Behind The Camera Masterlist

Behind the camera masterlist

Timeline

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Bonus

A valentines especial

could you do a leclercxsister with all her brothers. Maybe where she has to have a blood test or an injections and she is scared of needles and than once it’s done she faints so all her brothers comfort her when she is having it happening . Sorry if this is a but specific.

Y/N Leclerc was never a fan of needles. The mere thought of them sent shivers down her spine, and today, you found herself in the daunting position of needing a blood test. Her maman, usually her pillar of support, couldn't make it this time to accompany her little, not-so little girl, which, as a result made the nerves consume her entirely.

The waiting room seemed colder than usual, filled with an unsettling quietness. Yn fidgeted in her seat, unable to shake off the unease that gripped her. Meanwhile, her older brother Lorenzo watched her with concern, noticing her restless movements.

"Tu vas bien, Y/N?" (Are you alright, Y/N?) Lorenzo asked in a gentle tone, leaning closer to you.

Yn nodded, trying to reassure herself. "Oui, ça va. Just a little nervous," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charles, her other brother, joined the conversation, his voice filled with brotherly affection. "Ne t'en fais pas, petite sœur. We're here with you. We won't let anything happen."

His words offered some comfort, reminding her that she were not alone. Yn glanced at her youngest brother, Arthur, who had an infectious smile that always lifted her spirits. He, too, shared encouraging words.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Joris and Andrea are here as well. You'll be fine," Arthur said, giving her a thumbs-up.

Joris, Charles' photographer and close friend, and Andrea, Charles' trainer and performance coach, approached Yn. Joris smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Hey, Y/N, we're here for you. You're in good hands."

Andrea, with his distinctive Italian accent, added, "Si, Y/N. Non preoccuparti. (Yes, Y/N. Don't worry.) We will make sure you're comfortable."

The nurse called her name, and her heart skipped a beat. The fear intensified as Yn walked towards the examination room, her steps shaky. Charles placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently.

"You've got this, Y/N," he said, his voice steady. "We believe in you"

The nurse prepared everything, her calming presence offering a sliver of relief. As she readied the needle, her breaths quickened, and her hands grew clammy. The fear threatened to overwhelm the girl.

Charles moved closer, gripping her hand tightly. "Regarde-moi, Y/N. (Look at me, Y/N.) Breathe with me," he said softly, his eyes locked with hers.

In sync with Charles, she focused on his steady breathing, imitating his deep inhales and slow exhales. His presence alone eased some of her anxiety, grounding her in the present moment.

Lorenzo, always protective, placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing great, Y/N. Almost there," he encouraged, his voice steady and comforting.

Joris, ever the optimist, chimed in. "Just think of it as a small prick, and it'll be over before you know it."

Andrea, leaning against the wall, offered a comforting smile. "Respira, Y/N. Sarai fatta in un attimo. (Breathe, Y/N. It will be over in no time.)"

With the support of her brothers, Yn managed to stay composed throughout the procedure. The nurse finished drawing her blood, and as relief washed over her, her vision blurred, and the world faded away. The overwhelming emotions had finally taken their toll, causing the youngest Leclerc to lose consciousness.

"What happened?" Joris asked, worry etched on his face.

"She fainted," the nurse replied, his voice tinged with concern. "But don't worry, she's going to be fine."

When she awoke, Yn found herself in a cozy room, tucked under a warm blanket. The soft sound of familiar voices reached her ears, and as her vision cleared, she saw the concerned faces of her brothers and friends surrounding her.

When Y/N came to, she found herself lying on a nearby couch in the examination room. Her brothers and their friends surrounded her, looking genuinely concerned.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Arthur teased gently, ruffling her hair.

Y/N groaned softly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the fainting spell. "Did I really faint?"

Charles chuckled. "Yes, but don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us. How are you feeling?"

Yn groaned, her voice weak. "Like I got hit by a truck.""

Andrea chimed in, "È normale sentirsi così dopo un'iniezione, tesoro." (It's normal to feel like this after an injection, sweetheart.)

