#Lando was on that couch next to them and they did not give a shit

[finn95o]

More press conference lialex (don’t mind the gif quality I’m not a pro at this and I just wanted to compile their moments)

I know it’s just them talking the whole time lemme be

[pucksandpower]

Rock and A Hard Place

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of the Hungarian Grand Prix has your protective side clawing to the surface

Lando trudges into his driver’s room, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. The scent of champagne clings to him, a bitter reminder of the podium celebration he’d just endured. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he closes the door behind him, shutting out the world and its expectations.

You’re already there, waiting for him. Your eyes soften as you take in his dejected posture. “Hey, champ,” you say softly, approaching him with open arms.

Lando looks up, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a storm of emotions swirling in those color changing depths — disappointment, anger, and a hint of relief at seeing you. “Some champ I am,” he mutters, but he doesn’t resist as you wrap your arms around him.

“You finished P2. That’s still amazing,” you remind him, your voice gentle but firm. Your hands move to the zipper of his race suit, slowly peeling away the champagne-soaked fabric.

Lando lets out a bitter laugh. “Second place is just the first loser, isn’t it?” He winces as he moves his arms, the physical toll of the race finally catching up with him.

You shake your head, helping him out of the suit. “That’s not true and you know it. You fought hard out there.”

“I fought, alright,” Lando agrees, his voice tinged with frustration. “Fought with the team, fought with Will, fought with Oscar ...” He trails off, shaking his head.

As you help him step out of the suit, you can feel the tension radiating off him. “Talk to me, love. What happened out there?”

Lando sinks down onto the small couch in the room, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “It was all going so well at the start. Pole position, you know? I thought ... I really thought this could be it.”

You sit beside him, your hand finding his. “And then?”

“Oscar had a better start,” Lando explains, his free hand gesticulating as he speaks. “He took the lead, and I was right behind him. We were flying, both of us. But then the team ...” He pauses, swallowing hard.

“What did the team do?” You prompt gently, your thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of his hand.

Lando’s eyes meet yours, a mixture of hurt and confusion in them. “They told me to pit before Oscar. I undercut him, took the lead. I thought ... I thought they were backing me for the win.”

You nod, encouraging him to continue. The pain in his voice is palpable, and your heart aches for him.

“But then they started pushing for a swap,” Lando continues, his voice rising slightly. “They wanted me to give the position back to Oscar. Can you believe that? After I’d fought so hard to get there?”

“That must have been so frustrating,” you say softly, squeezing his hand.

Lando nods vigorously. “It was! I mean, I get team orders, I do. But this ... it felt like they were playing with me. One minute they’re helping me get ahead, the next they want me to give it all up.”

“Did you argue with them?” You ask, though you already know the answer from the tension in his body.

“For laps,” Lando admits, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. “Will probably has a headache from all my yelling. But in the end ... in the end, I had to do it. Three laps from the end, I let Oscar by.”

You lean in, resting your head on his shoulder. “That must have been a really tough decision.”

Lando’s arm wraps around you, pulling you closer. “It was. I ... I know it was the right thing to do for the team. But it hurts, you know? To be so close and then ...”

“And then have it slip away,” you finish for him. “I can’t imagine how that feels.”

Lando’s quiet for a moment, his fingers idly playing with a strand of your hair. “It feels like shit, if I’m honest,” he finally says, a weak laugh escaping him.

You lift your head, meeting his gaze. “But you did it anyway. That takes a lot of strength. A lot of maturity.”

He shrugs, but you can see a flicker of pride in his eyes. “Maybe. Still doesn’t feel great, though.”

“I know,” you say, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. “But I’m so proud of you. Not just for the podium, but for how you handled everything.”

Lando leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” you affirm. “You showed real team spirit out there. And let’s not forget, you started on pole. That’s incredible in itself.”

A small smile starts to form on Lando’s lips. “It was a pretty good qualifying, wasn’t it?”

You grin, nodding enthusiastically. “It was amazing. You were flying around that track like it was your personal playground.”

Lando’s smile grows, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “I did feel pretty good yesterday. Like I could do no wrong.”

“Because you’re talented, Lando,” you remind him, your voice warm with affection. “So incredibly talented. One race doesn’t change that.”

He looks at you, his eyes softening. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”

You shrug, a playful smirk on your lips. “It’s a gift. Plus, I happen to be your biggest fan.”

Lando chuckles, the sound warming your heart. “My biggest fan, huh? I thought that was Zak.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Zak’s got nothing on me. I’ve got the inside scoop on Lando Norris.”

“Oh yeah?” Lando raises an eyebrow, a hint of his usual playfulness returning. “And what’s that?”

You lean in close, your voice dropping to a whisper. “That he’s not just an incredible driver, but also the kindest, funniest, most amazing person I know.”

Lando’s cheeks flush slightly, but his eyes are bright as they meet yours. “You’re biased,” he accuses, but there’s no heat in his words.

“Guilty as charged,” you admit with a grin. “But it doesn’t make it any less true.”

Lando’s hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmurs.

“Luckily, you’ll never have to find out,” you reply, leaning into his touch.

For a moment, you both sit in comfortable silence, the earlier tension gradually dissipating. Then Lando speaks again, his voice softer now. “You know, even with everything that happened ... standing on that podium, I couldn’t help but think about how far we’ve come. The team, I mean.”

You nod encouragingly. “It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it?”

“God, yes,” Lando agrees, his eyes taking on a faraway look. “Remember when getting into Q3 was a big deal? And now we’re fighting for wins, getting double podiums ...”

“It’s incredible,” you say, your voice filled with genuine awe. “You should be so proud of the part you’ve played in that.”

Lando’s quiet for a moment, considering your words. “I am,” he finally says, a note of surprise in his voice. “I really am. It’s just ... sometimes it’s hard to see the big picture.”

You nod, understanding. “That’s why you’ve got me. To remind you of how far you’ve come when you’re too close to see it yourself.”

Lando’s arm tightens around you, pulling you closer. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “You were just you. That’s more than enough.”

Lando’s eyes soften, a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with the room temperature. “I love you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you reply, heart swelling with affection. “Forever and ever.”

As you lean in to kiss him, you can feel the last of the tension leaving Lando’s body. The disappointment of the race isn’t forgotten, but it’s faded into the background, overshadowed by the love and support between you.

When you finally pull apart, Lando’s smiling — a real, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. “You know,” he says, a hint of mischief in his voice, “I think I might need some help getting this champagne off me. Fancy a shower?”

You laugh, standing up and offering him your hand. “Lead the way. I hear you’re pretty good at that.”

As Lando takes your hand, his earlier frustration seems a distant memory. There will be other races, other chances for victory. But right now, in this moment, he has everything he needs — the love of his life, a promising career, and the knowledge that no matter what happens on track, he always has a home to come back to in your arms.

***

The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the table, casting dancing shadows on Lando’s face as he leans in, a conspiratorial grin on his lips. “You know,” he says, his voice low and playful, “I think I might actually be hungry enough to eat everything on this menu.”

You laugh, shaking your head in mock disbelief. “Everything? Even the fish?”

Lando’s nose wrinkles, but his grin doesn’t falter. “Okay, maybe not everything. But close enough.”

The restaurant buzzes with quiet conversation around you, a contrast to the chaos of the track earlier in the day. It’s a small, intimate place, tucked away from the main streets of Budapest — a hidden gem Lando discovered during one of his previous visits to the city.

“I’m just glad we managed to sneak out without anyone recognizing us,” you say, reaching across the table to intertwine your fingers with his. “It’s nice to have you all to myself for a change.”

Lando’s thumb traces gentle circles on the back of your hand, his eyes soft in the candlelight. “Trust me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

As the waiter approaches with your drinks — a local craft beer for Lando and a colorful cocktail for you — Lando’s phone buzzes on the table. He glances at it, a small frown creasing his brow.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concern coloring your voice.

Lando nods, but there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Yeah, just ... social media’s going a bit mad about the race. Some people aren’t too happy about how it played out.”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Hey, look at me. What matters is that you did what was best for the team. That takes real strength.”

Lando’s eyes meet yours, a mixture of gratitude and lingering doubt in them. “I know, I just ... sometimes I wonder if I made the right call.”

