#F1 Re Watch

[racingliners]

once again saying that we used to be a proper country with a flourishing ecosystem

[almostwishing]

Devestated to confirm after searching for 30 minutes that Mclaren have in fact deleted the tik tok from september 2023 where the admin asked Oscar multiplication questions and he rattled of the answers like the mathletics kid he is 😞😩

[existentialcrisistime]

Oscar Piastri for The Gentleman's Journal | December 2024

Photography: Greg Funnell Stylist: Tim Brooks Grooming: Olivia Cochrane

& full image below

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Don't even worry about it mate its ok!!

The Charles crash out this season will be LEGENDARY. the second Hamilton is put over him he's gonna start tweaking again.

Lando as a person I'm fine with but an enemy of Max is an enemy of mine (and I don't think he's that good a driver WHOSAIDTHAT).

This season is gonna be INTERESTING to say the least, I can't wait for your posts!!

-☆

AW HELLO AGAIN LOVE🫶

man I am waitin with BAITED break for the crash out radio message 2.0 cause the second that man is told to fall back for Hamilton he's goin to CRASH out like no man has ever crashed out before n God I can't WAIT

HELP😭 ok I get it I totally do I do at times watch him drive n think glory God he drives like a rookie n he's been in f1 HOW many seasons now??? SIX?? I wish we'd see more from him but I think he's doomed for the back of the grid sorry lando😭

AWWW ty love I've been rewatchin some old races n my GOD this is gonna be GOOD

[larryhaylik]

the race back-watching continues with monaco 2024

[screwdriver-and-souffle]

The most awkward handshake in the universe

[feraltwinkseb]

Race winner Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris celebrate in parc ferme September 17, 2023 - Singapore, Singapore Source: Mario Renzi - Formula 1/Formula 1 via Getty Images

[dear-ao3]

monza update will be up tomorrow or so help me god

[mikahakkinenn]

i’m also making the drivers watch thoroughbreds (2017)

[zhniven]

Lauda in 1985: I'm leaving and you will have to continue the fight for safety and driver's rights, Alain. Yes, the association has not existed for three years, but you must continue our work...

Prost: um, actually, I liked Jacky Ickx's approach more

Lauda:

Lauda: you're adopted.

[racingliners]

This mid-race top 4 is almost too powerful

[maxlarens]

oh i fear checo is so fucked

[formulakracing]

can these bitches get this hoe off my screen?

[formulaonedirection]

i just got round to actually reading the press conference transcript everyone's been lambasting lando for. ignoring the misquote of "He’s never done that in his life. So that's the only thing that Lewis hasn't done that I HAVE in Formula 1." (literal joke about he and mclaren being shite lmao), the other point of his point about lewis complaining... isn't just isolated to him talking about lewis and merc's performance.

see the following quote, from quite literally the same press conference:

"But I think there are still some things from a handling side of it that I would like to be improved. But it's tough. You're always going to be complaining, which is the thing, like Max was complaining yesterday. I’ve never seen him complain so much. Today, it's mega. It comes and goes in little things but even if your car is a lot quicker, you're still going to have some issues here and there."

like... the guy was talking about himself complaining, about VER complaining. the guy just likes to use the word 'complain'.

i'm in tears 😭😭

Friend I didn't want to leave you hanging but I'm truly sick to death of the #landiscourse because simply at the end of the day people will give grace to the people they like and believe the worst about people they hate. Like I get the impetus to defend him but you can show this to anyone that hates Lando and they'll still be able to take his words in bad faith because that's what they want to do. And it's okay! Because it's such a losing battle trying to convince people who don't want to be convinced so I'm so ready to expand my energies elsewhere. But if anyone ever feels like ranting about Lando hate please feel free in my DMs I'm here to commiserate dw I FEEL IT TOO!!!! I just don't really want to answer 75 asks about the same issue because I like to scroll my own blog and having it on here is such a clog bleh

[ari-ana-bel-la]

i was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is kelly’s older child from a past relationship and feels left out at times cause kelly and P are much closer than she is with kelly. but basically max is overprotective of her and always wants to involve her in things

he brings her to races, makes sure she doesn’t feel left out at family gatherings or f1 events. he even brags abt her accomplishments to other drivers

More Than Words

The paddock buzzed with its usual energy—mechanics in motion, media everywhere, fans cheering from behind barriers. Max walked through it all with a quiet purpose, his eyes searching the crowd until he spotted her: Yn, sitting on a low wall near the Red Bull hospitality unit, her arms wrapped around her knees, earbuds in, chin resting on her folded arms.

