Summary: Max always thought you never asked for much because you didnât need much, low-maintenance to a fault, until he finally overhears the truth.
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Max had always appreciated how easy you were to love.
You didnât demand. You didnât sulk over missed dates. There were no passive-aggressive comments about him not posting you enough or forgetting to text back when a race weekend swallowed him whole. You never made him feel guilty for the parts of his life that were already complicated. When he was travelling or exhausted, you simply kissed his forehead and told him to rest. When his schedule changed last minute, you never got upset, never made him sit through a tense silence or apologise for the same thing five different ways, you just shrugged with that soft little smile of yours and said, âWeâll figure it out.â
You werenât just low-maintenance, you were selfless, unshakeably chill in a way that made loving you feel almost effortless. You understood the pressure, the travel, the media, the endless demands on his time, and you never tried to add yourself to the list of things he needed to manage.
You made room for his life before he even had to ask. You bent around the complicated edges of his world so naturally that, after a while, Max stopped noticing how much you were bending at all.
It was refreshing. Comforting, even. Being with you never felt like another obligation waiting for him when he got home. You were warmth, quiet, peace⊠but it also made it easy for Max to coast.
Because when you said you didnât need flowers, he believed you. When you told him birthdays werenât a big deal, he took your word for it.
When you said you didnât mind that his attention was always half-distracted by Red Bull, his sim rig, his phone, or whatever new team crisis was unfolding in the background, he didnât stop to wonder whether you meant it. He didnât ask himself if you were genuinely fine with being loved in the gaps, or if you had simply learned to make your wants small enough that they never became inconvenient.
He didnât notice that every time you said, âDonât worry about it,â you were teaching him that he didnât have to.
Until he saw the way your smile dimmed at Danielâs girlfriendâs birthday party.
The boat was filled with champagne and noise, a private Monaco affair organised by Daniel, of course, because no one else could make a birthday party feel quite that excessive and still somehow charming. There was a neon sign glowing above the bar, a curated playlist that seemed suspiciously full of songs Daniel liked more than his girlfriend did, and custom cupcakes with everyoneâs faces printed on them. Max didnât even know you could do that.
You sat beside him with a drink in hand, your shoulder brushing his every now and then as the boat rocked gently against the water. To anyone else you looked perfectly fine, but Max had started paying closer attention now.
Your laugh came half a second too late, your smile faded too quickly, and your eyes kept drifting back to the couple across the deck.
Danielâs girlfriend had her arms slung around his neck, his jacket draped over her shoulders, and a glittery tiara with Birthday Girl written across the front sitting slightly crooked on her head. Daniel kept adjusting it for her, grinning every time she swatted his hand away, and when she leaned into him, he kissed her temple without seeming to think about it. Thoughtless in the best way, like loving her out loud was simply instinct.
âYou made it!â Daniel said, pulling Max into a hug before turning to you with even more enthusiasm. âAnd you look amazing. Seriously, come on, look at you.â
You laughed, a bit surprised, and looked down at yourself like you hadnât expected anyone to notice.
Max noticed that.
Danielâs girlfriend came over next, glowing, happy, adored. She hugged you tightly and thanked you both for coming, then turned to show you the bracelet Daniel had bought her. It was delicate and expensive, the kind of jewellery Max would never have picked out on his own because he would have convinced himself he didnât know what he was doing and given up before trying.
âHe surprised me with it this morning,â she said, beaming. âAnd he pretended he forgot my birthday for, like, ten minutes, which was evil, but then he had breakfast set up on the balcony.â
Daniel, overhearing, lifted his glass. âRomance is alive and well ladies and gentlemen.â
Normal Daniel. Loud, teasing, affectionate Daniel, who made a spectacle out of caring because he had never been embarrassed by warmth in the same way Max sometimes was, but then Max looked at you.
You were smiling. Of course you were smiling.
You were always polite. Always kind. Always good at being happy for other people, even when something inside you was quietly aching. There was something different about it then, something Max had never noticed before because he had never had reason to look for it.
Your smile didnât quite reach your eyes.
You didnât look devastated, you didnât withdraw your hand from his arm or go quiet in a way anyone else would pick up on. You just looked at the bracelet on Danielâs girlfriendâs wrist, then at the flowers, then at the wall of photos, and for half a second your expression morphed into something almost wistful.
Max felt it like a punch he had no right to react to.
The conversation moved on around him. Daniel was talking about the cake, someone else was laughing about how long it had taken to get the decorations right. His girlfriend was telling you how Daniel had been secretly planning it for weeks, badly, apparently, because he almost exposed himself several times.
You laughed at the story.
You said, âThatâs really sweet.â
Max heard the softness in your voice.
For the first time all night, Max looked at the party properly. He looked at the flowers. The photos. The custom menu cards with her name on them. The cake Daniel had apparently taste-tested three times because the first one âdidnât feel like her.â
Then Max looked at you.
You were standing beside him with nothing from him except your own practiced understanding.
No flowers.
No post.
No planned birthday dinner he hadnât rescheduled.
No little public signs that he was proud to love you.
No evidence, really, that Max Verstappen had ever looked at the woman beside him and thought, she deserves to feel chosen.
His stomach twisted, because suddenly he remembered your last birthday with a clarity that made him feel slightly sick.
He had been in Milton Keynes for simulator work. Heâd called you late, later than he meant to, and you had answered in bed, face lit softly by your phone screen. You had smiled like you were happy just to hear from him. He had apologised again for not being able to be there. You had said it didnât matter and he had promised to make it up to you. You had said, âDonât stress, honestly. I had a nice day.â
Had you?
Had you really?
Or had you said that because it was easier than admitting you had wanted him there?
He thought about the flowers you always claimed not to need. The birthdays you said werenât important. The dates you never demanded. The posts you never asked for. The attention you pretended not to miss.
Beside him, you glanced up. âYou okay?â
Max blinked, pulled out of his thoughts by the gentleness of your voice. That made it worse somehow, even now you were checking on him.
âYeah,â he said, too quickly. âFine.â
You studied him for a moment, clearly not convinced, but you didnât push. You never pushed. You simply nodded and looked back towards the others, your shoulder brushing lightly against his sleeve.
Max hated that too. He hated that you gave him space even when maybe he deserved pressure.
He hated that you had made yourself so easy to keep that he had forgotten keeping you was still something he had to actively do.
For the rest of the night, he couldnât stop watching you.
He watched Danielâs girlfriend pull you into photos, watched you laugh as someone handed you a party hat you refused to wear for about ten seconds. He watched you compliment the decorations, watched you ask questions about the planning, watched your fingers lightly brush over one of the flower arrangements when you thought no one was looking.
You liked flowers.
Of course you liked flowers.
Maybe not in the over-the-top, expensive, social-media way, but you liked them. He could tell by the way you touched the petals carefully, the way your face warmed when Danielâs girlfriend told you Daniel had chosen them because they reminded him of a dress she once wore in Monaco.
Max stood there, silent and increasingly irritated with himself.
How many things had you convinced yourself you didnât need simply because he had never offered them?
How many wants had you softened into jokes so they wouldnât feel like demands?
How many times had you made yourself smaller around his life and called it love?
Later, when everyone gathered around the cake, Daniel made a speech. A terrible speech, because it was Daniel, so half of it was jokes and the other half was him pretending not to get emotional. Then he spoke about how his girlfriend made his life better. How she put up with him. How she deserved more than one night of being celebrated, but he hoped this was a decent start.
Everyone laughed.
His girlfriend cried.
You smiled.
Max felt like the worst boyfriend in the world.
He complimented you in private, usually quietly, usually after youâd done something for him. He told you he loved you, yes, but often in bed, or before hanging up, or in passing when one of you was leaving. He assumed you knew. He assumed choosing you privately counted the same as making you feel chosen.
On the drive home you were quieter than usual.
Your head rested against the window, city lights sliding over your face in brief flashes. Your heels were in your lap because you had taken them off the second you got in the car, and your fingers played absently with the strap like your mind was somewhere else.
Max kept glancing over. Usually he liked quiet with you, it was comfortable and easy, you didnât need to fill every silence.
Tonight the quiet felt full of everything you werenât saying.
âDid you have a good time?â he asked eventually.
You turned your head, smiling faintly. âYeah. It was lovely.â
Lovely.
The word sat between you.
Max swallowed. âDaniel did a lot.â
âHe did,â you said, and your voice was warm. âIt was really sweet.â
There it was again. That careful admiration.
Maxâs hands flexed around the steering wheel. âYou like that kind of thing?â
You looked at him properly then, brows lifting a little. âWhat kind of thing?â
He shrugged, trying to sound casual and failing. âAll of it. The flowers. The photos. The big party.â
You looked away and gave a small laugh, the kind that tried to make a truth sound harmless. âI mean, I donât need all that.â
Maxâs chest tightened.
That wasnât what he had asked.
âI didnât ask if you needed it.â
Your fingers stopped moving against the shoe strap and for a moment you said nothing. Then you looked down and smiled again, but this one was worse than the one at the party because it was meant only for him, meant to reassure him, meant to protect him from feeling bad about something he had already done.
âI just think itâs nice,â you said carefully. âFor her. Daniel clearly put a lot of thought into it.â
Max nodded once, jaw tense.
Thought.
That was the word that stayed with him.
You didnât need a private room full of flowers or a custom cake or a wall of photographs. You probably didnât even want something that big, but you wanted thought. You wanted evidence that he had paused, considered you, and chosen to make you feel loved on purpose.
Max, who could analyse tyre degradation over fifty laps, who could remember tiny setup changes from races years ago, who could spend hours perfecting a sim lap by half a tenth, had somehow convinced himself he was incapable of remembering to buy you flowers.
âI should have done more for your birthday,â he said.
You went very still.
The car felt smaller suddenly.
âMaxâŠâ
âNo,â he said, because he knew that tone. He knew you were about to let him off the hook again. âI should have.â
âItâs okay.â
âItâs not.â
You exhaled quietly and looked out of the window again. âI told you it was fine.â
âI know you did.â
âThen why are you bringing it up?â
Because I finally saw your face, he wanted to say. Because I finally realised you have been asking for so little that I stopped giving you even that and I do not know how to forgive myself for not noticing sooner.
But Max had never been good with words when they mattered most.
So he said, âBecause I think you say things are fine when they're not.â
Your mouth pressed together. That tiny movement cut through him more than any argument would have.
You werenât angry, but part of him wished you were. Anger would have given him something to meet, something to fix, something loud enough that he couldnât ignore it, you just looked tired and that was worse.
âI donât want to be difficult,â you said after a while.
âYou're not difficult,â he said immediately.
You gave him a small, sad smile. âI know. I just mean⊠your life is already a lot. You have so many people needing things from you all the time I never wanted to be another thing on the list.â
âYou are not a thing on the list.â
âArenât I?â you asked softly.
Max didnât answer fast enough, once again words failed him, he hated himself for that.
You turned your face back towards the window, and the reflection showed him the truth he had been avoiding all night. You werenât crying or making a scene. You werenât asking him to turn the car around or apologise in some grand dramatic way. You were simply sitting there beside him carrying a hurt that had clearly existed long before tonight.
He figured youâd be home from your errands by now.
Probably curled up somewhere in the apartment, wearing one of his hoodies like you always did when he was away for more than a few days. Maybe on the sofa with your knees tucked beneath you, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, or half-watching one of those comfort shows you liked to put on in the background while you waited for him. The thought came easily, warmly, and Max found himself smiling before he had even opened the door properly.
He liked coming home to you.
He liked the small signs of you scattered through his space. Your shoes by the door, your hair tie abandoned on the coffee table, your mug in the sink because you always forgot to rinse it. Your presence had softened the apartment in ways he hadnât realised he needed, turning it from somewhere he slept between races into somewhere that actually felt like home.
The apartment was quiet when he stepped inside, but not empty.
Max kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket, already turning toward the living room when he heard your voice from the bedroom. Then he heard your best friendâs name, and realised you were on the phone.
