#Muni He

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my parents

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2024 Chinese Grand Prix | Qualifying

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Muni “Lily” He is The Prodigy & Alex Albon is Bon Bon

Okay this article is kinda a wild ride so I’ll explain why I think their icons are how they are and then kinda break down the article 😭

Lily was also called a golf prodigy!

This is from Alex Albons sports illustrated article, the colors even match lol. Al(BON) - Bon Bon!

It’s public information that the two are dating and the article references a couple

The couple is tagged as golf and racing

THE ARTICLE

The article is linked at the start of this, so running through it:

“He Mele No Bon Bon?: The Prodigy’s Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride of Emotions” - He mele no lilo is a reference to a song from lilo and stitch (where the song Hawaiian roller coaster ride is in), He is also Lilys last name. The Hawaiian song means a song for the lost and I think they’re calling AA clueless but I also could be digging too deep lol.

“It seems we’re in for a wild ride with one of the sports world’s hottest couples, golfer ‘The Prodigy’ and racer ‘Bon Bon’. Today’s scoop? It’s less about the greens and more about the blues. - Again, referencing the twos professions and that they’re together!

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mother and father😩😤🥰❤️❤️

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Match made in heaven :)

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alex albon & lily muni he | World Premiere Red Carpet LIVE from New York

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lilymhe: hbd p1 in my heart👴🏼🫶🏼🎂

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could you do alex albon’s 4 year old daughter getting lost in the paddock and having everyone panicking trying to find her?

Little Explorer

The Suzuka sun was already peeking over the horizon when Alex arrived at the paddock, his hand securely holding that of his four-year-old daughter, Yn. Her little pink cap was nearly too big for her head, threatening to slip down over her eyes every time she looked up at her dad. She wore a tiny Williams team shirt, complete with her name embroidered above the heart, and her backpack bounced with every excited step she took.

"Papa, is this where the race cars sleep?" Yn asked, eyes wide as she gazed around the bustling paddock.

Alex chuckled, crouching down to her level. "Not exactly, sweet pea. But it's where they get ready. Like a pit stop bedroom."

She giggled. “Do they have pillows?”

“If they do, they probably smell like engine oil.”

Yn made a face, scrunching her little nose, and Alex laughed. He stood up just in time to see Carlos approach them from across the garage.

"Good morning!" Carlos greeted with a big smile. He bent down slightly, holding out a fist for Yn, who bumped it without hesitation.

"Hola, Carlitos!" she chirped, her eyes sparkling.

"Already using the nickname, huh?" Alex grinned.

"She’s got good taste," Carlos teased. "How are you, princesa?"

“I saw a big tire! It was taller than me!” Yn said, stretching her arms to demonstrate the size.

Carlos gasped dramatically. “Wow! Did you try to lift it?”

“I did! But it was super heavy.”

“Well, we’ll work on your muscles later, okay?” Carlos winked at her, and Yn nodded very seriously.

Alex watched the exchange with a soft smile. It always warmed him how easily Carlos got along with his daughter. Though they kept Yn out of the spotlight, she had a way of making herself at home wherever she went.

"Hey," Carlos said quietly to Alex, "we have that strategy meeting in ten minutes."

Alex sighed. "Right. I almost forgot."

Carlos gestured toward a young Williams intern who was standing nearby. "She’ll be in good hands. We’ll be back before she can finish her juice box."

"Okay, sweetie," Alex crouched down to talk to Yn, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I need to go talk about grown-up stuff with Uncle Carlos. Can you be a good girl and hang out here with Miss Sophie for a little bit?"

Yn nodded solemnly. “I’ll be the best girl.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead before standing up, exchanging one last glance with the intern. “Thank you. We'll be quick.”

With that, he and Carlos disappeared into the meeting room, leaving Sophie to keep an eye on Yn, who had now sat on a small bench, swinging her legs and sipping from her juice pouch.

But it only took a moment.

One glance away to check a message on her phone.

And when Sophie looked up again—Yn was gone.

Yn wandered along the paddock path, her eyes filled with wonder at the noise, the smells, the shimmer of the mechanics' uniforms and the laughter echoing from various corners. She clutched her little cap in one hand as she meandered away, drawn by the colorful banners and a sudden patch of green at the far end.

Flowers.

Tucked beside a hospitality suite, a narrow planter overflowed with bright blossoms—petunias, daisies, and tiny pink and white buds.

Yn gasped. “Whoa!”

She skipped over and crouched next to the flowers, reaching out to gently touch a petal. She giggled as a bee buzzed past her, and that’s when she noticed a man watering the plants.

Fernando.

He was pouring water over the soil with a plastic jug, humming to himself. He blinked when he noticed the tiny figure crouched beside him.

“Well, hello there,” he said in surprise, straightening up. “Where did you come from?”

Yn smiled up at him, not afraid at all. “Hi! I like flowers.”

“Do you?” he smiled warmly, crouching beside her. “These are petunias. They’re thirsty today.”

“I like that one!” she pointed to a pink one. “It looks like my blanket at home.”

“That’s a very good choice. Petunias are very friendly flowers.”

Yn tilted her head. “Do flowers talk?”

Fernando chuckled. “Only if you listen really carefully.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What do they say?”

“They say, ‘thank you for the water, kind girl!’”

Yn burst into a giggle fit. “That’s silly!”

He smiled. “Not as silly as finding a flower princess all alone in the paddock. Where’s your papa?”

“My papa is with Carlitos. He’s talking about grown-up stuff.”

Fernando’s brow furrowed slightly. “And what’s your papa’s name?”

