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internet loving ― gr63

pairings: george russell x influencer!reader

summary: everyone’s favourite influencer gets a boyfriend

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yourusername

liked by lilymhe, georgerussell63, mercedesamgf1 and 566,781 others

yourusername a lovely weekend at the monaco grand prix, truly a thrilling experience!

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user1 amazing, gorgeous, breathtaking 😍

lilymhe loved having you here baby ❤️

user2 lily what are you doing here??

user3 *insert the ariana what are you doing here meme*

user4 i’ve loved f1 and yn both for so long and now my worlds are colliding eeeeee i’m so happy about this

user5 lily i get, but why are gr63 and mercedes in her likes 👀

user6 lmao chill they probably sponsored her or something

user7 nuh uh! my girl was in the stand not in the garage and if they did sponsor her, she would’ve at least put up a story for promo but she didn’t sooooo

user8 f1 fan theories live on1

yourbff ahhh i wish i was there with you bbg

yourusername girl same! i missed you smmm

user9 yn x herbff is the only thing i need

georgerussell63 be in the garage next time!

yourusername ask nicely

georgerussell63 please grace us with your presence in the garage next time love

yourusername okieee <33

user10 WHAT THE FUCK

user11 guys maybe we’re not delulu and these two actually are together!

user12 or they could just be friends??

user13 he literally called her “love”

user12 well brits call everyone that bro, it’s not that deep

user13 but what if it is!

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georgerussell63

likef by yourusername, alex_albon, kimi.antonelli and 899,567 others

georgerussell63 post p2 celebrations 🍾🍾

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alex_albon yeah we could hear those “celebrations” from next door

georgerussell63 alex-

lilymhe no really we could! if we wanted to hear that we would’ve had an of subscription

user1 ummm wtf 😭😭😭

user2 georgie they could never make me hate you baby

user3 real! he’s my faveee

yourusername congrats hun! 🫶🏻

georgerussell63 thanks love!

user4 this is not good for me

user5 okay so here are the facts; george keeps commenting on yns posts, she now commented on his and THERES A WOMAN IN THIS POST

user6 which could mean nothing btw

user7 shut up shut up shut up my favourite show is on rn

user8 i love them both sm i hope this is true

kimi.antonelli did you and mrs saturday have a lovely time? hehe

georgerussell63 kimi shit your mouth!

kimi.antonelli mate you literally posted her! you’re literally soft launching her!

georgerussell63 her face isn’t showing tho

kimi.antonelli that’s what soft launching is old man

user9 kimi and george are my fav duo fr

user10 he’s such a diva i love him

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yourusername

liked by georgerussell63, yourbff, lilymhe and 789,679 others

yourusername a day well spent with my pookie

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georgerussell63 pookie huh?

yourusername yes ofc pookie 🥰

user1 ohhh so they def are dating!!!

user2 yn is in my city omgg!! ahh i love this

yourbff i thought i was your pookie

yourusername noo you’re my wifey

yourusername he’s just a man, you’re my main bitch

yourbff awww ilysm baby

user3 starting to think that yourbff is the one in a relationship with yn

yourbff no sadly we’re both straight and have boyfriends

user4 yn x george confirmation?!?!

user5 this is so cute omg 😭💗🥰 i want this

user6 you’re so real for that

lilymhe ahh so cute!! love that he had the guts to ask you out so now we can be besties to

yourusername fr! i love hanging out with you bae

user7 wag besties i love them

user8 fuck george and alex i ship these two

yourusername haha yesss dude

user10 yn and her london boy awww

user11 this is the cutest thing ever to see yn in love

user12 no fr because after everything she deserves love

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georgerussell63

liked by yourusername, alex_albon, landonorris and 677,967 others

georgerussell63 the best decision i ever made was asking her out ❤️

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yourusername awww i love you sm georgie 💗💗💗💋💋💋

georgerussell63 love you too ❤️

user1 this is making me feel so fucking single man

yourbff hell yeah it was…. and russell if you ever, ever ever hurt my girl just know that you won’t live to see another day 🎀

georgerussell63 got it 👍🏻

user2 lmfao i love that yns bff is threatening george lol

user3 russell really got that rizz man!! his girl is so pretty

alex_albon literally cried tears of joy when he finally asked her out after yapping about her for like three months

georgerussell63 hush alex

yourusername awww you used to talk about me 🥺

alex_albon everyday yn everday damn day

user4 i NEED to know more about how they started dating omg

user5 big day for annoying people (it’s me, i’m annoying people)

user6 how tf they did even come into each other’s radars??

landonorris he stalked her insta lmao

georgerussell63 lando stfu man

yourusername lmfao what???

user7 lando out here doing george so dirty 😭😭

user8 lore accurate 2019 rookies btw

user9 this or nothing 🎀

user10 real

𝑟𝑒𝜐𝑜𝑙𝜐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟.

