#Checo Pérez x you

[lokideservesahug]

Could you do one for Sergio Checo Perez with wife reader? With the news of his contract extension, the internet was questioning his ability to cope with being teammates with Max. She saw how people were hating on him because of the news. And he led it into his head. So she assured him no matter what, she would always be there for him. Just a dash of angst and eventually fluff. Thanks!! :))

This was really quite nice to do. But I had a go at it (here it is) and I hope you enjoy:)

[formulawolff]

cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

[lsargeantsgirl]

Reserve

pairing: max verstappen x f2 driver reader

word count: 1.3k

Summary: Max meets a woman at the 2023 FIA Prize Giving ceremony, but don't exchange numbers. Months later they meet again and sparks fly more than ever.

Warning: Max’s personality is not accurate.

MANY INACCURACIES (take place in Baku, but the place is the Met) also didn't know what to title this

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2023 FIA Prize Giving ceremony

Y/n ascends the staircase with the wind in her dress and her hair blowing in the wind. She felt better than she ever had. Even though her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend, broke up with her a week ago. He had said some things that had made her feel worthless. Now she felt on top of the world. She had won the Formula 2 Rookie of the Year. It had been a crazy tear for you. 

“Y/N,” was all you were surrounded by. Many reporters and fans were yelling for your attention. At the top of the stairs, you stopped and looked over your shoulder as a pose. A man near the middle of the stairs caught your eye. He was sharply dressed in a nice suit.

After enough time to get the shot, you continued through the doors. Your team principal met you halfway to the team’s table. 

“Y/N, you look great. I got an email today from the Team Principal of the Red Bull F1 team, Christian Horner. He wants to talk to you.”

“When does he want to meet?”

“He wants you to meet him after the awards.”

“Ok, you’ll know where I’ll be”

He walked away as you made your way to the bar, getting your favorite drink. A man finds his place next to you.

“Hey, how are you?” he said with an accent.

“Good, you?”

“Great, now since I met such a beautiful woman,” he flirted.

“Aww, what level are you in?”

“F1.”

“Ooh, fancy pants here,” you said while smiling. “Guess I’m too poor for you.”

“But you’re not ‘poor’ on the beauty scale.” He smiles, and you meet his crystal-blue eyes.

“Thanks, if looks could lap, you’d be a world champion,” you joke to him, hitting his arm with a dopey smile.

“Jokes on you, actually, I am,”  he says with all seriousness. 

The smile on your face dropped. “What?!”

“The champion of your heart,” he smiles detecting your stand-offness to his previous comment. “So can I have your number?”

“If you buy the next round.”

“Bartender, can you put all of her drinks on my tab tonight,” he says as the bartender nods.

“Well, thank you, but for that, I can repay you by giving you my number,” you said as you trailed your finger on his shoulder.

“What if I don’t want it?” he says ‘sarcastically’ but you don’t catch on.

The face you made you kill someone. Your face dropped farther than it ever had. You might even have to get Botox for the frown lines after that. You set your drink on the bar and back away. 

“Thank you for the drinks, have a great night,” you said before turning on your heel and walking away. 

“Wait,” you hear him slightly yell but you ignore it. Max starts to hate himself for being sarcastic. It was hard for him to make friends or talk to girls. His abusive past makes him overthink things so much so that he blocks the best of people out.

You strut to your team’s table. As the ceremony commences, your eyes meet the Caribbean blue eyes. You fight the urge to smile at him, instead you force your deepest frown and even add a roll of the eye. 

Your award was announced. You walk up the stairs with a huge smile. As you look out at the audience, you feel a sense of accomplishment. You seem calm and collected but inside you are so nervous.

“Thank you to everyone, my team, my engineers, my strategists, my family, my friends. All that you have done for me has brought me to this very moment. No words can express how thankful I am for everything. All the blood, sweat, and tears I have put into this sport have finally paid off. If I cried on your shoulder, an extra thank you to you. Thank you,” you finished.

The rest of the night went by in a blur until your team principal came to you with three men following him.

“Y/n, this is Christian Horner, team principal of the Red Bull F1 Team.”

“Mr. Horner, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Miss (your last name), likewise, congratulations on your F2 Rookie of the Year.”

“Thank you,” you politely replied.

“I would like you to meet my drivers: World Champion, Max Verstappen and his teammate, Sergio Perez.”

You looked at the man he called Max and looked him up and down and said, “Champion of your heart, my ass.”

“Y/n, a word please,” your team principal grasped the upper portion of your arm. “What the hell, they’re offering their reserve driver to you. Don’t act normal please.”

You walked back to the group of Red Bulls. “My apologies, Mr. Perez, a pleasure to meet you,” you apologized completely ignoring Max. 

“Y/n, after careful consideration, Red Bull would like to offer you the position of our reserve driver. You can take as much time as you need to decide,” Christian said.

“Thank you, sir. I will think about it.” 

Christian and his boys walked away after giving their farewells.

—-- A couple of months later—

Bahrain Grand Prix

“Here we are in Bahrain, preparing for the first race of the 2024 Formula One championship quest, the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix. It is a sunny day of 20 degrees Celsius or 69 degrees Fahrenheit. There are no new drivers to the starting grid but there are changes to the reserve drivers mainly, the Formula 2 Rookie of the Year, (your name). She had amazing testing results here last week. One of our reporters is with her now.” the Sky Sports host said. 

“Y/N, welcome to your first grand prix as a reserve driver. Are there any feelings of accomplishment yet?” she asked.

You laughed, “Not really, I am so happy to have this opportunity. Thank you to Christian and the Red Bull team for trusting me. It really won’t settle in until I’m in one of the cars during a race but yes I am so happy and excited to be here.”

“As someone new to F1, how is having Max Verstappen as a teammate?”

“I mean, he’s different than my previous mates. We have our downs but nothing that makes me lose sleep, I don't know about him though.”

“Well, thank you for your time, I hope you enjoy this grand prix.”

Sometime later after Max won the race, he found you at the back of the garage and cornered you.

“Do you think I lost sleep over that night in Baku?” he said with a low volume.

“You were the one who came running after me so maybe.”

“You would be right, every day I think about what compelled me to say that and I still don’t know what did?”

“I know what did. You were attracted to me so your first instinct was to pull me in but when I got too close you pushed me away, that’s not your fault.”

“My dad made me work so hard, so when you came in so easily I thought it was too good to be true,” he said.

“I feel the same,” you whisper.

“You do?” he whispered back.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,”

His lips met your softly. You were hidden in the back of the garage so no one could see this intimate moment.

After you separated your lips, he asked, “Can I take you to dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, you know where to pick me up,” you say slipping out from between him and the wall to go back to the front of the garage, anxiously waiting for the night to come.

[cheriladycl01]

Just some Stray - Sergio Perez x Mechanic! Reader

Plot: Sergio decides to spend his summer break how most drivers do, but his car breaks down in an unknown country and he needs to find help.

It was a pretty standard day for you in the UK. It was a Monday so you were working in the garage that your dad used to own beofre he passed it onto you and your brother. You had an oil change on a Vauxhall Corsa in the morning, an overheating engine just before lunch in a Audi A3.

It was your turn to go get lunch for you and the rest of the staff. Everyone agreed on the local sandwich shop that was only a 5 minute drive away. You took the company car, not wanting to waste your own petrol even on a 5 minute drive, and gave the hearty order of food to the lady at the till who comically wiped the non existent sweat off her forehead.

You waited on one of the seats scrolling through your phone before your name was called with the large order.

“Hmmmm there’s a lot right? Could you help me take it to the truck?” You asked politely. The chef nods seeing its a slow day and takes the boxes and helps you load them onto the back seats.

“Thank you for the help” you grin in a flirty sort of way before running off and into the drivers seat. You crank the windows down and turn the old radio that only had three different stations tuned to it.

As your driving down the winding country road back to the garage, you slow down seeing a car pulled into a lay-by, a man shouting into his phone on the grass bank.

“Hey, you good?” You shout out your window that’s rolled down as you look over at the car that’s steaming at the front from the bonnet.

“Si, I mean yes sorry” he says seemingly struggling to switch from his phone call in Spanish to English with you.

“It looks like your engines overheated, this car looks pretty new too, which is kind of concerning” you point out as you check your wing mirror to make sure no one’s speeding round the country lane behind you.

“Let me pull over and help” you say as you put you car gear from neutral back into first to pull off.

“No no that isn’t necessary, my … friend? Has already called … erm this company?” He says showing you his phone and the AA roadside assistance number.

“Ahh man how long have they told you?” You ask and he shrugs before he answers his phone again.

“5 hours! WHAT! I can’t be on the side of this little windy road for 5 hours are you kidding me?” He asks to the supposed friend on the other line.

“That’s what I’m telling you, look I own a garage I can get your car there and fix it up for you! Much cheaper than AA I promise, and quicker” you nod and he sighs before having a hushed conversation with the friend.

You pull up in front of his car and jump out just as he ends the call.

“You have a garage?” He asks with a suspicious look. You understood that it was a nice car and he probably thought you’d try and drive off with it or something.

“Yes, I’m a mechanic. I can take a look at the car but … it’s going to be an in garage job” you sigh having seen many sporty cars get like this if they were driven a little … boyishly? If that’s even a word.

Which you didn’t expect from this older, Mexican, gentleman.

“Yes please take a look” he says clasping his hands together. You leave with a little laugh going round to the front of the car and popping up the bonnet.

A huge puff of water like smoke come burning up into your face making you flush a little red but it wasn’t anything that you weren’t used to.

“Okay, yeah it’s the cooling system. I can fix it up at the shop” you say wiping the sweat off the forehead from the sheer heat that was coming from the car.

“Alright, how will you get it to the shop” he asks and you point at the truck that allows you to get one car on the back.

“Can you even do that” he asks scratching the back of his neck. Even though many others would have taken offence to that, you couldn’t help but laugh it off as it didn’t look like an easy job.

“Yeah, don’t worry I won’t get a scratch on her” you smile before you climb up onto the back of the truck, grabbing the main chain to lift the car up.

After closing the bonnet and attaching the chain to the car you start your own engine and pulling the car up onto the truck with Sergio’s guidance. Once it’s on you come out to secure it and make sure it won’t roll off even on the 3 minute drive back to the garage.

“Okay, you can jump in” you smile once you show him the car is secure. He goes into the passenger side while you wait for some traffic to go past and walk round to the drivers side.

“Oh erm, you want a sandwich or something? We got some spares” you point to the back where the boxes and bags of sandwiches are. You grab the bag that had your sandwich in and split it in half.

“What is in it?” He asks inspecting his half and the fillings inside.

“I think it’s supposed to be like a Fajita ciabatta? So it’s got like chicken, peppers, salsa and all that healthy stuff, Yano?” You say looking happily at your sandwich and you lean back into your seat starting to enjoy your lunch.