He made his way to her slowly, giving her time to notice him. She didn’t. So, he tapped her shoulder gently.

"Hey," he said softly.

Yn looked up, blinking out of whatever world her music had her in. Her face immediately softened when she saw Max. “Hey,” she mumbled, pulling one earbud out.

"You alright?" he asked, crouching in front of her so he could be eye level.

She nodded, but it wasn’t convincing.

Max tilted his head. "That was a very enthusiastic nod."

She gave a tiny smile. “Just tired.”

Max didn’t press her. He knew that tired didn’t always mean sleep-deprived—it was the kind of tired that settled into your bones when you felt invisible.

“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand. “We’ve got ice cream in the motorhome.”

She hesitated, glancing toward the hospitality unit where she knew Kelly and Penelope were. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

Max’s smile faded, just slightly. He sat next to her instead, letting his knees bump against hers. “You know, I told Checo yesterday that you got a 94 on that science paper. He asked if you were tutoring.”

Yn blinked at him. “You did?”

“Of course. I mean, how many sixteen-year-olds can explain astrophysics to me without even Googling stuff?”

She flushed, hiding a small grin. “I didn’t explain that much…”

“You talked about black holes for twenty minutes. I nearly re-evaluated my whole existence.”

She giggled. “I didn’t even think you were listening.”

Max turned to face her fully, his voice firm but kind. “I always listen to you, Yn.”

She went quiet again. After a beat, she said, “Mom doesn’t.”

Max felt that one land in his chest like a punch.

He didn’t speak for a moment, just gently placed a hand over hers. “I know it feels like that sometimes.”

Yn nodded, biting her lip. “She and P are always laughing together. Watching TikToks, doing their little dances… She doesn’t even ask me how school is anymore unless I bring it up. And then it’s just, ‘That’s good,’ and she moves on.”

Max swallowed. “I see it, too. And it’s not fair. You shouldn’t have to ask for her attention.”

She looked down, her voice smaller. “I don’t even talk to my dad. He texted me ‘k’ last week when I said happy birthday. That’s the only thing I’ve heard all year.”

Max exhaled slowly, his fingers curling protectively around hers. “That’s not okay. That’s not your fault, Yn. He doesn’t get to make you feel unwanted.”

She didn’t cry—but she looked like she might. Her voice shook just a little. “Sometimes it just feels like I’m… extra. Like I’m just there, and no one really notices unless I mess up or get in the way.”

Max shook his head. “Not with me.”

Yn looked up at him.

“Listen,” he said. “You’re not ‘extra,’ okay? You’re you. Smart, funny, a little sarcastic—okay, a lot sarcastic—but also kind. You always help Penelope when she needs something, even when she’s being annoying.”

“She’s always being annoying,” Yn muttered.

Max grinned. “Exactly. And you still help her. You let her play with your hair. You let her steal your hoodies.”

“She stretched out my favorite one…”

“And you didn’t even yell at her. You deserve to be seen, Yn. You deserve to be loved loud.”

She blinked again, her eyes a little glassy. “You always say the nicest things.”

“I just tell the truth.”

Yn leaned her head against his shoulder, and Max rested his head against hers.

After a long pause, she asked, “Do you ever wish I wasn’t around?”

“What?” Max pulled back to look at her properly. “Not for a single second. If anything, I wish I met you earlier.”

She laughed softly. “That would’ve been hard, I was like… eight.”

“Exactly,” Max said. “I could’ve started bragging about you sooner.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling now.

Max stood and offered her his hand again. “Come on. Let’s get ice cream. You can pick the flavor this time.”

“Even if it’s cookie dough?”

“You know that’s my weakness,” he said dramatically. “You’re exploiting my love.”