Before you can respond, a loud voice cuts through the restaurant’s gentle ambiance. “Oi! Is that Lando Norris?”

Lando stiffens, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as you both turn to see a man stumbling towards your table. The strong smell of alcohol precedes him, and his eyes are slightly unfocused as he points an accusatory finger at Lando.

“It is you!” The man slurs, swaying slightly as he reaches your table. “The guy who gave up the win. What kind of racer does that, eh?”

Lando takes a deep breath, his media training kicking in as he forces a polite smile. “I’m sorry, mate, but we’re trying to have a private dinner here. Maybe we could chat another time?”

The man ignores him, his voice rising. “Nah, I wanna talk now. You know what? None of the greats would’ve done what you did today. Senna wouldn’t have moved over. Schumacher wouldn’t have. Hell, even Hamilton wouldn’t have.”

You can see Lando’s jaw clenching, his earlier good mood evaporating. “Look, I understand you’re upset, but-”

“Upset?” The man interrupts, laughing bitterly. “I’m not upset, I’m disappointed. You had a chance to prove yourself today, and you blew it. That’s why you’ll never be a world champion.”

The words hit Lando like a physical blow. You watch as he flinches, the doubt and self-recrimination from earlier flooding back into his eyes.

That’s when something inside you snaps.

You stand up abruptly, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. The restaurant goes quiet, all eyes turning to your table.

“Excuse me,” you say, your voice calm but with an edge of steel, “but I think you need to leave. Now.”

The man turns his bleary gaze on you, a sneer twisting his features. “Oh yeah? And who are you to tell me what to do?”

You step closer, your eyes flashing with anger. “I’m someone who actually understands what happened out there today. Unlike you, who’s clearly talking out of your arse.”

Lando reaches for your hand, his voice low and urgent. “It’s okay, really. Let’s just ignore him.”

But you’re not about to let this go. Not when this drunken idiot is tearing down everything Lando’s worked so hard for.

“No, it’s not okay,” you say, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. “This man,” you gesture to Lando, “drove an incredible race today. He started on pole, fought hard for every position, and when it came down to it, he put his team first. That takes more courage and integrity than you could ever understand.”

The drunk fan scoffs, but you’re not finished.

“You want to talk about the greats? Let’s talk about them. Senna, Schumacher, Hamilton — they all understood the importance of teamwork. They all had races where they had to make tough decisions for the good of the team. That’s part of what made them champions.”

You’re on a roll now, your voice rising with passion. “Lando didn’t give up today. He showed exactly why he’s one of the best drivers on the grid. He proved he can make the hard calls, that he understands the bigger picture. That’s what separates the good drivers from the great ones.”

The man opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “And you know what? The fact that you can’t see that says a lot more about you than it does about Lando. A true fan, a true lover of the sport, would understand the complexity of these decisions. They’d appreciate the skill and the emotional strength involved, not just blindly demand wins at any cost.”

The restaurant is dead silent now, everyone watching the confrontation unfold. Lando’s looking at you with a mixture of awe and affection, his earlier doubts forgotten in the face of your fierce defense.

The drunk fan, however, isn’t backing down. “Oh, spare me the lecture,” he sneers. “You’re just defending him because-”

You don’t let him finish. In one swift motion, you pick up your cocktail and dump it over the man’s head.

Gasps echo through the restaurant as the colorful liquid drips down the man’s face, soaking into his shirt. For a moment, he stands there in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“I think,” you say, your voice cold, “that you need to leave.”

The man splutters, wiping ineffectually at his face. “You ... you can’t ...”

“She can, and she did,” Lando says, standing up to join you. There’s a new confidence in his posture, a glint of pride in his eyes as he looks at you. “And she’s right. About everything.”

The restaurant manager appears then, flanked by two burly waiters. “Sir,” he says to the drunk fan, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We don’t tolerate harassment of our guests.”

As the man is escorted out, still muttering under his breath, the tension in the room gradually dissipates. A few nearby diners even break into applause, offering you supportive smiles.

Lando turns to you, his eyes shining with a mixture of love and admiration. “That was ... wow. Just wow.”

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, the adrenaline of the moment starting to fade. “I’m sorry if I made a scene. I just couldn’t stand hearing him talk to you like that.”

Lando shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Are you kidding? That was incredible. I’ve never had anyone defend me like that before.”

The manager approaches your table, looking apologetic. “I’m so sorry about that incident. Please, allow us to comp your meal and offer you a bottle of our finest champagne.”

Lando glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you say? Fancy celebrating for a change?”

You laugh, the last of the tension leaving your body. “Absolutely. Though maybe I should stick to water from now on. I seem to have misplaced my cocktail.”

As you settle back into your seats, the other diners returning to their own conversations, Lando reaches across the table to take your hand again.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. “Not just for what you said to that guy, but for believing in me. Even when I struggle to believe in myself sometimes.”

You squeeze his hand, your heart swelling with affection. “Always. You’re an incredible driver. But more than that, you’re an incredible person. That’s what I love most about you.”

Lando’s eyes soften, a warmth spreading through his chest that has nothing to do with the candlelight or the promise of champagne. “I love you too. More than I can put into words.”

As the waiter arrives with a bottle of champagne and fresh glasses, you raise your glass in a toast. “To Lando Norris,” you say, your voice full of pride, “future world champion and the best teammate anyone could ask for — on and off the track.”

Lando clinks his glass against yours, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “And to you,” he adds, “my fiercest defender and the love of my life.”

As you sip your champagne, the earlier incident fades into the background. What remains is the warmth of your love for each other, the pride in what you’ve accomplished together, and the excitement for all that’s still to come.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter, good food, and quiet moments of affection. By the time you leave the restaurant, hand-in-hand, the difficulties of the race day seem like a distant memory.

As you walk back to the hotel, Lando pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You know,” he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice, “I think I might need to hire you as my official defender. You’re much scarier than any PR team.”

You laugh, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “Please, as if you could afford me.”

Lando grins, his arm tightening around you. “Oh, I think I could manage. How does a lifetime contract sound? All expenses paid, of course.”

Your heart skips a beat at the implication behind his words. “A lifetime, huh? That’s a pretty long time.”

Lando stops walking, turning to face you. In the soft glow of the streetlights, his eyes are full of love and certainty. “Not nearly long enough, if you ask me.”

***

The bedside lamp casts a dim light across the hotel room. Lando’s arm is draped lazily over your waist, his breath tickling the back of your neck as you both bask in the comfortable silence. The events of the day seem far away now, eclipsed by the simple pleasure of being together.

“I think,” Lando murmurs, his voice heavy with contentment, “this might be my favorite part of race weekends.”

You turn slightly to face him, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Even better than qualifying on pole?”

Lando grins, pulling you closer. “Well, maybe it’s a close second. But only because I get to do this every single night.”

You’re about to reply when Lando’s phone suddenly buzzes on the nightstand, the screen illuminating with an incoming call. Lando groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “If that’s Andrea calling to debrief again, I swear ...”

But as he reaches for the phone, his eyes widen in surprise. “That’s ... weird.”

“What is it?” You ask, curiosity piqued by his reaction.

“It’s ... it’s Seb,” Lando says, his voice a mixture of confusion and excitement. “Sebastian Vettel.”

Before you can respond, Lando fumbles with the phone, his usual dexterity deserting him in his surprise. Somehow, he manages to not only drop the phone but also lose his balance, tumbling out of the bed with a yelp.

You can’t help but laugh as Lando scrambles on the floor, trying to answer the call before it goes to voicemail. “Hello? Seb?” He says breathlessly, still tangled in the bedsheets.

“Lando?” Sebastian’s familiar voice comes through the speaker, tinged with amusement. “Are you alright? It sounded like you were wrestling a bear there for a moment.”

Lando’s face flushes as he rights himself, sitting on the edge of the bed. “No, no, I’m fine. Just, uh, dropped the phone. Bit surprised to hear from you, to be honest.”

You scoot closer, curious about this unexpected call. Sebastian rarely reached out unless he was attending a race, which had become a once-a-season occurrence since his retirement.

“I can imagine,” Sebastian chuckles. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”

“No, not at all,” Lando assures him, even as you playfully poke his side. “What’s up, Seb?”