“Why are you being so nice?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, a look of curiosity and suspicion on his face, his thick brows almost furrowed.

“Aren’t you used to people being nice?” You laugh, wiping your mouth just incase there was so sauce there as you turned to face him in shock.

“Look, I’m a mechanic. It would have played on my mind all day if I didn’t stop and help. And besides I don’t think I’ve ever had a car THIS nice in my shop” you grin and he nods with a small polite smile on his face.

“You like?” You ask and his head shoots up to look at you in shock.

“Excuse me?!” He gasps out looking at you.

“The sandwich do you like it?” You ask again this time a little bit more direct with what you were asking whether he liked or not.

“Oh yeah, it’s very nice. Thank you for sharing” he nods taking another bite of his half of your sandwich.

“Anytime, and besides I got spares too, so I can have my filling later if half doesn’t turn out to be enough. So if you don’t mind me asking, where were you going in such a rush? And don’t lie to me, you were 100% driving that car like a manic for the cooling to already be knackered” you admit looking over to him when it’s safe to do so.

“Erm, work? A meeting with my boss” he sighs knowing he definitely has missed that meeting now.

“Oh, is that the er friend that was on the phone with you earlier?” You ask cocking your head to the side as your turn down a side road, coming onto a busier street.

“Oh no, that was my … helper while I’m here in the UK” he admits and for the first time you hadn’t even considered that he didn’t fully know where he was going as this country might not be familiar to him.

“And where possibly could you be heading to work between Buckingham and Towcester” you laugh, meaning it as a joke not expecting his to divulge his whole life to you.

“Ah just my bosses place, he’s very personal” he nods knowing he didn’t want to tell this very attractive woman who he really was.

“Okay here we are” you say pulling into the garage, reversing in so it’s easier for the boys to get the car in.

“Whose this?” Fred, one of the mechanics who you worked with asks looking at Sergio who’d just jumped out of the truck.

“Ahhh just some stray, get his car in. He’s got a cooling problem and a boss to try get too on time” you smirk as your fellow colleagues help get the car off the truck.

“Dude this is a nice car. Who do you work for to afford a car like this” someone whistles as it’s rolled down and into your section of the garage.

“And how have you knackered the cooling already?” Another chips in looking at what you were writing in your pad.

Sergio watches as you get to work on his car, it was a very attractive sight and he never knew seeing a woman work and get her hands dirty would be such a turn on for him.

In about 30 minutes you’ve fixed what you found to be the issue and offer him an oil change as to you it didn’t look like it had been done for years and knowing Christian and his cars it probably hadn’t.

“All done, your good to make your way to you boss” you say swinging a spanner round your finger before catching it in your hand as you walk over to him.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks starting to dive into his pocket for money.

“Ahh consider this on the house” you smile and he again looks so shocked with how nice you are being to him.

“No, I refuse” handing you over £500 which is seriously over the asking price for the job, and it shows when your mouth falls open like a goldfish.

“I can’t - I can’t accept this” you say trying to get him to take it back. But of course he won’t budge.

“And my number too? If you, you know want it?” He asks shyly and you pretend to think for a second before switching details with him.

“I’ll text you later then, drive safely yeah?” You ask and all he does it nod before leaving and driving away.

And audible sigh comes from you, until your phone pings with a voice note from none other than mystery break down guy. Whose saved his name as Sergio in your phone.

Dinner me and you, tonight 6pm?

And you were smiling and grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

y/user

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y/user: Met a guy who broke down on the road today, shared my sandwich with him and drove him to the garage.

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schecoperez: thank you for … everything

user1: babe why is an F1 driver in your comments?

-> y/user: EXCUSE ME?

y/user: Sergio? You have some explaining to do!

-> schecoperez: Erm oops? 🫣🤙🏼

-> y/user: oops? You cannot just say that to this kind of revelation 😳

y/user: I feel stupid 😭

user2: its hilarious that you just towed a random man AND shared your food, you never anything

user3: no way Checo broke down and this sweet girl helped him.

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Met this man today. His car broke down 😳

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[hemmingsleclerc]

I'm really loving the dad max content, your style of writting is amazing

I don't know if it's possible, but could you do something where Olivia is hanging out with Checo's kids (Chequito, Carlota, Emilio) and causing chaos in the paddock

I think it would be cute and fun

Lost in the Paddock┃MV1

Omg I love this idea I just imagined it and laugh!😭💕

summary:where max and checo lose their children in the spanish grand prix

It was a sunny morning in the paddock and the excitement for the Spanish Grand Prix was growing. Max’s daughter, Olivia, and Checo’s children, Chequito, Carlota and Emilio, were full of energy and looked at everything with curiosity. The sound of the engines echoed throughout the place, but the children were more interested in playing hide and seek.

As their parents prepared for the race, the four quickly came up with a plan to explore the paddock together. Unbeknownst to their parents, the mischievous group ventured out, carefully checking all the places.

The paddock was a maze of trailers, trucks and equipment, a perfect playground for the kids. Olivia, being the oldest, had convinced the others to follow her and explore the secret corners that she had already seen before with her father. Unbeknownst to their parents, the little ones had wandered too far and were soon lost in the maze of racing equipment.

Meanwhile, Max and Checo finished their conversation and turned around to find that their children were nowhere to be found. Panic set in as they frantically shouted their names. Max's heart almost burst out of him as he screamed his little girl's name while Checo was just as bad or worse than him.

"Olivia!''

''Chequito! Carlota! Emilio!" echoed through the paddock, but there was no response. The two parents exchanged worried glances and quickly ran out of their garage in search of their children.

Meanwhile, the children had managed to find their way to the center of the paddock, laughing and laughing as they explored the different areas of the different teams. Chequito, Carlota, Emilio and Olivia were in their own world of fun, oblivious to the chaos they were causing.

They managed to reach a place where photos of their parents were displayed on a wall. ''Look! There's my daddy!'', ''Ours too!'' Suddenly, a great idea had occurred to Olivia, what better idea than to leave a nice message for her dad and for everyone to see it, so carefully she took out of her small backpack the markers that her mother had given her on her birthday and with a huge smile, she began to draw hearts on the wall, among other things, while her other three companions saw her laughing.

Meanwhile, Max was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown himself while Checo was madly asking anyone who crossed his path if there was any sign of his children.

Charles, Daniel, Lewis and Carlos had joined the search for the little ones to cover more space and narrow down the possible places they could be.

''Via!Your favorite uncle is looking for you!'' Daniel shouted

''Carlota! Emilio! Checo jr!, Come here! We have a special surprise for you!'' Charles said

''Kids! Roscoe wants to play with you!'' Lewis' turn

Just as concern was reaching its peak, a track official informed Max and Checo that a group of children matching their descriptions had been seen near the merchandise area. With a sigh of relief, the parents rushed to the scene, their hearts pounding in their chests.

There they found the quartet, happily surrounded by team merchandise, trying on oversized caps and sunglasses while devouring different flavored ice creams. The children looked up with innocent smiles as Max and Checo approached, a mix of relief and exasperation on their faces.

Max and Checo shared a look that conveyed relief and amusement at the same time. When the chaos calmed down, the parents couldn't help but smile at the getaway their children had made. With a laugh of relief, they escorted the boys back to the Red Bull Racing garage, ready to focus on the race ahead.

Max lifted his little girl in his arms while he covered her face with kisses.

''Were where you all this time angel?, and who bought you those ice creams?''

''!Uncle lando and uncle oscar daddy!'' Olivia exclamed

''They also bought us these cool caps dad!'' Chequito said to checo

''Yeah, you're not wearing those mclaren caps on our watch kids, redbull ones are better''

As the paddock returned to its normal bustle, Max and Checo were grateful to have their children back safe and sound.And listen to all the mischievous they got up to in their absence.

[kathlare]

the sushi test

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In Bahrain after the season opener, Lando faces an intimidating dinner with Checo, Amelie's protective brother-in-law.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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March 2nd, 2024 - Sakhir, Bahrain

The dim lights of the upscale sushi restaurant in Bahrain cast a warm glow across the table, but Lando felt anything but cozy. Sitting across from Checo Pérez, who had a calm yet unreadable expression on his face, he was suddenly acutely aware of just how much trouble he could be in.

They had been in Bahrain for the season opener, and the weekend had gone well for both of them—Checo had finished P2, and Lando had secured a respectable P5 for McLaren. Checo had casually invited him to dinner afterward, a rare off-night between races, and Lando had thought nothing of it.

Until now.

He glanced at the menu, his stomach sinking. Sushi. Lando hated fish, and Checo had to know that.

—You like sushi, right?— Checo asked with a knowing smile, his tone light but with an edge that made Lando sweat.

—Uh, yeah. Love it,— Lando lied, forcing a grin. He fiddled with the edge of the menu, avoiding Checo's gaze.

—Good. This place is excellent. Stella and I come here whenever we’re in Bahrain.—

Lando nodded, trying to seem unfazed, but his mind was racing. This wasn’t just a casual dinner, and he knew it. Ever since he and Amelie had told their families about their relationship last week, Checo had been... watchful. Protective. And Lando couldn’t blame him.

Checo had known Amelie since she was a kid. She was his sister-in-law, yes, but it was more than that—Checo had seen her grow up, through all her ups and downs, and he had every reason to be cautious about the guy dating her. Especially when that guy had a messy history with her.

Lando took a sip of water, trying to calm his nerves as the waiter returned with their order.

—We’ll do the chef’s omakase selection,— Checo said confidently, handing the menus back.

Lando’s stomach dropped further. He didn’t even know what omakase meant, but he was sure it was going to involve a lot of fish.

—So,— Checo began, leaning back in his chair. —How’s Amelie doing in Singapore? Must be tough, being so far apart so often.—

Lando nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. —She’s doing great. Tonight’s show was a big one, and she said the crowd was amazing. She’s... really happy.— His face softened at the thought of her, and for a moment, his nerves eased.

Checo studied him, his sharp gaze not missing a thing. —You two seem serious.—

—We are,— Lando replied, his voice steady despite the weight of Checo’s scrutiny.

—Good. Because she deserves serious,— Checo said, his tone firm.

The first course arrived, a beautifully plated selection of sashimi. Lando stared at the raw fish, his stomach flipping for an entirely different reason now.

—Go ahead,— Checo said, gesturing to the plate.

Lando picked up his chopsticks, determined not to flinch. He carefully picked up a piece of tuna, silently praying it wouldn’t make him gag, and popped it into his mouth.

—Mmm,— he managed, chewing as quickly as possible and forcing a smile.