She finally took his hand, letting him pull her up. As they started walking, Max slung an arm around her shoulder. “Also, I signed you up for that STEM summer camp you mentioned. Don’t worry—I’ll drive you every day if I have to.”

Yn stopped in her tracks. “You did what?”

He smirked. “It’s not until July. You’ve got time to prepare. Or pack.”

“You’re serious?”

“Completely. I figured you might not push for it if you thought no one cared.”

Her face was unreadable for a moment, then she slowly whispered, “Thank you.”

Max gave her a one-armed hug, squeezing her into his side. “Always. You’re stuck with me, Yn.”

As they approached the motorhome, Penelope darted out with a grin and ran straight to Yn. “Can we do your hair again? I brought the glitter clips!”

Yn blinked. She looked to Max for a second—he just nodded.

“Sure,” she said finally, and Penelope squealed, pulling her inside.

Kelly stood near the door, distractedly on her phone. She glanced up briefly. “Oh hey, sweetheart,” she said, barely meeting Yn’s eyes. “Did you eat lunch?”

“Yeah,” Yn answered automatically.

Kelly smiled for a second and returned to texting.

Max watched the exchange silently, then stepped closer to Kelly.

“You know she got a 94 on that science paper, right?”

Kelly glanced up. “Oh… That’s great.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should tell her that.”

Kelly blinked at him, then looked over at Yn and Penelope giggling inside. For a moment, her face shifted—something like guilt or realization washing over her.

Max didn’t say more. He just turned to follow Yn inside.

Because he meant it.

She was his kid, too.

And he was going to make sure she always knew it.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Plus one 2/9

Summary : When Lando Norris realizes he's the only F1 driver attending the Monaco F1 movie premiere without a girlfriend, he panics and convinces Oscar to help him find a last-minute plus one.

Author note : I get this story idea after the private projection of the F1 movie with all the drivers in Monaco (also can we imagine they weren't wearing their team kit and actually did dress up).

Genre : pure fluff

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Lando stood outside Oscar’s Monaco apartment, hands jammed in his pockets, heart thudding in his chest like he was about to take pole position in front of a packed grid.

This was stupid.

He should’ve just gone alone. He always went alone. And now here he was, about to meet a girl he didn’t know, someone Oscar casually described as “calm and pretty” like that wouldn’t completely mess with his head. Plus, she’d already said yes so he couldn’t back out now.

Oscar opened the door before Lando had the chance to knock again. “You’re early.”

“I’m on time.”

“You’re ten minutes early.”

Lando stepped in without arguing, eyes flicking around the flat. The place smelled faintly of perfume and hairspray, classic pre-event chaos.

“Where is she?” he asked, trying to sound chill. He failed.

Oscar smirked. “Upstairs getting ready with Lily. You're nervous or just socially broken?”

“Both.”

They moved to the living room. Lando sat stiffly on the couch, bouncing his leg. Oscar plopped down beside him like this was the most entertaining part of his day.

“You’ll be fine,” Oscar said. “Y/N’s great. Smart as hell, but really down to earth.”

Lando looked over, frowning. “Smart how?”

“She’s in med bio. Final year. Like... actual science. Brains and all.”

Lando’s stomach twisted. “Wait, what?”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah. She’s in uni with Lily, but different field. That’s how they know each other.”

Lando blinked. “You didn’t say she was—like—a genius.”

Oscar laughed. “She’s not a genius, she just studies something that requires more brain cells than driving a car in circles.”

“Harsh.”

Before Oscar could reply, footsteps padded down the stairs. Lando sat up straighter instinctively.

And then she appeared.

Wearing a beautifull soft yellow dress, bare feet making soft sounds on the wooden floor, her hair styled in soft waves that framed her face. She paused when she saw him, a little startled but she recovered quickly, offering a kind, quiet smile.

“Hi,” she said.

Lando stood up too quickly. “Hi. I—I’m—uh, I’m Lando.”

She blinked. “I know.”

He closed his eyes for a second. Brilliant start.

She stepped forward, still smiling. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he said, and instantly regretted repeating her words back like a parrot.

Oscar walked past with a bowl of crisps and a smirk. “Well, this isn’t awkward at all.”