Joris handed her a glass of water. "Take it easy, Y/N. You'll be fine."

Andrea, his voice soothing, offered words of reassurance. "You were brave, Y/N. You faced her fear head-on. We are proud of you."

As she sipped the water, a profound sense of gratitude filled her heart. Despite her fear, her brothers and friends had surrounded her with love and support, giving her the strength to overcome her anxiety. Yn realized then that she were never alone in facing life's challenges.

With a renewed sense of courage, she sat up, her gaze meeting each of their concerned faces. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorenzo smiled, pulling her into a gentle hug. "We're always here for you, Y/N. Remember that."

As she basked in the warmth of her family's embrace, Yn knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would always find comfort and strength in their unwavering support.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon at the Leclerc household, and Y/N sat on her bed, scrolling through TikTok on her phone. Her eyes lit up as she stumbled upon a hilarious trend where siblings imitated each other. She couldn't resist the opportunity to have some fun with her older brother, Arthur, who was known for his disorganized nature. Grinning mischievously, she got up and went to find Arthur.

"Hey, Artie! Guess what we're doing today?" she exclaimed, waving her phone in the air, finding him in his room surrounded by a mountain of clothes.

Arthur turned to look at his younger sister, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Y/N?"

"I have an idea! Let's do a TikTok trend together! We'll imitate each other!" Y/N exclaimed, excitement radiating from her.

Arthur chuckled, intrigued by his sister's suggestion. "Alright, let's give it a shot. But how do we start?"

The first TikTok video idea was simple: imitating each other's morning routines. Y/N loved pampering herself with a thorough skincare routine, while Arthur was known for being a bit disorganized. They set up the camera in the bathroom, ready to begin.

Y/N, acting as Arthur, exaggeratedly tossed clothes around the room, pretending to search for something amidst the chaos. "Ugh, where's my phone? I can't find it!" (Ugh, où est mon téléphone portable? Je ne trouve rien!)

"Hey, I'm Arthur, and all I care about is racing," she said in a deep voice, mimicking her brother's mannerisms. "Who needs skincare and makeup when you can go fast?"

Y/N smirked and put on her best Arthur impression, adopting a mock-serious tone. “Bonjour à tous! I am Arthur Leclerc, the greatest F2 driver of all time!"

Arthur burst into laughter, watching his sister's amusing performance. "Hey, that's not how I sound!” They both burst into laughter, their lighthearted banter filling the room.

A short while later, Y/N and Arthur set up their makeshift filming area in Y/N's room. The camera began rolling, and Arthur held a makeup brush in her hand, imitating Yn’s voice and mannerisms.

"Bonjour, everyone! Today, I'm going to show you my daily skincare routine!" Arthur said, putting on a comical voice. "First, I'll start with my favorite cleanser. It's the secret to my skin!"

Arthur, adopting Y/N's meticulousness, showcased a mock skincare routine, diligently applying various creams and serums. "You know, it takes a lot of effort to keep this face looking this good," he said, feigning seriousness.

“Yn why do you need all of that” she imitates what her brother tells her every day.

“You don’t understand anything, get out” he imitates his sister’s moody self in the mornings

Arthur mimics Y/N's voice and delicate gestures as he pretended to apply skincare products. "Et voilà! My skin will be radiant”

Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter at her brother's attempts. "Okay, next up, we have a special guest! Carla!"

Arthur pretended to steal his girlfriend Carla, as if he was his sister, for a shopping spree. Arthur grumbled in exaggerated annoyance, imitating Y/N's voice perfectly. "Ugh, Arthur, can I take Carla shopping with me? She has way better fashion sense than you!"

Y/N, channeling her brother's irritation, crossed her arms and pouted. "Fine, but just this once!"

The camera rolling as Arthur took on the role of Yn. He rummaged through her wardrobe, mimicking her indecisive self of choosing what to wear. Holding up a colorful shirt, he mused, "Hmm, should I wear this for grocery shopping? Let's ask everyone in the house!"