“Alex!”

That made Fernando’s eyes widen. “You’re Alex’s little girl?”

“Uh-huh! And George is my goddaddy.”

Fernando let out a low whistle. “You’re F1 royalty then. Come on, let’s get you back to your garage before everyone starts looking under the race cars for you.”

She reached for his hand, trusting and joyful. “Okay! But can we say bye to the flowers?”

He smiled softly. “Of course.”

Back in the Williams garage, chaos was brewing.

“She’s not here?” Alex’s voice cracked, already halfway through panic. “How is she not here?!”

Sophie looked like she was about to cry. “I—I just looked away for a second—I swear—”

Carlos rubbed a hand down his face. “She couldn’t have gone far. Let’s split up.”

George had already heard the commotion and appeared at Alex’s side. “You lost Yn?” he asked, voice tight with concern.

Alex could barely breathe. “I should’ve never left her. What was I thinking?”

“Alex,” George said firmly. “We’ll find her. Let’s go.”

Within minutes, it felt like the whole paddock was mobilized. Charles jogged off toward the hospitality area, Max checked around the back of the garages, even media members paused to ask what was happening. Word spread fast when it came to the drivers' kids.

Then—Alex heard a familiar laugh.

His head snapped toward the far end of the paddock, where a small figure in a Williams shirt was skipping along beside Fernando.

“Yn!” he called out, his voice trembling.

She looked up and grinned. “PAPA!”

Alex ran to her, scooping her into his arms and holding her close, her tiny arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

“I was so scared,” he whispered into her hair. “Don’t ever wander off like that again, baby. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I just wanted to see the flowers.”

He pulled back enough to kiss her cheeks, again and again. “You scared me to death.”

“She was perfectly fine,” Fernando said gently. “We were talking about petals and bees.”

Alex looked at him with teary eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Fernando raised his hands. “She’s a lovely little girl. Very brave. Very curious. Just like someone I know.”

Alex turned to Yn. “From now on, flowers only when I’m with you, okay?”

“Okay, Papa,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder. “But can I say bye to Fernandito next time too?”

Fernando laughed. “Any time, little flower princess.”

Alex held her tight, grateful beyond words as the panic finally ebbed from his chest.

And for the rest of the weekend, Yn stayed by her papa’s side—though she did convince him to visit the flower patch together before they left Suzuka.

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

Also, thank you for 1K followers. You guys are the best. 🥰😘

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WAG Bootcamp

Part 2

Word count: 767

Pairing: lando Norris x reader, but mostly just Y/n and the WAGs

Summary: Y/n, Lando Norris’ new girlfriend, attends her first F1 race and is swiftly taken under the wing of the WAGs, who teach her the unspoken rules of f1

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Y/n had been to big events before. Red carpets, premieres, and fashion weeks—she could handle a camera flash like a pro. But standing at the entrance of the paddock for her first-ever Formula 1 race, wearing her McLaren pass around her neck, she felt completely out of her depth.

The world of F1 wasn’t just about fast cars; it was about politics, strategy, and—most terrifyingly—the WAGs.

Lando had kissed her goodbye at the hospitality entrance, promising to see her after FP1, and that was when she was ambushed.

“Alright, rookie,” Kika, Pierre Gasly’s girlfriend, looped an arm through hers, her honey-blonde hair bouncing as she steered Y/n toward a private table in the paddock. “Time for bootcamp.”

“Bootcamp?” Y/n repeated, feeling a bit like a deer in the headlights.

“You think you can just waltz in here and be a proper F1 girlfriend without guidance?” Lily, Alex Albon’s girlfriend, teased, sliding into a seat with a knowing smirk. “No, sweetheart, it doesn’t work like that.”

“You’re lucky,” Alex, Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend, added. “Not everyone gets the full WAG orientation on their first weekend. Usually, we just let them suffer.”

Y/n blinked. “Should I be scared?”

Rebecca, Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend, gave her an encouraging pat on the back. “Yes.”

Lesson One: Pre-Race Preparation

“You need to know how to handle Lando before a race,” Carmen, George Russell’s girlfriend, started, flipping her sunglasses onto her head. “Every driver has their own pre-race routine. If you mess it up, congratulations—you’re the reason he finishes P12.”

“Wait—what?” Y/n’s eyes widened. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Not really,” Kelly, Max Verstappen’s girlfriend, said with a shrug. “Just don’t be annoying. Keep the energy calm, don’t talk too much, and if he’s in the zone, let him stay there.”

Kika nodded. “Pierre needs hype. So I tell him he’s the best, kiss him, and send him off like a gladiator into battle. Meanwhile, Lily literally has to trick Alex into thinking racing is just a fun little game so he doesn’t overthink.”

Lily grinned. “I gaslight him into thinking it’s no big deal. Works like a charm.”

“Susie?” Y/n turned to Susie Wolff, the ultimate WAG and wife of Toto Wolff. If anyone knew how to manage an F1 man, it was her.

Susie sipped her espresso like a woman who had seen it all. “Toto is different. He’s not the one in the car, but believe me, he’s more dramatic than any of the drivers.” She sighed. “My advice? Just make sure Lando doesn’t forget to eat.”

“Got it. No messing with his pre-race mood, gaslight if necessary, and make sure he eats,” Y/n recapped. “I can do that.”

Lesson Two: Media Management

“Now, the media,” Alex said, leaning in. “You’re dating Lando. People will analyze everything you do. What you wear, how you look at him, whether or not you smiled when he crossed the finish line.”