Checo raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. —You like it?—

—Yeah. It’s... great.—

Checo smirked, taking a bite of his own food. —You know, I wasn’t thrilled when Stella told me about you two. After what happened in 2021... I wasn’t sure you were the right guy for her.—

Lando’s shoulders tensed, but he nodded, swallowing hard. —I get that. I screwed up back then. And I’ve regretted it every day since.—

Checo didn’t respond immediately, his dark eyes weighing Lando’s words. —She’s been through a lot, Lando. More than most people know. And she’s worked hard to get where she is. If you’re not all in, you should walk away now.—

—I am all in,— Lando said firmly, his eyes meeting Checo’s. —Look, I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’ve learned from them. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.—

For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by the quiet murmur of the restaurant. Then, to Lando’s surprise, Checo’s expression softened slightly.

—Alright,— he said, his tone lighter. —But if you hurt her again, you’ll be dealing with me.—

Lando nodded quickly. —Understood.—

The rest of the dinner passed with less tension, though Lando continued to choke down sushi with a straight face. By the time they left the restaurant, he felt like he’d survived a race all over again.

Back in his hotel room, he immediately FaceTimed Amelie. She answered after a few rings, her face lighting up when she saw him.

—Hey, how was dinner?— she asked, pulling her hair into a messy bun as she settled on her couch.

—Your brother-in-law is terrifying,— Lando said, flopping onto the bed dramatically.

Amelie laughed, her eyes sparkling. —What did he do?—

—He took me to a sushi place. Made me eat all this raw fish, knowing I hate it.—

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. —Oh my God, he’s such an ass. He knows you hate fish! He was just messing with you!—

—Of course he was,— Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Amelie’s laughter softened, and she looked at him with a mix of amusement and affection. —Don’t take it personally. He’s just protective. But if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have invited you to dinner in the first place.—

—So that was... approval?— Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

—In Checo’s way, yeah. He wouldn’t have wasted his time otherwise.—

Lando let out a dramatic sigh, draping an arm over his eyes. —Great. Glad to know I earned his seal of approval by enduring a sushi hazing ritual.—

Amelie giggled, her voice warm and teasing. —You’re so dramatic. He’s not that bad. But hey, at least you got through it without gagging.—

—Barely. I think he enjoyed watching me squirm, though. He kept giving me this smug look every time I took a bite.— Lando peeked at her through his arm, his lips twitching into a smirk. —You know, you could’ve warned me. A little heads-up would’ve been nice.—

—Where’s the fun in that?— she teased, her grin mischievous. —Besides, you handled it like a champ. I’m proud of you, sushi boy.—

—Don’t call me that. Never again,— he groaned, but his laughter gave him away.

Amelie propped her chin on her hand, her expression softening. —Seriously, though. Thank you for putting up with him. I know how intimidating he can be, but it means a lot to me that you’re willing to go through all of that for... us.—

Lando’s teasing demeanor faded, replaced by a tender smile. —Of course I am. You’re worth it, Ames. Every awkward dinner, every overprotective brother-in-law... I’d do it all a hundred times over.—

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile. —You’re gonna make me cry, and I have another show tomorrow. Can’t be puffy on stage, Norris.—

—Can’t have that, can we?— he teased gently. —Wouldn’t want Taylor Swift to revoke your opener privileges.—

She rolled her eyes playfully, but the love in her gaze was unmistakable.

There was a beat of comfortable silence before Lando spoke again, his voice softer this time. —I meant what I said to Checo, you know. I’m all in with you, Amelie. I don’t want to mess this up.—

Her expression turned serious, her eyes glistening slightly. —I know you are. And I’m all in, too. We’ve been through a lot to get here, Lando, but I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.—

They held each other’s gaze through the screen, the distance between them momentarily forgotten.

After a moment, Amelie broke the silence with a teasing grin. —But seriously, next time he invites you to dinner, insist on tacos. You’ll win him over even faster.—

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. —Noted. Tacos over sushi, got it. But if I end up eating crickets or something, I’m blaming you.—

—Deal.—

They talked for a little while longer, their conversation filled with laughter and the kind of warmth that came from years of knowing each other. When they finally said goodnight, Lando felt lighter, the lingering tension from dinner replaced with a deep sense of contentment.

As he lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but smile. He might have endured a sushi gauntlet and a grilling from Checo, but in the end, it was worth it. For Amelie, he’d do it all—and more.

[multiplefandomwritings]

How to be a child

pairing: reader x the grid (platonically), Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: swearing, description of injuries/bruises, throwing up, passing out, unconsciousness, mentioning of hospital, mentioning of crash, angst

summary: You were the mum of the grid, you always had been. Until it one day it all just gets too much, and you are in desperate need of support. Suddenly 19 boys collectively become your mum, and you need to once again learn how to be a child.

notes: i am so, sorry for the wait. life has been terrible for the me the past months, but here it finally is: part two! as a small compensation, it is very long, and i hope you will like it! feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! you can find the first part here. a third part will follow at some point, so let me know if you want to be tagged 😊 also, a question for everyone on the taglist: Would you like to be tagged in all of my F1 work, or just in this one?

disclaimer: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

word count: 8.1k

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“Shut up, you dumbass!”, whisper-yells a voice that sounds like Charles to you. “Or do you want the nurse to realize that we are way more people in here than allowed?” Several people shush at the same time, and you are utterly confused. You slowly open your eyes and catch sight of almost the whole grid cramped into the room. They are bickering with each other, and you cannot help but smile. “Hey guys!”, you croak out and your voice sounds hoarse. Immediately, they all stop talking and look at you. Pierre is the first to move and rushes over to your bed to take a hold of your hand.

“Finally, mon ange!”, he breathes out and you could’ve sworn that you can see tears welling up in his eyes. “What happened?”, you ask, still very much confused. You try to sit up, and immediately Max and Daniel rush to your side to assist you in your undertaking. When you are propped up, you look at your friends, who are standing around the bed – a hospital bed as you have realized by now. Pierre gently strokes your hand, and Lewis raises his voice to tell you what had happened.

After your collapsed in Pierre´s arms, and your friends and colleagues form a wall to shield you, Pierre gently picks you up and carries you out of the public eye and into Lando´s room. Everyone is close to panic, no one really knowing what had prompted you to pass out. The doctors, alerted by someone, rush in, and examine you. They cannot really find any reason, apart from the injuries in your face. They suspect that it might be something severe, so the whole grid is close to losing their mind. You are than a friend to most, rather part of their family. The called ambulance takes you with them, Pierre riding in the back with you.

When you arrive at the hospital, the doctors take you away from Pierre to examine you thoroughly, determined to find out what is wrong with you. It takes an hour, one more, and another. By now, the hallway of the floor you are on is filled with the other drivers. Everyone wanted to be there for you when you wake up. With every minute, the boys get more nervous, grow more worried. After four hours, the doctor comes out.

“We stabilized her. We assume that she suffered an acute exhaustion attack, caused by a lack of sleep and too much stress paired with a concussion. We expect her to sleep for a few days, but she was lucky. It could have been way worse. She will need to rest as much as possible once she wakes up to ensure that neither her brain nor her heart will suffer from long term consequences.”

The drivers are all shocked. You are still so young, and now this. They realise, all for themselves, that maybe they had demanded too much of you for too long. Guilt threatened to eat up them, more with every day you didn’t wake up for. Until three later, on a Wednesday, you finally wake up again.

You are quiet for a few minutes. Just when you are about to say something, the door opens and a nurse steps in. When she sees all the drivers, she rushes them out - all except one. Pierre doesn’t leave your side. He sits with you when the doctor comes in and tells you that you were lucky. He makes it very clear that you must take time for yourself to make sure that you would not suffer lasting effects. You nod, trying to understand everything he says.

“Would you mind leaving me alone for a minute, please?”, you ask. The doctor nods, while Pierre stays by your side. “You too, Pierre.” He looks at you, shocked for a minute, offended even. “Don’t send me away, y/n. You seem like you need someone with you right now.” “Just give me a fucking minute alone, Pierre!”, you snap at him, and he gets up and leaves without another word. You know that wasn’t fair, but your whole world just turned upside down. You will apologize later.

You clench your hands to fists; you feel like you are going to lose your shit. The feelings threaten to drown you, you are barely able to keep yourself over the water. You need to get out of here – you want to be everywhere but here. You lift yourself out of bed, determination flooding your system. When you stand up, you grind your teeth. Your whole body is almost shaking because just the act of getting up was so exhausting. You feel so very small, weak, and fragile. You take two, three slow steps, holding onto the hospital bed with every step. When you reach the end of the bed, you back another step forward, but without holding onto something, your body gives in. You crash to the ground; your body hits the floor with a loud thud.

Immediately, the door opens and Pierre storms in. He sees on you sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, head buried in your hands. He rushes over to you and takes you in his arms. “I am so afraid, Pierre!”, you sob into his shoulder as he holds you. His heart breaks right there and then. You cry for what feels like hours, and when you are done, Pierre helps you onto the bed again. The doctors had allowed for you to leave the hospital in Brazil to be taken care of by your personal doctor in Monaco. However, much comes with that – your transport must be organized, you have to talk to the team, and all of that.

You are starting to panic, you feel so exhausted still, you have no idea how you would be able to manage all of that. “You don’t need to worry, ange. We are scheduled to fly out tonight in the private jet, everything around the transport is organized. Only Max, Daniel, Lando and I will join so that you can rest as much as possible. We will have to leave for the weekend, but I will promise you that we will be back as soon as possible.” You nod, overwhelmed that they cared so much for you. After one last check up, the doctor wishes you all the best and discharges you.

They provide you with a wheelchair because you are still weakened and every bone in your body hurts – even the ones you didn’t know you had. Pierre pushes you out of the hospital and towards the parking lot, where you can spot Daniel standing between an unfamiliar car. Usually, all of you drove fast and sporty cars, but this was a car you expected to see in a suburban neighbourhood where everyone had at least three kids.

“Nice ride!”, you say, and your voice is still hoarse. You are pretty sure that you look like shit, but the boys do not let on. They don’t look at you with pity and you are beyond grateful for that. “Thanks, we had to improvise a bit!” Daniel walks over to you and pulls you out of the wheelchair with ease, lifting you into his arms bridal style. He carries you over to the car, careful to not hurt you. However, his limb coordination when it comes to carrying people apparently isn’t the best. You close your eyes when you see the car door frame coming closer, but instead of bumping into the hard metal, your head is met with a soft surface. You open your eyes and see Lando smiling at you. The boy had put his hand over the door frame, softening the impact. Your eyes almost start to water at the sweet gesture.

Once you are seated, Pierre climbs into the back with you and helps you to put your seatbelt on before he settles himself in. Lando sits in the back as well. Max is the passenger princess. Daniel is starting the car, and you watch Max still without his seatbelt on. Before, you can say something, Pierre turns to Max. “Put your fucking seatbelt on!”, he says and a small smile appears on your face. You don’t really catch more of the chatting, as just the way to the car exhausted you completely and you opt for some sleep. Pierre´s shoulder functions as your cushion, and it is quite comfortable, at least for this purpose. Already almost in slumber you only subconsciously realize that someone puts a blanket over you. You snuggle closer into Pierre and fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

You wake when someone unbuckles your seatbelt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!”, Pierre apologizes, but you wave it off. “I think I have slept enough the past days”, you joke half-heartedly, and he gives you a tiny smile. Only now in this close proximity, you can see the dark bags under his eyes, the worry on his face. He looks five years older, beard unshaved, little stubbles growing in a disorganized way. “I am sorry for causing you so much worry”, you whisper barely audible, but he hears you, like he always does. He shakes his head. “Mon ange, no. None of this is your fault, if anything, it is ours.” You are just about to ask what he means when Daniel interrupts the two of you.