Walking out of her room, he found Charles, her older brother, and asked him, "Qu'est-ce que tu penses de cette tenue?" (What do you think of this outfit?)

Charles chuckled, playing along. "(Eh bien, c'est très…coloré)" (Well, it's very… colorful.)

Then he went to Yn, who’s imitating him, “Turo, what do you think about this for going to the supermarket, and are you sure this shade of lipstick matches my outfit?" Arthur asked, pointing at the tube in his hand. "Maybe I should go with something a little more… adventurous?"

"Y/N, we're just going grocery shopping, no to Jimmy’z. You don't need to try on ten different outfits," yn imitates what he would normally tell her when she asks him.

Next, he found Lorenzo, the oldest brother, and asked, "Comment ça va avec ces chaussures?" (How does it go with these shoes?)

Lorenzo laughed, "Pas mal, mais ça pourrait être mieux" (Not bad, but it could be better)

Finally, Arthur sought the opinion of their mother, Pascale. "Maman, que penses-tu de cette tenue pour les courses?" (Mom, what do you think of this outfit for grocery shopping?)

Pascale smiled and replied, "C'est très joli, ma chérie" (It's very lovely, my dear.)

Later, Y/N decided to imitate one of Arthur's favorite pastimes: annoying her while she was in her bedroom. She set up her camera and waited for Arthur to come by.

The video included a scene where Arthur imitated Y/N's organizational skills. He darted around the house, tidying up misplaced objects and arranging everything in perfect order, mirroring Y/N's obsession with cleanliness. "La maison doit être parfaitement en ordre, sinon, je ne peux pas respirer!" Arthur said, mimicking YN's voice. (The house must be perfectly organized, or else I can't breathe!)

Meanwhile, Y/N mimicked Arthur's annoying habit of barging into her room unannounced, rummaging through her things. A few moments later, Yn appeared, a mischievous grin on her face. She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

Arthur, mimicking Yn’s casual demeanor, replied, "Oh, nothing much, just enjoying some quiet time. You mind leaving me alone?"

Yn’s feigned hurt, mimicking Arthur’s voice with a playful tone. "Aw, come on, Y/N, where's the fun in that?"

Arthur imitating her sister’s manner of getting angry very quick responds “Arthuuur! get out or im telling maman you are annoying me again”

Their playful exchange continued as they imitated their usual bickering, making faces and playfully teasing each other. Charles, who had been watching from the doorway, couldn't resist joining in, he entered the scene, imitating their oldest brother, Lorenzo, and the oldest sibling imitating Charles. Enzo, usually the reserved and collected brother, mimicked Charles’ flamboyance and infectious laughter. Charles, in turn, imitated Lorenzo’s calm and thoughtful demeanor, gently poking fun at his brother's meticulous approach to life.

Y/N couldn't contain her laughter when she saw Charles imitating Lorenzo's animated gestures. "Cha, you've got Lolo's flair down to a tee!"

Lorenzo, doing his best Charles impression, shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, someone has to be the calm one in this family."

By the end of the day, the Leclerc siblings had created a treasure trove of entertaining TikToks. They sat together, exhausted but elated, watching the compilation on YN's phone.

Charles, Lorenzo, Arthur, and YN shared a group hug, realizing how fortunate they were to have such a close-knit and fun-loving family.

As the evening drew to a close, YN smiled at her brothers. "You know, despite the mischief and teasing, I couldn't imagine my life without any of you. I love you all so much."

YN replied, a warm smile on her face. "We may be different, but we make a great team."

The Leclerc siblings exchanged heartfelt expressions of love and gratitude before finally retiring for the night, eagerly looking forward to the next family adventure.

Hi guys!! Sorry for no posting I have been suffering for some illnesses during this 2 months and now I'm very busy with uni

but I will try to post this weekend as it is a Bank Holiday here in Spain 🫶🏼🫶🏼

So thank you for listening and if you want something to happen in the story tell me bc i have a mental block of imagination 😙🫶🏼

Behind the camera -> chapter 4

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Yn stared at herself in the mirror, her reflection framed by the elegant ballet studio. Her leotard clung to her small frame, a reminder of the grueling practice she had just finished. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and took a deep breath. Ballet was her passion, but it wasn't always a serene escape.