“You need to learn the ‘paddock girlfriend’ face,” Kelly instructed. “Not too excited, not too miserable—just engaged enough to look like you care, but also mysterious.”

Lily demonstrated, tilting her head slightly and pressing her lips together in the perfect neutral expression.

Y/n tried to mimic her but ended up looking mildly constipated.

“We’ll work on it,” Carmen assured her.

“And social media,” Rebecca added. “Fans will stalk every post, every like. If you breathe near another driver, they’ll start a conspiracy theory that you’re cheating.”

Y/n groaned. “Oh, fantastic.”

“Just own it,” Kika advised. “If they start a rumor, make it worse. That’s what I do.”

Lesson Three: Surviving the Race

“You are now a part of the emotional rollercoaster that is watching your boyfriend risk his life at 300 km/h,” Susie said with a knowing look. “You will feel stress, anxiety, and possibly rage.”

“If someone crashes into Lando, you are obligated to hate that driver for at least two weeks,” Kelly informed her.

“And you need a coping strategy,” Rebecca added. “I stress-eat.”

“I online shop,” Alex said.

“I start manifesting,” Lily said dramatically.

“I drink,” Kika said, holding up a glass of champagne.

Y/n exhaled. “This sport is insane.”

The women all nodded in agreement.

As the session wrapped up, Y/n felt a new sense of confidence. Maybe she wasn’t fully prepared yet, but she had an elite team of WAGs ready to guide her through the chaos.

Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from Lando: How’s your first F1 day going?

She smiled, typing back: I think I just joined a secret society.

And so, the newest recruit of the WAG Bootcamp was officially initiated.

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As a throuple enthusiast, you are doing lord's work 🛐❤️

(tysm for the compliment bby) (had to make something special just for you)

wag x 3 ? — aa23 + lily muni he

smau + blurbs

alex albon x !professional tennis player russell reader x lily muni he

george russell x !tennis player sister reader

alex and lily have had a collective crush on yn for years. they avoided it all costs due to the fact that she is george’s sister and they are incredibly scared of rejection. but after yn wins a career grand slam will things change?

fc : kornelia.ski on ig and paula badosa

very tiny amounts of suggestive content if you squint real hard

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yn.russell : just won a career grand slam, wyd?

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f1gossipgirls : Grid reactions from the last few moments of YN’s career Grand Slam win. The camera was on George the majority of the end of the match and he was completely frozen in shock for at least 30 seconds as you could see tears in his eyes. Pierre, Charles, Lewis, Lando and Alex were all in attendance as well. All seen celebrating YN.

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username0 : george staring at the screen like his brain was buffering 😭 baby boy was trying to process greatness in real time

username17 : the way the camera cut to pierre as he was jumping and yelling at the top of his lungs like they aren’t at wimbledon 💀

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The second the final point landed and I dropped to my knees on the grass, Centre Court erupted. The crowd was deafening, but in the VIP box? Pandemonium.

George was frozen for a full heartbeat. Eyes wide, hand covering his mouth, a thousand memories flashing behind his eyes — tiny rackets in the garden, my first tournament, injuries, comebacks. Carmen had already grabbed his arm and was tugging him forward.

“George, go! She did it!”

He blinked like he’d come back to life. Then he ran. Behind him, Lando was practically vaulting over the seats, yelling something incoherent but definitely enthusiastic. “SHE DID IT — OH MY GOD SHE FREAKING DID IT!” His phone went flying into someone’s lap mid-jump. He didn’t care. Security tried to stop them — briefly. But George flashed his pass and said something I couldn’t hear, and next thing I knew, they were breaking through. I barely had time to register it before George caught me in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of me.

“You did it, YN. You actually did it.”

His voice cracked. He never cries — but his cheek was wet when it pressed against mine. I held onto him like I was eight years old again and he was helping me carry my racket bag off court.

Carmen was next, kissing the top of my head and whispering, “You were unbelievable, baby.”

Lily tackled me in a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and champagne.

“You hot, powerful, iconic beast,” she laughed, half-sobbing. “I’m so in love with you right now.”

“Same,” Alex muttered beside her, looking like he’d just watched a Disney princess rise from the ashes. “I blacked out during your third ace. Don’t ask me to describe it.”

And then came Lando, out of breath, cheeks red, eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them. He grinned so wide it looked like it hurt.

“You’re ridiculous. Do you know that? You’re absolutely ridiculous. I’m making merch. Your face. The trophy. Front and center. I don’t care if George punches me.”

I laughed so hard I nearly dropped the trophy.

”Let’s go celebrate, huh?” I said and everyone cheered.

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The lights were low and golden. The champagne was endless. Every time someone looked at me, it was with awe or disbelief — and I was still half-floating, barefoot now, heels abandoned somewhere under the table where my Wimbledon trophy sat like a centerpiece. The party was technically “private,” but that didn’t stop people from trying to get in. What else would you expect from the biggest win of the season and a room full of athletes and celebrities? Still, it didn’t matter. Because somewhere around midnight, when the noise blurred into background hum, I found myself tucked into a velvet booth in the corner with Alex and Lily — the only two people who hadn’t asked for a selfie, hadn’t tried to pull me into a toast. They were just… watching me. And it wasn’t casual.

Lily was leaning in close, her hand warm and steady on my knee. Alex had his arm stretched across the back of the booth, fingers idly brushing my bare shoulder. It wasn’t the first time this had happened — the touches, the glances, the almosts — but tonight it felt different. Maybe it was the win. Maybe it was the way they looked at me like I was something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never seen you play like that,” Alex murmured, voice low and honest. “You looked like a goddamn warrior.”