There’s a brief pause before Sebastian speaks again, his tone becoming more serious. “I watched the race today. Quite a day you had, wasn’t it?”

Lando’s shoulders tense slightly, the memories of the race and its aftermath flooding back. “Yeah, it was ... intense.”

“I can imagine,” Sebastian says, his voice softening with understanding. “Team orders are never easy to deal with, especially when you’re fighting for the win.”

Lando nods, even though Sebastian can’t see him. “It’s just ... I don’t know. Part of me feels like I should have fought harder, you know? Maybe I gave in too easily.”

There’s a gentle sigh from Sebastian’s end. “Do you remember Multi 21?”

Lando’s brow furrows in confusion. “The incident with you and Mark Webber? At Malaysia in 2013?”

“That’s the one,” Sebastian confirms. “I was in a similar position to you today, but I made a different choice. And I want to talk to you about it, if that’s okay.”

Lando’s eyes widen, and he quickly puts the phone on speaker so you can hear too. “Of course, Seb. I’d really appreciate that.”

Sebastian’s voice fills the room, carrying the weight of experience. “Back then, I was young, hungry for success. When the team told me to hold position behind Mark, I ... well, I ignored them. I overtook him and won the race.”

“I remember watching that,” Lando says softly. “It was a big deal at the time.”

“It was,” Sebastian agrees. “And you know what? In the moment, it felt amazing. I won, I had proven I was the faster driver. But looking back now, I realize it came at a cost.”

You watch as Lando leans forward, hanging on Sebastian’s every word. “What do you mean?” He asks.

“It damaged the team’s trust in me,” Sebastian explains. “It strained my relationship with Mark, with the engineers, even with some of the fans. And more than that, it ... it wasn’t the right thing to do.”

Lando’s quiet for a moment, processing this. “But you were racing. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Fight for every position?”

Sebastian’s laugh is gentle, understanding. “That’s what I told myself at the time. But being part of a team means sometimes putting the team’s needs above your own desires. It’s a hard lesson to learn, and an even harder one to apply in the heat of the moment.”

“So you think I made the right call today?” Lando asks, a hint of hope in his voice.

“I think you showed incredible maturity and team spirit,” Sebastian says firmly. “It’s not easy to give up a potential win, especially when you’re in the position to fight for it. But by doing so, you’ve strengthened your team, shown your commitment to the bigger picture.”

You can see Lando’s shoulders relaxing as Sebastian speaks, some of the doubt from earlier melting away.

“But what about the championship?” Lando asks. “Every point counts, and I gave up quite a few today.”

Sebastian’s voice takes on a thoughtful tone. “Championships aren’t won or lost in a single race. They’re built on consistency, on the strength of the team as a whole. What you did today? That builds the kind of trust and respect within a team that can carry you through an entire season.”

Lando nods slowly, his fingers intertwining with yours as he listens. “I hadn’t thought about it like that.”

“Plus,” Sebastian adds, a smile evident in his voice, “there’s something to be said for karma in this sport. The goodwill you build up? It has a way of coming back around when you least expect it.”

“You really think so?” Lando asks, a hint of his usual optimism creeping back into his voice.

“I know so,” Sebastian assures him. “I’ve seen it happen time and time again. The drivers who put the team first, who understand the bigger picture? They’re the ones who end up with long, successful careers. They’re the ones who become true champions.”

You squeeze Lando’s hand, seeing the impact Sebastian’s words are having on him.

“Thanks, Seb,” Lando says, his voice thick with emotion. “I really appreciate you calling. It means a lot.”

“Anytime, Lando,” Sebastian replies warmly. “We’ve all been where you are. It’s important to support each other in this crazy world of Formula 1.”

There’s a brief pause before Sebastian speaks again, his tone lighter. “Now, I hope you’re not spending the whole night dwelling on this. You’re in Budapest, after all. Beautiful city. Plenty to celebrate.”

Lando chuckles, some of his usual cheerfulness returning. “Don’t worry, we’ve been making the most of it. Even had a bit of excitement at dinner.”

“Oh?” Sebastian’s curiosity is piqued. “Do tell.”

Lando glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Let’s just say my girlfriend has a mean cocktail toss.”

You can’t help but laugh as Lando recounts the incident at the restaurant, Sebastian’s warm laughter joining yours through the phone.

“Sounds like you’ve found yourself a keeper there,” Sebastian says, his voice full of amusement and approval. “Don’t let that one go.”

Lando’s eyes meet yours. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to.”

As the call winds down, Sebastian’s tone becomes serious once more. “Remember, Lando. What you did today? That’s the mark of a true champion. Keep that spirit, that integrity, and you’ll go far in this sport. And in life.”

“Thanks, Seb,” Lando says softly. “Really, thank you.”

After they say their goodbyes and Lando hangs up, he sits there for a moment, still processing the conversation. You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“You okay?” You ask gently.

Lando nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I am. Actually, I’m better than okay. That was ... wow. I can’t believe Seb called just to talk about that.”

“He clearly thinks highly of you,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “And he’s right, you know. What you did today? It was pretty amazing.”

Lando turns to face you, his eyes shining with renewed confidence. “You know what? It was. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still want to win. But maybe ... maybe there’s more than one way to be a champion.”

You smile, your heart swelling with pride. “That’s my Lando.”

As you both settle back into bed, Lando pulls you close, his voice soft in the darkness. “Thank you for being here through all of this. For defending me, for supporting me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You snuggle closer, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. “You’d probably still be on the floor after falling out of bed,” you tease gently.

Lando’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Probably. Good thing I’ve got you to keep me grounded, then.”

***

The early morning sunlight streams through the large windows of the hotel’s breakfast area, shining over the scattered tables. The room buzzes with the quiet chatter of guests and the clink of cutlery against plates. At a corner table, a group of McLaren team members are huddled together, their conversation animated despite the early hour.

You spot them as you enter, your eyes immediately drawn to Will Joseph, Lando’s race engineer. He’s gesturing with a piece of toast, apparently deep in discussion about yesterday’s race. For a moment, you consider joining Lando for breakfast in your room, but the memory of Will’s voice over the team radio, pushing Lando to give up his position, makes you change course.

With a bright smile fixed on your face, you approach the table. “Good morning, everyone!” You say cheerfully, your voice causing the group to look up in surprise.

Will’s eyebrows raise slightly as he recognizes you. “Oh, good morning,” he replies, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. “Lando not with you?”

You shake your head, your smile never wavering. “He’s still getting ready. I thought I’d come down and grab us some coffee.” Your eyes lock onto Will’s. “Mind if I borrow you for a moment? I’d love to chat about yesterday’s race.”

The other team members exchange glances, sensing the underlying tension despite your cheerful demeanor. Will hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Of course, no problem.”

As Will stands to follow you to a nearby empty table, you turn to the others. “I promise I’ll return him in one piece,” you say with a wink, eliciting nervous chuckles from the group.

Once seated at the new table, you lean forward, your elbows resting on the surface, fingers interlaced. Your smile remains, but there’s a steely glint in your eyes that makes Will shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“So, Will,” you begin, your voice light and conversational, “quite a race yesterday, wasn’t it?”

Will nods, his posture stiff. “Yes, it was. A great result for the team, all things considered.”

“Mmm, indeed,” you agree, your head tilting slightly to one side. “A double podium. That’s certainly something to celebrate.” You pause, your smile growing a fraction wider. “Of course, it could have been even better, couldn’t it?”

Will’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “Well, in racing, there’s always room for improvement, but-”

“Oh, I’m not talking about the racing, Will,” you interrupt smoothly. “I’m talking about your performance.”

Confusion flickers across Will’s face. “My performance?”

You nod, your expression one of exaggerated sympathy. “Your radio communications, to be specific. You know, I couldn’t help but notice how ... persistent you were with Lando yesterday.”

Will’s shoulders tense visibly. “I was just relaying the team’s strategy-”

“Were you?” You ask, your voice dripping with false innocence. “Because from where I was standing, it sounded an awful lot like emotional manipulation.”

Will’s eyes widen, a flush creeping up his neck. “ I... that wasn’t my intention at all. I was just doing my job.”