He didnât mean to eavesdrop. He was about to call out, to let you know he was back, but something about your tone made him stop before the words left his mouth. So he stayed quiet, halfway down the hall, one hand still resting against the wall.
âIâm not upset he did all that for her,â you were saying. âItâs sweet. It is.â
There was a pause.
Maxâs body went strangely still.
He knew, instantly, what you were talking about.
âItâs justâŠâ You exhaled shakily. âHeâs never done anything like that for me.â
The words hit him hard. Max stared at the floor, heartbeat slowing into something heavy and uncomfortable.
âI donât ask for much,â you continued, and your voice was smaller now, like you were embarrassed to even say it out loud. âI know I donât. I never wanted to pressure him or make him feel like he had to go out of his way when his life is already so much. I thought if I was easygoing and low-maintenance, it would make things easier on him.â
His throat tightened.
âBut sometimesââ Your voice broke so softly he almost missed it. âSometimes I wish heâd do something without me having to ask.â
Maxâs fingers curled around the edge of the wall.
He could feel every careless assumption he had ever made beginning to turn over in his head, one after another, each one worse than the last.
You didnât care if he forgot plans, if he came home distracted, if he said he would make it up to you and then didnât, because something else came up and you smiled like it was fine.
âMaybe I enabled it by alway saying I was fine... but I donât need grand gestures,â you went on, voice wobbling now. âI know thatâs not really him, and I donât want him to be anyone else. I donât want a big show just for the sake of it, but it would be nice to feel special sometimes⊠to feel like he thought about me without me having to ask.â
Maxâs chest ached.
He looked toward the bedroom door, but he couldnât move.
âI just want to know he wants to do those things for me,â you whispered. âNot because heâs apologising or because someone else did it first⊠because he loves me enough to notice.â
Max couldnât breathe properly.
He hadnât known.
He really hadnât known.
He thought you meant it when you said you didnât care about birthdays, anniversaries, flowers, or all the romantic things he had always been bad at. He had thought that was part of what made you you. Unbothered by the kind of performative relationship stuff he had never known how to do properly.
The conversation ended a few minutes later.
He heard the soft rustle of sheets then your footsteps moving across the bedroom floor. Max reacted too late, still trapped in the weight of what he had heard and only barely managed to step back into the hallway before you came out.
You stopped when you saw him.
For one awful second, neither of you said anything and then he smiled and wrapped you in a hug pretending like he hadnât heard a word.
That night Max sat alone in the dark of the living room for a long time, head in his hands. He couldnât bring himself to move, couldnât bring himself to do anything except sit there in the silence and let every word he had overheard replay in his head until it felt carved into him.
He kept hearing your voice.
âto feel like he thought about me without me having to ask.â
He pressed the heels of his hands harder against his eyes.
God.
How many moments had you swallowed your disappointment before he could even notice it was there, dimming yourself down just to be easier to love?
It gutted him.
You hadnât asked him for the world. You hadnât asked him to become someone he wasnât. You only wanted to feel considered. Somehow he had made the best thing in his life feel like she had to be grateful for whatever was left of him at the end of the day.
You deserved fireworks, even if you were the kind of girl who said she didnât need them. You didnât want more from him. You just wanted to matter enough for him to give it anyway.
You didnât expect anything to change.
Max was always kind, attentive in the ways he knew how to be. He noticed when you were cold and passed you his hoodie without making a big thing of it. He reached for your hand in crowded places because he liked knowing exactly where you were. He remembered how you took your coffee, which side of the bed you preferred, the shows you put on when you needed background noise. He loved you. You knew he did.
So when he suggested you take a weekend off together âSomewhere quiet, just usâ you didnât overthink it. You figured he wanted to disappear for a couple of days, somewhere without cameras, team radios, sponsor obligations, or someone asking him about tyre degradation.
It wasnât until you stepped onto the lakeside dock in Switzerland that you realised something was different.
The cottage was small but charming, tucked away by the water with warm wood walls, soft cream blankets, and floor-to-ceiling windows that made the whole place glow with the late afternoon light. It wasnât flashy, it wasnât the kind of place chosen to impress anyone, it felt private, thoughtful, almost painfully intimate.
Inside there were your favourite snacks arranged in the kitchen. Your favourite wine chilling in the fridge. Your comfort blanket folded over the armchair by the window. Your favourite book was already resting on the bedside table, the old, worn copy you had once told him you reread whenever your head felt too loud.
You frowned, turning slowly back to him. âDid you⊠did you set this up?â
Max leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, trying for casual and not quite managing it. âMaybe.â
You narrowed your eyes, sceptical. âWhatâs going on?â
His smirk softened a little. He just looked at you and there was something unusually careful in his expression, something that made your chest tighten before he had even said a word.
âI listened,â he said.
You blinked. Max glanced down briefly, like the words felt awkward in his mouth, but when he looked back up he didnât look away again.
âI didnât realise how much Iâd taken for granted,â he continued quietly. âHow much you gave by never asking. You made it easy for me, but that doesnât mean I shouldâve stopped trying.â
Your throat tightened.
âMaxâŠâ
âNo, let me say it,â he murmured, taking a small step closer. âYou always said things were fine. That you didnât need flowers, or birthdays, or plans, or all the extra stuff and I believed you because it was easier because it meant I didnât have to think about whether you were only saying it so I wouldnât feel bad.â
You swallowed hard, looking away before your face could betray too much.
He walked you further inside, his hand warm at the small of your back, and that was when you noticed the little table by the window. It had been set for two, facing the lake as the sun began to lower behind the mountains. Candlelight, flowers, two plates, homemade pasta that looked slightly lopsided and very clearly like his doing, and a little folded note beside your place.
You stared at it for a second before picking it up.
In his messy, all-caps handwriting, it said:
I SHOULD HAVE MADE YOU FEEL SPECIAL BEFORE NOW. IâM GOING TO DO BETTER.
Maxâs face shifted immediately, concern cutting through the nervousness. âSchatjeâŠâ
You shook your head quickly trying to laugh it off, but your voice came out thin. âI wanted to be cool,â you whispered. âI wanted to be the girlfriend who didnât care about all that stuff. I thought if I asked for too much then Iâd just become another pressure for you.â
Max stepped closer and cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slipped out despite your best efforts.
âYou are the most important person in my life,â he murmured. âYou always are.â His voice dropped softer, rougher. âI wish I could give you the world and Iâm sorry it took me this long to show it.â
You looked at him then, really looked at him, at the nervous set of his mouth and the careful way he held you, like he understood now that easiness was not the same thing as not needing anything.
Then you finally kissed him.
Later that night you were curled against his chest with the fireplace crackling softly in the background, the cottage wrapped in that quiet, golden kind of warmth that made everything outside feel very far away.
Max had one arm around you, his hand resting beneath the hem of your sweater, fingers tracing slow, absent patterns against your skin.
You smiled into his shoulder, cheek pressed against the soft fabric as you listened to the steady beat of his.
âSo,â you mumbled, voice sleepy but teasing, âis this a one-time gesture orâŠâ
Maxâs chest moved beneath you as he chuckled. âOh no.â
You tilted your head slightly. âOh no?â
âNo,â he said, tightening his arm around you. âYouâre getting so much romance now itâll annoy you.â
You looked up at him trying and failing not to smile. âReally?â
He nodded solemnly, like he was discussing race strategy. âReally. Iâm talking airport reunions. Flowers for no reason. Random poetry.â
âPoetry?â you repeated, laughing already.
âBad poetry,â he corrected. âVery bad. Rhymes way too much.â
âOh, God.â
âAnd a cheesy playlist,â he added, completely serious. âMaybe several. One for the car. One for when Iâm away. One with songs youâll make fun of me for.â
You laughed properly then, burying your face in his neck as warmth spread through your chest. It was never about the playlist, or the flowers, or whatever terrible poetry Max Verstappen might attempt in the name of love.
It was that he was thinking about it. That he had finally understood the difference between you not needing to be spoiled and you still deserving to be cherished.
Max turned his head and pressed a kiss into your hair. âIâm serious,â he murmured, quieter now. âI donât want you wondering anymore.â
Your laughter softened. You lifted your face again, looking at him through the firelight. âWondering what?â
âIf I think about you,â he said. âIf I notice. If I care enough to try.â
Your throat tightened, but this time the feeling wasnât painful. Max brushed his thumb along your cheek. âI do,â he said. âIâll show you better now.â
For a moment you just looked at him, then you leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth before tucking yourself back against him.
âThat sounds perfect.â you whispered, smiling against his neck.
when someone leaks that oscar piastri is a young father, oscar feels like his whole world is about to cave in as he tries to protect you and your daughter.
oscar piastri x f!reader àšà§ warnings : language, fan culture, tabloids/hate comments, invasion of privacy àšà§ note : n e waysâ oscar gave me baby fever so enjoy đ if you enjoy don't forget to comment/reblog!
đ august 30, 2025
deuxmoi an insider has just leaked exclusive photos and information of formula one driver, oscar piastri, stating that him and long-time girlfriend, y/n, have been parents since 2022. the pictures provided have been revealed to come from y/n's private instagram that reportedly only close family and friends follow.
the insider states that while they can't give away too many details, they confirmed that their daughter's name starts with an 'r'.
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user WHOA WTF OSCAR'S A DAD???? THIS WAS NOT ON MY BINGO LIST
user not them covering the kid's face with a koala cause oscar is australian đđ why is that actually kind of cute
user someone is about to lose their job đŹ hope the quick cash was worth it
user all those jokes about us calling yn mother and HERE SHE WAS AN ACTUAL MOTHER THE WHOLE TIME
user omggggg that picture of oscar with baby r is literally the cutest thing in the world
user he looks so young in it too đ„ș
user so apparently oscar's stroke game is just too good huh đ€š
user sorry we doubt you king đ
user have they never heard of protection??? seriously how could someone with a career like oscar's be so careless đ
user at least deuxmoi covered the kid's face...
user wowow wtf is wrong with people???
user what kind of person would expose something like this????
user clearly someone without anything better to do
user no offense... but i doubt oscar does any parenting with how often he's probably gone
user just say oscar isn't your favorite driver and move along đȘ
user maybe yn should be more careful on who she lets follow her private account and this wouldn't have happened đ typically pick me wag behavior
user hey!! your comment is a little unnecessary, not yn's fault someone she thought she would trust decided to leak the photos
f1gossipupdates oscar piastri talks about recent rumors of him being a father.
đïž : so, oscarâ first off congratulations on the win
OP : thank you đ
đïž : secondly, we have to ask about the recent rumors that have come out this weekend. would you like to make any statement about them?
OP : umm, i mean nothing really to say except that my family's privacy has clearly been invaded. my daughter has nothing to do with racing, and i plan to keep it that way. she's still growing into her own person and i would like to keep her out of the spotlight until she is able to decide whether she wants to be seen or not. the pictures going around were taken from my girlfriend's private instagram that she uses to share those pictures with long-distance friends and family, so quite disheartening to see them being used to 'expose' our daughter.
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user OH HE'S MAD MAD GUYS
user can you blame him though đ someone literally just exposed the biggest secret of his life during his wdc title fight đđ i would be pissed too
user he handled that better than i would have honestly
user not saying he wouldn't be but oscar seems like a great dad so i hope fans respect his daughter's privacy
user kind of weird that she got pregnant and oscar didnât marry her đ€š cause he def gives the vibe of marrying his gf if he knocked her up
user frrrrrrr maybe he didnât marry her so it would be easier to leave her if he wanted đ€Łđ€Ł
that's when the camera catches oscar turning his head and large smile breaking out onto his features as he's kneeling. that's when a tiny body jumps into his arms and he stands to his full height, hugging his daughter close to him. you are then seen coming up to join oscar and your daughter, the australian driver holding one arm out so that you could join in on the hug.
the clip zooms in even more to catch oscar kissing you sweetly on the lips before he's kissing your daughter on her cheek as she smiles brightly at him.