“You were terrifying,” Lily added with a grin. “It was kind of hot.”

I tilted my head toward her, smiling. “Kind of?”

She leaned in, slowly. “Okay — very.”

The tension was thick. Charged. Familiar. But heavier now, more intentional. Alex’s hand slid down my arm, his knuckles brushing the side of my waist as I turned to look at him.

“You both keep looking at me like I’m about to break.”

“You’re not about to break,” Alex said, eyes locked on mine. “You’re the strongest person in the room.”

“But you deserve to be worshipped a little,” Lily whispered, her lips dangerously close to my jaw.

I let out a slow breath. “That what you came here for?”

They didn’t answer with words.

Lily’s fingers traced lazy patterns along the inside of my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine. Alex leaned in at the same time, his breath brushing my ear as he said, “We came here for you.”

My lips parted — just barely — and that was all it took.

Lily kissed me first, soft and lingering, one hand on my jaw and the other anchoring me to the moment. Alex’s fingers tangled gently in my hair as he pressed his forehead to mine, like he was holding himself back, grounding us.

And for a minute, the party disappeared. The noise, the lights, the whispers. It was just me and them — intoxicated by each other, by the adrenaline of victory and something far deeper.

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Sunlight crept in through the sheer curtains — golden, soft, far too gentle for the chaos still spinning in my head. I blinked, slow and hazy, heart thudding as my senses came back to me one at a time. Champagne. Velvet booth. Mouths on my skin. Lily’s laugh. Alex’s voice in my ear. Hands. Warmth. Fire. Oh god. My eyes opened fully. I was in someone’s bed — not unfamiliar, not strange, but definitely not mine. I didn’t need to look to know I wasn’t alone. I could feel them before I even turned my head. Alex’s arm was slung over my waist. Lily’s fingers were tangled with mine. And suddenly I was very, very awake. What the hell did I do?

Don’t get me wrong — it hadn’t been messy. It had been slow, deliberate. Electric. Every kiss, every touch had felt like something we’d been holding back for far too long. But now, in the quiet of morning, with my mouth dry and my thoughts spiraling— I was freaking out. I tried to ease myself out of bed carefully, slowly, hoping to untangle without waking them. But as soon as I moved, Alex stirred.

His voice was groggy and warm. “You okay?”

I froze. Lily blinked awake beside me, hair falling into her face as she pushed herself up on one elbow. Her eyes met mine instantly. And I must’ve looked terrified, because she softened.

“Hey,” she said gently. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.”

I sat up, pulling the sheet with me. “I’m not panicking, I just… I mean, last night was—”

“Incredible,” Alex cut in, sitting up too, voice still raspy. “And yes, a bit… sudden. But not a mistake. At least not to me.”

I blinked, my heart thudding in a different rhythm now.

Lily reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’ve been dancing around this for months. You know that, right?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. I just didn’t think we’d—after Wimbledon, I thought I’d be doing press. Not… waking up in bed with both of you.”

Alex smiled. “We can still do press. After breakfast.”

That made me laugh — barely. I exhaled, still unsure what this meant, what to do with it.

But then Lily nudged my leg under the covers and said, carefully, “Would it help if this wasn’t just a post-party thing?”

I looked between them — the way Alex was watching me, sincere and still a little sleepy; the way Lily was chewing her lip, nervous in a way she rarely ever let show.

“What are you saying?”

Alex shrugged, a little hopeful smile playing on his lips. “We’re saying… if you’re up for it, we want to take you out. For real. Not a club, not a paddock brunch. An actual date.”

My mouth dropped open slightly.

Lily leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You can say no. But we’re not going to pretend last night wasn’t something special. Because it was.”

I stared at them, heart thudding again — but not out of fear this time.

Out of hope.

“…One condition,” I said, voice steadier now.

They both raised their eyebrows.

“You’re paying. I’m officially broke after Wimbledon fines and champagne.”

Lily snorted. Alex grinned.

“Deal.”

And for the first time since opening my eyes, I smiled without hesitation.

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yn.russell : life as a grand slam winner is pretty cool

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I’d worn heels, which was dumb, because I was already nervous — and I hated being nervous. Especially around them. Alex and Lily had picked me up together. Not in some overly dramatic black car with tinted windows like I expected, but in a perfectly ordinary, slightly beat-up SUV that smelled like mint gum and whatever expensive hand soap Lily liked. The stereo was playing softly — some 2000s R&B throwback that Alex hummed along to, like it was no big deal that this wasn’t just brunch or a booth at a party. This was a date. Our date.

“So,” I said, trying to fill the silence between verses, “Where exactly are we going?”

Lily looked over her shoulder from the passenger seat, grinning. “Not telling.”

“Is it dinner?”

“Not telling.”

“Do I need my passport?”

Alex glanced at me through the mirror. “Only if you’re planning to flee.”

I let out a laugh — too loud, too sudden. “You guys are insufferable.”

They both said “you love it” at the same time.

God, I did. They took me to a rooftop. Not some trendy club rooftop with overpriced cocktails and influencers pretending to eat salads — no. This was quieter. Twinkle lights strung above mismatched chairs. A low table set for three. A bottle of wine already chilling in a bucket. A ridiculous amount of thought in every detail.

“You… did this?” I asked, stepping out onto the deck.

Alex shrugged like it was no big deal, but his smile was proud. “Lily made the calls. I panicked about glassware.”

“I nearly killed him with a cheese board,” she added sweetly.