▎PAIRING: Max Verstappen x reader.

▎WARNINGS: none. just jos being an ass.

The paddock buzzed with the usual frenzy of engines revving and camera flashes, but lately, all eyes were on you—Y/N, the newest addition to the glamorous world of Formula 1 WAGs. As Max Verstappen’s girlfriend, you’d quickly become a fan favorite. Max wasn’t shy about showing his affection: an arm slung protectively around your shoulders as you walked through the garage, his fingers intertwined with yours during press conferences, or a stolen kiss on your cheek after a stellar qualifying session or race win. It was clear to everyone that Max adored you, his usually stoic demeanor softening whenever you were near.

But not everyone knew about your relationship from the start. Max had kept it private, especially from his father, Jos. He hadn’t breathed a word, letting the F1 gossip pages and social media do the revealing for him. So when Jos extended an invitation for dinner via a curt text message—"Bring your girlfriend. We should meet properly"—Max had stared at his phone for a long minute before reluctantly agreeing. "It’ll be fine," he’d told you, though the tightness in his jaw said otherwise.

The evening arrived, and you pulled up to the upscale restaurant in Max’s sleek Aston Martin. You were dressed elegantly—a simple white dress that hugged your figure just right, your hair cascading in loose waves. Max, in a crisp button-up and jeans, squeezed your hand as you walked in. "Just be yourself," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "He’ll like you."

Jos was already seated at a corner table, his posture rigid, a glass of whiskey in hand. He stood when you approached, offering a firm handshake to Max and a polite nod to you. "Max. And you must be Y/N," he said, his Dutch accent thick, eyes appraising you like he was sizing up a new tire compound. "Sit, sit. I’ve ordered some appetizers."

The start was civil enough. A bottle of red wine was poured, and small talk flowed as the server brought out plates of bruschetta and olives. Jos leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "So, how did you two meet? Max isn’t one for details."

You smiled, glancing at Max, who gave you an encouraging nod. "It was at a charity event in Monaco last year. I was there for work, and we just… clicked. He spilled his drink on me, actually—total accident."

Jos chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Sounds like Max. Always focused on the track, not so much on the social graces." He turned to his son. "Remember that gala in Amsterdam? You were the same way with… what was her name? Daphne? Spilled champagne all over her dress too."

Max’s fork paused mid-air, but he forced a neutral expression. "Yeah, Dad. Ancient history."

The questions kept coming, innocuous at first. "What do you do for a living, Y/N?" Jos asked, spearing a piece of bruschetta.

"I’m a model," you replied confidently. "Mostly fashion and lifestyle shoots. It’s based in Monaco, which makes it easy to travel with Max."

"Monaco? Nice place. Expensive, though." Jos nodded approvingly, but there was a glint in his eye. "Max has always liked the glamorous types. Remember Kelly? She was from Brazil—model too, wasn’t she? Exotic look, always turning heads in the paddock."

Max shifted in his seat, his hand finding yours under the table. "Kelly was a long time ago, Dad. Let’s not—"

"And before her, there was that Italian girl, Sofia. Actress, right? Or was she a singer? Fiery temper, but she kept you on your toes." Jos waved his hand dismissively, as if reminiscing over old race strategies. "Y/N, you’re from Monaco—born and raised? That’s different. More… polished, I suppose. Not as wild as some of the others."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, but you kept your composure, sipping your wine. "Yes, born there. My family’s been in Monaco for generations."

Jos leaned forward, his gaze sharpening on Max. "Polished is good, but does it push you? Remember how Daniella used to challenge you? Spanish firecracker—she’d argue with you about everything, kept your head in the game. Won you that championship in ‘21, I’d say. Distractions can be useful if they’re the right kind."