đŹ comments :
đ€ : oh those are HIS girls
đ€ : oscar didn't win the championship but he sure won the family lottery
đ€ : still hate that someone went and leaked baby r's existence before oscar and yn was ready, but i'm glad it didn't stop them from bringing her to the last race
đ€ : i agree... i think oscar really enjoys having yn and their daughter at the races with him
đ€ : BABY R WAS AT THE RACE đ± NOT A THREE YEAR OLD GOING TO MORE F1 RACES THAN ANY OF US EVERY WILL đ life is truly unfair mannnnnn đđ
đ december 25, 2025
đ privyn rowen told oscar every room needed a treeđ so guess what every room got đ
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oscarpiastri â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
nicolepiastri she's getting so big đ€§ can't wait to see you guys soon
hattiepiastri still can't believe oscar made literally the cutest baby everr
oscarpiastri thanks đ
lando lmaoooo why is she making that last face đ
privyn oscar made a lame joke and she wasn't impressed
ediepiastri glad to see you and ro putting some whimsy into oscar's life đ it was very much needed
privyn can never have too much whimsy is what ro says đ
đ march 29, 2026
ynln godzilla was r's favorite thing from japan đŻđ”đŒ
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oscarpiastri taking home a trophy and several godzilla action figures
ynln i'm afraid japan unlocked a new obsession đ€
user STOP THATS SO CUTEâ r being so cute and obsessed with godzilla is literally so adorable
user glad to see oscar and yn letting r explore different interests!
lando cutest godzilla lover i know
haasf1team hope she liked our livery this weekend then đ
ynln she was obsessed with it! thank you for letting us come by to see it đ€ hope ollie is okay â€ïž
olliebearman a little bruised but i'm good!
user the cherry blossom emoji to cover r's face is very on brand for this japan dump
user little r coloring in hospitality đ€§đ€§ she seems so well behaved
user oscar is so boring cause he gave all the potential personality to his daughter
user OMG I SAW THEM WALKING AROUND THE PADDOCK ON SATURDAY!!! YN AND R WERE VISITING SOME OF THE OTHER WAGS
user ohhhhhhh they took r to japan đ„șđ„ș seems like she had a good time too
clip #2 â oscar was joined by his daughter during his post-race interview
"uh, yeah, pace was really good today. very happy with the results. turns out we're not so bad when we actually start a race."
both oscar and the interviewer laugh a little bit. the sky sport's reporter is about to ask another question, when oscar suddenly looks down. the camera just barely catches the top part of a tiny head now standing in front of oscar before arms were also appearing, gently patting oscar's stomach.
"daddy up," the microphone just barely catches and oscar can't bother to hide the smile on his face as he looks down at his daughter. then without a second thought, oscar leans down and picks the small girl up. him holding rowen on his hip as she immediately rests her head on his shoulder â clearly content with being held.
"hope you don't mind someone joining us," oscar says as he fixes his daughter's sweater.
"would you say your daughter was a good luck charm for this race?"
"probably, but i wish her good luck would have kicked in back in australia," oscar laughs looking from the camera to rowen. "either way, p2 is a great result for the team, so i'm glad i was able to start and finish this one."
rowen is caught watching as her father talks into the red and blue microphone. her bright eyes then looking towards the object and seemingly curious about it.
"daddy, what's that?" she interrupts him, leaning forward to where her tiny fingers just barely grazed the microphone.
"it's a microphone, baby, they use it so people watching on tv can hear me," he explains softly, his hand coming up to gently move her hand away.
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đ€ : STOP SHE'S SO CUTE I LOVE BABY R SO MUCH đ„șđ„ș
đ€ : oh that little girl has oscar wrapped around her finger. i've never seen oscar look this soft before
đ€ : "i wish her good luck would have kicked in back in australia" OSCAR STOPPPPP đđđ IM SCREAMING
đ€ : i love how oscar doesn't ask where she came from and just picks her up without thinking đđđđ
đ€ : using this as future evidence when haters try to say that oscar doesn't care for his daughter
đ april 26, 2026
oscar81updates oscar talks about baby r in recent interview and what it was like becoming a young parent in his recent interview.
đïž : so, it's been a year since it was revealed you have a daughter. you had her at a young age, what was that like? having to juggle going from f2 to f1 while also learning how to change diapers.
đš : it was definitely something i struggled with learning how to do, but more so learning how to juggle being a racer and a dad. me and my girlfriend we both struggled i think, and there were times i thought i was failing the both of them. but y/n was always there to pick me up even when she was exhausted. i'm thankful that my parents really helped us in the first year. they really helped me grow more confident in being both a loving dad and partner;Â i was able to be there for y/n like she was for me.
đïž : how does your daughter feel about you being an f1 driver? does she realize what you do and why you are constantly leaving?
đš : umm, she knows i drive a really fast car. she's always had that kind of understanding, we have pictures of my car along with my old helmets all over the house, so she's grown up with seeing the f1 cars. when she was about two, she was obsessed with the little hot wheels cars, and so i was constantly buying them whenever i went to a new country for her. she still plays with them, we got her one of the race tracks â the one with the shark â and she played the hell out of it.
at the very beginning when she was like one and half to two years old, she was always very distraught when i left. she would burst into tears whenever she seen my suitcase by the door. i remember she even took her first steps towards my suitcase, not me or y/n, because she wanted to push it away *laughs* it very cute and we were both shocked. but now she does much better with me leaving, i always tell her that i'll call her and to watch me on tv. obviously, she still has her moments where she throws full tantrums, but she's four so it doesn't surprise me and usually me holding her and rocking her gets her to stop.
đïž : i bet you've almost missed your flights cause of that!
đš : oh, one thousand percent, but i wouldn't trade it for the world. i hate leaving knowing that she's crying. it really messes with me.
đïž : has she been to any races?
đš : yeah, sheâs been to a few. we donât take her to a lot just because it can be a lot for someone so young. we didnât start taking her to any until 2024, and that was only a handful. sheâs been to the australian one for the past three years. sheâs been to the british and monaco one, and we also took her to abu dhabi last year.
đïž : i remember seeing the clips of your daughter running up to you after the race.
đš : *laughs* yeah, seeing her run to me kind of just⊠i felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. and i knew that even if i wasnât world champion, i was still champion to her â as cheesy as that sounds, and i wouldnât change it for the world.
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user dad!oscar is my fav genre of oscar đ€§
user he may not be my favorite driver but i have mad respect for him and how he's able to balance such a crazy life
user so glad he's more comfortable talking about his daughter now đ„ș you can really tell how much love he has for her
user like that's HIS baby
user omg r being obsessed with hot wheels is so cute and them even getting her one of the tracks too STOPPPPPPPP
user so being obsessed with cars is just a piastri thing then đđ bless y/n's heart for now having two car obsessed people lmaooooo
user still can't wrap my head around oscar being a dad đ”âđ«đ”âđ« certified dilf if you ask me
đ may 9, 2026
oscar81updates oscar was spotted attending his daughter's dance recital in monaco last night and also posted an update of r in her recital outfit.
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user oh he looks so proud of her đ„șđ„șđ„ș
user this just confirms that oscar was always meant to be a girl dad
user dude grew up with three younger sisters, it would have been weird if he WASN'T a girl dad lmao
user i heard the dance recital was for mother's day which i think makes it even sweeter, so glad he was able to go see her dance
user i love that he's slowly posting just a little bit of r here and there
user glad he can trust us đ€§
user NO ONE RUIN THIS FOR US GUYS I SWEAR TO GOD
user 2026 is the year of girl dad!oscar and i'm LIVING for it
user oscar living in peace now that he doesn't have to worry about winning a championship with that tractor mclaren like to call a car
user he literally looks so happy to be there watching his daughter
user normalize not recording celebrities in public esp when they are at private events or with their kids đđ
đ may 10, 2026
oscarpiastri happy mother's day to the love of my life and the one who always keeps me steady and sane. every year i grow more and more thankful to you, my dear y/n, and i know i'm not usually good with words, but i hope you know how much i truly adore and love you.
i remember when we first started dating you asked me if i believed in soulmates, and i told you no. and i didn't. but i realize that even if i didn't believe in them at the time, you were always my soulmate. my other half. the mother of my daughter, my precious world. last year was a crazy whirlwind for us and i'm glad we got through the storm together.
i love you so much, y/n đ§Ą
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ynln oh oscar đ„ș you are literally so sweet and i love you so much
lando happy mother's day y/n! oscar would literally be a chicken without its head if it wasn't for you and little r đ
mclarenf1 happy mother's day y/n đ§Ąđ§Ą
user can't believe we got sappy oscar before gta6
user omg i literally can't đ„čđ„č the different photos throughout the year has me SOBBING
user such a beautiful family!
user omg that first slide is from the originally ones that were leaked!!
user oscar reclaiming that picture from the loser who leaked it to begin with đââïžđââïž
user the mixture of pics of yn by herself and with r are so sweet đ„č she's literally so gorg
user oscar pulling such a pretty girl just isn't fair đ€đ€
f1atelier photos are just placeholders! yn doesn't have an actual faceclaim please imagine yourself or whoever you want in these pictures! thanks.
someone in monaco is driving around your dream car â a porsche 911 gt3 rs. you are determined to find out who the driver is.
note: inspired by max fewtrell being obsessed with lando's porsche. set vaguely during the 2026 season. this is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me đ inde as the fc bc i havent been able to stop thinking abt her after watching obsession LOL. please check the warnings on this one and i hope you guys enjoy :3
word count: 3.4k warnings : smut (18+ mdni), oral (m receiving), semi public sex (parking garage and a public road), car sex, messy reader, cheating (kind ofâlines are a little blurry. reader isn't afraid to be a homewrecker, you've been warned.) magui (if you're a fan of her maybe skip this one), swearing
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user: oh youâre gonna be insufferable about this fucking car arenât you
âłyourusername: YESSIR
user: please youâre so embarrassing đđ
âłyourusername: leave me alone unless ur gonna tell me who drives that damn car
âłuser: MOVE ON
âłyourusername: DIE
âłuser: omg my fav actress told me to die
âłuser: #cancelled
âłyourusername: STOP IT
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user: what are you even doing in monaco?? filming something?
âłyourusername: staying with my cousin and her bf for the summer đ«¶
user: there ainât shit to do in monaco go somewhere else
âłyourusername: lowkey ur right bro this place sucks
kikagomes: Pierre wants to go to this car meetup thing tonight if you want to come with us.
âłyourusername: SAY LESSS
user: youâre so pretty please donât move to monaco for tax evasion
âłyourusername: lmaooo iâm crying
âłyourusername: just visiting <3
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‷yourusername: they canât control me
user: omg yn youâre so pretty- KIKA GOMES???
user: hold on you know kika??
‷yourusername: we are related
user: im crying how do you know kika but you dont know who drives the porsche youre obsessed with
‷yourusername: wdym?? are u saying kika knows who drives it??
‷user: why donât you ask her or pierre LOLLL
kikagomes: â€ïžđïž
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lando answers your call only seconds after it starts to ring. youâre met with the man who youâve only seen through the windshield of his porsche. heâs smiling, though he looks a little bit confused.
âso uh-â lando speaks first, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look at you. âyou are real.â
âvery real,â you smile. âdisappointed?â
âNah, pleasantly surprised maybe.â
you blush at his words, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind your ear. the two of you stare at each other for a few moments, taking the other in. your initial interest in lando was due to his car, but youâre happy the man is so attractive. itâs definitely a bonus. you stay on facetime with lando for a bit, getting to know one another. heâs not subtle with his flirting, but you like it.Â
âsoooo, i passed your test?â you question him.
âmaybeâ he smirks at you, âthink iâll have to take you out to make sure.â
âgive me a place and time and iâll be there.â
âdeal.â
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âłlando: Cant wait 2 see you tonight
âłyourusername: you want me so bad lol
âłlando: True.