You lean back in your chair, your smile never faltering. “Your job is to support Lando, to help him perform at his best. Not to badger him into submission when he’s fighting for a win.”

“The team decision was-” Will starts, but you cut him off again.

“The team decision is one thing, Will. How you communicate that decision is another entirely.” Your voice drops lower, the cheerfulness giving way to a steely edge. “Do you have any idea what it does to Lando when you push him like that? When you make him doubt himself in the middle of a race?”

Will shifts uncomfortably, his breakfast forgotten. “I never meant to-”

“Of course you didn’t,” you say, your smile returning full force. “Which is why we’re having this little chat. So you can make sure it never happens again.”

Will’s brow furrows. “Are you ... are you threatening me?”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, completely at odds with the intensity of your gaze. “Threatening? Oh, Will, don’t be silly. I’m just having a friendly conversation with my boyfriend’s colleague. I’m simply pointing out that if I ever hear you speaking to Lando like that again, well ...” You pause, your smile widening to show teeth. “Let’s just say I can be very creative when it comes to protecting the people I love.”

Will swallows hard, his face pale. “I ... I understand.”

You clap your hands together, the sound making Will jump slightly. “Wonderful! I’m so glad we had this chat. It’s so important for the team to be on the same page, don’t you think?”

Before Will can respond, you stand up, your cheerful demeanor back in full force. “Well, I should get back to Lando. He’ll be wondering where his coffee is. Have a great day, Will!”

As you turn to leave, you pause, looking back over your shoulder. “Oh, and Will? Remember, Lando’s not just a driver. He’s a person. A brilliant, talented person who deserves respect and support. I trust you’ll keep that in mind next time you’re on the radio with him.”

With a final, dazzling smile, you walk away, leaving a stunned Will staring after you.

As you make your way to the coffee station, you can’t help but overhear snippets of conversation from the McLaren table.

“What was that about?” One of the engineers asks Will as he returns, looking slightly shell-shocked.

Will shakes his head, reaching for his water glass with a slightly trembling hand. “Just a friendly chat,” he mutters, his voice lacking conviction.

You smile to yourself as you pour two cups of coffee, adding cream and sugar to Lando’s just the way he likes it. As you head back to your room, you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It might have been a bit dramatic, but if it means Lando gets the support he deserves on track, it’s worth it.

When you enter the room, Lando’s just finishing getting dressed, his hair still damp from the shower. He looks up as you enter, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“There you are,” he says, crossing the room to take one of the coffee cups from you. “I was starting to think you’d got lost on the way to the breakfast buffet.”

You laugh, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just ran into some of the team downstairs. Thought I’d say good morning.”

Lando raises an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in his voice. “Oh yeah? Anyone in particular?”

You shrug, your expression innocent. “Oh, you know, just the usual suspects. Will was there.”

Lando’s eyes narrow slightly. “Will, huh? And how was that?”

“Oh, you know,” you say airily, taking a sip of your coffee. “Just a friendly chat. Nothing to worry about.”

Lando studies you for a moment, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more to this story?”

You set your coffee down and wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him with a soft smile. “Because you know me too well. But trust me, it’s nothing bad. I just ... may have had a little talk with Will about how he communicates with you during races.”

Lando’s eyes widen. “You didn’t ...”

“I did,” you confirm, your tone unapologetic. “Someone needed to say something. The way he was pushing you yesterday, it wasn’t right.”

For a moment, Lando looks torn between embarrassment and gratitude. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face. “You really are my fiercest defender, aren’t you?”

You grin, reaching up to smooth a stray lock of his hair. “Someone’s got to look out for you out there.”

Lando shakes his head, but his eyes are soft with affection. “You know I can fight my own battles, right?”

“Of course you can,” you agree. “But that doesn’t mean you have to fight them alone. We’re a team, remember?”

Lando pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, we are. The best team.”

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you can’t help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness. You know Lando is more than capable of handling himself, both on and off the track. But if you can make things even a little bit easier for him, if you can ensure he gets the support and respect he deserves, then you’ll do whatever it takes.

Because at the end of the day, that’s what love is. It’s standing up for each other, supporting each other, and facing the world together — whether that world is the circuits of Formula 1 or the quiet moments in a hotel room.

And as Lando looks at you, his eyes full of love and gratitude, you know you’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Because he’s worth it. He’s worth everything.

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we were drunk, it happens - pt. 4

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: pregnancy words: 1.4k

summary: lando tells yn he loves her after finding out she is pregnant

She wanted to cry. Y/N didn’t want to tell Lando about it. Not yet. She was only around 6 weeks along. Why did he have to find out now? Why didn’t Max close the door? Why wasn’t she more careful? What was she even doing here?

“Just leave, Lando!”, Y/N shouted and wanted to take it back as soon as she saw Lando wince. She pulled knees to her chest and buried her face in the fabric of her dress.

It was such a huge mistake to come to this Grand Prix. Everything went wrong in her life. She hated it.

Max stepped forward to hug his sister.

“It is alright, little one. Everything is going to be ok. Believe me. Just breathe. See, Lando isn’t yelling at you. He isn’t mad. Right, Lando?”, he said glaring at the younger man.

“No! No. Y/N. Why did you think I would be mad? You’re pregnant, right? That should make you happy. It is a baby. A little you. So don’t be scared, please.” Oh, he was so scared. He wanted to scream and wanted to throw himself out of the non-existent window. A baby? A little human? How would he take care of them?

“But. You are so busy and always travelling and we are so young. I am 22! You are not much older! How would we do that”, Y/N sobbed and was embarrassed for being this emotional. Damn hormones.

“Hey. It will all work. It is ok. We are going to be ok. We will have a baby. That’s great!”

Y/N used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

“You really aren’t mad?”, she asked, still not really believing Lando.

“No. I really am not. I am happy. I didn’t exactly plan for any of this to happen, but it is nice. Maybe you could come over next week and we could just… talk about it? Maybe it’ll make you feel better? Were you already at the doctors to get the baby checked?”

Y/N shook her head.

“Not, yet. But I have an appointment next week. Then I will find out if the baby’s ok.”

Lando nodded and smiled so Y/N finally allowed herself to calm down. He really wasn’t mad at her for being pregnant. He looked happy.

***

“Max! You don’t understand! I got Verstappen’s sister pregnant!” Lando stared at his friend, Max Fewtrell, in front of him. “This is terrible. We were finally getting along again after he… you know… realized we did it… and now his sister is pregnant because of me!”

“I get it Lando. But you can’t do anything. It is how it is. Didn’t you say you were happy about it? You told her you were. Did you lie?” Max hissed. “Bro you cannot lie to a pregnant woman. Furthermore, you told me you like her so where is the problem?”

“Yes, but we said no feelings! So, I cannot tell her that I have liked her this whole time! But she also shouldn’t be handling the pregnancy alone! Max!”, Lando whined. “I don’t know what to do.” The brunette flopped on the couch.

He forced himself to take a deep breath. He definitely had done something wrong in his life. Why didn’t he use a condom? Why…

“Stop beating yourself up, Lando”, Max said. “This is something great. You will have a baby! And you love kids. But maybe you shouldn’t ask yourself if you want to have a baby. If you want to have Y/N as your girlfriend. You should ask yourself if you want to be a dad and a boyfriend.”

“Oh, shut up. Why are you always saying some smart shit.”

“I don’t just say smart shit, I am smart. As the older one of us I have to help you and give you advice for life.”

“You are literally 3 and a half months older… that’s nothing… Max, I really fucked up this time.” Lando buries his face in his hands and sighed. “I want to be a dad. Really. But not yet? I am not ready for this. I am practically a kid myself! I cannot take care of a literal baby.”

“Well, either that or you tell Y/N you don’t want to have a baby and risk her hating you. Your choice, Lando. But don’t decide now. Wait until you know the baby is healthy. Talk to her about your concerns. Think about it. Promise me that, Lando.” Max looked at his friend.

“I will, I promise.”

***

Only an hour later Lando was standing in front of Y/N’s door. He really wanted to wait until next week but just couldn’t. He had to talk to her.

He knocked and only a couple seconds later the door opened, and Y/N was standing in front of him.

“Lando? What are you doing here? It is literally midnight!”