“We should get going!”, he says, and Pierre helps you out of the car. He carries you the last few meters to the jet, and places you down on one of the seats. Before you can engage in a conversation with him, Lando joins you on the seat next to you and slams a big bag on the table. “Y/n, I hope you are hungry!” You focus your attention on him and just now realize how hungry you are. “Starving, actually!” Lando smacks his lips and starts unpacking the bag. “Well, in that case, good for you, because I come prepared!” There is everything you could ask for – snacks, fruits, sandwiches. You decide to start with an apple, which Lando insists on cutting into small pieces for you. “Lando!”, you laugh, “I am not a child!” He grins. “Well, y/n, you need care and nursing and love now, so we all have decided to you are no longer our mum, you are now our child!” You flip him off playfully and continue to eat your apple pieces quietly while Lando talks your ear off, which you honestly do not mind. It distracts you from all the negative thoughts.

After a few hours, Daniel, Lando and Max are asleep. You are quite awake on the other hand and the soft shine of a display coming from Pierre´s seat indicates that he as well is awake. You carefully walk over to him, holding onto the seats. It takes all of your strength to make the few meters, but you manage and fall into the seat next to the Frenchman. He looks up from his phone and gifts you a smile. “Hey”, you say softly, “You okay?��� Pierre shakes his head but continues to smile. “You are unbelievable, y/n! You are the one that was in the hospital the last days, not me.” “I can still worry about you guys though, no?”, you grin crookedly, but Pierre is still very serious. “Of course, but the important thing now is that you need to get better, and to do that, you need to learn to say no, and you need to learn to listen to yourself.” You want to interrupt him, but he doesn’t let you. “But most importantly, we – me and the others – need to learn to get our own shit together, and not always bother you!”

You can feel that he is a bit angry, so you gently place your hand on his biceps. “Pierre, you never bothered me. It was just a bit too much the past weeks! Everything will be fine, in fact, everything is fine.” Pierre shakes his head at you, you can feel that he is still upset. “No, nothing is fine. The last days were absolutely horrible, y/n. I was so afraid; I don’t think I have ever been this afraid. I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that I would wake up and someone was going to tell me that you died. It was a nightmare, I don’t ever want to feel that again – so I am begging you, please take all the time you need to rest and heal. I cannot lose you.” You are a taken aback by his words. “I will, I promise!”, you say, and Pierre pulls you onto his lap and into a tight hug. He doesn’t let go for a while, and you don’t mind. It keeps you from falling apart.

You land a few hours later, you before you can protest, Lando lifts you out of your seat. “My turn!”, he laughs, and you decide to not pick a fight. “Yeah, it’s cool”, you say and playfully roll your eyes, “Just pick me up whenever.” Lando makes a sad face, and you can sense that he feels bad. “I am sorry”, he utters, “I should have at least asked if it was okay for me to pick you up!” You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, its not like a have a choice. I can´t exactly walk away”, you joke. You know it is a bad joke, and maybe it was too early to joke about it. For a moment, it is quiet, but then Daniel lets out a little snort. He tries his best to keep in a laugh, but when Max looks at him, he cannot help himself and bursts out laughing. The Dutchman joins him, so do you, and in a matter of seconds, Pierre and Lando are laughing as well. It takes you a while to calm down, because all of you just really needed to laugh off the shock of the past days.

Lando carries you down and into the car. Charles had offered to pick you up and drive you to your apartment, joined by Pierre. “Hey Charles!”, you greet the man and move over to give him an uncomfortable hug over the middle console. He doesn’t seem to mind, however. “You don’t know how good it is to see you, y/n!” You smile at him after you pull away, and he starts the car as soon as Pierre has settled in as well. A bit later, you arrive by your apartment building. Pierre gets out the wheelchair, and helps you to climb in. It is still new for you, and you hope that you will get rid of it soon. It makes you feel utterly helpless, but just the few steps in the plane earlier were hard and exhausting. For a moment, the thought that you might never be able to race again crosses your mind, but you push it away violently. So far, you had achieved everything in your life that you had set your mind to, and you sure as hell will not let anything stop you now.

It feels good to be back in your own space. You exhale deeply and you immediately start to feel a bit better. The familiar surrounding eases your negative thoughts, and you find yourself calming down. “Alright”, says Charles, “I will get going and get the crutches from the doctor, and get groceries, then I will be back!” Before you can say something, he is out of the door. “The doctors in Brazil contacted your doctor here to consult and discuss next steps.” You nod, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Pierre tells you bit more about the topic, but you can’t really focus your attention. At some point, you let out a big yawn. Pierre chuckles. “Seems like someone is tired!” “Exhausted”, you tell him, and he gives you an understanding nod. “How about you take a nap?”, he offers. “Sounds super!”

He helps you into your room, where you quickly change into some shorts and a shirt. After you are done, Pierre enters the room with a glass of water in his hand. “I know that you like to keep a glass of water next to your bed, so I figured I would bring you one!” “How do you know?”, you question. He shrugs his shoulders. “You mentioned it one day…” “Thank you!” He smiles at you, puts the glass down and grabs the blanket. He throws it over you and gently tugs you in. “Sleep well, mon ange!”, he says but you are already sound asleep.

The next week is exhausting, more mentally than physically. You are able to leave the wheelchair rather quickly, but you still the need the crutches for support. Despite the fact that you weren’t really injured, at least not in the traditional sense, your body was still weak. You just cannot really rely on it right now, so the crutches are there to support and help you. You are just happy that you are out of the wheelchair and that you have a tiny bit of your independency back. What helps even more however, is the constant support of your friends. They cannot be with you right now, as there are still two more races for them to finish. Your doctor appointments keep you occupied, your family visits and helps you with whatever you need. Your friends call you, sometimes just to tell you minor things but it helps. You don’t feel isolated, and you cheer on them from your living room. Right now, it feels okay to not be on track – you feel like you are going to be okay.

The season ends in the end of November. Winter has Monaco in its grip, the first snow falls. Everything looks so pretty that you cannot really feel down. On top of that you love Christmas, and you keep yourself busy with present shopping, at least until you have to get ready to leave for England. It is a Tuesday, and you had just been at the doctor’s office. While your doctor is sure that you will fully recover, he also gives you a real perspective on things. The possibility is there that you can race next season, but the cost could potentially be high. He tells you to consider your options. Lando picks you up from this appointment and together you drive to the airport. The two of you were scheduled to fly to the McLaren headquarters for a week to discuss the next possible steps. The flight goes over quick, you are unusually quiet – and Lando just lets you be. He can sense that you need the time, so he gives it to you.

When you step out of the airport, Zak waits for there for you personally. The older man pulls you in a tight hug, it had been a while since he had seen you in person. “Good to see you, kid!”, he tells you with a fatherly tone in his voice. You grin at him, happy to see him. You climb into the car and Zak drives you to his home, to have dinner with his family. You quite enjoy it, but you feel yourself get tired after a while. Lando notices and decides to call a taxi for the both of you to drive to the hotel.

You share a suite, in case something was to happen during the night, but you sleep well. After a nice breakfast, you are getting picked up for the headquarters and inside you are feeling very nervous. You are good at hiding it, but you fiddle with your fingers. Lando takes one of your hands and gently squeezes it. Only now that you are not good on foot you realize how big the McLaren compound really is.

The core team meets in a room close to the entrance for your sake. They are all beyond happy to see you, everyone is relieved that you are on your feet again, at least partly. It is not many people, as you agreed with Zak to discuss the next steps in a small team before you met with everyone. After exchanging some courtesies, it is time for you to tell them of your decision. You take a deep breath and Lando once again squeezes your hand. No one knows what you are going to tell them, and you don’t really know how to tell them. You decide it is best to rip the band aid of fast.

“After consulting with my doctor yesterday, I think it is best if I resign for indeterminate time, until I am fully recovered.” The room is eerily quiet, everyone is a bit shocked. “While I could possibly sit myself into the car next season, I would not be able to give you guys the results you deserve. Trust me, this is not what I wanted, but if I race next season, the possibility of lasting health issues is very likely, and I do not believe that some half-assed results are worth that. I want to apologize –“ “Don’t!”, Zak interrupts you, “We have all developed a soft spot for you in our hearts, and we were all shocked when we heard what the doctors in Brazil said. Your health comes first. While we are deeply saddened about you resigning for indeterminate time, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would like to keep you around one way or the other.” You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. On the one side because they were so supportive, on the other side because you stating your resignation makes it a lot more real.

Now it is official – at least within your team – that you will not start next season. It feels a bit like your world is ending, your goals are out of your reach. You feel hopeless, and like you are – quite frankly – an absolute loser. Self-doubts threaten to eat you up, you want to curl up in a ball and just stop existing for a while. You spent the rest of the meeting lost in your thoughts, and the next days go by in a blur. You visit the headquarter many more times that week, talking to the team, discussing the best way to communicate your indeterminate resignation. You call Pierre a lot, telling him about everything. He deserves to know from you, so do all of your other friends. You cry a lot those days, Lando never quite leaving your side. He is there for you, so is everyone else. Yet you find yourself withdrawing yourself from almost everyone except Pierre. You call him daily, sometimes more than once. Many times, he has to listen to you softly sobbing into the phone, and it breaks his heart. But he never blames you, he always listens, he always comforts you.

After an exhausting week, there is only one more thing to do – film your resignation video. You cry during the video too, but you don’t mind – you love your fans, and they deserve to know the truth and witness your real feelings about your resignation. In the end, the video is 10 minutes long – you explain your reasons, you promise that you will be back. And you mean that. Somehow, you have found your fighting spirit once again. The video ends with a collage of your best moments in F1. A tribute to your achievements so far, but you are now certain there will be more eventually. You will put all the work in necessary so that you would heal properly, and that you would be able to sit in the car next year.

You fly back to Monaco alone – Lando would have come with you, but you told him to stay home with his family for a bit. He drove you to the airport and saw that you get to the plane just fine. When you land, Lewis and Valtteri are already there to welcome you back. They are kind and gentle and brotherly, and your soul heals a bit when they take you to lunch that day. They don’t make you feel like a loser anymore, they tell you that they are proud of you for making this hard decision. The three of you share things that you have never spoken about before, and it helps. The sun is shining on a white Monaco and your heart becomes full and hopeful. You are still weak and exhausted, and when they take you home you are more than ready to sleep, but it is different.