Max’s grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles whitening. "Dad, enough with the history lesson. Y/N’s here now. Can we just enjoy the dinner?"

Jos raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "I’m just making conversation, Max. Comparing notes. You’ve had quite the lineup—models, influencers, even that one racer’s daughter. What was her name? Elena? Tall, blonde, always at the parties. She fit right in with the F1 crowd. Y/N seems quieter. Is that what you need now? Someone to… settle you down?"

The server arrived with the main courses—steak for Jos and Max, salmon for you—but the atmosphere had soured. You poked at your food, appetite waning, while Jos continued his barrage, each comparison laced with subtle digs. "Sofia had that edge, didn’t she? Pushed you to train harder. And Kelly—God, she was supportive during the tough seasons. Traveled everywhere with you. Y/N, do you plan to do that? Modeling’s flexible, I hear."

Max set his knife down with a clatter, his voice low and edged with warning. "Stop it. This isn’t about them. It’s about Y/N."

Jos shrugged, cutting into his steak. "I’m just saying, son. You’ve got to think long-term. Championships don’t win themselves. The wrong partner can—"

"That’s it." Max stood abruptly, tossing his napkin on the table. His chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing stares from nearby diners. "We’re leaving. Y/N, come on."

You rose quickly, heart pounding, as Max grabbed your coat. Jos looked up, surprised but not apologetic. "Max, sit down. We’re not done."

"Oh, we’re done," Max snapped, his blue eyes flashing. "Thanks for the invite, Dad. Real classy."

The car ride home was suffocating in its silence. Max gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching. The city lights blurred past the windows of the Aston Martin, the engine’s low hum the only sound. You stared out at the passing streets, replaying the dinner in your head—the way Jos’s words had twisted from curiosity to criticism, each ex-girlfriend’s name feeling like a jab. You didn’t dare speak, not wanting to poke the bear. Max didn’t glance your way once, his focus laser-sharp on the road ahead.

It wasn’t until you pulled into the driveway of your shared Monaco apartment—overlooking the glittering harbor—that the dam broke. Max killed the engine and sat there for a moment, hands still on the wheel, breathing heavily. You unbuckled your seatbelt, reaching for the door, but his voice stopped you—rough, laced with frustration.

"This is why I didn’t want to go to dinner," he said, finally turning to you. His eyes were stormy, but there was a vulnerability there that made your chest ache. "I knew he’d pull this shit. Comparing you, digging up the past like it’s some fucking scorecard."

"Max…" you started softly, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"He shouldn’t have done that. He had no right to bring them up, to make you feel like… like you’re just another one in a line." He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the neat style from earlier. "You’re everything to me, Y/N. He’s stuck in his own head, always has been. Think’s relationships are just tools for winning races."

You reached over, placing your hand on his thigh. "I know, Max. It’s okay. I didn’t let it get to me."

But he wasn’t done, the words tumbling out now like he’d been holding them in the whole drive. "It’s not okay. He acts like he knows what’s best for me, but he doesn’t. Not anymore. I didn’t tell him about us because I didn’t want his judgment. And now… fuck, I’m sorry. I should’ve shut it down sooner."

"Hey," you said, turning his face gently toward you with your hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough under your fingers, but he leaned into the touch. "You did shut it down. We left. That’s what matters."

Max sighed, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. "I just… I adore you, you know that? The way you handle the paddock, the media, all of it."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I adore you too, Max. Even when you’re being all protective and broody."

He let out a short laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Broody? Me?" He pulled you closer across the console, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It lingered, turning deeper as his hand cupped the back of your neck. When he pulled back, his voice was quieter, more earnest. "Promise me you won’t let what he said stick."

"I promise," you whispered, kissing him again. "Now, let’s go inside. I think we both need a drink that’s not from that restaurant."

Max nodded, finally unclenching. As you walked hand-in-hand into the apartment, the weight of the evening lifted, replaced by the quiet reassurance of just the two of you—against the world, the paddock, and even family.

My win.

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader x ex!Lando Norris

Summary- What should've been a happy pregnancy, collapses after lando is seen with a model, but in a turn of event, his teammate’s constant presence and patience turns him from just a friend, to a lover.

Warnings- Hate comments, Magui, some arguments

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