Y/N laughed softly, easing the tension. “It’s okay. This is weird, right? But not, like, bad weird.”

Lando managed a smile. “Yeah. Just... unusual. I’m not very good at this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Meeting new people, especially pretty one." He said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you trying to impress me?”

Lando opened his mouth, then shut it, then rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean. I wasn’t trying to make it that obvious.”

Y/N smiled again. It wasn’t teasing. It was warm.

Oscar re-entered the room, checking his phone. “Lily’s almost ready. You two want a drink? Water? Champagne?”

Y/N glanced at Lando. “Water for now. I’d like to be able to walk in a straight line later.”

“Same,” Lando said quickly.

Oscar raised a brow. “Wow. Sober decisions? Who are you and what have you done with Lando?”

But Lando wasn’t listening. He was watching Y/N again: her ease, her calmness, the way she sat on the edge of the couch without fidgeting or trying too hard. She didn’t seem like someone who wanted attention, and that only made her more captivating.

He was already in trouble.

Later their car pulled up in front of Oscar place and the four of them enter it.

Lando sat in the farthest seat from her, stiff in his tailored tux, fiddling with the inside seam of his sleeve. He’d never minded dressing up, he usually enjoyed it. But tonight, the collar felt too tight, his shoes too polished, his hair too styled.

Across from him, Lily and Y/N were mid-laughter about something he hadn’t even caught.

“No, but seriously,” Y/N said, breathless from laughing, “he tried to use a pipette like a turkey baster. In cell culture.”

“Oh my god,” Lily gasped. “No gloves?”

“None. I nearly screamed.”

They burst into another round of giggles, heads tilted toward each other, eyes gleaming with shared memories.

Lando blinked, trying to follow. Was he supposed to say something? Was he allowed to join in?

He glanced at Oscar, seated beside him with his usual laid-back grin, clearly enjoying the show. Meanwhile, Lando felt like an accessory. Just some awkward extra in a tux who happened to be taking up space in the car.

“So,” he tried, voice louder than expected. “What’s… what’s a pipette?”

The laughter died. Lily turned, slightly surprised, and Y/N blinked at him, lips parted.

Oscar snorted into his fist.

Y/N smiled, kindly, not mockingly. “It’s like… a super precise dropper. For moving really small volumes of liquid.”

“Oh. Cool.” Lando nodded, as if that explained anything. “Like… science stuff.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said gently. “Science stuff.”

Oscar choked.

Lily gave him a look that read be nice, and Y/N subtly elbowed Lily's back. But Lando caught it. And suddenly, the car felt like it was shrinking.

What was he even doing here?

He adjusted his sleeve again, then glanced at Y/N. She looked beautiful. Not just dressed-up pretty, but radiant, like someone who hadn’t even tried to outshine the night and still managed to. She hadn’t even needed the red carpet. She could’ve lit up the street outside just with her presence.

“You good?” Oscar leaned over and muttered, low enough not to be heard by the girls.

“Fine.”

“You look like you’re calculating your escape route.”

“I’m not.”

“You kind of are.”

Lando groaned. “They’ve been talking non-stop.”

Oscar grinned. “Yeah. It’s called being friends. Girls do that.”

Lando glared. “I mean, what am I supposed to do?”

“Be normal? Say something? You’re acting super tense.”

“She’s like super impressive, kinda intimidate me, mate.”

“Lando you’re a millionaire professional athlete, you're fine."

Lando narrowed his eyes. “Not the same.”

Oscar just laughed and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Relax. You’re not trying to marry her. It’s just a premiere.”

But Lando wasn’t so sure anymore. Because everything about Y/N, her laugh, her wit, the way she looked out the window like she wasn’t fazed by the flashing lights and waiting press, made him feel like she wasn’t just another random plus one.

She wasn’t someone to fill a space on a work event. She was someone he didn’t want to disappoint.

The car slowed to a stop.

Lily peeked toward the window, fixing a final pin in her hair. “Okay. Showtime.”

Y/N glanced at Lando and smiled. “You ready?”

Lando nodded. “Sure. Totally.”

He was lying. He was not ready at all.