We sat down, and for the first time since the party, the three of us weren’t tipsy, weren’t tangled in champagne and adrenaline. We were sober. Still. And the tension… was still there. But now it felt safe. They asked me questions. About the match. The pressure. How it felt to be living a dream I’d barely dared to say out loud six months ago. And then, Alex confessed he cried when I won — not in public, but in the car after. Lily said she screamed so loud her throat hurt for two days. I told them I’d thought of them both when I kissed the trophy. We didn’t rush anything. We just talked. Ate. Sat shoulder to shoulder as the sun dipped low. Their hands brushed mine. Our knees bumped under the table. I didn’t pull away once. And then—

“I meant what I said,” Lily murmured as we stood, watching the lights flicker across the city skyline.

I glanced at her. “Which part?”

“That we don’t want this to be just a one-night thing.”

Alex stepped closer behind me, his voice quiet but steady. “We want you. And we’re not in a rush. But if you want this too…”

I turned to face them. Both of them. Their expressions so open, so real, it made something crack open in me.

“I do,” I said. “Want this.”

Lily reached for my hand. Alex kissed my shoulder. And just like that, the rooftop disappeared. The noise. The pressure. The weight of expectation.

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It started with the door clicking shut behind us. We hadn’t said much on the drive back. Just soft looks, quiet laughter. Their hands had found mine in the dark—Lily’s fingers tracing circles into my palm, Alex’s pinky linked with mine on the seat between us. And now… we were in my hotel suite. Heart thundering. I turned around, back to the door, still facing them.

“You guys coming in, or…?”

Lily didn’t answer. She walked forward, slow, deliberate, her heels echoing against the hardwood. Her hand found my waist first — grounding, electric — and she leaned in, lips brushing just under my ear.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

Then she kissed me. Not like the last time — not like the foggy afterparty haze. This was deeper. Clearer. Intentional. Her mouth moved with quiet hunger, and I felt myself melt instantly. Her hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me flush against her, and I didn’t resist — couldn’t. I was vaguely aware of Alex behind her, still watching. Still waiting. When we pulled apart, breath shaky, I looked at him.

“Are you gonna just stand there and stare?” I asked, half-teasing, half-needy.

He smiled — slow, crooked. Dangerous.

“You’re kind of hard not to stare at.”

And then he stepped forward. He didn’t hesitate. Just one hand cupping my jaw, tilting my head up, eyes scanning mine for permission — which I gave the second I leaned into him. His kiss was different than Lily’s. More restrained at first, more precise — like he was learning every angle, every reaction. But when I gasped softly against his lips, something snapped. His fingers slid into my hair, and he kissed me like he’d been starving. We didn’t make it to the bed right away. It was the couch first — then the hallway. Soft moans. Whispered names. Hands sliding over fabric, tugging at zippers. Laughter between kisses. Lily’s perfume on my neck. Alex’s voice, low and rough in my ear. My name on both their tongues, over and over, like a promise. And through it all, not once did I feel unsure. Not once did I feel like a third. Because their hands were always on me. Their eyes always met mine.

And when we finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, breathless and glowing and slightly dizzy from it all, Lily whispered, “You still okay?”

I nodded, curling into her chest as Alex wrapped an arm around my waist from behind.

“I’m so much more than okay.”

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I woke up warm. Not just temperature-wise, but warm like sunlight, warm like safety. Someone’s arm was slung across my waist, and someone else’s knee was pressed against mine . My head was resting on a pillow that didn’t smell like hotel detergent — it smelled like them. My throat was dry. My legs ached in that way that made me grin lazily into the sheets. I was still very naked. The best kind of sore. And yet, somehow, still a little anxious. I turned slowly, careful not to disturb the arm draped over me. But of course, Lily was already awake — because she always was — blinking at me with that smug, sleepy little smirk.

“Hi,” she whispered, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of my face.

“Hi,” I said, voice rough. “Are we… good?”

She blinked again. “Good?”

“Like… this wasn’t a weird one-time thing? We’re still—?”

“Baby,” she laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the edge of my jaw, “we ordered room service last night. You think we bring just anyone into post-hookup pancakes?”

Right on cue, Alex groaned from behind me. “Did someone say pancakes?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “God, you’re both unhinged.”

Ten minutes later, we were sitting cross-legged on the massive bed, barely clothed and surrounded by a disgusting amount of food: waffles, pancakes, eggs, fruit, pastries. Lily had stolen Alex’s shirt. I was in nothing but underwear and an oversized hotel robe. Alex was shirtless, hair still messy, sipping coffee like he hadn’t just ruined me 12 hours ago.

“This is the best morning I’ve had in a long time,” I muttered, biting into a strawberry.

“You won Wimbledon,” Alex pointed out. “Like… yesterday.”

“Exactly,” I said. “It’s been a phenomenal 48 hours.”

Lily reached over for her mimosa and, with zero context, said, “Let’s get matching tattoos.”

I blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” Her grin was wicked. “You and me. Tiny ones. Nothing crazy. Maybe a little tennis ball. Or a crown.”

Alex didn’t even look up from his toast. “Please don’t let her pick the font. Last time it looked like Comic Sans.”

Lily threw a grape at him.

I stared at her, heart pounding again—but this time from excitement, not nerves.

“Matching tattoos?”

“We won something this weekend too, you know,” she said softly, brushing her fingers over my knee. “You. Us.”

I smiled. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was still learning how to be loved this softly.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Alex raised a brow. “Am I not invited?”

“We know you’re too much of a baby to get one, but you can come and watch.” Lily said, and kissed me across the breakfast tray.