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user: liked by LANDO???
user: whatâs going onâŠ
user: donât be shy, tell us who the man is đ€
user: Something isnât adding up đ€
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lando gets out of the car as you approach, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door. he greets you with a kiss on the cheek, placing a hand on the small of your back as you slip into the sleek lamborgini urus. he closes the door behind you and makes his way back around to the driverâs side door. lando starts the car and begins driving, placing his hand on your thigh while he focuses on the road. you canât help but stare at him, his side profile draws you in. the slope of his nose and sharp jaw distracting you from the music playing quietly on the radio.Â
he catches on to your staring, his lips twitching into a smirk. lando squeezes your thigh, turning to look at you as the car pulls to a stop at a red light.
âyou should take a picture, baby. itâll last longer.âÂ
âitâs a nice view, sue me.â you laugh, finally looking away from him. âkeep your eyes on the road, mister.â
âyes maâam.â he slides his hand higher up your leg, giving it another squeeze and turns his eyes back to the street, revving the engine and speeding off.
the drive is over quickly, monaco isnât very big after all. lando pulls into the underground parking lot. you marvel at all the cars you see, keeping your eyes peeled for the dark green paint job you couldnât stop thinking about.Â
he stops the car and drives into a spot between a stunning deep blue lamborghini miura and the mclaren spider heâd driven the other night. you should have known a f1 driver would have a beautiful car collection, you look around in awe.Â
lando hops out of the urus, coming to open the door for you again.
âcâmon pretty girl, iâll show you around.â he grabs your hand, gently pulling you out of the car.
lando guides you through the garage, showcasing his expansive collection of cars. youâre unsurprised to see a number of mclarens, but the rosso corsa ferrari f40 has your jaw dropping. you never thought youâd see this car in person, though it does appear on many of your pinterest boards.Â
your attention is drawn away from the ferrari as the two of you approach the end of the garage and you see the car that put you in this situation. the dark green carbon fibre almost sparkles in the bright fluorescent lights of the parking garage. you slide your hand across the side of the porsche, the white and black interior calling to you. youâve never wanted to drive a car so badly, youâre basically frothing at the mouth over it.
lando laughs, coming up behind you and gripping your waist with both hands. âseems like youâre more interested in this car than you are me.â he rests his chin on your shoulder, pouting as he joins you in admiring the car. âis this your favorite?â
âyep.â you smile, leaning back into his hold. âwhatâs a girl gotta do to take her for a joy ride?âÂ
you turn your head toward him, bringing your face closer to his, and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
âsorry love, weâre not there yet.â he apologizes, letting go of your waist and turning you around so youâre face to face. âi showed you my cars, now how about my reward?â
he pushes you up against the porsche, holding your jaw with one hand and your waist with the other. gripping your jaw, he pulls your face closer, staring at your mouth. you smile and lean in, pressing your hands against his chest. lando kisses you hard and full of want, tilting your head up for a better angle.Â
you grip his shirt in your hands, biting his lip as you pull away from the kiss. you push him away from you, switching your positions so that heâs the one leaning against the dark green exterior.
you kiss him again and he slides a hand into your hair and breaks away from your mouth, gently guiding you onto your knees. you kneel in front of lando, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you rest your hands at the waistband of his jeans.
âlet me fulfill my end of our deal.â you say, popping the button on his pants and slowly unzipping them. âwhat was it you said before? itâs all about give and take?â
lando lets out a breathless laugh, using his hands to keep your hair pulled away from your face. âiâll take whatever you want to give me, baby.âÂ
you slide his jeans down onto the ground, sliding your hands up his thighs. you mouth at his cock through his calvin klein boxers. heâs hard, throbbing beneath the fabric, a wet spot already forming.Â
âfuck.â lando sighs, his hands in your hair gripping tighter. âdonât tease.â
âso demanding.â you smirk, looking up at him. you slip your fingers into the elastic of his boxers, tugging them down his legs. âlet me take my time.â
his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. heâs bigger than you expected and you lick your lips, eager to taste him. you stroke him a few times before taking him into your mouth, teasing his tip with your tongue. lando groans from above you, swearing and his hips jerking.
âshit.â
you pull back, taking a breath, and licking a stripe up his cock. you gather your saliva in your mouth, spitting on the head to make your strokes smoother. you bob your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. your nose brushes the soft hairs at the base of his cock and you take a deep breath, taking in his scent, his taste. you pull off of him again, using your hand to stroke his shaft. you look up at lando and see that his eyes are closed, his mouth open.
âyou like that?â you ask, leaning forward to circle his sensitive head with your tongue. you smirk when he lets out a whine at your teasing.Â
âyes, fuck. itâs so good.â lando moans, finally looking at you again. âdonât stop.â
he removes one of his hands from your hair, reaching down to guide his cock into your mouth again. with his other hand, he pushes your head down, forcing you to take him deeper. you moan around his cock, your eyes tearing up.
âis this okay?âÂ
you hum around him in agreement, covering his hand with your own, directing him to keep going.Â
âyouâre so good.â the sounds lando lets out are music to your ears, moaning and whining. heâs more vocal than anyone youâve been with before. youâre glad the two of you are in a private parking garage, because the man refuses to keep quiet. not that youâre complaining.Â
you let lando set the pace, guiding your head up and down his cock. you can tell heâs getting close when he holds you against his pelvis, feeling him tense up.
âyou gonna be a good girl and swallow for me?â
you nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth and his hands holding your head in place. he groans and his hips jerk when he releases into your mouth. you take everything he gives you, swallowing around him. you pull off of him, breathless and he finally releases your hair. you look up at the man, his cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.Â
âholy shit.â lando breathes out, looking down at you. âi think i just lost some braincells.â
you giggle, wiping your lips as you stand up. your knees ache from the harsh pavement but you relish in the pain.
âdid you have any in the first place?âÂ
âfunny.â he rolls his eyes, bending down to pull his boxes and pants back on. âcâmon, letâs go inside. iâm not done with you yet.âÂ
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user: damn lando takes a year to even acknowledge magui and here he is only a few months into being with yn interacting with her publicly lmao
user: theyâre so cute together iâll kms if they ever break up
user: lando let her drive ur damn porsche
‷yourusername: what they said
user: heâs had the shittiest time bro throw the whole season away atp đđ
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âłyourusername: you got me
user: do you think he picks you up in the porsche specifically to irritate you?
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lando drives you through the winding roads above monaco, the windows are down and music plays low on the radio. the view of the coast is breathtaking from up here, the yachts in the riviera are only white specks dotting the vast blue of the sea. lando hums along to the music, his hand in its favorite place on your thigh. your eyes are drawn away from the view as you notice lando bringing the car to a stop, pulling to the side of the road. you turn to look at him, confused.
âis something wrong?â
he ignores you, getting out of the car and coming around to open your door.Â
âcâmon baby, itâs your turn.â he helps you out of the car, placing his hands on your waist once youâre standing in front of him.Â
âreally?â you squint at him in suspicion. âthis isnât a prank?â
he laughs at you, squeezing your hips. âno baby, itâs for real. youâve earned it.â
you beam at him, reaching up and grabbing his face. âi love you.â it might be a little soon to say those words but you know theyâre true.
âmore than the car?â he asks, pouting at you.
âi wouldnât go that far.â you can tell heâs about to argue with your words, so you kiss him instead. he smiles against your lips, pulling you closer. his hands on your waist slip under your top, sliding up your back and sides. you pull away from the kiss quickly, too eager to get behind the wheel of the porsche. he lets you go, taking your seat on the passenger side.
âyou have no clue how long iâve been wanting to do this.â you say, giddy with excitement.
âno way, really?â his voice is full of sarcasm. âi had no idea.â
âshut up.â you reply, revving the engine and speeding down the road. lando wasnât ready for you to go from 0 to 100 and the man slams back against the seat.
âjesus, woman. slow down.â he grips the seatbelt, bracing himself. âiâm regretting this.â
you just laugh maniacally in response and whip the car around a hairpin. you cheer, feeling exhilarated as the wind blows your hair all over the place. âi love this fucking car!âÂ
lando lets you drive his car for a while and youâre grateful for it. you donât think youâll ever get tired of this feeling. this porsche has ruined you for all other cars, nothing else will compare. you hope lando knows now that heâs let you drive it once, you have no plans to stop.
he directs you to pull over to a quiet, private spot of road. you listen to him, stopping the car and cutting the engine. you rest your head against the seat behind you, a bright grin on your face. your cheeks hurt from it and you giggle to yourself. you turn your head to see lando smiling at you, taking in your happiness.Â
âthank you, lando.â you reach out, grabbing his hand. âseriously.â
âyouâre welcome, baby.â he squeezes your hand and pulls it up to his mouth, placing a kiss there. âdid you have fun?â
âsooo much fun,â you reply, letting go of his hand and moving to take the seat belt off. lando does the same, but you stop him before he can open the car door to switch seats. you maneuver yourself over the middle console and take a seat in his lap. you straddle him and he rests his hands on your ass giving one cheek a little slap.Â
âwhat are you doing, hmm?â he leans back, looking up at you.Â
you reach a hand up into his hair, brushing it through his curls and he leans into your touch. âi think i better show you how much i appreciate this.â
âyeah?â he whispers, his cheeks beginning to flush.
âyeah.â you respond, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him. heâs already hard in his sweats, groaning as you rub on him.Â
lando moves one of his hands between you, slipping up your skirt and inside your panties. the fabric is damp from your wetness and he groans when he feels how slick you are.Â
âis this all from me, baby?â he rubs his fingers between your folds, rubbing tight circles on your clit.
ây-yeahâ you moan when one of his fingers slips inside you. âyou and the car.â you giggle, leaning down to kiss him.
he pulls back from you, a bewildered look on his face. âdriving my car has you this wet?âÂ
âi told you i fucking love this car.â
âyouâre insane, woman.â
âyou like it.â you remove his hand from your panties, sitting back and managing to take them fully off without too much difficulty. lando watches you shove your hands in his waistband and lifts his hips to make pulling down his sweatpants easier. heâs not wearing underwear, how unsurprising.Â
freed from his pants, his hard cock stands at attention, red and leaking. you spit into your hand and give it a few good strokes. he moans and pushes your hand aside, gripping himself and rubbing his cock between your folds, paying special attention to your clit. you whine at his teasing, annoyed.
âget on with it, lan,â you moan. âneed you inside me.â
âyeah, you need my cock?â he continues the teasing, âshould i give you what you want?â
âp-pleaseâ you pout at him. âwant you to fill me up.â
âokay, baby. since youâve been so good for me.â he lifts you up finally slipping his cock inside you. you moan at the stretch of him, no longer feeling empty. he gives you time to adjust to his size, pressing his face into your neck and breathing deeply. âready?â
you nod your head and lift up onto your knees before going back down. he grips your hips and guides your movement. his fingers dig into your sides, sure to leave bruises. lando leans back, looking down at where the two of you meet, watching you take his cock.Â
he groans as you grind down onto him, lifting his hips to match your rhythm. you whimper when he moves a hand back to your clit, rubbing with his thumb. you clench around him and he swears. the car is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and his grunts. the stimulation to your clit has you seeing stars and you can feel him twitch inside you.
âlan-lando, will you come inside me?â you manage to ask between moans, âp-please, babyâ
âfuckâ lando groans at your question holding your hips and grinding up against you. âyou want me to fill up this pretty pussy?â
âplease, please, please.â you moan, clenching tighter around his cock. youâre so close and heâs right there with you.Â
the windows of the car are fogging over and you pant against landoâs mouth as you bounce on his cock. he grunts when you squeeze around him, continuing to rub your clit. âcâmon baby, come for me and then iâll give you what you want.â
his words have you coming around his cock and he holds you down while you shake from your release. he lifts you up and down a few more times before heâs grunting and coming inside you. you moan as you feel his cum fill you up. you fall forward, leaning against him and catch your breath. you can feel him dripping out of you, his cock not enough to keep his cum inside.Â
lando runs his hands through your hair, petting your head. you lean back and flinch when you move, still sensitive with him inside you. you lift off of him and his seed drips out of you, his cock glistening from both of your releases. you lean into him, pressing your mouth against his and he kisses you back, rubbing his hands up and down your back.Â
âcan i drive us home?â you ask when you end the kiss, giving him puppy dog eyes.