The next week is a busy week once again. You visit your doctor and your personal trainer a lot, discussing measures to help you healing, and setting up a slow training program that would help keep you in shape, while not overburdening your body. You still call Pierre every day to talk to him. He is with his family in France for Christmas, and he has invited you to join him. You tell him you will once you feel better. He understands, like he always does. He makes you laugh with his joke, and he tells you he misses you. You miss him, and when he drops one of his compliments, it is somehow different now. Your cheeks heat up sometimes, and your heart skips a beat.

Christmas is nice, and special. You are home, and for once you have nothing to do – no real training, only little exercises. No media duties, and you enjoy the time with your family. After New Year’s, you travel back to home to Monaco to rest and heal. The boys are all there for you – for whatever you need. They ask you how you are all the time, and they help you where they can. It is the little things, really, and one day you feel particularly bad about it. You cannot really give them anything back at the moment, and you feel like you are using them. You wake up with those feelings that they, and to distract yourself from them, you go on Instagram. Scrolling through your feed, you occasionally send them funny videos. It was the least you could do. After an hour or so, you lift yourself out of the bed, finally. You are very hungry, and you think about ordering something, when suddenly your doorbell rings. You need some time to reach it, walking slowly with your crutches, and when you open it, Daniel stands there in front of you. “You send me the first Reel on Instagram like one hour ago, so I figured you are hungry by now. I brought groceries and I am here to cook for you!” “I… You shouldn’t have!”, you try to argue, but Daniel already moves past you and into your kitchen. You follow him slowly.

When you see that he is already collecting dishes to prepare breakfast, you just sigh. He picks up the defeated sound and perks up, smiling at you. His face falls when he sees the way you look at him, like you are almost crying. “Hey hon, what´s up?”, he asks you. “I just… I feel so bad about all of this. I feel like I am using all of you, and like I am not giving anything back!” Daniel shakes is head violently, and he comes over to pull you in a hug. You almost disappear in it, and he draws soothing circles on your back. “Y/n, don’t ever say or think something like that again. You have almost given your life for us, and this is what friends are here for. We help each other when we can – sometimes one or the other does give a bit more. It equals out in the end. Besides, you still listen to all of us rambling, and you still give the best advice!” He pulls away and a tiny smile is on your face now. He ruffles your hair and before you can protest, he is back in the kitchen. “Now, go rest your ass on the couch, mate!”, he says, and you cannot help but laugh when you limp over to the living room.

Breakfast is nice, and Daniel makes you laugh with his stupid jokes. It is good to feel like this. You know that right now was the easy part – your friends are here, and they all have time for you. But you are afraid of what is coming after the winter break – when they are all gone, and you won’t be able to be with them doing the things you love the most. It will most likely break your heart, but you try not to think about it, at least not now.

It is a few weeks later, the next season will start soon. You have picked up training again, very slowly. It mainly consisted off walking on the treadmill, holding onto the sides. A few easy exercises that keep your body mobile and flexible and your muscles occupied. Spring is blooming in Monaco; the first sun is shining. Everything is going well. Well, almost everything. Right now, you are beyond embarrassed.

You had felt better today, so you had taken the taxi down to your favourite park to enjoy some time there. It had been late afternoon already, you had walked around a bit and sat down in a small restaurant to eat dinner. Now, it is later than expected, it was dark, getting colder by the minute, and you are beyond exhausted. Furthermore, the crippling feeling in your legs leaves you to panic, which is why you – against all rationality – do not call a taxi. Instead, you call Max, who picks up almost immediately. “Can you pick me up, Maxie?”, you choke out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Send me your location!”, he says, and you can hear that he already picks up his keys. You nod, even though he cannot see that, and send him your location with shaky fingers. Max is there just ten minutes later to collect you. As soon as you see him, the tears really start to flow. He wraps his arms around you, his sweatshirt is collecting your tears, and he whispers encouragements while he gently strokes your hair. After a few minutes, you calm down and he helps you to his car.

He holds open the passenger door for you, and you climb in, almost falling because your legs are giving out under you. But Max is there, he catches you, and helps you. He closes the door behind you and gets in on his side. “You okay?”, he asks. You nod, using the sleeves of your sweatshirt to wipe away the leftovers of your tears. Max starts the car and drives through the dark streets of Monaco. You don’t know where he is going until he stops at the drive through of a Fast-Food restaurant. “I figured the occasion called for ice cream or a milkshake”, he tells you when you he sees your questioning expression. A tiny smile creeps onto your face. Max orders you a milkshake and gives it to you. You hold it in two hands like a child and Max cannot help but laugh. You pout a little, but ultimately smile when he takes a picture of you holding the cup in your hand.

He drives you to your place and helps you up to your apartment. Reaching the door, he stops for a moment and thinks. “Would you like some company tonight?” For a moment you think about telling him to go home, because you don’t want to trouble him any further. But being alone tonight sounds terrible, so you push down the unnecessary feeling of guilt and nod. He steps into the apartment with you and helps you take of your jacket. Together, the two of you settle in on the couch and put on a movie. You feel your eyes get heavy, but before you can tell Max that he might as well go home as you are about to fall asleep, you slip into slumber.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed. You stretch and roll over to your phone. A text from Max. “Don’t get scared when you wake up, I am sleeping on the couch.” You smile to yourself and get up. Max is still asleep, so you climb into the shower. Once you are done and dressed, you make your way into the kitchen to make breakfast. Already in the hallway, you hear voices. You are confused – you know that Max is here, but who else? Stepping into the kitchen, your eyes fall on Pierre. Immediately, a big smile appears on your face. “Pierre!”, you exclaim happily and his face lights up once his eyes fall on you. He rushed over and wraps you in a tight hug. What you don’t see is the wiggling eyebrows Max aims at Pierre. Pierre just rolls his eyes and then closes them to take in your scent for a moment. Soon after, you break the hug, but Pierre stays close, his arm loosely wrapped around your hips.

Max excuses himself shortly after, as he has an appointment. You bit him goodbye, and when the door falls close, you turn around to Pierre. “Why are you here already?”, you ask him, and he flashes you a cheeky grin. “Not happy to see me?” You shake your head but laugh. “I am more than happy to see you, Pierre! I was just thought you would arrive in two days.” “Well,”, he says and wraps you in another hug, “I really wanted to see you!” You are happy that your face is buried in his chest because a blush creeps on your cheeks.

Pierre pulls back a little and looks at you. “Are you feeling better today?”, he asks with genuine concern. You nod, “Yeah, thanks to Max. He picked me up last night and stayed over to make sure I was okay.” “Max told me what happened. Please, ange, you need to be careful. I know it is hard to be confined in this space and not being as independent as you used to be, but you need to watch out for your health.” You sigh, but nod. “I know. I am just really tired off this, and I want to experience things again. I am afraid that I won’t ever be able to get into the car again…” Pierre nods understandingly. “I get that. But the more you rest and listen to your body, the sooner you will be fully healed.” “Yeah, you are right. I –“, you want to say something more, but suddenly, your stomach growls.

Pierre laughs and you grin, a bit embarrassed. “I think you need some food!”, Pierre says. “Yeah, I am starving!” The two of you make your way into the kitchen and just now you see the huge bouquet of flowers on your kitchen counter. “Wow, these are beautiful”, you exclaim, “Thank you Pierre!” He smiles and waves it off. “It´s nothing”, he says, but for you, it is everything. Pierre pulls out one of your pans, and as you are about to help him, he shoots you a glare. You lift your hands up in mock defence and make your way into the living room. You get your laptop from the couch and sit down on the dining table, as you have some things to finish up. Just because you were not a driver anymore, that didn’t mean that you had nothing to do. Especially now that the winter break slowly came to an end – you had agreed with McLaren that you would be involved in their Social Media activity. It had been Lando´s idea, and you are really grateful for it.

While you couldn’t start on the grid next season, you also didn’t want to entirely leave the F1 world. You are not yet sure if that is a good decision, to be involved but not driving, but you would have to wait and see. Pierre joins you a bit later with some breakfast, and you are beyond happy to finally have him with you again. The two of you will spend some time in Monaco together, before the new season started.

You make the most out of that time. Some days you just sleep in, you in your bed and Pierre in the guest bedroom, and then you would have a long breakfast, you would take a little walk, talked with the fans. He helps you with your exercises, he is a gentle trainer, yet he inspires you to go a tiny, tiny step forward every day. He massages your muscles when they are tired, he applies the lotion your doctor prescribed you. He takes you out for lunch or dinner, he goes shopping with you if that is what you desire. He finds the best clothes for you, you feel pretty in them, you feel worth it in them. He makes you feel safe and protected and if you knew better you would say that he makes you feel loved, but you don’t talk about that. Right now, it is not the time for it, and you both just enjoy what you have for now. The lingering touches, the way the two of you gravitated towards each other. He takes good care of you, and he never gives you the feeling of being a burden, even if you need help with silly little things. Like when your arms and hands are so tired that you cannot take off your own socks. He never makes you feel like you have to be embarrassed about any of those things and it helps.

The break ends soon after these great moments and you hold up quite well. Saying goodbye to Pierre is hard, and you cry. He holds you and presses a kiss on your forehead and tell you that you can always call him. But it will be different, there will be the time difference and he will be busy, and you will be not. He still makes sure to call you whenever, and it works good somehow. Maybe it is because summer comes to Monaco and your friends visit you whenever you can. You train, you take it easy, you rest, and you heal. Soon enough, you are able to go for jogs again, your training becomes longer and harder and you seem to be on the right way. By the summer break, you feel stronger already, and life is rather normal again. You still feel exhausted some days and you are not where you used to be. But you were okay with that.

The sun lifts your mood up, even on the days you don’t manage to run very far. You still go out these days, just go get the kilometres down, to keep your body moving. Summer break comes, and with that the boys are back in town. They spend most of their free time with you, and you are beyond grateful for that. It means the world to you, that they come and visit. Pierre spends a lot of time in Monaco with you as well. You take it easy, enjoying the time together. Just like over winter break, he takes you out a lot. You go and see museums, concerts, whatever there is to do. Some days are exciting, others are slow and relaxing. You take naps on the day bed on your balcony, enjoying the warm summer sun. Your head often rests on Pierre´s lap, or you are cuddled up in his arms during those naps. Still, you don’t talk about it, it is all very natural, your relationship growing stronger every minute you spend together. However, labelling it is not your priority right now, it is still your healing journey.

The two of you also spend lot of time together with the other drivers. Like today for example. Currently, you are laying in the warm sun on the deck of Charles yacht. The boys are bickering about something, while you are reading. You had just left the harbour a few minutes ago, and the boys already distracted you from your book. You cannot help but smile though, you had missed this. It was almost like you were still part of the driver line-up, and you feel relieved that nothing has really changed. They are all still the same adorable dorks they used to be. Some time later, Charles stops the yacht in the middle of the sea. By now you are sweating and very warm, so you are the first person to take the leap of the deck into the ocean.