The girls from her ballet class had been teasing her since she was three. Now, at eight years old, their barbs were sharper, more targeted. Yn couldn't escape them, not even when she stepped outside the studio. They were in her school, in her life, and it seemed like they existed just to torment her.

"Hey, Yn, did you trip over your own feet again?" One of the girls, Isabelle, sneered.

Yn rolled her eyes. "No, Isabelle, but I heard you tripped over your own ego."

The girls exchanged annoyed glances, clearly taken aback by Yn's quick wit. They weren't used to someone standing up to them.

"You think you're so cool just because your brother is famous," another girl, Margot, chimed in.

Yn clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. It was true that Charles, her twin brother, had risen to fame as an F1 driver. But she refused to let that define her.

"You're right," Yn replied with a smirk. "I am cool. And not just because of Charles. I'm cool because I don't need to put others down to feel good about myself."

"Tu crois que tu es tellement intelligente, n'est-ce pas?" Sophie snapped back (You think you're so clever, don't you?)

Yn smirked, her confidence unwavering, "Eh bien, au moins plus intelligente que toi à ce stade" (Well, at least smarter than you at this point)

The girls huffed and turned away, clearly frustrated that their usual taunts were having no effect on Yn. This was the dynamic that had been playing out since they were all in diapers, and Yn wasn't about to back down now. As she turned back to the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her twin brother's mischievous grin.

Charles leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sparkling with admiration for his feisty sister. He had always been amazed by Yn's unbreakable spirit. Their bond was more than just that of siblings; it was a partnership built on shared experiences, challenges, and triumphs.

"Ballet class drama again, huh?" Charles asked, walking over to Yn.

Yn shrugged, "Same old, same old. They just can't stand the fact that I exist."

Charles chuckled, "Well, you do have a knack for stealing the spotlight."

Yn rolled her eyes, "Oh please, as if I asked for this."

He ruffled her hair affectionately, "You're handling it like a champ though."

"That's what Leclercs do," Yn replied with a smirk.

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The next day at school, the torment continued. Yn's friends, were waiting for her, and Joris and Riccardo, flanked her as they walked down the hallway.

"Hey, guys," Yn replied, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips.

Joris playfully punched her shoulder. "Ready for the big history test?"

Yn rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course, I've been studying. Unlike some people I know."

Riccardo joined in the banter. "Well, some of us have other things on our minds, like winning the karting race this weekend."

Yn and Charles walked through the school corridors, their laughter mingling with the familiar buzz of students shuffling between classes. As they reached their lockers, Yn's heart skipped a beat. A knot formed in her stomach when she spotted the group of ballet girls huddled near her locker. Their perfectly coordinated outfits and disdainful expressions were a stark contrast to Yn's casual confidence.

"Tiens, tiens, if it isn't the Leclerc twins," the ringleader of the group sneered, her voice dripping with malice.

Yn's eyes rolled, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Oh, great, the mean girls club is in session early today. Should I fetch you all some croissants to complete the picture?"

The girls exchanged baffled glances, momentarily taken aback by Yn's boldness.

"Tu te prends pour qui?" one of them hissed. (Who do you think you are?)

Charles leaned against his locker, an amused grin playing on his lips. He knew better than to underestimate his sister's ability to put people in their place.

"Salut les filles," he chimed in, catching their attention. "Est-ce que vous avez besoin d'une leçon de bonne conduite?" (Hi, girls. Do you need a lesson in good behavior?)

Joris and Riccardo, Yn's two closest friends, joined them, flanking her protectively. Joris crossed his arms, a mockingly stern expression on his face. "Ouais, vous devriez apprendre à respecter les gens, non?" (Yeah, you should learn to respect people, shouldn't you?)

Yn laughed, her confidence growing. "I mean, they don't have the best track record for learning, do they?"