âsure baby, whatever you want.â
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user: now lando is the passenger princess đžđ»
‷yourusername: he looks so pretty in the passenger seat đ€ right where he belongs!
maxfewtrell: Can we share custody of it?
‷yourusername: as if
user: dreams really do come true
lando: Baby i know you love it but thats my car
‷yourusername: did yall hear something?
‷user: lando just buy her one and then all ur problems will be solved!
‷yourusername: you got the right idea over here
‷lando: I think that might be my only option atp
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summary: charles adores the sweet treats you bake just for him. he does not, however, like sharing them, which becomes a problem when the rest of the grid starts to get jealous of his baked snacks.
contains: a bit of a grid fic!, everyone wants reader's baked treats, fluff, established relationship, crack, JEALOUS!CHARLES
word count: 2.3k
a/n: hiiii besties!!! this one is just cute and for funsies <3 also i don't know how to bake or to make healthy recipes at all so just give me a chance here and ignore all inconsistencies okay. hope you guys enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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"Oh, thanks, but I don't eat sweets."
"They're low on sugar and high on fiber. Are you sure?"
George does a double take at those words, eyes widening as he takes a second look at the jar you're offering him. You smile peacefully, and he glances at Charles standing behind you, arms crossed, a smug expression on his face.
"How did you make low sugar cookies? Cookies are basically all sugar," he asks, the confusion clear in his voice, taking a step closer to stare into the jar. "And those don't look like oatmeal."
"They aren't oatmeal," you agree. "They're vanilla."
George blinks.
"How?"
You grin.
"Secret recipe." And then you extend your arm in his direction to offer him a cookie again, and George glances at your boyfriend behind you suspiciously before taking one.
You take a few steps back to stand beside Charles as the two of you watch George chew the cookie, and Charles smiles when George's eyes widen in surprise.
"This is really good," surprise coats his every word, "like, really good."
"I know, right?" Your boyfriend nods, eyes sparkling with pride. "I could eat maybe a thousand of those per day."
"You'd shit yourself because of all the fiber, love."
"Still."
George is about to ask for another one when Charles's name is called by an engineer further inside, and then the two of you wave goodbye and start walking away, discussing your baked goods while he stands there, the taste of those cookies still lingering on his tongue.
He glares at the back of Charles's head for taking you back to his garage before he could grab another cookie. Or two. Or ten.
Maybe he needs to hang around the Ferrari garage more often.
Lando is sitting in the cool-down room next to Charles when he sees him snacking on a little square that looks to be covered in chocolate, filled with nuts, and, quite honestly, delicious.
He throws one of his gloves at the Monegasque to grab his attention, face full of interest.
"What are you eating?"
Charles swallows with a content sigh before answering.
"These energy bars my girlfriend baked for me. I don't know how she makes them, but they have a bunch of protein and my nutritionist approved. I think they're vegan too. Do you want one?"
"What the hell, why not?"
Charles gives him one of the squares from a small jar his team brought over after the race, and Lando looks at it with curiosity before taking a bite.
He chews for maybe one second, and then stills.
"What the fuck?"
Charles chuckles, a big smile on his face as he shoves a whole bar into his mouth.
"I know, right?"
Lando takes another bite, chewing slowly, savoring it.
"And you said your nutritionist approved?"
"Yeah, he said it's an amazing post-race snack."
"What the fuck."
"I know! It's pretty good, huh?"
Lando swallows, then turns to look at Charles with greedy eyes.
"Can I have another one?"
Charles hums in amusement, and then stands up, taking the jar with him.
"No, I don't think so. They're for me."
Lando stares at him with surprise, at a loss for words as Charles walks to the other side of the cool-down room, not even sparing him a glance.
"What the fuck?" He says for what feels like the hundredth time, already reminiscing the taste of those damn energy bars.
"Y/N."
You jump in surprise, eyes widening as you find Carlos staring at you as if you're some sort of prey, his body half hidden by a pillar close to the Ferrari garage.
"What the fuck, Carlos? You scared me," you complain, walking closer to him. "What are you doing here?"
"I sneaked out. The Williams guys will be searching for me soon."
You giggle at his serious tone, shaking your head in disbelief.
"Okay. Do you need me to get Charles?"
"No. I came here for you." You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but it only seems to make him more determined. "Lando told me you've been making delicious snacks for Charles and, as his former teammate and your friend, I'd like a snack too."
You laugh loudly at that, hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes sparkle with amusement.
"Carlos, I make those for Charles."
"I know Lando has tasted them," he argues, face still so serious you can't help but giggle again, "George too. He said he's still dreaming about those cookies. I would like a cookie."
"I didn't bring cookies today." Carlos immediately deflates, expression painted with disappointment. "But I made him chips."
He perks up, eyes widening with interest.
"Chips?"
"I'm testing a new recipe," you nod, pulling him further into the Ferrari garage and bringing him towards your backpack, where a bunch of small ziplock bags full of crunchy homemade chips awaits, "I'm giving you one bag. But you can't tell Charles. He'll get jealous."
Carlos nods enthusiastically, taking the bag from your hands as if it's a newborn baby.
"You can trust me. Charles won't know."
"Good," and you start pushing him out of Ferrari's workplace as if you're sending him on a mission. "Go away before he sees you."
"Thank you!" He says excitedly before he starts running towards the Williams garage, leaving you giggling and rolling your eyes.
"Miss?"
Both you and Charles look up to find Oscar Piastri looking right down at you while you sit under the sun in the paddock, standing with his hands behind his back and looking awkward as hell. You can see Lando standing a couple of feet back, trying his hardest to not look involved, and yet looking almost as involved as if he was standing right beside his teammate.
"Hi, Oscar," you lean towards him, and Charles furrow his eyebrows. "Can we help you?"
"There's been talk around the paddock that youâwell, that you brought muffins. Healthy muffins. And that we can eat them without getting yelled at by our doctors later."
It's Charles's turn to lean in, eyes narrowing.
"And who's the one spreading that sort of talk?"
From the corner of your vision, you can almost watch Lando shrink, taking a few more steps away from the three of you.
"Uhm." Oscar turns his head to look at his teammate, who immediately starts whistling in the worst effort to look innocent in the world. "I don't know?"
"I can give you a muffin," you shrug, already moving towards your duffel bag when Charles stops you, his eyes wide.
"Those are my muffins."
You stare at him as if he's gone insane.
"My love, it's one muffin."
"Two muffins," Lando's voice carries through the wind until it reaches the two of you, and then he starts whistling again, which makes it difficult for you not to smile, infinitely amused.
"You see that?" Charles points towards Lando, shaking his head in denial. "They're getting too confident. They're spreading gossip about your food. Soon enough, all of them will be asking for it. No muffins."
"We can just share one if you can't give us two," Oscar tries, and then flinches at the way your boyfriend turns to glare at him. "Maybe we can share half a muffin?"
"There's no need for that." You slap Charles's hand away from your bag and grab two muffins out of a big Tupperware inside it, extending your arm so you can offer them to the Australian. "There you go."
Oscar thanks you, voice full of excitement as he takes the two muffins from you and speed walks towards Lando, who throws you a happy thumbs up before taking Oscar by his upper arm and pulling him away.
Charles glares at you.
"Those were my muffins."
You giggle and then press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I can bake you muffins every day for the rest of our lives, dear. You can do without those two."
The rookies arrive to the Ferrari garage all at once, and Charles is groaning in annoyance before they even open their mouths to speak.
"No," he spits out angrily, "go away."
It's Gabi who speaks for the rookies, doing his best puppy dog eyes as Franco, Isack, Ollie, and Kimi stand behind him.
"Someone said you've got brownies today. We love brownies. Please?"
"No. No way. Get out of here."
"George said she doesn't mind giving some to the other drivers," Kimi pipes up from behind Gabi, also giving Charles his best sad face.
"I mind!" The Monegasque complains, gesturing wildly. "My cookies, my energy bars, my chips, my muffins, my brownies, my girlfriend. You guys keep eating everything â don't look at me like that, Franco, I know Pierre stole some of my mini bluberry pies the other day and brought one to you!"
"You started it," Isack argues, unfazed by Charles's death glare. "You offered your snacks to George and Lando. It's not fair to not let anyone else have them."
"I was willing to share one or two so people could know Y/N is the best baker in the world. I'm not willing to share with every driver on the grid until there's nothing left for me!"
"You sound like a child," are the first words out of your mouth as you finally reach the commotion, smiling softly at the rookies. "Hi, boys. I'm sorry, but I think we're all out of brownies â I gave the engineers some."
Charles's head snaps towards you. "You did what?!"
"Sorry, guys," you smile apologetically, and Gabi grumbles something that sounds like a it's okay, thank you anyway before he leaves the Ferrari garage, followed closely by the other rookies.
The second they're out of hearing range, Charles turns to glare at you accusingly, betrayal dripping from his voice.
"You gave all my brownies away to the engineers?"
You laugh loudly at his annoyance, moving closer so you can kiss his lips softly enough that the crease on his forehead disappears.
"No, I didn't give any of them away," you give him a conspiratory smile that makes him fall in love with you all over again, "I lied."
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"You lied?"
"I did," you shove at his shoulder teasingly, and he takes your wrist to pull you closer to him, nudging his nose against yours, "thought you didn't want to share."
"Damn right," he nods with unprecedented seriousness before kissing you again, smiling at the way you giggle against his lips. "My snacks, my brownies, my girlfriend."
Charles is cornered by Max, Kimi, and Lando during a random media day, after most duties are done with and the drivers are (supposedly) just hanging around for the evening before they can go back to their hotels. They push him into a nearby empty room, and that's when the Monegasque finds himself surrounded by quite a few of his grid mates â the ones who have already tasted your baking, yes, but also the rookies, who stare at him with narrow eyes, Max, who's failed to sneak into the Ferrari garage, and others who have heard the tales of your sweets and snacks.
"All of you against me? That's not right," is his immediate complaint, hands coming up in annoyance.
"You brought this upon yourself." Liam crosses his arms from one of the corners of the room, Pierre standing by his side. "You need to learn how to share."
"Share?!" And Charles's jaw falls open dramatically, his face painted with disbelief. "My beautiful, loving girlfriend learned how to bake nutritionist approved snacks just for me because she loves me, and you want me to share? You want me to share her love?"
"We can pay," Max offers, not even reacting to Charles's angry expression. "She sets a price, and we can all pay for her to bake extra snacks and sweets for us as well."
The others start to pipe up in agreement, nods and hums of approval going around the room as Charles shakes his head forcefully.
"No, no, no, no, no! My girlfriend's love is not for sale!"
"Why are you the only one who gets a sweet treat?" Carlos's voice rises up in the middle of the small crowd, and Charles shoots him a deadly glare while the rest of the drivers agree.
Soon enough, the room explodes into yelling, the drivers complaining loudly as Charles fights for the right to be the only one with access to your baking, heavily regretting ever trying to show you off to the rest of the grid, gesturing wildly towards Alex as he explains those treats are made specially for him, not for them, only for him, and they're not gonna bribe you into making treats for them, the stupid, jealous idiots.
Those treats are his, and Charles is not going to share.
"What do you think of lemon bars for the next race weekend?"
"Oh, lemon bars are such a good idea!"
You note the suggestion down on your notebook enthusiastically, barely noticing the faint screaming coming from a few rooms away.
"I could do the energy bars for media day. Charles loves them."
"Or you could do the vegan cinnamon rolls again. Those were fire."
You hum in acknowledgement, writing the options down as Lewis devours the strawberry shortcake you baked for the day.
"So, lemon bars for the race weekend, cinnamon rolls for media day? Any other requests?"