“I am sorry. But I had to talk to you because I talked to Max. Not you brother Max the other Max. My Max. And I want to be there for the baby. And I have feelings for you and I was so scared of telling you because I know we said no feelings involved but they are involved and I wanna be there for you and the baby when it is born and I know I shouldn’t be here at midnight telling you all that because I am probably just sleep deprived or so but. I love you, Y/N.” As soon as he finished talking, Lando took a deep breath and held it, waiting for Y/N to say something.

“That… was a lot”, Y/N finally said. “But I like you too, Lando. From the first time I saw you with those ridiculously good-looking curls and those blue eyes. I would love if you were involved in mine and the baby’s life.”

Lando just stared at Y/N and couldn’t really believe it yet.

“You… you like me too?”, he asked. He would have though Y/N would call him crazy and that she would say she didn’t like him at all, but he definitely didn’t expect this here to happen.

“I do. And you are an idiot if you haven’t noticed it yet.” Y/N said and smiled a little.

“Oh.”

“So… I have the doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do you want to come with me? Just making sure the baby is ok. I could use someone to talk to in the waiting room.”

Lando nodded. In that moment he was sure he was the happiest person on earth.

“Do you… no forget it”, Y/N started.

“Do I what? Tell me! You can’t start a sentence like that and then keep me hanging. Tell me!”

Y/N took a deep breath.

“Doyouwannastayherewithme.” Lando stared at her as if she was crazy. What the fuck did she just say? That was too fast for his brain at midnight.

“Huh?”

“Do you want to stay here? With me?”

Lando grinned and nodded.

“Yes! Of course. If it is really ok with you.?”

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The next morning, Y/N woke up with Lando’s arm around her waist. It was warm and she couldn’t help but notice how different it was to wake up next to him, knowing they didn’t fuck last night.

“Morning”, she mumbled sleepily. “We have to get up to go to the appointment.”

The man next to her just groaned.

“Too early.”

“No, sleepyhead. It is already 11 am. Get up.”

Eventually Lando got up and went to the bathroom and only an hour later they were at the doctor’s office.

The doctor was very nice, and Y/N could swear that the nurse recognized Lando but didn’t say anything.

“So, let’s take a look at the baby”, the doctor said as she poured some gel for the ultrasound on Y/N’s abdomen. She placed the probe on it and looked at the monitor.

Then she moved the monitor so Y/N and Lando could both look at it. She pointed on a few grey, black and white areas to explain some stuff.

“And here we see Baby A”, she pointed to another grey blotch. “And there we have Baby B. Both perfectly healthy.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“Twins…?”

The doctor nodded.

“Yes, you two will have twins. Congratulations!”

A/N: yes i did just post that on the wrong acc… but here we go sorry it took so long to write this! if you wanna be added or removed from the taglist pls tell me bc i don’t know who only wanted to be tagged for this series and who for all the other stuff i will write as well so you will be tagged for everything i will write (sorry i am too chaotic for this world)

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pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she has reservations, everything's a bit fragile for her and hes persistent

warning: self doubt

a/n: THREE UPDATES????

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f1gossip some snapshots of your fav f1 couples at Charles Leclercs halloween party last night!!

Tagged: charlesleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, estebanocon, flavybarla, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes

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-> user2 all she does is try and insert herself into WAG activities tbh

-> user3 right! she did the same thing when lando was still with you know who

user4 alex and charles in the third pic omg

user5 anyone else find it weird that a lot of the grid was invited but lando wasn't

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-> user7 IS THAT MAX VERSTAPPEN

-> user8 OMGG????

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It had been a couple weeks since y/n last saw Max, but the memory of the night was still fresh in her mind. Since then she had spoken to Max over text a handful of times. When the Charles' halloween party came around, she wasn’t entirely surprised to find herself standing beside him, his broad figure decked out in a Top Gun flight suit that looked almost too good on him.

He gave her an appraising look, clearly amused. "So, Rapunzel, huh? Looks like you were ready to let down your hair," he said with a grin, glancing at the long, braided wig she’d chosen for the night.

She laughed, giving a mock curtsy. "Only for special occasions," she teased.

As they mingled through the crowded party, he leaned down, an amused glint in his eyes. "So… does this count as our first date?" he asked, his tone light but a little hopeful.

Y/n smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up as she glanced sideways at him. "Depends," she replied. "Are you going to sweep me off my feet like a real first date?"

Max chuckled, taking her hand with a confidence that made her pulse quicken. "Guess I’ll have to step up my game, then," he said, pulling her closer into the crowd of people dancing.

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It was a quiet Sunday night, and the city’s noise was muffled by the gentle sound of rain tapping against the windows. Y/n curled up on the couch next to Max, feeling the warmth of his arm around her as they watched bones together in comfortable silence. His cats, Jimmy and Sassy, had claimed their spots on the other side of the couch, while her own cat, Gizmo, was nestled comfortably in her lap. It was a picture of peaceful simplicity, the kind of evening she never wanted to end.

Max reached for the remote, lowering the volume during a quiet part of the movie. She glanced up, and he looked down at her, eyes soft, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all night. Her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” he said quietly, his voice a bit more serious than usual.

“Of course,” she replied, straightening up slightly, her hand absentmindedly scratching Gizmo’s ears.

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. “I just… I need to know, Y/n, what are we?”

Her heart sank, the warmth she’d felt just moments before now turning to panic. She hadn’t been ready for this, not yet. The future, a label, something real, she knew that was what he deserved, but she didn’t know if she could be the one to give it to him. The words choked in her throat, refusing to form.

“Max, I…” she stammered, eyes darting away. Her fingers instinctively went to pet Gizmo, as if somehow grounding herself to reality, but it wasn’t working. The room felt too small, the air too thick. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can give you an answer right now.”

His face softened, though she could see the hurt flicker in his eyes. “I understand if you’re scared. I just want to know if I’m someone you want to try with. I’ll wait, Y/n. But I need to know if there’s something to wait for.”

The vulnerability in his voice shattered her, and she could feel the words bubbling up, desperate to explain herself. But the more she tried to force them out, the more trapped she felt. She swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears welling up, and before she even fully understood what she was doing, she stood up, gently displacing Gizmo from her lap.

“Y/n?” Max’s voice was laced with concern, but she couldn’t look at him. The room was spinning, and she felt like she was drowning.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely audible. “I just… I need to go.”

She grabbed her things, barely managing to gather Gizmo in her arms before heading to the door. She could feel Max’s gaze on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. Not when she felt so raw, so exposed.

The last thing she heard before she closed the door behind her was the quiet, broken way he’d called her name. And it stayed with her the entire way home, echoing in her mind as she fought the urge to turn back, knowing she wasn’t ready to face the fear or the love that waited for her on the other side of it.

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Y/n sighed, her eyes lingering on the messages Max had sent her. She replayed his words in her mind, but the part that made her heart race—the moment he’d asked, “What are we?”—had also made her freeze. She didn’t quite understand her reaction, why that question had shaken her so deeply.

It wasn’t that Max had done anything wrong. He’d been everything she could hope for—patient, caring, thoughtful. She knew she felt something real for him, that he’d somehow slipped past every wall she’d built since her breakup with Lando. But beneath that realization, a dark feeling had crept over her, like ink spreading across a page. She was scared. No, she was terrified.

After everything she’d been through, the idea of letting someone in again felt overwhelming. She’d barely managed to piece herself back together after Lando, and she knew that if things fell apart with Max, she might not have the strength to do it again. With Max, she’d fallen fast and hard, in a way that felt both thrilling and dangerous. And how could she not? He was almost too good to be true. Yet, she couldn’t shake the voice in the back of her mind whispering that trust like this came with a cost.

Her relationship with Lando had taught her so much. They’d loved each other, but they’d been unwilling to bend in the ways that mattered. There were too many conflicts, too many moments of stubborn silence. She knew, deep down, that they were never meant to be.

But with Max, it was different. He saw beauty in parts of her that Lando had once found flaws. The qualities she had found exhausting in Lando felt effortless in Max. He was everything.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to fall completely, because if she did, Y/n didn’t believe anyone would be there to catch her.