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The tattoo shop was tucked into a side street in Notting Hill, unassuming from the outside — all black paint and frosted glass — but inside? A literal Pinterest board. Exposed brick, velvet chairs, plants in every corner. It smelled faintly like antiseptic and good decisions made on impulse. Alex had booked it. He claimed it was the best place in London for small, elegant tattoos. But given the way the receptionist winked at him when we walked in, I suspected he’d been here before.

“You getting one too?” I asked him, peeking up over my sunglasses.

“I’m moral support,” he said innocently. “And photographer. And maybe canvas if I get FOMO.”

“You’ll get FOMO,” Lily said confidently, filling out the release form with a flourish and listing her emergency contact as “God.”

I hadn’t said much since the car ride. The idea of getting matching tattoos should’ve made me more nervous. I had an image to protect — tennis golden girl, public figure, George Russell’s sister for god’s sake — but instead, I felt… excited. Like we were cementing something that had only existed in glances and stolen moments.

“So, you want matching designs?” they asked, flipping open their sketchpad.

“Tiny,” Lily said. “But powerful. Sexy. Minimalist.”

“Like YN’s Wimbledon acceptance speech,” Alex added.

“Shut up,” I muttered, blushing.

He sketched fast —. Delicate. Simple. Kind of perfect.

Lily went first. She got hers just below her ribs, on the left side. She didn’t even flinch. Just grinned through the whole thing like pain was her best friend. I held her hand, pretending not to stare at the way her lashes fluttered when the needle hit skin. Then it was my turn.

“Wrist,” I said. “Inside. Left hand.”

Alex squeezed my thigh as I sat down, his hand lingering as he leaned down to whisper, “You sure?”

“About this? Or about you two?”

He blinked.

“Both,” I said. “Yes. I’m sure.”

The pain was sharp. But manageable. Familiar, in the way most permanent things are. I bit my lip, gripped Lily’s fingers, and let myself feel it — the sting, the weight, the meaning. After, while he bandaged me up, Alex stood over my shoulder. Quiet. Thoughtful.

“Get one,” I said, looking up at him.

He raised a brow. “Matching?”

I nodded. “Different spot.”

Five minutes later, he was stretched out in the chair, sleeves pushed up, getting the same design etched just behind his ear.

“Subtle,” Lily teased.

“Sexy,” I said.

Alex just smirked. “Permanent.”

When we left the studio, it was golden hour. We walked in a row down the street — Lily looping her arm through mine, Alex stealing glances when he thought we weren’t looking. My wrist stung in the best way. We’d only said it once, back on the rooftop. But I felt it now with every step, every shared smile.

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yn.russell : the little things

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f1gossipgirls : A fan met Alex Albon at a small cafe in Monaco this morning and confirmed that he does have a smiley face tattoo on his wrist. YN Russell had posted 3 arms with matching smiley faces the other day and the fans have been dying to know who the others are. Well I guess we know now. Fan states "He was incredibly kind and he was with Lily but they both looked very smug when I asked if it meant anything." There have been a lot of romance rumors sparking around the three of them recently. Many joint appearances, flirty instagram stories and comments, and a long string of photos that feel like much more.

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The hallway was quiet, apart from the faint click of my sneakers and the hum of distant elevators. Alex’s hand brushed against mine once… then again. I gave him a look. He just grinned and laced his fingers through mine, like it was the most natural thing in the world — like we weren’t sneaking around in a five-star hotel.

“You think she’ll be asleep?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Knowing Lily?” He smiled. “She’s probably deep in a conspiracy podcast and won’t even notice we’re late.”

That was comforting, until I caught the look in his eye. Mischievous. Dangerous. The kind of look that always came with a terrible idea and a kiss I’d think about for days. Before I could say a word, he backed me up — gently, purposefully — against the wall. His hand rested beside my head, the other finding my waist with practiced ease. I didn’t stop him. I never really did.

"Alex..." I warned, but it came out breathless.

“No one’s around,” he murmured.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before his lips found mine. Soft. Sure. Addictive. One hand slid behind my neck, and suddenly the whole world narrowed down to his mouth on mine, his body against mine, the wild thrill of being almost caught—

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Alex pulled back with a soft curse just as I turned my head.

Lando. Barefoot. Hoodie hanging off one shoulder. An actual bowl of cereal in hand. And the most theatrical expression of betrayal I had ever seen.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” he gaped at Alex.

Alex just smirked, maddeningly smug. “I have two.”

I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “Please let this be a dream.”

Lando didn’t move. “I—Do I tell George? Or do I wait until I catch you making out in the paddock next? Actually—no, no, I'm morally compromised. You two deserve jail.”

“Technically we’re three,” Alex added, brushing his fingers lightly down my arm. Completely unbothered.

“Technically you’re insane,” Lando snapped. “And I want compensation for this trauma.”

I pushed off the wall, face burning as I tried to walk away with some dignity still intact. Behind me, Alex was clearly proud of himself, and Lando? Still clutching his cereal like it was a microphone of justice.

“You two are unhinged,” Lando called after us. “Like—don’t you have self-control? Public decency? A race tomorrow?”

He sounded like George. If George had been hit with a reality show plot twist and a splash of chaos. I didn’t even make it to the door before it opened. Lily stepped out casually, barefoot, robe hanging loose over a tank top and shorts. She was holding a very full glass of red wine and looked… thoroughly unimpressed.

“Lando,” she said, voice calm, too calm. “Stop scolding my boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Silence.

Lando blinked once. Twice. “Okay. What?!”

Lily sipped her wine. “You heard me.”