Lewis shrugs, cleaning some of the cream that got on his face with a napkin.
"I think those two are fine." He takes another bite of the shortcake, humming at the taste. "You know, you're really nice for letting me pick the snack menu every weekend."
"Don't worry about it." You don't look up as you finish writing on your notebook. "Just don't tell Charles, he'd die if he knew."
Lewis chuckles. "Yeah, I know. My lips are sealed."
You smile peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding elsewhere.
"Great. Lemon bars and cinnamon rolls it is."
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summary: after being dumped for âbeing bad luckâ, you donât expect that drowning your sorrows will lead to getting married with a fellow heartbroken soul
a/n: Surprise! I am still working on my Vegas fics! Itâs justâŠthereâs only so many ways you can get accidentally married in Vegas and Iâd like to make them all unique
a/n2: this is set in the 2024/2025 seasons
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yn
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yn: 4 years with the best man I know đ§Ąđ§Ą here's to many many more, my love đ
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user1:Â I love them so much
âłuser2:Â couple goals for real
âłuser1:Â exactly!
oscarpiastri:Â congratulations on four years!
âłyn:Â thanks osc!!
user3:Â I love how lowkey they are?
âłuser4: seriously the best thing a famous couple could be is quietly in love
âłuser5:Â yes!
âłuser3:Â *side eyes certain couples* I completely agree
lando: đ§Ąđ§Ą
âłyn:Â đđ
user6: âŠok is it just me or was that veryâŠunderwhelming?
âłuser7:Â no seriously??? She posted so many nice pictures and wrote poetry about him today and the most he's commented is 2 hearts???
user8:Â all men do is disappoint, honestly
user9:Â has anyone else seen ln4fans post?
âłuser10: âŠhow dare they??? yn has been by lando's side for YEARSâŠ
ln4fan
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ln4fan:Â save my man! This is not his season and I do believe it's all yn's fault! He's had 3 dnfs and a dns in the last 6 races and it's only been the races that yn's been at. He really needs to dump the bad weight
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user11:Â wow
user12: I couldn't agree more!
user13:Â every single word you just said was wrong actually
user14:Â I've never seen anyone be so extremely wrong in my life really
user15:Â finally someone else is saying this!! I've BEEN saying it for years oh my god
âłuser16:Â I don't know why you're celebrating? Lando and yn have been in love since before he started f1? Like he talks about their unspoken thing all the time
âłuser17: be for real she's totally not fit to be a wag â she's never at the races, she's done nothing to support his brandâŠ
âłuser16:Â she has her own life? She doesn't need to revolve her life around his
âłuser15: but a little more support to him wouldn't be too much to ask?
user18:Â I'm still stuck on the fact that Lando has had so much bad luck lately
âłuser19:Â I went back to see which races she's been at and what lando finished and it's not great
âłuser18:Â what really?
âłuser19:Â he's never scored higher than 7th when yn is at a race â and that was only a single race, more commonly it was 9th or lower
âłnot_lando:Â what?
âłuser18: that's so crazy!
f1gossip
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f1gossip: Trouble in paradise? Fans spotted Lando Norris and long term girlfriend yn ln fighting after his disastrous qualifying today. Is this just a bump in the road or are certain rumors (that state that yn is Lando's bad luck charm) true?
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user20:Â Lando if you make my girl yn cry, I'm gonna make you fight
user21: dump her dump her dump her
âłuser22:Â oh my god get a life
user23: I've been a Lando fan for pretty much his entire career and have watched them grow up togetherâŠI've never seen them act like that
âłuser24:Â no my heart is literally breaking for them
user25:Â are we children of divorce right now?
âłuser26:Â I think we might be
âłuser25:Â đđ
user27: I need more information right now actuallyâŠ
f1gossip
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f1gossip:Â Something must be in that Vegas air â mere hours after Lando and yn were spotted arguing, Alexandra Saint Mleux (Charles Leclerc's girlfriend) was seen storming through the Harry Reid International Airport. Is this the end of another one of the paddock's iconic relationship?
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user28: I don't know what's happening in Vegas but if it touches either of the lily's I'm hopping on a flight and fist fighting them myself
âłuser29: mood
user30: ok but we don't actually know if yn and lando are broken up!
âłuser31: dudeâŠthey're totally broken up
âłuser30:Â we don't know that yet! Let me have hope
user32:Â good! I never liked her
âłuser33:Â just say you're jealous and get over yourself
user34:Â petition to ban Vegas forever? I can't take this anymore
âłuser35: SIGNING RIGHT NOW
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user36 responded noooooo this is the worst timeline
oscarpiastri responded did you guys really break up?
user37 responded what do you mean you broke up???
user38 responded FINALLY YOU DROPPED HER
alex_albon responded lily is yelling at me right now what do you mean you guys broke up?
user39 responded this is gonna be good for you
user40 responded girl I'm so sorry
lilymhe responded what happened?? The one race I actually miss
user41 responded omg he actually did it
carmenmmundt responded call me hun
user42 responded was it mutual??
Private Messages: Charles and yn
lasvegasgossip
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lasvegasgossip: word on the street is that a famous but heartbroken athlete got hitched last nightâŠwho could it be?
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user50: oh my god who's in Vegas this weekend?
âłuser51:Â the raiders and the browns are in town
âłuser52:Â so are the knights and the kraken
âłuser53: and so is f1âŠ
user54:Â so many teams in the city this weekend and yet it could be any athlete that's not playing too
âłuser55:Â I'm more focused on the heartbroken part like who's recently been heartbroken??
âłuser56:Â I mean Lando Norris and yn ln just broke up?
âłuser57: there's like 5 recent breakups with the hockey teams it could be
âłuser58:Â there's no one in the football teams that could be described as heartbroken?
âłuser59:Â there was something weird happening with Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux?
âłuser60:Â so it could literally be anyone?
user61:Â I'm placing money on lando
âłuser62: he does seem like someone who would get spontaneously drunk married
âłuser63:Â drunk?
âłuser62:Â all marriages in Vegas are drunk
f1fan
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f1fan:Â in a shocking turn of events, Lando Norris finishes the 2024 season with a DNF, DNS, DSQ, and a rare DNQ respectively â what a massive disappointment this must be for the British driver that was the favorite underdog of the season
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user64: HA this is totally because he dumped his biggest support system like a loser
âłuser65: harsh but I agree
user66:Â who do I need to fight?? Like what the hell was that
âłuser67:Â that was KARMA and JUSTICE for yn!!
âłuser68: JUSTICE FOR YNÂ
user69: I justâŠwhat the fuck happened? He was literally catching up to max and then all that shit happened??
âłuser70:Â she probably cursed him or something honestly
âłuser71: seriously! Like did you see how she confirmed the breakup? He was all respectful and sheâŠwasn't
âłuser70: I still cringe when I think about it
user72: the whiplash I get between this post and charles'⊠good lord đ
âłuser73:Â Charles took all of his bad luck and dumped it on Lando!
âłuser72:Â for real!
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc:Â what an amazing end to the season â thank you to Ferrari and to my good luck charm. now it's time to rest and recharge for next year
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user74: hell yeah!
âłuser75:Â you totally rocked it!
maxverstappen1:Â Congratulations Charles liked by charles_leclerc
âłuser76:Â they still don't follow each other btw
user77:Â fricking amazing to watch this!
oscarpiastri:Â congrats!!
user78:Â good luck charm??? Who??
âłuser79:Â it's not Alex is it?
âłuser78: highly unlikely - it seems like they've broken up. they haven't been seen together since Vegas and while Alex has privated her instagram, the number of posts have gone way down
user80:Â calling it now! Charles is the one who got married in Vegas
âłuser81:Â iconic if true!
user82: 4 wins right in a row? Sexiest thing Iâve ever seen
Private Messages: Charles and yn
charles_priv
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charles_priv:Â spending the winter break with my wife â„ïžâ„ïž
summary: kimi is addicted to being between your legs. any place and any time. and no matter how many times you pretend it pisses you off, you're kinda obsessed with it too.
warnings: fluff, poor humour, established relationship, 18+ (minors dni), teasing, kimi basically being a munch, eating out, fingering, overstimulation (f. receiving), reader and kimi obsessed with it tbh // poorly proof read as usual
word count: 2.5k
a/n: based on this request! short and sweet bc i'm breaking out in chronic hivesâso enjoy!
Kimi always rested his head on your lap. To the naked eye, it was a sweet thing. The way he cradled into your lap, finding peace on your soft skin, feeling your hand comb through his curls. Anyone would think it was pure bliss and that he was the luckiest man alive. Â
But no one knew the real truth. The sick, twisted reason he kept head on your lap.Â
Easy access.Â
To what?Â
Well... it wasn't that hard to put two and two together, was it?Â
Kimi, the sweet little golden boy of Formula One, was an incorrigible man. Â
No one knew him for what he really was. Or how he was. Â
Every free day, every free second he had. His driver's room, the bathroom, the kitchen counter, the balcony, the car, under the table... whether it was shorts, jeans, a skirt, or a dress you wore... his head was between your legs all the goddamn time. Â
It was 'only because of you' as he innocently claimed. A poor attempt at defence and shifting the blame. Like it was your fucking fault. Like you were the one who made him crazy. Like you were luring him in. Â
You swore to God you weren't.Â
Addiction wasn't even the right word for it. Â
Fuck, you had no idea what was. Â
Obsession? Dependency? Compulsion?Â
Devotion.Â
You had tried to intervene time and time again. Wearing the tightest jeans possible only for those beautiful fingers to hook them down, leaving a gentle burn against your skin in his trail. Pantyhose under the dresses and skirts? Apparently, they were pretty easy to rip into. 'Non-breakable' your fucking ass. You shouldâve sued them for false advertisement.Â
You had even gone as far as blocking your schedule with the most insignificant events to get a little breather. But that inconsolable little shit always found you. Â
But the shameful truth rested with you, tucked away in your heart. Because you and Kimi both knew itâyou loved it. Â
You loved his nose. You loved his mouth. And you loved that goddamn tongue. Â
That was your problem. That stupid tongue. It was always out. When Kimi needed to focus on something. When he needed to pose for a picture. In interviews. When he listened. When he talked. Â
It was always there. Teasing. Waiting. Reminding you of what was to come. What could make you cum. Â
Just like he was doing now. Standing a couple metres away from you in the garage as you talked to Carmen and he entertained George and Toto, built arms folded and chocolate brown eyes flickering to you for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes, tongue peeking out of his mouth.Â
"Is Kimi okay?" Carmen suddenly queried, making your throat dry as you snapped your eyes to her. Â
The heat almost instantly grew in your cheeks. "W-What do you mean?" You stuttered, fingers already fidgeting. No way... there was no way...Â
"He hasn't stopped looking our way, or your way, since you got here. Did you guys fight or something?" She asked, turning her head to you while she raised a brow. Â
You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, no. We didn't fight," you laughed nervously. You were definitely about to get into one by the sheer smirk settled on his face. "Um... I think he just wants to go home," you reasoned poorly.Â
Carmen hummed, nodding in understanding. "George gets like that too. It's okay. Just a few more minutes."Â
You gave her a tight smile and nodded. Sure. You were certain George was nothing like Kimi. Because the gleam in his eye told you that you would either barely make it to the car or make it to the hotel room. Or worse... somewhere else. Â
Kimi vaguely listened to his boss talk, too preoccupied with the way you stood metres away from him in those jeans. God, those jeans. Clinging to you like they had specifically been made for you. You had no business looking this good all the goddamn time. Â
His lips quirked at the discreet press of your thighs together, making his eyes flicker up to your face, spotting the narrowed gaze of annoyance from miles away. Â
You always did that. Played the innocent, miffed girl. Like he was an inconvenience. But at the end of the day, it was always you screaming his name just the way he liked it, hips and legs shaking around him. Â
You loved it as much as he did. Â
The minutes had indeed passed by. Kimi's hand hung low over your waist as you both walked towards his car alongside Carmen and George. The conversation between you both was minimal. You could see the cogs in your boyfriend's brain turning, tongue peeking out of his mouth as his eyes flitted across the bare parking lot, observing the settling sun as the couple filled the air. Â
"Okay," Carmen started, small yawn falling from her mouth, eliciting an amused smile from George. "I'm ready to go. You guys text me when you reach the hotel, yeah?"Â
You smiled quietly, giving her a small nod. Would you even reach the hotel? "Of course," you assured, giving Kimi a nudge to not leave you hanging. Â
He pressed his grin down, arm moving to grab George's hand for a brief shake. "Drive safe, mate."Â
George nodded, giving the both of you a wave as they both headed towards their car, leaving the both of you alone for a moment. Â
Kimi unlocked the car with the quick press of a button, opening the passenger door for you. He watched you eye him suspiciously as you propped yourself into the car. Closing the door gently, his footsteps were light and fast towards the other side of the vehicle. Â
You sat in the passenger seat, all buckled. You took note of how Kimi made no effort to do the same as he sat down. Nor did he start the engine. Instead, his eyes move to the rear mirror. He waited. He watched. He listened. Â
For the sound of George's car turning on. For the movement of those tyres to peel out of the parking lot. For him to leave.Â
Somehow, you were waiting too. Carefully watching the taillights of George's car which had barely left the parking lot before Kimi was reaching over to undo your seatbelt. A sigh immediately left your mouth. "Kimi! Someone is going to catch us," you hissed, knowing damn well the churn in your stomach made all your excuses futile. Â
"We're the last ones here," he retorted, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans after unbuttoning them with ease. His tugs of the thick fabric are short and harsh as his lips fell to your neck; sinful tongue pressed against your burning skin.