Riccardo joined in, a playful glint in his eyes. "Je suis d'accord. Ils sont plutôt doués pour être idiots." (I agree. They're quite talented at being idiots)

The ballet girls exchanged furious glances, their veneer of superiority cracking under the weight of Yn's retorts and the unified front of her friends.

"Enough of this nonsense" Isabelle snapped, her voice quivering. "Let's go, girls. These losers aren't worth our time"

As the ballet girls stormed away, Yn and her friends burst into laughter, their camaraderie a testament to their unbreakable bond.

"Thanks, guys," Yn said, her heart warmed by their unwavering support.

Joris clapped Yn on the back. "Anytime, Yn. You know we've got your back."

Riccardo nodded "Exactly. And besides, those girls wouldn't know class if it hit them in the face."

Charles grinned and clapped their hands "Well said, both of you"

Yn's gaze softened as she looked at her friends. She was beyond grateful for their presence in her life. Through thick and thin, they had stood by her side, and together, they formed a force to be reckoned with.

"Alright, let's head to class," Charles said, breaking the momentary reverie.

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Later that afternoon, Yn found herself once again in the ballet studio, surrounded by the polished mirrors and the haunting melody of the piano. As the ballet instructor guided them through the routine, the bullies' harsh whispers echoed in her mind.

"Yn, tu es tellement inutile ici. Personne ne veut de toi dans notre groupe" (Yn, you're so useless here. No one wants you in our group)

A flash of anger surged through Yn's veins, but she suppressed it, focusing on her movements. The dance was her sanctuary, her escape from the world's turmoil. She pirouetted with precision, her determination shining through each graceful step.

After the class, Yn walked out with her head held high, refusing to let the bullies see her falter. As she approached her friends waiting outside, Charles wrapped an arm around her shoulders, a silent gesture of support.

"Comment ça s'est passé?" he asked, concern etched across his features. ("How did it go?")

Yn smiled, leaning into her brother's embrace. "Comme d'habitude. Je danse pour moi, pas pour elles" (As usual. I dance for myself, not for them)

The ballet girls might try to undermine her, but they were no match for her wit and her unshakable friends. After all, she was Yn Leclerc—the sassy bad bitch who never backed down.

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Heyy if ur requests are open could you do Logan x reader and he’s asking like checo or another married driver on how to propose to you?

Logan Sargeant stood at the edge of the track, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched the other Formula 1 drivers whizz past him. But amidst the thrill and intensity of the race, his mind couldn't help but wander to a different kind of finish line—a lifelong commitment with his high school sweetheart, Y/N.

It had been six incredible years since they first met in their high school corridors. Their love had weathered the storms of long-distance and the challenges of Logan's racing career, and now Y/N had joined him in Europe after graduating high school. She pursued her studies there and often accompanied Logan to the races whenever possible. But this time, due to studying circumstances, she couldn't be there with him.

As Logan prepared for the race, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to seek advice from his fellow drivers, who had become his close friends over the years. He approached Sergio Perez, Kevin Magnussen, and Nico Hülkenberg, the married trio who had successfully navigated the complex world of love and racing.

"Hey, guys," Logan greeted with a nervous smile, "I need your help with something important."

The three drivers exchanged curious glances before Sergio spoke up. "What's on your mind, mate?"

Logan took a deep breath and explained, "I want to propose to Y/N, but I'm not entirely sure how to go about it. I mean, she means the world to me, and I want it to be something special."

Kevin leaned against the pit wall, thoughtful. "Well, when I proposed to my wife, Louise, it was during a romantic trip we took together”, Kevin pondered for a moment before speaking up “I believe the key to a memorable proposal is personalization. Make it unique to your relationship. Think about your journey together and the things that matter most to both of you."

Nico nodded in agreement. "Simplicity can be very powerful ”Nico chimed in, "and timing is crucial. Find a moment when Y/N is relaxed and happy, a moment when she least expects it. That element of surprise will make it even more special."