It is not really a problem; you feel good today. The guys follow soon after, and you start to joke around, splash each other with water, dunking each other under. You have so much fun that you don’t really listen to your body. You splash and dunk and swim around. Pierre watches you closely, like he always does. When you climb up the ladder, he is relieved that you choose to take a break, so he follows. You, however, have other plans. You are about to get ready to jump off the boat another time, when Pierre stops you. “You sure about that, do you not rather want to take a break?” You grin at him with the objective to calm him down. “I feel fine, Pierre!” He nods. “Just be careful, okay?” “Of course!”

You feel your mistake when you start to run to jump off the deck. Your legs are suddenly very, very heavy. You cannot stop anymore however, and before you realize, you are in the air. The force of impact on the surface of the water knocks the breath out of your lungs, your entire body suddenly feels heavy – almost too heavy for you to swim towards the surface. It takes you long to emerge from the water, too long. The others realize when you don’t come up immediately. Charles starts to swim towards you. A splash rips you from your apathy and you swim towards the surface with heavy arms. You emerge coughing and one second later Pierre is right next to you. He helps you to hold yourself over water, and soon, Charles is by your side as well. You are embarrassed, but they don’t let on how scared they really were. Pierre helps you up the stairs and you sit down in one of the seating areas. Pierre brings you a towel and wraps you in it. When the towel is around you, he doesn’t let go. “I am sorry!”, you whisper, “I should have listened to you.” Pierre shakes his head. “Don’t worry, just don’t scare me like that again.” “I won´t!”, you promise and snuggle closer into Pierre. He holds you and you fall asleep soon after.

The rest of the summer break is spent similar. You hang out with Pierre and the guys, you go to France with Pierre, you visit your family, life is good. But then, the races start again, and fall comes to Monaco and with that the rain and the grey days. You are not able to go out of your apartment that much anymore, you are lacking energy and you feel like you are making steps back. Your training doesn’t go as smooch anymore, you feel like your comeback might be in jeopardy.

You are in a bad mood, there is no reason to sugar coat that. You are beyond miserable. The feeling that you will not return next season haunts you, and you are terrified of it. What if you will not manage to ever race again? You have never known something else; you have never learned something else. You feel like you are drowning, and your saving comes in form of a particular Frenchman. He knows that you had been able to go on runs again and that you did harder workouts again, he knows that you were on a way to get better. When your best friend calls him and tells him that you spent most of your days inside now not doing much, he doesn’t believe it at first.

He does, however, when you open the door and look like you haven’t changed out of your sweatpants in a week. You look messy, eyes puffy and tired features. He is scared to see you like this, so hopeless and so… He doesn’t know how to describe it, but you look so little, so tiny. You weren’t the tallest, but usually you carried yourself like you were the tallest in any room. Now, you are hunched over. For a moment he thinks you are going to close the door in his face, but you don’t. “Put your clothes on, we are going for a run!”, he tells you. You don’t protest verbally, but your attitude shows him enough. He doesn’t flinch though. He drags you out of the apartment – you still haven’t said a word. He takes your hand when you arrive downstairs, and he pulls you with him. A little “Pierre, I can´t!” leaves your mouth, but he pretends that he doesn’t hear it. And, after the first meters, you seem to shake off the paralysis that had a tight grip on you the past week.

Your breath is steady, and you are keeping up well with him. It starts to rain, the trail becomes wet, and you slip at some point. You fall, and this little happening seems to make you fall apart. You stay on the ground, and you don’t grab Pierre´s hand when he reaches out. At first, he doesn’t realize but then he sees that you are crying, and he doesn’t care about his outfit – he drops to his knees next to you and hugs you. You want to turn away from him, you feel so fucking weak and pathetic, and he sees you in that state. It embarrasses you; it makes you angry. You want to push him away, you struggle a bit against his grip, but Pierre doesn't let go of you.

“Why am I so weak?”, you cry softly in his shirt, but Pierre hears you. “You are not weak, mon ange”, he whispers. He pulls you a bit closer, like he is afraid that the rain will wash and carry you away. “You are the strongest person I know. I know that life is hard at the moment, and I cannot imagine how you are feeling. But you will get there, I know that!” “I feel like I am the absolute worst version of myself right now, and I just don’t see myself driving next year, but… But that´s all I have ever known, it´s all I have ever wanted!” Pierre still holds you close. The rain is coming down harder now, and you are getting soaked to the skin. You don’t care, it doesn’t matter to you. “If I know anything, I know that you will come back stronger next than ever next year!” “Why do you keep on believing in me, Pierre?”

“You might see yourself as the worst version of yourself right now, but I think you are the strongest, the fiercest version of yourself right now.” For a moment, Pierre falls silent. He takes a deep breathe before he whispers the words into your ear, as if he is afraid that they will be washed away by the rain when he speaks up or speaks them further away from you. “And I believe in you because it is the only thing that keeps me sane. I cannot even begin to think about the fact that you might not ever race again, because it would affect my life in so many ways. It might be selfish, but I would not get to see you as much anymore, and the thought of that is terrible to me. I want to be able to come out of the garage and walk over to hug you. I want to hear your laugh sound all over the paddock because someone cracked a joke. And, most importantly, I believe in you because I am completely and helplessly in love with you.”

You need a moment to take that information in, understanding what he just told you. “You don’t need to say anything, I –“, you stop him by pulling out of his hug and taking your face in both of your hands. The position is not really comfortable, but you don´t care. You press your cold lips against his and kiss him. He kisses you back, and you can feel his warmth seeping into your bones. The rain is still coming down hard, but all you can feel is Pierre's arms around you, and it feels like you have found a lifeline, like you have a new purpose to fight and return stronger than before.

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Language lessons

Grid x greek driver reader

Masterlist

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Side note : something relatively small because it's finals weeks so.... I have to study anyway to whoever send anon about James Vowels, I am really sorry but I do not want to write anymore for him so... I apologise.

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Words in different languages

F1 Vegas edition

That was the title of the video

It was media day, you had a love - hate relationship with your media duties, there are days you like being there but there is also days that you did not want to be there.

Today you loved it because you and your teammate Max Verstappen and Checo Pérez .

You would be doing a video with alpha tauri well technically visa something but you refuse to say it like that.

The video's idea was to line you up with your teammates and the two drivers. Yuki tsunoda, and Daniel Ricciardo.

First was Danny, then yuki, Checo, max and then you. The idea of the video is for the world to see some words in different languages and since it was the Las Vegas Grand Prix the words were inspired by it

The first word was Casino which Danny said then

yuki in Japanese kajino

then Checo dinero

max casino

then you answered : Καζίνο

the other four drivers looked at you, confused you ask them

" what?"

Yuki spoke up :" nothing it just sounds really heavy for some reason"

" well wait and see the rest buddy" you answered him

Again Danny with sphere

Yuki : "what is sphere? " someone from behind the camera showed him and he understood " safaia"

Checo : " Esfera"

Max : " no fucking clue" he said and triggered a laugh from all of them " I don't know i guess sphere?" then Danny butted in with a remark " I don't know make one" again laughter

Y/n : " Σφαίρα"

No reaction whatsoever and moved on

Danny : gamble

Yuki : Guanburu

Checo : apuesta

Max : gokken

Y/n : Στοίχημα? Έτσι δεν το λένε έχει ούτε κι άλλος πολλές λέξεις για αυτό ? " you say looking at your Greek friend which you got a nod from you looked at your driver friends looking at you confused" I was asking him if it was the right one because we have a few words for that " you said shrugging and your friends exclaimed in understanding

Danny : Poker

Yuki : poka

Checo : póker

Max : poker

Y/n : πόκερ

Again moved on

Danny : cards

Yuki : kado

Checo : cartas

Max : kaarten

Y/n : κάρτες

Danny looked at you and said " Greek sounds like Spanish it's crazy"

"well it does sounds like Spanish that's why I was able to learn Spanish easily dude" y/n answered him

Yuki then spoke again : I haven't really heard you speak Greek, can you say something quick like a sentence? " he looked up to you with anticipation

"what do you want me to say?" y/n said

" I don't know like a normal every day sentence like how are you and stuff"

" Ε.... Καλημ��ρα πως είσαι? Είσαι καλά? Is that enough?"

"wow it's enough! What did you say?"

"I said : good morning, how are you, are you okay? I have spoken in the drivers parade interviews in only Greek, haven't you seen it? Or anyone from here? "

" I have!" There was your team that answered and Max with checo the same time " I should hope so for my team but you and max? I honestly didn't expect it!" you said to checo who was now beside you on the left and on the right max.

The media crew came to tell you about the rest of the day what activities you had to complete like driving the floating cars ( or something I don't know what it is) in the sdame place in the desert.

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist!

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F1

Fernando Alonso:

It might be worth it for once

Do you dream of me? (cause you're a dream to me)

Late night shift

B-a-b-y, baby

I'm an Aston Martin

Lando Norris:

Text me first and I'll definitely text you back

Sergio Perez:

Illicit affairs

Carlos Sainz:

I'd rather have empty sheets than empty promises

Lance Stroll:

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 2

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 3

Jour 1

NHL

Sidney Crosby:

Screw the Lady Byng

Dream girl Part 1

Dream girl Part 2

Dream girl Part 3

Dream girl Part 4

Dream girl Part 5

Dream girl Part 6

Dream girl Part 7

Dream girl Part 8

Dream girl Part 9

Dress

Still the one

What I used to call you

Aleksander Barkov:

An autograph is fine, but your number would be better

[sunny44]

⊱ Formula 1 masterlist ⊰

↬ Lewis Hamilton

↬ Charles Leclerc

↬ Max Verstappen

↬ Carlos Sainz

↬ Lando Norris

↬ Pierre Gasly

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Thirsty

Checo Pérez x wife!reader

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Warnings: Really quite suggestive, everyone is thirsting over Checo + his neck. Awful nicknames of my own creation (Necko Pérez) I'm sorry. Badly translated Spanish

Notes: I'm so glad that people enjoy reading both my work and for Checo. And for the anon that requested this, thank you.

Request: Could you do Checo Perez with wife reader? He had an interview and the interviewer asked him to show his thick neck 👀. And he did. Everyone went a little crazy it especially his wife. A little suggestive and fluff. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: After a certain tweet subtly dissing Charles and Oscar, more people come to appreciate Sergio Pérez and especially his neck. -°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°--°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°-

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(A/n I was forced to crop them but his arms in this video are just a work of art🤌. So I put them in the first photo of the header.)

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Yourusername: misión completa. And apolgies to your eyes.