I watched Lando go through the five stages of grief in real time as Alex slid an arm around my waist, smug as hell.

“You—wait—so this is like… an actual thing?? Not just hallway trauma???”

Lily smiled sweetly. “You want a glass of wine or are you going to stand there and keep judging us in your SpongeBob boxers?”

Lando looked down, realized she was right, and groaned so loudly I’m surprised the FIA didn’t send someone up.

“I hate all of you,” he muttered, storming down the hall with his cereal. “I’m telling George. I hope he cries.”

The door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into the suite. Alex kissed Lily on the cheek. I just stared between them, dazed, heart racing. And Lily? She took another sip and handed me the rest of her wine.

“You guys took forever. Next time just do it in the room like normal people.”

—

I knew walking into the paddock hand-in-hand-in-hand with Alex and Lily was going to cause a scene. I just didn’t expect it to feel this good. Alex was on my left, wearing a fresh Williams polo and a shit-eating grin, his fingers laced casually with mine like this was completely normal. Lily was on my right, sunglasses on, sipping an iced latte like she was just here to shop. She looked ethereal. We both did. And Alex looked like he’d just won the lottery — twice. We strolled in with zero subtlety, passing the media pen and a few camera flashes that I pretended not to see. The drivers noticed, of course.

Oscar nearly tripped over a cable. Pierre turned slowly, jaw slack, and muttered something in French that I think translated to “holy shit.” Charles smiled to himself like he’d already placed bets and won. Max gave us a single blink and kept walking. And then — George.

Standing in front of the Mercedes garage, sipping his coffee, blissfully unaware that his sister was about to drop the most chaotic bombshell on the paddock since Fernando Alonso joined Aston Martin. His reaction did not disappoint. His entire face froze. Coffee halfway to his lips. Brows furrowed like he’d just seen a ghost.

“WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the three of us. “Am I dreaming? Did someone spike my oat milk?!”

Alex waved. Lily smiled. I just… stood there, waiting for the explosion.

“You—You’re holding both of their hands?” he asked, pointing like we were evidence in a trial. “Are you—This is—Is this real life?!”

“Hi George,” I said sweetly, squeezing both their hands. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered, spinning in a slow circle. “Oh my god, this is actually happening. I thought the tattoo post was a joke. I thought the flirty comments were for show. I thought the hallway kiss thing Lando told me about was just his delusions.”

Alex smirked. “Nope. Not delusional. Just observant.”

George held his coffee dramatically over his chest. “I am a public figure. I cannot emotionally process this here.”

Lily laughed softly. “You okay, Georgie?”

“No. No, I am not. My sister is in a throuple with my best friend and his girlfriend. And I’m expected to just… accept that?”

I tilted my head. “Would be great, yeah.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re lucky I’m evolved. And media-trained. And emotionally stable—barely.”

Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out and hugged me. Tight. “But seriously,” he muttered into my shoulder, “if any of you hurt her, I will go full big brother mode.”

Alex placed a hand over his heart. “Understood.”

Lily nodded. “We’d let you.”

George stepped back, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. Carry on with your polyamorous nonsense.”

That’s when Lando appeared. Messy hair. Hoodie. Sullen expression. Still eating dry cereal out of a paper cup like the world had wronged him personally.

“You three look well rested,” he said, deadpan. “I didn’t sleep at all last night, by the way. In case you were wondering.”

“Good morning, Lando,” I said brightly.

He narrowed his eyes. “I literally caught you two making out in a hallway less than twelve hours ago.”

Alex shrugged. “And now you’ve caught us being honest.”

“You’re disgusting,” Lando grumbled. “Don’t you have media to do?”

“We do,” Lily said, voice light. “But we’re taking a lap first. Letting the world adjust.”

Lando rolled his eyes. “I hope the internet crashes.”

“Love you too, Lan,” I said as we walked away.

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alexalbon : lily and i have had a crush on this woman for 4 years and we finally got her...talk about slow burn.

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f1 movie premiere doodles!

[dannyriccsystem]

i mean,,,,,, whatever touches your heart, z

oscar's lily passes me ace vibes, idk 😭. so definitely soft.

but alex and lily? sheesh.

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THREE WAY KISS…

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS & WAGS X READER

SUMMARY: Just some moments between your boyfriend… and your girlfriend!

WORD COUNT: 718

WARNINGS: Polyamory, smut for Alex and Lily, Reader’s genitals not specified, threesome, FLUFF FOR OSCAR AND LILY!! :) Cuties

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lily Zneimer , Alex Albon x Reader x Lily Muni He

NOTE: You’re so right Lily and Alex… 😍 You know that scene from Challengers? Yeah. Yeah… But also Oscar and Lily are so freaking cute 😧🥹

ALEX ALBON + LILY MUNI HE!

There was something special about your dynamic with your two partners, because monogamy couldn’t replicate what was going on here. You and Alex both loved your Lily, and you weren’t afraid to show it. You had your lips on hers, one hand on her cheek. She moaned against your lips, grinning. Alex, on the other hand, was covering her neck in sloppy kisses whilst his hands traveled over her body.

He grew impatient, and gently pushed on your chest. “You’re hogging her,” He’d mutter before stealing away her lips, making your girlfriend giggle. You huffed playfully, sitting back to watch the sensual kiss before diving back in. You pushed Lily back, and she fell against the mattress. Alex wasted no time following her, hovering over her in a passionate kiss.

You yanked her shorts off, kissing at the growing wet spot on her panties. Lily threw her legs over your shoulder, moaning into Alex’s lips as you gently pulled her panties off, letting them hang at her ankle. Your tongue attacked her pussy, licking stripes along her folds. Alex reached down, using his middle and ring fingers to circle her clit for extra pleasure.