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Y/n had barely slept the night before, her mind stuck on the way Max had looked at her when he asked, “What are we?” She’d messaged him, asking to meet up, but now, waiting for him here, her stomach twisted with nerves. When she saw him walking toward her, hands tucked in his pockets, that gentle smile on his face, her heart clenched. How was it that he could make her feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time?

“Hey,” he greeted, his smile fading a little as he studied her face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, though the words tangled in her throat, refusing to come out. Max, sensing her hesitation, took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and patience.

“Y/n, talk to me,” he murmured, his voice a soft anchor.

“I… I don’t know why I panicked,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “When you asked what we were.” She saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes and felt guilt wash over her. “It’s not you, Max. You’ve been everything I could want.”

He looked down, nodding slowly as he absorbed her words. “But something’s keeping you from trusting this,” he said gently, sadness tracing his voice.

She exhaled shakily, looking away. “After everything with Lando, I just… I’m terrified, Max. The thought of letting myself fall again, of opening up like that—it scares me. If something went wrong… I don’t think I’d be able to put myself back together.”

He was quiet, letting her words sink in. Then he reached for her hand, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles. “Y/n,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “I know you’re scared. And I understand that trust isn’t easy when you’ve been hurt before. But I’m not him. I’m here now, and I want us—whatever that looks like for you.”

He tilted her chin up, his eyes meeting hers with a fierce sincerity. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with the emotions she’d kept buried. “You deserve someone who’s not this… scared.”

Max shook his head, his expression unwavering. “I want you, Y/n—all of it. The good, the bad, the parts you’re afraid to show. I know I’m asking for a lot, but please, let me in.” His gaze softened, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “We can take it as slow as you need. I’m here for that.”

Y/n felt a weight lift from her chest as she looked into his eyes, realizing that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to carry the fear alone. She didn’t have to be fully healed to let herself love him.

With a small, tentative smile, she squeezed his hand back. “Thank you, Max. For being so patient with me.”

A look of relief and warmth spread across his face. “You’re worth the wait, Y/n.”

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a wayyyy more wordy one for you guys

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(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter One - I Hate You

Is me starting another series before my dissertation a really bad idea? Yes, yes it is (but i had the idea and I need to get it written down asap)

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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"Get out of my apartment!"

In the doorway of a little two bedroom apartment in Woking was Y/N L/N. She had a bad on her back and at least three suitcases behind her. And in front of her was Lando Norris, her teammate, biggest rival and mortal enemy.

Lando stared at her, dumbfounded. "Your apartment?" He repeated, expression still shocked. "No, Zac said this one is for me."

"Then why did he give me a key for apartment 241?"

They held up the exact same set of keys on the exact same keyring. Lando let out a sigh through his nose as he pocketed his version of the key. "Somebody clearly has royally fucked up," he said and sat on the couch.

"I'm gonna call him," said Y/N as she put the key back into her pocket. She pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and dialled the number of her boss.

Zac Brown had been hers and Lando's boss for the last year and few months. He'd been dealing with hers and Lando's shit from day one, ever sine they revealing the McLaren car for that year. They'd almost gotten onto a fight on the stage in front of everybody.

Zac picked up the phone in just a few rings. "How're you liking the new place?" He asked in way of hello.

"It's great, Zac. Except it comes with an annoying little prick," Y/N spat.

There was a second where Zac didn't say anything. He saw this coming, had tried to mitigate it as best he could by telling Lando he'd be getting a roommate. Of course, he didn't say who that roommate would be: that would have just been asking for trouble.

But, then again, all of this was asking for trouble. Zac had been waiting for a call from at least one of them since he got into the office (he'd hoped it would have been Lando; over the past year he'd proven himself to be easier to deal with than Y/N, who didn't back down. No matter what).

"Get yourself unpacked, I'll deal with you tomorrow," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Zac put the phone down. He didn't say goodbye to his drivers, unless it was on race days. With nowhere left to go, Y/N dragged her things into the apartment. "Where's the second bedroom?" She grumbled as she looked down at Lando.

Without looking away from the television, Lando pointed behind him. But that wasn't helpful, since there was the kitchen just behind them and then two doors. "Furthest one," he said and Y/N dragged her bags through the rest of the apartment, heading to the furthest away bedroom.

The bedroom was sizeable, with a double bed and wardrobe already inside. But, other than that, there wasn't a lot. Y/N unpacked nothing but bedding and clothes for the next day. There was no way she was staying here, not living with Lando Norris.

***

Carpooling made so much sense when going to the same place as somebody, unless you hated that person. Zac watched from his office as two cars pulled up outside of the McLaren Technology centre.

The drivers got out of the car almost in sync. They both wore sunglasses as they strode towards the doors, Y/N's glare not visible behind her sunglasses as she followed Lando inside.

Things were clearly tense between them as they walked through the office. The drivers said nothing to each other, but their expressions said enough.

Where Lando took an elevator up to Zac's office, Y/N took the stairs. She ran up them, the two of them arriving at the same time (one of them out of breath and the other smirking at her).

She took the lead as they strode into the office. "Zac," Y/N began, but the CEO held his hand.

He wasn't like other bosses, he was a cool boss. But he was still there boss and, when he held up his hand, the two knew to shut up. "Sit down," he said, leaning back in his own chair.

Y/N and Lando sat in the seats on the other side of the desk. Her leg bounced as she waited for Zac to speak and Lando had his hands shoved into his pockets. Neither of them could ever agree on anything, except the fact that they're not leaving the room until they're not living together.

Zac laced his hands together and leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "You're both brilliant drivers," he began, "but you're both liabilities. You've both cost us millions because you keep trying to kill each other on the track. And your behaviour towards each other off track is bringing bad press to all of us at McLaren," he finished.

"We don't want to lose either of you as drivers, so we've come up with the brilliant plan to force you to get along."

Y/N's eyebrows were furrowed as she stared at her boss. "And if we refuse?" She asked him, placing one leg on top of the other.

"Then, we'll have to let one of both of you go. But the choice is yours."

But the choice wasn't really theirs. No matter what, they couldn't lose their seats, so they were just going to have to stick it out, suffer through it. Fuck.

The tension between the two wasn't just random. It had been brewing since their karting days. Even then they ran each other off the tracks and fought between races. Of course, back then it wasn't as big a deal.

There were way too many videos of when they were kids and they'd pushed each other off the track, gotten out of their karts and gotten into a physical fight. If they weren't so clearly talented, it would have affected their careers.

For the first few months of their Formula One careers in McLaren, the team thought they had made a mistake. If they weren't consistently in the points, Zac would have gotten rid of the both of them. But, truth be told, they were too good to let go.

So, he dangled this threat in front of them. Learn to get along or one of you is sacked. He'd thought about this hard, realised that this was the perfect threat. Y/N and Lando were so competitive that the thought of one of them losing their seat while the other thrived would have torn them apart.

"Fine," said Y/N. She stood up so quickly that the chair she was sat on, fell backwards. She quickly picked it up and rushed out of the office.

Lando said a goodbye to Zac and walked out of the office, rushing after her. He ran into the elevator just before the doors slid shut and stood beside her. They didn't look at each other, stared straight at the doors as the elevator took them down. "Sup, new roommate," he said with a smirk.

The elevator stopped moving and the doors slid open. "I hate you," Y/N said and walked out of the McLaren technology centre.

She drove her way back to the apartment in Woking in complete silence. Her grip on the steering wheel was so tight that it left imprints on her skin, on her palms and her finger tip.

How she didn't get pulled over for speeding, she'd never know. But the speed limit was the least of her concern as she made her way back to what was her new home.

But it would never be her home, not while Lando was living there.

***

Reluctantly, she unpacked her things. Hung her clothes up in her wardrobe and placed her underwear in the drawers. Y/N placed pictures of her family, pictures of her old F2 car, of her pets, of her car from the previous year up around her room. She pulled her lamp from her back and placed it on the bedside table, along with her phone, its charger, and her toiletries.

Lando had arrived home just minutes after her, but she'd already locked herself in her room. The only way they'd be able to get through this was by avoiding each other.