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Schecoperez: te quiero cariño (I love you darling) ❤

↳ Yourusername: I love you more 🤍

Redbullracing: ...we are going to pretend we didn't see this for the sake of the head of PR's welfare

↳Yourusername: Ly admin <3

Maxverstappen: Tw next time please. I need to go and bleach my eyes now

↳Schecoperez: reina del drama. Se me permite amar a mi esposa. (drama queen. I am allowed to love my wife.)

↳Maxverstappen: I don't know what that means....

↳Yourusername: He said that he's very sorry and won't try and traumatise you again in the future.

↳Maxverstappen: Oh! Thank you Checo😊

↳Schecoperez: crédulo

↳Maxverstappen: Hey! I can use Google translate you know

↳Schecoperez: Oops....

User1: I speak as one of a few 'fanpages' to be fortunate enough to be followed back by you. And on behalf of the entire F1 community, twitter is going to go wild over this...

↳Yourusername: Meh let them. Thay were the ones that helped to bring this to light...

↳User1: Being it to light? Does that mean this was a regular occurance in private?

↳Yourusername: With a husband like that? Of course.

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[formulawolff]

seeking comfort - s.p.

pairing: sergio pérez x reader

word count: 623

warnings: cursing, a little bit of angst, hate comments, hurt + comfort mostly!

"baby, what did we agree on at the start of the season?"

"that we weren't going to spend hours upon hours on social media reading hate comments," he groans, tossing his phone across the couch, "you should see some of the things they're saying about me!"

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"why should i read any of these comments when i know that they're not true?" you counter, crossing over to the couch.

it went without saying that the life of a formula one significant other came with its ups and downs. although your life was mostly filled with traveling to beautiful destinations, supporting your talented boyfriend, and watching endless circuits of racing, there were moments like this.

moments where your boyfriend, sergio pérez, lovingly known as checo, was laying on your bed at the motorhome, scrolling mindlessly through thousands and thousands of comments across various social media platforms. in your time dating the red bull driver, you quickly discovered that x and instagram were the worst apps, as the fans were downright vicious and cruel.

settling next to the driver, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, "baby, what are they saying?"

"that red bull should have never extended our contract," he exhales, "that i should never step foot on a grid ever again. that i always crash the car so why bother letting me drive? some of them are even telling me that i should kill myself. isn't that insane?"

although he's attempting to maintain a calm, collected exterior, you can't help but notice the glossy coat covering his eyes. how his lower lip trembles as you wrap an arm around his rib-cage, bringing him closer to you.

"oh, mi amor," the tip of your nose brushes his cheek, "i am so sorry."

"don't be sorry," the words are shaky as he fights tears, "maybe they're right. maybe i shouldn't have-"

"hey," your hand finds his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing his cheekbone, "stop that. you know that's not true. if red bull truly did not want you on their team, they would have found someone else to fill that seat."

"but i've fucked up so much lately," he counters, shaking his head slightly, "i've had too many accidents."

"that's why they're called accidents," you murmur, pressing light kisses all over his jawline, cheek, and temple, "they weren't intentional. it's not your fault that there were malfunctions with the car or the conditions on the track were not the best. you aren't the only driver having a rough season, checo."

"there's a reputation that comes with driving for red bull," as more kisses pepper his face, you can feel his demeanor shift, "i'm supposed to be one of the best drivers on the grid. i should be on that podium every damn race."

"then we'll get you on that podium," you find his hand, intertwining your fingers together, "you know i'm going to support you in every way i can. no matter what."

"i know," his lashes flutter as your lips connect with his nose, "you're the best, mi amor. i hope you know that. thank you, for saying the words i needed to hear."

"you know what else helps?" you nudge him playfully.

"what could that possibly be?" although he tries to remain grumpy, you see the corners of his lips curl into a slight smile.

"some cuddles," you offer, squeezing his hand, "i think you are in desperate need of those."

a laugh bubbles up in checo's chest, ringing so beautifully in your ears.

"you know what? i think desperately am in need of some cuddles too."

[regulus-lantsov]

Masterlist :

Pierre Gasly works :

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙French not Monégasque | PG10 part one˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x Ferrari!user ( she her )

genre: social media au,

warnings: cheating ( not really it's just twitter going wild ),

summary: in which everyone thinks user is leaning french for her teamate and riot when she isn't 🩷

fc: Kika Gomezand other face claims ( It's my first smau so yeah )

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

epilogue

Oscar Piastri

⁺｡˚⋆˙Kardashian who ? | OP81⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: Oscar Piastri x actress!user ( she her ),

genre: social media au,

warnings: Cursing, pr nightmare, kardashian slender

summary: in which the Kardashians are in their downfall era and yn is ready to be the one who burried them

fc: Zendaya

One shot

Charles Leclerc

⁺｡˚⋆˙Imagine being named like a tank ? | OP81⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: Charles Leclerc x iceskater!user ( she her ),

genre: social media au,

warnings: Cursing, overuse of the word bitch 'affectionate' , Charles getting bullied

summary: in which Charles is getting bullied by his best friend but doesn't care because he is a simp

fc: Evgenia Medvedeva

One shot

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? He was doing PR things with Max and she was just watching from the background with their kids.. He constantly broke whatever things they gave him and she was having a great time watching it, much to the horror of the staff. Their kids eventually crashed one of the Red Bull's video and chaos ensured. While Max just encourages them. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

Honey, they’re going to be the death of me - Sergio Perez x Wife!Reader

Plot:

It was a Thursday, typical media day in the world of F1 and today Sergio your husband had asked you to bring the kids along. Usually you showed them round the city you were in while he was off with the team filming stuff for whatever was needed of him by the social media team. But he wanted to see you today.

You had your 7 year old boy Diego who was the best older brother to his two younger siblings and he was currently watching his two little sister in the garage. He hadn’t taken to Sergios love of karting, finding the loud noises of the karts irritating and found a love for football instead.

The middle child, Isabella who is 5 had really gotten into Karting, loving the smell around the garage and was born on a very special race weekend, one where you husband was on the top step of the podium. She’s naturally taken to the car and was already looking at competing in the next few years when she got a little older.

Then there was Alexandria, the youngest who was still just a baby in yours eyes at age 2. She was so young that she hadn’t really taken in any footpath yet but was so very clearly a mummy’s girl. Just like her older brother.

Where you rarely had the kids in the paddock because of how busy it gets and you never wanted them to feel overwhelmed you just never really brought them. However this time Sergio was adamant that they come.

You were sat in the RedBull hospitality watching while Sergio and Max did loads of different team challenges. One where they were blindfolded with a mock track and a hot wheels car and had to guess which track it happened to be. Of course your husband split the pieces of track up from pushing the car to roughly before letting the small toy car slide off the table, a wheel popping off as it hit the floor.

The next thing they were given was a whiteboard and pen to film a top 3 video where they were asked what they’re top 3 things were.

So top three tracks, and Sergio answered with Mexico City, Spa and Baku.

But of course he also broke the pen, for the whiteboard pressing it to hard into it as he was concentrating on drawing a small image asked for.

You were loving watching him just look at Max with that blank confused expression as he showed the broken object to him in concern only for Max to start laughing, to the point he would sometimes choke.

Your kids were also finding there dads frustrations very amusing which was mainly why you were finding this as amusing as you were.

However, you turn away for one second to look at your phone, a text from your mum wondering how the kids were getting on at the track. A quick reply explaining to her it was hard to tell right now as the cars haven’t even started going round the track yet so you have no idea how bored they’re going to get.

In that one second, Max has beckoned your children over, and who are they to deny their beloved uncle Max, and the chaos has begun.

When you turn back round Diego has his face in the camera that they’re using to film. Isabella is sat on the floor under the table playing with the car and track that your husband had broken not so long ago. And then Alexandria was now sat in Max lap, yapping in her two year old way that made sort of sense but when you really listened was just a load of toddler mashup.

“What does this do?” Diego asked looking into the lenses of the camera while playing with the toggle on the side. The Young awkward intern next to the camera doesn’t really know how to reply and looks at you for help. While the other tries to coax Isabella from out under the table with more cars but off to the side away from filming. And eventually Max gets up to start tossing your daughter up in the air and her shrieks and shrills start to echo in the room.

“Sergio” you exclaim to your husband who isn’t helping whatsoever as you try to calm all three children down.

“Honey they’re going to be the death of me” Sergio replies.

“I’m so so sorry” you say to the intern as you finally manage to pull your son away from the camera. But just as you stopped one child the other two start. Max starts to chase them round the room and Sergio attempts to stop Max but he’s enjoying this just as much as the kids.

“Max” you exclaim trying to get him to stop while your son stays at your side cuddling into you laughing at his sisters.

“Look Mamá” Diego points, seeing Christian slip into the corner of the room. He has a confused look on that stern face of his making you walk over to start to profusely apologise.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m not meaning for them to take up your work day” you exclaim, sending a look to Sergio to try and stop Max from messing about with your daughters, but now Deigo has also joined in now that you’ve left. But instead of being chased by Max, he is now chasing his sisters alongside Max.

“It’s more than okay, it’s nice to see all of them having fun” he grins watching his staff try to calm everyone in the room down.

“They look more stressed than having fun” you giggle watching the team members all start to stop the chaos.

“Mmmmm no that’s most definitely fun” he says taking another look at the staffs faces loosening up the more they realise they cannot stop the chaos that is your three children.

Sergio comes over, pulling you in for a kiss, nuzzling into you when he pulls you into a hug.

“We’ve raised little nightmares” he chuckles. Watching the staff members slowly start to give in to what your children are doing and slowly starting to help Max play around.

“That we have” you sigh watching everything unfold, as more things in the room get moved and more things get grabbed that were supposed to be used for the video.

You couldn’t help but sit back and watch with Christian and Sergio, his one arm wrapped around you.

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[lieutenantfloyd]

✹ Sweetener — Sergio Pérez ✹

Instagram AU

Pairing: Checo Pérez x Figure skater! Reader

Summary: leaked paparazzi pics + the launch of your relationship with Checo over the GP weekend. (Evgenia Medvedeva face claim)

Notes: I'm still getting the hang of making longer AUs, but I'm very much in my Checo era right now and I've been wanting to make this one for a while!

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ynupdates: y/n today via her instagram story🔥

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user11: she looks so good omg

user32: I'm obsessed with this picture💕

icequeen48: Does anyone know where she is rn?

fan10: My friend and I saw her in Miami yesterday!

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f1updates: Checo leaving dinner with friends in Miami✨

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user59: vamos checo!

ynfan96: not to be that person but does anyone else think that these pics and the background in y/n's story look similar?

user012: yepppp

ynupdates

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ynupdates: y/n l/n and formula 1 driver Sergio Pérez spark dating rumors after photos leak of them together in Miami last night (via twitter)

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ynfan96: I KNEW IT

user15: this is a huge invasion of privacy wtf

user52: You can't even tell if it's them🙄

ynfan96: look at @ f1updates last post. and they're both in Miami rn

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yourusername: fit check 🏁

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popcrave y/n arriving at the paddock ahead of qualifying today at the Miami Grand Prix

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f1fan44: dating a red bull driver but wearing mclaren colors haha

user09: so it's confirmed then?

rbrfan36: or she was invited to attend like all the other celebrity guests...