“You taste so good,” You whispered softly, making her whine. Alex chuckled, trailing his lips down to her chest. He pulled her shirt over her head, laying kisses along her breasts. You spread her legs wider, her folds pushed open to let your tongue dive in.

Before she could come, you pulled back, and she gave a little whimper. You locked eyes with Alex, smirking. Your boyfriend rolled onto his back, tugging Lily to sit right atop his face. She held the headboard, gently rocking her hips, grinding her pussy along his tongue and nose.

You busied yourself with pulling his shorts and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. You slowly sank down onto him, your hole tight around his length. He was holding Lily’s hips, pressing his nose deeper into her aching pussy while you mercilessly bounced on his hard cock.

Things were more fun with three, to say the least.

And at the end of it all, you got to have Alex Albon as your personal servant, cleaning the two of you up before settling right in the middle to cuddle up together.

OSCAR PIASTRI + LILY ZNEIMER

Oh to be awoken like royalty with a perfectly made breakfast from your boyfriend, who politely allowed you and your girlfriend to stay snuggled up in bed together. You awoke to her face pressed into your neck, her arms wrapped around you tight. The rest of the bed, which was usually occupied by Oscar, was completely empty.

You laid there quietly to let her continue resting, but a few moments later the door slowly creaked open, and the smell of bacon, eggs, and cinnamon filtered in through the door. French toast… Oscar brought in a tray of food, topped off with iced coffee for the both of you. He greeted you with a cheesy smile, and then an eyebrow wiggle in Lily’s direction.

“Fast asleep,” You whispered as you slowly pried yourself out of her grip. She grumbled and rolled over away from you. Oscar cozied up on the other side of you, the tray spread across both of your laps. He handed you your cutlery, and then pulled out his own.

“Sleepiest girl I know,” He agreed as he cut off a piece of toast, shoving it into his mouth. You both shared a quiet laugh. The girl just needed her rest!

Eventually she woke up, though. She stretched and yawned, slowly sitting up. You cut off a piece of the french toast, and held it out for her. She blinked sleepily, opening her mouth instinctively for you to place the food inside. She chewed thoughtfully and gave a nod of approval, resting her head against your shoulder with grogginess.

“Good morning sunshine,” Oscar teased, making her smile with warm cheeks.

“Morning.” She grumbled.

You pressed a kiss to her scalp, ruffling her soft hair. “Sleep well?” You whispered, and she nodded. Lily reached out to grab a piece of bacon, quietly chewing while you and Oscar continued with your light chatter.

Soft mornings like these were perfect. It was nice to spend the morning together before you each had to go out and spend your days separately.

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Alex Albon & Lily Muni He at the LPGA Shanghai - 14/10/24

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don’t judge a book by its cover | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he

summary; fans seem to hate y/n and her ‘cold personality’ without knowing the true reason

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; hate comments, cursing

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! i hope i portrayed alexithyma good enough😫

masterlist !

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yourusername: end of the week

lilymunihe: my princess chef it was so scrumptious like u 😋🥰🥰

yourusername: it was just pasta, lils

lilymunihe: n it was gordon ramsey level amazing

alex_albon: what a pretty lady 🤩

yourusername: u can’t see my face ??

alex_albon: but i just know ur gorgeous

username: why are her replies so… cold

username: dis girllll

username: lily and alex are always appreciating her in the comments and she can’t even show a bit of love back?💀💀

username: icl y/n is pissing me offffffff

username: OMG SAME she acts so cold towards lily and alex😭

username: they deserve sm better😕

username: yall don’t know her???? maybe she’s just like that??

username: but she can’t even be affectionate a bit towards her gf and bf?? it’s weird cmon🥱

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lilymhe: “alexithyma, also called emotional blindness, is a neuropsychological phenomenon characterized by significant challenges in recognizing, expressing, sourcing, and describing one's emotions.”

this is something that our dear y/n was diagnosed with years ago. yes, she doesn’t express her love in words or pda, but she expresses her love in other forms. she’ll make 2 separate dishes for dinner just because alex and i want different things. she never forgets to get us coffee during her daily morning runs. she always attends races or tournaments to support us.

so yes, she doesn’t necessarily show her love through words and pda, she shows it through her actions. we love her and she loves us. never judge a book by its cover, because alex and i truly feel her love everyday by her actions.

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yourusername: oh my

yourusername: idk what to say ?????

alex_albon: thx a lot lily🙄

lilymunihe: sorry i jus wanted to defend my girl🙄🙄

alex_albon: MY?????

lilymunihe: sorry OUR girl

yourusername: ?????????1&9/8:8/

alex_albon: look u broke her 🙄

alex_albon: if you all could kindly fuck off and stop assuming things about people you don’t know that’d be great💙

yourusername: alex u have a public image to maintain??😀😀

alex_albon: who cares? they’re hating on you for no reason and i just want to defend our girl🥱

yourusername: ourgirlakxjaodk

lilymunihe: U BROKE HER TOO!!

username: mis padres

username: THEY COULD NEVER

username: EXACTLYYYT CALL THEM OUT👏👏

username: like i said, you all don’t know her so why judge someone so quickly 🥱

username: I’VE BEEN SAYINGGG😫

username: so true oomf

username: they’re all HAPPY and IN LOVE now LEAVE THEM ALONE!! liked by lilymunihe, alex_albon, and yourusername !

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the wags named lily are winning

they have the least red flag boyfriends ever

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