When her things were unpacked, Y/N sat on the bed and grabbed a book. A biography, all about the life of Enzo Ferrari. The one thing her room was missing was her sim racing rig, something her father was meant to bring up that day, but Y/N had told him to wait until she had somewhere new to live (which, we all know didn't happen. She was stuck in this apartment with Lando, whether she liked it or not).

Pressing her ear to the door, Y/N listened as Lando walked around. She waited until he walked past her room and into his own, shutting the door behind him. Only then did she walk out of her room to get herself something to eat and drink.

She could do this. All she had to do was avoid him.

Easy.

Taglist (OPEN): @biancathecool

[moonlight-records]

Favorite Days | Multiple drivers

who's involved?: ln4, cl16, mv33, lh44, op81 & bonus

summary: a glimpse into driver's favorite thing they do with you

warning: fluff. just so much fluff.

fc: n/a

wc: 1.6k

a/n: hi! holiday season is fast upon us and so is my chaotic work schedule! with that my series: playlist series, toto concert series, and rbdhh are going to take longer for me to roll out but i have not forgotten them!

Max loves nothing than being an introvert with you. If Max could have it his way, the two of you would just stay home unless necessary. How could he not? When he’s streaming and takes a moment to turn around and see you on the couch watching TV. Jimmy and Sassy both curled up around you as you lazily pet whichever one is close. The way you’re so invested and silently reacting when you aggressively toss a hand out in shock. When you catch him staring and point to the TV as if he’s been watching the entire time seeing the same shit she is and he can’t help but smile and return to his stream. His favorite was ending stream and immediately going to you. You shift a bit to make room as Max lays on you, hugging your waist and he melts when you run your nails through his hair. How you two could stay like this for hours and be content in each other’s silence. It was pure bliss.

Lando adores game nights with you. He adores how you are so not competitive compared to him for most things. While Lando got really into games, even like Jenga, you were so nonchalant about it. You just smiled and laughed at Lando when he went on his little rants or his little gloats. He knew that you knew it wasn’t that deep. Though his favorite was you two playing ‘Overcooked’. It was the only time you got serious about a game. Suddenly you were calling the shots and now Lando was the one laughing as you yelled at him for forgetting a tomato or something. He almost fell over laughing the next time you two played and you presented two chef hats and told him you were giving him some ‘call out lessons’. Lando got them mixed up which resulted in him screaming from laughter as you gently smacked him with one of the pillows while shouting ‘HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?’ It’s his favorite side of you during game night for sure.

Charles enjoys going on side quests with you. Charles really did try to balance his work and home life and he thought that he did well. Yet according to some of his ex’s they can’t handle all these random “side-quests” he takes (though he always made it a point to tell them). Yet, you are the complete opposite of them. You absolutely adored the random side quests Charles got to go on and was ecstatic when you got to join him because that meant more side-quests. You two getting lost to one restaurant and finding a cute ma and pop shop. Sometimes you guys would plan to hit a bar and end up outside, eating ice-cream, just people watching. Sometimes you two would just go out to walk and see where the day would take you guys. You were so easy going and just enjoying quality time with Charles that it was a breath of fresh air that he could be himself.

Lewis loves to spend a night in and cook with you because you always kept it interesting. The first time Lewis had ever cooked with you was in Brazil when he brought you to his house. You had insisted you wanted to help him cook and he let it. He had looked away for two seconds and whipped around to a very small fire starting on the pasta. You two swiftly put it out and Lewis couldn’t help the laugh as you apologize profusely. He reassured you that he is not upset or laughing at you but he’s laughing at the sheer shock of the situation. Lewis thought it was a fluke but realized the longer you two date that this is just you cooking. He found it both amazingly scary but truly enduring at your ability to take a simple dish and create some chaos about it. Though Lewis has now found peace in the chaos and laughter that followed along with the ‘how did you manage this?!’ ‘i don’t know this is a first!’ conversation.

Oscar finds the most mundane things exciting when you’re with him. Shopping his favorite thing to do with you. Typically, Oscar is in and out with the bare necessities for him to survive until another race weekend and only doubles during breaks. Though when you join him, shopping becomes the most interesting thing ever. It always starts with iced coffee and ‘we’re only buying what we need’ though you both know that’s far from the truth. He just happily pushes the cart as you walk up and down every aisle. Stopping to sniff the candles before getting both because it’s a ‘little treat’ and the ‘sale is too good to pass up’ (as if you were paying). He lets you pick out matching pajamas, board games, all the snacks and drinks. Oscar happily pays for everything and helps you load the car up and unload the car before you two are in your own little world for days on end.

Bonus!

Logan loves amusement parks at heart and it was bonus that you also love amusement parks. The two of you always made it a point to see if there was an amusement park nearby the hotel or track when he was in F1 and go check it out. When Logan was let go, he was absolutely devastated and really didn’t want to do anything. Though, when you mention that you’ve never been to Universal, Logan is rolling out of bed rambling bout how his parents had just renewed the family annual passes. Logan seemed to come to life after parking and making his way up the escalator with you and walking into the City Walk. The two of you went into Island’s first to some rides. You deemed the ‘Cat In The Hat’ ride was the weirdest ride you’ve done yet but overall, 9.5/10. You two then hopped over to Hollywood studios where you experienced the joy that is ‘The Mummy’. You two had a dance party in Spongebob’s shop under the pineapple (that you two were a little big for but still fit comfortably) before ending it with some Fat Tuesday’s and Voodoo Donuts. It seems that Logan can never have a bad day when he’s at an amusement park, sharing the joys of memories with you as he steps back, looking at all the photos he paid for from the rides smiling to himself.

Mick loves a good snow day. The days where there’s too much snow so everyone stays home. He loves making a cup of hot chocolate and just looking at the snow enjoying the quiet before you come in and gasp before disappearing. He turns seeing you come out about five minutes later, all bundled up and rushing out the door. Mick is quick to follow, bundling himself up before opening the door and getting a snowball right to the face. Mick shakes his head out before rushing you the best he can. He ends up tackling you, the two of you laughing and rolling in the snow as Nala, the Saint Bernard puppy you two had recently adopted, comes out and jumps around. She tries to eat as much snow as possible which you and Mick try to control so she’s not puking up water. The three of you (really you and Mick with Nala barking for support) make a snowman before Mick ushers you three in. Getting dried off, the three of you cuddle up under a blanket to watch movies.

Arthur loves playing music with you. Typically, Arthur is rather bashful about the music he makes as the imposter syndrome seeps in. Though when it comes to you, Arthur could sit for hours playing. His favorite is when you showed an interest in learning piano. The two of you on the piano bench, he guides your hand to the keys. Arthur rambles on about the keys and gently plays a scale before looking at you. He smiles seeing you try to intimate him, sticking his tongue out. It didn’t sound as fluid as him but you hit all the keys right. He gently places his hands over yours, guiding your hands to play the scale while murmuring about relaxing as you were so tense. It took you about three lessons to finally relax, which Arthur took as a huge win. His favorite is when he’s playing a piece and he glances over, seeing how you watch him with such a proud and loving smile. How your eyes sparkle in awe and how you whisper ‘wow’ as you watch him. He may never release his music to the public but he would gladly play all of them for you.

Toto actually quiet enjoys rainy days. He enjoys waking up to the sound of rain and watching the rain fall while he drinks his morning coffee. Typically, Toto would move as many meetings to Zoom as he could and only go into the office if necessary but there were rare days that he had nothing schedule when he wakes up to a rainy day. Now these days are his favorite because he loves watching you sleepily make coffee in one of his shirt. How you gently cradle your mug and take a sip and sigh in relief. Toto loves watching you shuffle to the living room and pick up your kindle before curling up on the couch. How you look up with a happy but sleepy smile as he sits next to you on the couch with his own coffee in the hand and blanket. Placing the blanket over both of you, Toto moved his arm as you cuddled up into his side. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he turns the TV on, gently resting his cheek on top of your head as you two spend the morning laying around. Rainy days were truly his favorite.