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yourusername what a weekend! Thanks for letting me hang out @ redbullracing❤️

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redbullracing: We loved having you, Y/n!

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leclerc33: One of us! One of us!

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user57: I still don't know how i feel about this...

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[kathlare]

caught in the glow

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: After a whirlwind night at the Oscars, Amelie returns home to a quiet moment with Lando, where playful teasing and heartfelt intimacy collide.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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March 11th, 2024 - Los Angeles, CA

Amelie stumbled slightly as she turned the key in the front door, her cheeks flushed from the champagne and the thrill of the After Party. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her lips as she quietly stepped inside her family’s house in Los Angeles. The house was dark, save for the faint glow of a hallway light. Everyone was asleep—or at least, that’s what she assumed.

Her heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as she tiptoed through the hallway, clutching her small bag in one hand and her flowing gown in the other. She’d ditched the towering stilettos halfway to the door, the glamorous confidence they gave her long gone after hours of dancing and laughter.

The Oscars had been a whirlwind—a night of celebration and recognition that still felt surreal. But as amazing as it had been, there was only one thing on her mind now: Lando.

When she reached her room, she pushed the door open quietly, her brows raising in surprise when she saw the dim glow of the TV illuminating the space. Lando was sitting on her bed, his back against the headboard, eyes focused on whatever show he was watching. He had traded his usual stylish clothes for a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie, his hair slightly messy from running his hands through it.

He looked up when he heard the door, his face softening immediately at the sight of her. —There she is,— he murmured, his voice low but warm. —Have fun?—

Amelie grinned, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. —You could say that,— she teased, kicking her shoes to the side. She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took a slow step toward him. —What are you still doing up, though? Shouldn’t you be asleep?—

Lando shrugged, his lips twitching into a small smile. —Couldn’t. Was waiting for you.—

His words sent a warm flutter through her chest, though she tried to keep her expression neutral. —Well, here I am,— she said, her tone playful as she dropped her bag onto a nearby chair. —And guess what? I’m still in my dress.—

Lando’s eyes swept over her, taking in the shimmering fabric that hugged her figure perfectly. —I noticed,— he said, his voice quieter now, his gaze lingering just a second too long.

Amelie stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate. —What are you watching?— she asked, though she didn’t bother to look at the screen.

—Some... show,— Lando replied, clearly distracted as his eyes followed her every move.

She leaned down slightly, her hands resting on the edge of the bed as she met his gaze. —You don’t seem very interested in it,— she whispered, her tone teasing.

Lando chuckled softly, shaking his head. —Hard to focus when you look like that.—

Her grin widened at his words. —You’re too sweet, you know that?—

Before he could reply, she leaned in, brushing her lips against his cheek, her movements slow and deliberate. —Missed me?— she murmured, her voice a soft hum.

Lando exhaled sharply, his hands instinctively finding her waist as she perched on the edge of the bed. —You have no idea,— he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amelie tilted her head, her lips dangerously close to his. —Show me, then,— she challenged, her smile playful but her eyes dark with intent.

Lando’s resolve crumbled in an instant. He closed the gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Amelie responded immediately, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

She shifted, straddling his lap with ease, her dress pooling around them as his hands roamed her back, pulling her closer. The kiss grew hungrier, their breathing uneven as she pressed against him, the thin fabric of her gown doing little to separate them.

—Amelie,— Lando murmured against her lips, his voice thick with both desire and hesitation. —We should...—

—Shh,— she whispered, cutting him off with another kiss. —Just shut up and kiss me, Norris.—

And he did. His hands gripped her waist as she moved against him, her lips trailing down his jawline, leaving soft kisses along the way. The room felt like it was spinning, the world outside forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

Amelie’s laughter bubbled softly against Lando’s skin as she pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. His hands slid from her waist to her thighs, gripping her lightly as if he wasn’t sure whether to stop her or pull her closer. She shifted again, the movement sending a jolt of heat through him that made him exhale sharply.

—You’re impossible,— Lando muttered, his voice strained but tinged with amusement.

She leaned back just enough to look at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. —You like it.—

He didn’t bother denying it. Instead, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face as his thumb lingered on her cheek. —You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re drunk,— he teased.

Amelie smirked, trailing her fingers down his chest, letting them linger just enough to make him squirm. —Oh, so you’re blaming this on the champagne?—

—Maybe a little,— he admitted with a chuckle, his hands sliding back to her hips. —But mostly on you being... well, you.—

She rolled her eyes playfully but leaned in again, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was slower this time, less teasing and more intent. He responded immediately, one hand moving to the small of her back to hold her steady as she pressed closer.

Lando thought he’d have a moment to breathe, to savor the way she felt in his arms, but Amelie had other plans. Her lips traveled to his neck, planting a series of kisses that made his heart race and his grip on her tighten.

—Ames,— he warned, his voice huskier now. —You’re making this very hard to...—

The sound of the door creaking open cut him off mid-sentence. His head snapped toward it, and his stomach dropped when he saw who was standing there.

Checo.

Sergio Pérez stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of shock and instant disapproval. His dark brows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly as if he were about to say something but couldn’t quite form the words. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe with an air of authority that sent a chill through Lando’s already tense body.

Lando froze, his hands still resting on Amelie’s hips, his brain scrambling for something—anything—to say. Amelie, on the other hand, had a very different reaction. She looked at Checo, her eyes wide for a moment before she bit her lip, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

—Oh my God,— she whispered through a fit of giggles, leaning her forehead against Lando’s shoulder. —This is... this is priceless.—

—Amelie,— Lando hissed under his breath, mortified beyond belief. He felt like his soul had left his body as he stared at Checo, whose unimpressed glare hadn’t wavered. —Checo, I can explain...—

—Save it,— Checo interrupted, his voice firm but low enough not to wake the rest of the house. He ran a hand down his face, clearly debating whether to lecture them or just walk away and pretend he hadn’t seen anything. —Amelie, estás peda, ¿no? And Lando... really? In her parents’ house?—

Amelie lifted her head, still smiling but with a cheeky innocence that only infuriated Checo more. —I’m fine, Checo. And technically, this is my room.— She gestured vaguely around as if that somehow justified the situation.

—That’s not the point,— Checo snapped, his glare shifting to Lando, who looked like he wanted to sink into the bed and disappear. —And you, what the hell are you doing encouraging this?—

—Encouraging?— Lando sputtered, his voice cracking slightly as he gestured toward Amelie. —You think I planned this? She just, she walked in, and...—

—And you couldn’t say no?— Checo interrupted again, his tone cutting.

—Oh, come on, Checo,— Amelie interjected, her tone light and teasing. —It’s not like we were doing anything crazy.—

Checo’s eyes widened in disbelief. —Anything crazy? You were practically eating his face when I walked in!—

Lando groaned, covering his face with his hands. This had to be the most humiliating moment of his life. —I wasn’t... we weren’t...— He trailed off, realizing there was no way to explain himself without digging the hole deeper.

Amelie, however, was clearly not fazed. She climbed off Lando’s lap, smoothing out her dress as she approached Checo with a grin. —Relax, cuñado. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve walked in on something awkward.—

—Don’t remind me,— Checo muttered, shaking his head. His eyes flicked back to Lando, who was still sitting stiffly on the bed. —I trusted you, man. You’re supposed to be the responsible one.—

—I am responsible!— Lando protested weakly, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

Checo raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. —Does this look responsible to you?—

Before Lando could attempt another defense, Amelie stepped in, wrapping her arms around Checo in a mockingly sweet hug. —Oh, Checo, you’re so dramatic. Go back to bed. I’m fine. Lando’s fine. Everything’s fine.—

Checo sighed heavily, gently prying her arms off him. —Amelie, you’re lucky I care about you, or I’d be calling your dad right now.—

—Oh, please don’t do that,— Lando blurted out, the mere thought making him pale.

Checo smirked slightly, clearly enjoying Lando’s panic. —Consider this a warning. Next time, lock the damn door.—

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out, muttering something under his breath about “kids these days” as he closed the door behind him.

Amelie waited a beat before bursting into laughter, collapsing onto the bed next to Lando, who was still frozen in place. —Did you see his face?— she gasped, clutching her stomach as she laughed. —He looked like he was going to have a heart attack!—

—Amelie, this isn’t funny,— Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. —He’s going to hate me forever. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.—

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked at him, her laughter subsiding into a soft giggle. —Oh, relax. He loves you. He’s just being overprotective.—

—Yeah, well, I don’t think he’s going to love me after this,— Lando muttered, flopping back against the pillows with a sigh.

Amelie leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. —Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him in the morning. He’ll get over it.—

Lando looked up at her, his expression still a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. —You’re way too calm about this. You know that, right?—

She grinned, brushing a strand of hair from his face. —What can I say? I thrive under chaos.—

Despite himself, Lando chuckled, shaking his head. —You’re going to be the death of me.—

Amelie’s smile softened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was slower, sweeter than before. —You like it.—

And damn it, he really did.

Lando couldn’t help but smile against her lips, his frustration melting away as he wrapped his arms around her. As much as Amelie drove him crazy—in every possible way—there wasn’t a part of him that wanted to be anywhere else.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were still flushed from the champagne and the excitement of the night, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. —You’re going to make me regret this one day, aren’t you?— he teased softly, his voice tinged with affection.

Amelie tilted her head, her grin playful. —Probably. But you’ll like me anyway.—

Lando let out a quiet laugh, brushing his fingers lightly along her jaw. —Yeah, I probably will.—

She settled against his chest, letting out a contented sigh as she nestled closer. For a moment, the world outside felt far away, the only sound in the room the faint hum of the TV.

—Do you think he’ll actually tell your dad?— Lando asked after a beat, his voice low but still carrying a note of panic.

Amelie snorted, shaking her head. —No way. Stella would never let him. And besides, he’s all bark and no bite when it comes to me. You’ll be fine.—

—You’re too confident about this,— Lando murmured, though her reassurance did make him feel a little better.

—It’s a gift,— she replied, her tone teasing. —Now, stop worrying and just enjoy the moment. You’re with me, and I’m pretty great, if I do say so myself.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but his smile gave him away. —You’re impossible, you know that?—

—And yet, here you are,— she quipped, tilting her head up to press a kiss to his jaw.

He tightened his arms around her, letting his head rest against hers. Despite the chaos of the evening—and the mortification of being caught by Checo—there was something undeniably perfect about this moment.

This time, the kiss was slow and unhurried, a quiet reminder of everything they’d built together over the years—the friendship, the chemistry, and now, the love.

And even though Lando knew Checo would probably give him hell in the morning, for now, he didn’t care. Because in this moment, with Amelie in his arms, everything else just faded away.