hotel walls are thin."
"Y/N!" Charles looked genuinely horrified.
"I'm kidding! Mostly." She grabbed Lando's hand. "Come on, let's get another drink."
As they walked away, Lando heard Arthur say, "At least she's happy?"
And Charles's response: "I hate everything."
Lando looked down at Y/N, who was grinning like she'd won the lottery. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Yeah," she agreed happily. "But you're going to have fun dying."