Any other reprimand you had lined up had died in your throat, replaced by the curled gasps your lips had wrapped around. Your hips betrayed your mind, naturally lifting as he pulled your jeans down to your shoes, leaving his hands to roam your bare thighs. Â
His words were muffled and heaved. "Been waiting for this all day," he groaned, placing a messy kiss on your lips, savouring the taste of your lip balm briefly. Â
If you were in the right mind, you would've given him a blank look. He made it sound like you had starved him. Like he hadn't just made you see stars in the morning either. Â
But you weren't. You could barely think with his lips and hands on you. Kimi always seemed to have that effect on you. Even with the ebbs of orange sun settling away through the car windows, reminding you where you were... you couldnât be ashamed of the heat unfurling in your stomach. Â
Kimi didn't take long to remove the barrier between him and all he wanted, making you draw a sharp breath as the cold air hit your pulsing cunt. His fingers pressed into your thighs, keeping them apart. A deep moan, unrestrained and reverent, fell from his lips. "My pretty, pretty girl," he praised. Â
He wasn't talking to you. Not exactly. Â
He smiled at the obvious clench of your pussy. A mirthful chuckle swirled deep from his chest. âYeah... you missed me, didn't you, baby?"Â
Your cheeks flamed at the treachery of your body. As if it couldn't get any worse, a yelp escaped your lips as Kimi grabbed your legs, hooking one up against headrest and the other on the dashboard, pants, underwear, and shoes long gone. Everything about it was smooth... natural because he had done it a million times. Â
Kimi pulled his shirt off and leaned over the console, pupils dilated as he stared at the glistening mess right in front of him, heart hammering in his chest. Every fold primed with your slick, dripping out slowly. Â
You complained here and there. He had heard them all. "We're in public, Kimi," or "I'm trying to go to sleep, Kimi." All of them baseless and weak. Â
You just didn't get it. You hadn't tasted yourself like he had tasted you. Because if you had, you would understand why he couldn't stop. Â
Your head pressed harshly into the car window behind you. Fuck, it was awkward. It hurt. But nothing else mattered when Kimi's mouth attached itself onto your cunt. The wicked tongue flat against you, lapping up the disloyal arousal pouring out of you. He always knew how to use it well. Matching every curve to every crevice. Every flick and lick. Â
You squirmed against his face, hand inevitably reaching out to fist those beautiful brown curls. A strained cry escaped your throat as you pressed him further into you, feeing his groan vibrate through your body while his nose knocked against your clit. Â
"Fuckkkk," you whimpered, gasping for air already while you watched him.Â
His smirk was like a ghost imbedded into your cunt. Brief but present before he continued to drink you. You're sweet. Additively so. Sharp in a way that made him shudder. So homely it made him want to never pull away. Â
Your breath caught as his tongue moved to your bundle of nerves, circling and flicking firmly. With your brows mending, you writhed, feeling his grip on your ankles tighten. "Kimi," you gasped, eyes shutting intermittently. Â
He chuckled, barely taking a breath, lips coated and shining as he spoke. "You always act so annoyed," he stated, tone mocking. "But you're the one acting like this, belle. Hips moving for more. Tell me, baby. You love it, don't you?"Â
The pleasure rippled through you as you felt his teeth graze your clit, brown eyes staring at you expectantly, smug smirk carved into his face. You heaved, sweat littering your skin. You waited. He waited. The air thick as the game begun. Â
You could see it in his eyes. The thinning patience. Like a dog who had been told no. Except it was him doing it to himself. Waiting⊠standing by for your admission. For a greenlight. Â
You weren't sure what was. The pulse of your core. His desperation. Or the bold truth that had slapped you right in the face. Â
"Yes, Kimi. I love it."Â
And that's all Kimi wanted. All he needed before he put his tongue back on you and sucked and prodded every crevice in his vicinity. His chest warmed at the burn of his scalp as your fingers tugged at his curls. The way the heels of your feet dug into his bare shoulders. Everything about you bringing him closer and closer. Â
"Fuck, yes, Kimi," you cried out, hips rolling up against his tongue, making him hum between your puffy folds. Â
Kimi couldn't stop. Like his fingers had been glued to your ankles while the wetness seeped from your pussy. You just tasted so good. It made him whine. Whine while his tongue flattened over you, slurping all the juices before they could escape. Â
"Kimi, Kimi," you breathed harshly, pit of your stomach churning. Fuck, you weren't lasting.Â
He said nothing, continuing his masterful artwork as his tongue travelled across the bulb and shaft of your clit with ease, bringing the burning flash right to the edge.Â
And just like that, you came undone. Your hips shook against his face, juices running down your thighs and to your ass while the pleasure crashed over you, leaving you seeing white as your sob ripped through the empty air of his car. Â
Kimi, the sly bastard, he didn't stop. He said he couldn't. Mouth still latched to your cunt, sucking you so good, letting you ruin his ability to breathe by stuffing his nose in you. God, he could die in this perfect cunt. It was decided.Â
Your hips thrashed against his face, senses entirely overwhelmed with the tingles of pleasure and pain blending together like a good burn. "Kimi, come on," you mewled, eyes glossing over with tears, body torn with the second wave of pleasure building up. Â
And yet, he apologised. Â
"I'm so sorry, baby," he grunted, voice muffled while he dug his face deeper, making you choke on the air. "So fucking sorry. I love this. I love you so much. I can't stop," he moaned, just capturing a glimpse of your teary eyes. Oh how beautiful, you were. Â
In seconds you were unravelling again, tears escaping your eyes as your thighs clamped down around his legs hard. Your gasps and sobs stuttered, music to his ears while dots threatened your vision and body spasmed hard. Â
Kimi groaned with delight, licking you clean with every swallow. His breath warm and tainted with the taste of you washed over your cunt as he reluctantly pulled away, chest heaving. Bringing your ankles down so you could rest more comfortably, he watched you come down gently. His large hands rubbed the top of your thighs soothingly before he leaned forward and kissed you deeply. Â
You softly hummed, feeling Kimi's forehead rest on yours as he pulled back just a smidge, thumb wiping your stained cheek. Â
"Too much?" He queried quietly, resting his face on your bare knees, dismissive of the way the console dug into his side. Â
You rolled your eyes, tapping his temple as he stared at you warmly. "You and I both know that wasn't your worse," you muttered, eliciting a cheeky grin on his face.  Â
You could still remember those days. Days where your brain had fought between pushing Kimi off and begging for more. Those days were Kimi couldnât pull away, leaving you both in tears, apologies on the tip of his tongue as he ate you out. Â
You shivered at the memories, goosebumps littering your skin.  Â
"If you were me, you'd understand,â Kimi mumbled, fingers trailing over your skin in odd circles. "If you were me, you wouldn't stop either."Â
You pursed your lips, looking at him quietly, chest aching at his words. "Maybe," you whispered, hand moving through his curls. Â
In some weird way, you understood. Â
You understood it in the way you teased and complained. Â
You understood it in the way you always wanted more.Â
You understood it in the way you never asked him to stop. Â
Whatever souls were made of, his and you were the same. Equally in love. Both equally fucked up. And you were perfectly okay with that.Â
Summary: Kimi Antonelli and YN Wolff have been friends forever and dating for just as long - nothing changes when he makes it to F1.
Requested: Yes / @n1kissingincarslover - maybe for kimi itâs x totoâs daughter and theyâve known eachother since they where 12 obvi since heâs known mercedes since then
Old Posts:
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Posted 424 weeks ago:
liked by:Â lewishamilton, mercedesamgf1, kimi.antonelli and 92,901 others
yn.wolff:Â Kimi won!!!
username: seeing this after kimi signed for Mercedes is insane btw
username: they were babiesđ
kimi.antonelli: I won!! *424 weeks ago
username:Â look at them omg
username: Nobody was rooting harder for Kimi than YN
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Posted 392 weeks ago:
liked by:Â yn.wolff, olliebearman and 92,901 others
kimi.antonelli:Â YN and Kimi take on Italy
username: LOOK AT THEM
username: they were two apples tall đ
-> username: They're still two apples tall
yn.wolff: Had the best day ever with you!! *392 weeks ago
username: SCREAMING!!!
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Posted 215 weeks ago:
liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, georgerussell63, lewishamilton and 102,901 others
yn.wolff:Â It's my birthday !!!
username: happy birthday!! *215 weeks ago
username: Their old posts keep coming up on my tl and I'm sobbing
username: omg the set up, your mum and dad love you *215 weeks ago
-> username: They do but this was all Kimi actually!! *215 weeks ago
-> username: sorry he did all that and they're NOT together?? *215 weeks ago
username: my favs đ
kimi.antonelli: Buon compleanno caro!! *215 weeks ago
-> yn.wolff: Love you!!! *215 weeks ago
-> username: BABY YN AND BABY KIMI WERE SO CUTE OMG!!
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Posted 205 weeks ago:
liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, yn.wolff and 4,792,901 others
totowolffofficial:Â A successful weekend
username: Did anyone see Toto telling yn and kimi off bc they snuck offđ *205 weeks ago
username: This coming up on my fyp just before the 2025 season
username: YN jumping onto Kimi's back when he won đ They're gonna be iconic when he makes it to f1 *205 weeks ago
username: I love seeing this in 2025 and reading the lore on kimiyn growing up
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Posted 77 weeks ago:
liked by:Â lewishamilton, kimi.antonelli, nicorosberg and 192,901 others
yn.wolff:Â Happy Birthday to my most favourite person in the world!! I love you!!
username: HAPPY BDAY KIMI *77 weeks ago
username: stop they were so cute
username: THE CAKE??? *77 weeks ago
username: Oh so they've just always been in love
kimi.antonelli: Grazie, amore mio, non vedo l'ora di festeggiare con te! *77 weeks ago
-> username: STOP đ he said he can't wait to celebrate with her!! they were adorable back then *77 weeks ago
-> username: pls never pr train my fav couple *77 weeks ago
username: THEY DO KIMI FUNKOS?? *77 weeks ago
-> yn.wolff: lol no I got it custom made *77 weeks ago
username: obsessed with the fact they go all out for each others bday
2025 Season:
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liked by:Â georgerussell63, kimi.antonelli, yn.wolff and 4,792,901 others
mercedesamgf1:Â Breaking: Andrea Kimi Antonelli to race for Mercedes from 2025
username: as if some kid is replacing the GOAT
-> yn.wolff: 'sOmE kId' stfu
-> mercedesamgf1: YN, please, we've spoken about this
-> username: OH F1 IS NOT READY FOR THIS
-> username: who is she??