The second the car door opened, it was as if someone had unleashed a pack of wolves: voices shouting names, cameras clicking. The usual.

Lando stepped out first, inhaling sharply through his nose. His jacket felt too tight again.

He turned back to offer Y/N his hand. She took it like this was just any other night. No hesitation. No nerves. She stepped out gracefully, her dress falling perfectly into place, her expression calm and unfazed by the frenzy.

It was… unnerving.

She didn’t grip his arm. Didn’t blink at the cameras. Didn’t ask what to do.

She just smiled politely, then started walking past him toward the entrance along with Lily.

He jogged slightly to catch up.

“Uh… are you okay?” he asked.

Y/N glanced sideways. “Yeah, why?”

“I mean—the cameras. The shouting.”

She shrugged. “It’s not like they’re yelling at me. They want pictures of you.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

She tilted her head. “Should it?”

Lando blinked. “I—yeah? A bit?”

She laughed softly. “I’m just here to see a movie. I’m not being interviewed or anything.”

He stopped walking for half a second. Wait. Was that how she saw this?

She looked around at the flashing lights. “It’s kind of fun, though. Everyone’s dressed up.”

He swallowed. “Yeah. It is.”

They made it through the line of photographers without incident, her not breaking a sweat, him blinking so much he probably looked like he had dust in his eyes. Inside the venue, the lighting dimmed and the atmosphere changed: lower music, drinks trays floating past on silver platters.

They were barely two steps inside when someone grabbed his elbow.

“Mate,” Oscar said, materializing out of nowhere. “You good?”

“No,” Lando muttered. “Absolutely not.”

Oscar looked him up and down. “You look like you’re walking into a court hearing.”

Lando pulled at his collar. “She’s… just. She’s not nervous. At all. It’s freaking me out.”

Oscar smirked. “Because she’s not clinging to your arm and asking where to stand?”

“Exactly.”

“Because she’s acting like a person and not a fan?”

“Exactly!”

Oscar handed him a glass of water from a passing tray. “Drink this before you pass out.”

Lando took it gratefully and glanced over his shoulder. Y/N had wandered off to look at one of the display posters near the entrance, completely unbothered by the people milling around her.

Oscar leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, she’s just a nice person, man. Lily said she was excited to see the movie early, especially since she’s not usually invited to these kinds of things.”

“So… she didn’t think this was, like… a thing?”

Oscar hesitated. “I mean, I told her you needed a plus one. I may have left out the part where you were mildly spiraling about being the only single guy.”

Lando groaned. "Mate, seriously ?"

Oscar grinned. “What? I wanted her to say yes. She probably thinks this is just a favor for Lily.”

“That explains so much.”

“Like what?”

“Like why she didn’t care about being photographed next to me. Why she hasn’t asked about the paddock. Why she’s so calm.”

Oscar looked over at her. “You know what I think?”

“What.”

“I think you want her to care.”

Lando didn’t answer. He sipped his water.

A familiar voice interrupted them. “Lando?”

He turned. Charles and Alexandra had just arrived, both dressed to perfection. Alexandra’s eyes flicked to Y/N, who had returned and was now beside him again.

“Bonsoir,” Charles greeted with a smile. “And who is this lovely guest?”

Y/N smiled back. “Y/N. I’m just a friend of Lily’s.”

“Ahh,” Alexandra said. “You look amazing. Are you two—?”

“Oh no,” Y/N said quickly, shaking her head. “Not together. I just tagged along. He had a free invite because he don't have a plus one.”

Lando made a noise in his throat. Something between a laugh and a choke.

Alexandra raised a brow. “Really? Well, you’re pulling off the date look flawlessly.”

“Right?” Charles grinned. “They look like they’ve been together forever.”

Y/N just laughed it off. “It’s just the lighting. I clean up okay.”

They chatted a bit more, mostly Charles asking Lando about the weekend, Alexandra complimenting Y/N’s dress but Lando was only half-there. Y/N had said “Oh no, not together.” Like it was obvious.

But maybe it was.

Maybe that’s why she was so at ease, because she never saw this as a date.

And that idea makes Lando's heart hurts more than he expected.

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