Sergio grinned, "Don't forget to capture the moment, my friend. Hire a photographer or arrange for someone to discreetly capture the proposal. You'll both want to relive that moment for years to come."

Listening to their experiences, Logan's mind raced with possibilities. Each story had its charm, but he wanted something uniquely theirs. He thanked his friends for their advice, knowing he needed to find his own path.

Checo leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, Logan, you could surprise her during one of her visits to the race. Have her join you on the starting grid just before the race begins and propose right there, in front of everyone. It'd be a moment she'll never forget!"

Logan smiled at the idea, picturing Y/N's shocked but delighted expression. "That could work. But I want it to be more personal, something intimate."

Kevin chimed in, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement. "How about taking her to a romantic dinner? Find a beautiful spot in Europe, perhaps a seaside restaurant overlooking the ocean. Get down on one knee as the sun sets and ask her to be your wife."

Nico nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a classic and timeless proposal. You can't go wrong with that, mate. It's all about the moment and making her feel special."

Logan pondered their suggestions, grateful for their input. He imagined the love and surprise in Y/N's eyes as he proposed in a picturesque setting. But deep down, he knew there was something missing. He wanted the proposal to be meaningful and personal, reflecting their shared journey.

A memory flashed through Logan's mind—the first time they met, back in high school. They were just teenagers, navigating the challenges of adolescence together. Their love had blossomed amidst exams, school dances, and dreams of the future.

Suddenly, inspiration struck like lightning. "I have an idea," Logan exclaimed, excitement bubbling inside him. "What if I take her back to our old high school? The place where it all began. We could relive our memories, and amidst it all, I'll ask her to be my wife."

Checo, Kevin, and Nico exchanged glances, impressed by Logan's idea. "That's brilliant," Checo said, a wide smile forming on his face. "It's sentimental, nostalgic, and shows just how much your journey means to you both"

Feeling grateful for their support and wise words, Logan thanked his fellow drivers. With newfound clarity, he set about planning the perfect proposal.

As the race began, Logan's focus shifted back to the track. He weaved through the pack, his mind replaying memories of his relationship with Y/N. From their first kiss under the stars to their endless support for each other's dreams, they had grown together in every way.

As the laps ticked by, Logan's determination to create a memorable proposal only intensified. He thought about their shared passion for racing, their unwavering support for one another. And suddenly, it struck him—a way to combine their love for each other and the world they both cherished.

As the checkered flag waved, Logan secured a points finish, his elation matched only by the joy that awaited him off the track. He rushed back to the pit, his heart pounding with excitement.

The following week, Logan executed his plan. "Y/N," Logan said one evening, his voice filled with anticipation, "I have a special surprise for you. We're going on a trip."

Her eyes widened with curiosity. "A trip? Where are we going?"

Logan grinned mischievously. "It's a surprise. Just pack your bags, and trust me, you won't be disappointed."

Days later, after along flight across the ocean, they found themselves in their hometown. Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her as Logan drove towards their old high school.

"What are we doing here?" Y/N asked, her eyes searching for answers.

Finally, they arrived at the old school courtyard—the very place where they had shared their first kiss. The sun bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden glow. Logan took Y/N's hand and gazed into her eyes, his voice filled with love and conviction.

"Y/N, from the moment we met, I knew you were the one. You've been my biggest supporter, my rock, and my best friend. Every moment we've shared has been a treasure. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Tears shimmered in Y/N's eyes as she nodded, overcome with joy. "Yes, Logan! A thousand times, yes!"

The old high school courtyard echoed with their laughter and cheers as they embraced, sealing their love with a passionate kiss.

Unbeknownst to her, Logan had discreetly arranged for a small group of close friends and family to witness the magical moment. Applause erupted, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the air as Logan and Y/N celebrated their engagement.

As the sun set on that unforgettable day, Logan and Y/N knew that their love story had taken another beautiful turn. Together, they embarked on a new chapter, ready to face the challenges and triumphs of life as partners, just as they had done throughout their journey from high school sweethearts to F1 stars.