-> username: she's toto's kid and Kimi's best friend and she will fight everyone that talks shit about Kimi
username: im not hating yet
-> yn.wolff: Better never start hating
username: Stupid ass decision
-> yn.wolff: Shut up
-> username: I LOVE HER
username: YN fighting every hate comment im acc obsessed
yn.wolff: YES THERE IS THE FUTURE WDC!!
-> kimi.antonelli: In the comments but won't text me back
-> yn.wolff: I'm busy hyping you up omg
-> kimi.antonelli: Grazie đ Now text me back.
-> username: Mercedes I'm begging you don't media train them !!
username: the next post is gonna be merc releasing an apology statement for yn
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, nicorosberg, georgerussell63 and 792,901 others
yn.wolff:Â Race weekends just got even better because KIMI ANTONELLI IS AN F1 DRIVER!!!
username: When I show up to a 'who's kimi Antonelli's biggest fan' competition and YN's already there đ¶đŒââïžđ¶đŒââïžđ¶đŒââïž *liked by yn.wolff
username: people that only watch f1 and haven't watched kimi advance through the ranks aren't ready for the carnage that is kimiyn
kimi.antonelli: let's goooooo!!
username: as somebody who has been here since they were 15 I have been waiting SO LONG for this!!
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liked by:Â yn.wolff, georgerussell63, kimi.antonelli and 4,792,901 others
mercedesamgf1:Â Solid weekend from the team, bring on the next race where we will be doubling the size of our photography team.
username: sorry how many team photographers do they have and she used himđ
username: he was nearly late because he can't say no to her
-> mercedesamgf1: We really wish he would
-> username: kimiyn: a pr headache
username: Honestly I thought that f1gossip was just lying but ummmmm apparently not đđ
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, lando, georgerussell63 and 1,092,901 others
yn.wolff: Who needs a professional photographer when you've been training your own personal one since you were twelve đ€·đ»ââïž
username: Iâm actually in love with how she has no shameÂ
username: i mean they got told off but damn she looks good
username: Jesus she really has trained him I wish my bf took pictures this good of me
 -> username: wait until you find out theyâre not datingÂ
 -> username: WHATÂ
 -> username: YOUTE LYING OMGÂ
 -> username: wtf do you mean theyâre not dating??
 -> username: I canât tell you how much I love breaking this news to the new kimiyn fans đ so basically her and Kimi have been friends since they were like 12 cos obvs Kimi was in the junior program and Toto wanted him, blah blah blah since they met KIMIYN have been joined at the hip and have given Toto and the media team a headache ever since
  -> username; Iâm sorry I actually canât believe this like ??? They post each other in pretty much every post, I donât even post my own bf this much and then every time he was shown on sky sports this weekend she was theređđ
 -> username: you think youâre suffering?? Some of us have been here since they were 15 đđ
kimi.antonelli: f1 driver â yn's personal photographer âïž
 -> yn.wolff: We both know which gig you preferÂ
 -> mercedesamgf1: Yes we do YN, the one were he represents his team to the highest standardÂ
 -> username: i know their pr team hates them
kimi.antonelli: Easy to be good at photography when the model is as beautiful as youÂ
 -> yn.wolff: You werenât saying that after my dad shouted at us
 -> username: what did he say
 -> yn.wolff: he started ranting in Italian about how my instagram account is not the most important thing, i disagreed but stayed quiet bc he gets VERY Italian when heâs stressed
 -> username: WTF DO YOU MEAN THEYRE BOT DATING??
 -> username: listen man I love my friends but wtf did I just read
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liked by:Â yn.wolff, georgerussell63 and 2,792,901 others
kimi.antonelli: P7 in the sprint, P6 in the race! Brilliant weekend in China, ready for more!
username: sorry??? He got points and two out of four of the posts have yn in it
-> yn.wolff: More importantly thatâs MY rookie đ
-> username: admin just sighed so hard
-> mercedesamgf1: So hard.
username: matching outfits and theyâre not together????
yn.wolff: 6TH IN THE WDC, THATâS MY CHAMPION RIGHT THERE
-> username: obsessed with her
-> kimi.antonelli: Grazie tesoro mio
-> username: MY DARLING?????
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, lewishamilton and 1,792,901 others
yn.wolff: They're trying to media train your favourite driver and your favourite wag
username: donât media train them !!
username: SORRY DID SHE JUST SAY SHE IS A WAG
username: theyâre not dating surelyÂ
username: WAG???? AS IN KIMIâS WAG?? AS IN KIMIâS GIRLFIREND?!?!?
username: this is not how she tells us
username: guys calm down, itâs just cos we call her a wag all the timeÂ
username: this is the most yn way to go public I hate her so so much
kimi.antonelli: And whoâs fault is it that we need media training?
-> yn.wolff: Iâm going to be the bigger person and say itâs both of our faults
-> kimi.antonelli: đ
-> username: she has a point, if I know anything about these two itâs that he is incapable of saying no to her
-> yn.wolff: @/username: the people get it đ
-> kimi.antonelli: Please do not encourage her
username: kimi really said đ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïž
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, maxverstappen1 and 1,792,901 others
yn.wolff: Welcome to Miami
username: her posting the most couple ass looking post despite them not being together is crazy work
kimi.antonelli: Best day with you
username: obsessed with them omg
username: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THYERE NOT DATING
mercedesamgf1: YN, please bring our driver back
-> yn.wolff: He was mine firstÂ
-> mercedesamgf1: Actually he joined the Mercedes junior program before he was yours, so bring him back
-> yn.wolff: Fine đ€
-> username: mercedes confirming kimi is hers wtfÂ
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liked by:Â maxverstappen1, kimi.antonelli, georgerussell63 and 2,092,901 others
yn.wolff: KIMI ANTONELLI IS ON THE PODIUM!! THAT'S MY GUY!!
username: nobody is happier for kimis p3 than yn
username: the least deserving driver
-> yn.wolff: Just cause your fav canât get on the podium
-> username: I love her
-> username: yes she can fight when it comes to kimi
-> mercedesamgf1: YN, we are all exceptionally proud of kimi but letâs tone it down a bit please
-> yn.wolff: No.
-> mercedesamgf1: Thursday, 8am, media training
-> yn.wolff: Free me from this hell
-> georgerussell63: Ah, this explains the text I just got.
-> yn.wolff: What textđ€š
-> georgerussell63: Youâre watching the race from my side of the garage next week.
-> yn.wolff: @/mercedesamgf1 seriously!!!???
-> mercedesamgf1: Itâs for the good of everyone
-> yn.wolff: Not to play THAT card but do you know who I am? I'm texting my dad rn
-> mercedesamgf1: Hate to break it to you but the orders came from Toto
-> yn.wolff: Betrayed by my own dadđ
-> username: wtf is this whole exchangeÂ
kimi.antonelli: Grazie, amore mio!
-> username: he calls her my love and weâre just supposed to believe theyâre childhood friends đ
username: kimi podium and a date post, what a weekend
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, georgerussell63, lando and 2,792,901 others
yn.wolff: My guy DNF'ed
username: LMAOOOOÂ
username: im dead yn have some sympathy please
kimi.antonelli: I would be lost without your support đ
-> yn.wolff: I got you ice cream
-> kimi.antonelli: you spent an hour crying over how proud you were off Lando
-> yn.wolff: Yes?
-> lando: thats my girl *liked by yn.wolff
username: poor kimi:((
username: Silverstone was brutal this year but damn did she look good
-> kimi.antonelli: The only highlight
-> mercedesamgf1: Tuesday. 8 am.Â
username: awww kimi:((
username: I know the captions is jokes but you just know she looked after him so good
username: NOT THAT PICTURE YN
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liked by:Â lando, lewishamilton, georgerussell63 and 4,792,901 others
kimi.antonelli: My favourite place is wherever she is đ€
username: OMG
username: WAIT ITâS FINALLY HAPPENED OMG
username: crazy that itâs 6am and he posts this like itâs normal
-> yn.wolff: @/username: Imagine my surprise waking up at 7am and seeing this like its normal đ§
-> kimi.antonelli: Me posting my girl? Check my instagram, seems pretty normal to me
-> username: the way heâs not even wrong, yn is in more of his post than sheâs not đ
yn.wolff: âmY fAvoUriTe pLacE iS WhErEveR sHe Is?â Yeah then why did I wake up alone this morning
-> username: ohhhhh I love thisÂ
-> username: we thought they were unhinged before, I can already hear Mercedes pr team crying
-> kimi.antonelli: I was getting you breakfast đ
yn.ln: Oh ok
-> yn.wolff: weâre doing this then
-> yn.wolff: I want it noted this was entirely kimiâs doing for when weâre inevitably dragged into my dads office
-> username: obsessed with all of this btw
-> username: I well had all my bets on yn being the one to hard launch them wtf
username: I MEAN WE KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER BUT HOLY SHIT WHAT IS HAPPENING
lewishamilton: Happy for you two kids!
-> yn.wolff: Love you, Lew!!
-> username: I always forget lewis has known yn since she was a kid
mercedesamgf1: Weâll see you in the media training meeting on Monday.
-> yn.wolff: donât be a hater admin:((Â
-> username: never media train the best couple in f1
yn.wolff: I love you so much, youâre my most favourite person ever đ„°
-> kimi.antonelli: ti amo, bella
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, lando, nicorosberg and 4,792,901 others
yn.wolff: Then & Now...my best friend, the man I've loved since we were fourteen, I love you more than anything
username: iM CRYINGÂ
mercedesamgf1: You know what? Weâre just gonna pretend we didnât see this one.
-> username: kimiyn is a pr nightmare, you just know they run nothing past the teamÂ
username: wait stop thatâs so cute, theyâve been together since they were 14 đ
-> username: theyâre the reason I believe in love omg
kimi.antonelli: Mia bellissima ragazza, sei la luce della mia vita. Ti amerĂČ per sempre. (*see translation: âMy beautiful girl, you are the light of my life. I will love you forever.)
-> yn.wolff: đ„°đ„°
username: im screaming omg this is everything
maxverstappen1: Happy for you both
username: quick every one pretend to be shocked
georgerussell63: Itâs about time
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, lando and 4,792,901 others
yn.wolff: Meet Oliver Bearman, my boyfriend's boyfriend.
username: iconic I love them
 olliebearman: stay jealousÂ
 -> yn.wolff: hope your car stops working xoxo
  -> mercedesamgf1: YNâŠ.
 -> yn.wolff: Yeah yeah I know the drill
 -> kimi.antonelli: Donât worry amore, youâre still my favouriteÂ
 -> olliebearman: thank you Kimiâșïž
 -> yn.wolff: @/olliebearman Crash
 -> mercedesamgf1: YN!
 -> yn.wolff: Worth itÂ
 -> username: wtf just happened??
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liked by:Â kimi.antonelli, yn.wolff, lando and 7,792,901 others
georgerussell63: Do you really want to talk about third wheeling, @/yn.wolff?
username: didnât expect George to get involvedÂ
username: obsessed with the fact that they just hang out with George
 -> username: I always forget that YNâs just been with the grid since she was a kidÂ
username: HELLO??
username: George is sick of them
username: them flipping George offđ
yn.wolff: Youâre not third wheeling, youâre just our chaperoneÂ
 -> kimi.antonelli: Toto said we âcanât be trusted to get to our obligations on our ownâÂ
 -> georgerussell63: I did not sign up for unpaid childcare
 -> yn.wolff: Perks of the job đđ»
 -> georgerussell63: Canât wait for contract negotiations Iâm making you two stay far away from me
 -> mercedesamgf1: Theyâre your problem now đ
username: SCREAMING
username: George might do the swap with red bull just to get away from kimiynđđ