[lnfours]

i feel like youre the only one who could understand my thoughts rn, hear me out: uni student who is having a hard time being motivated and is justt feeling overall down about school and such. THEN, lando comfort, just being there and being so comforting (this is not at all inspired by my life or anything...truth, ive been having such a shit week and i just know that this week is going to be bad too and i really need comfort, but am lacking in the friend/boyfriend department and my phone calls with my mom are simply not doing it for me anymore. okay enough with the venting.)

i definitely, 100% understand your situation. school is stressful and hard, especially when you’re feeling unmotivated. remember to give yourself breaks as needed, and my messages are always open if you need anything ❤️

‘feeling 22’ birthday sleepover

the sound of the front door opening sounded through the apartment before his voice did, "hey, baby."

you looked up from your laptop, smiling softly at him from the spot on the couch that you had realized you'd been at all day. the sun was beginning to set, peaking in through the curtains in the living room. he walked up behind the couch, wrapping his arms around you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"it's five already?" you asked, glancing up at the time in the corner of your screen. sure enough, it was a little after five. you had quite literally been working on this final project all day.

he hummed, resting his head on top of yours, "mmhm," his nose absentmindedly nuzzled into the hair ontop of your head, taking in the smell of your shampoo, "have you been working on this all day?"

you nodded, sighing before pulling off your glasses, rubbing your eyes, "yeah and i feel like i've barely made a dent in it. i feel like no matter what i put, my professor isn't going to be impressed."

"he'd be an idiot not to be impressed with anything you do."

"yeah, but it needs to be perfect if i want to land that internship," you said, "and it's nowhere near perfect. no matter how hard i work i feel like it's not good enough and i just... i don't know what to do."

"take a break, baby," he said, "you've been at this all day. rest the rest of the night and have another go at it tomorrow or the next day. little by little."

you knew he had a point, but you sat there defeated as you tried to get yourself to close your laptop, "okay, yeah, just let me read it over one last time and then i'll be done for the night."

he nodded, "okay, just once though," he said, standing up again, "i have an idea, actually. i'll be right back,"

you nodded, letting him venture down the hallway and into your bedroom. he made quick work with his actions, gathering candles from your bedroom before placing them on the bathroom counter and lighting them. he started the faucet for the bath, making it the temperature he knew you liked before adding some of your body wash to the water.

once it was set up to his liking, he made his way back to the living room and you were still invested in the project on your laptop. he stood in front of you. gently closing the lid, which made you stop reading as you let out a soft sigh of defeat. there was no getting around it with him.

"c'mon," he smiled softly, reaching out and offering his hand for you to take. you placed your hand in his, rising from the couch as he led you down the hallway and to your bedroom.

"what're you up to?"

"nothing in particular," he smiled, and when you saw the bathroom you immediately almost broke down into tears. the candles dimly lit the room and a bath was drawn.

"lando," you gasped softly, his thoughtfulness making your heart flutter against your chest and reminding you why you fell in love with him in the first place.

he smiled, "you relax, i'll order us some food. how's that sound?"

you nodded as wrapped your arms around his neck, "have i ever told you how much i love you?"

he smiled, "once or twice, i can't quite put my finger on it though."

you laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "i love you."

"i love you more," he smiled.

you nodded in the direction of the tub, "how about you join me and then we order dinner?"

"i like the way you think."

[amberjazmyn]

unbreakable 💔🫶🥹

pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader, lando norris x fem!reader, oscar piastri x fem!reader and charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : with the lyrics of shane filan's song "unbreakable" we will see four of the f1 grid (m.verstappen, l.norris, o.piastri and c.leclerc) or their partner deal with insecurities, a verse or line or two of the song describing it

warnings : tears, insecurities, comfort

a/n : lyrics, as always, will be in bold italics and everything else in normal font and in lowercase and dodgy google translations if i'm not lazy and decide to do them lol. 

max verstappen:

when you lose your way and the fight is gone, your heart starts to break and you need someone around now.

you didn't know what to do anymore. you had lost your way and you had no more fight let in you, your heart was starting to break and all you needed, all you wanted was for max to be with you. but, he wasn't able to because he was in england for the british grand prix. and on top of that, you had been told specifically to not contact your boyfriend unless you really needed him and it was important. so, you had deduced after racking your brain if your mental health was important or not that, you would contact max so, you did.

maxie

maxie...can i call you?

hey schat, what's up my sexy girl? course you can call me, are you okay?

no, i'm not okay, maxie.

oh, okay um, yeh, of course, you can call me!

dial tone

y.n rings maxie

maxie picks up

"hey, schat, what's wrong?"

"i...i need you here with me...but...but i know you're not here and i just..."

"...hey, hey, slow down schat, what's wrong? you sound like you're crying, what's wrong?"

"i don't know, maxie, that's the thing! i just...i need you and you're not here!"

"oh, liefde, you're having a panic attack, did you remember to take your medication?"

"shit...i knew i had forgotten something...no, i...i completely forgot i'm so sorry maxie..."

"...don't apologise y.n, it's not your fault! you must have been so caught up in doing something else you could have easily forgotten. it's okay to forget! just take them now, do you have water with you and have you had food in the last couple of hours?"

"yes, i have water with me and i have had food in the last couple of hours, i had a chicken and rice salad actually..."

"...*giggles* that's good liefde, i'm glad you had a chicken and rice salad, that sounds lovely,"

"yeah, it was quite lovely actually...umm, i'm sorry for ringing you whilst you're probably busy..."

"...no, y.n, don't apologise, please. in all honesty, we're not even busy anymore and it's actually just me and checo left, the other drivers left ages ago,"

"oh, really? i thought you had interviews..."

"...no liefde, that's next week but, we talked about you and the rest of the wags coming with us, remember?"

"oh, yeah, we did talk about that, i remember now..."

"...okay, that's good y.n. sit tight alright, i'll be home in the next ten or so minutes, alright? i'll let horner know and he'll understand completely, besides, we don't have anything else to do today, so, sit tight, and i'll be home soon, i'll text you a white heart to let you know i'm on my way, okay?"

"okay, thank you, schat...i love you and i'll see you soon,"

"don't thank me liefde and i love you too, see you soon,"

less than a couple of minutes later and you had received a white heart emoji from max, letting you know that he was on his way home to your monaco apartment and he'd be home in two hours, give or take about twenty or so minutes and you could deal with that. so, whilst you waited for your f1 driver boyfriend to return home, you threw yourself on the couch after you had successfully taken your anxiety medication and turned on the tv, flicking through the channels until you found one that was coincidently playing a showing of your favourite movie, titanic. so, you kept it on the channel, grateful that it had just started its run since it was a three-hour movie, by the time max was home, there would still be at least one hour and a few minutes left of the movie for him to watch. even though max had at least seen the movie hundreds of times and knew the whole movie script inside and out yet still said in public that he didn't like it. so, with you cuddled up on the couch and the throw blanket and somewhat down from the panic attack you had had during the phone call with max, you watched the james cameron movie intently and with your full focus on the movie.

a couple of hours later and you heard the garage door open, even though you still felt shitty and gross from the anxiety and panic attack, you still felt yourself smiling knowing that your boyfriend, max was home and you were no longer alone in the big apartment anymore.

your eyes slightly lit up when max rushed in, a look of sadness in his eyes as he walked straight over to you, "hey liefje, het spijt me zo dat je zo lang op mij moest wachten!" max whispered as he pulled you in for a hug as you just rested in his embrace, titanic playing in the background hey love, i'm so sorry you had to wait so long for me!

"het maakt me niet uit, je bent nu thuis en dat is het enige waar ik om geef," you mumbled softly, tears that you had held back surfacing again as you squeezed max tighter i don't care, you're home now and that's all i care about

"ik heb je gemist, liefje!" max mumbled back as he hugged you tighter which made you feel more grounded and safe i missed you, love!

"ik heb je meer gemist. ik dacht dat ik zou imploderen of sterven voordat jij thuiskwam," you sighed as max nodded his head in understanding, he knew all to well what it was like in your head since he had gone through similar in his own mind i missed you more. thought i was going to implode or die before you came home

"ik ben blij dat jij dat ook niet hebt gedaan! laten we weer op de bank gaan zitten en het laatste uur van titanic kijken, oké? het gaat goed met je, je bent veilig, ik ben nu thuis en dat ben ik niet," max whispered as you nodded your head i'm glad you didn't do either! let's sit back on the couch and watch the last hour or so of titanic, okay? you're okay, you're safe, i'm home now and i'm not going anywhere again

moving back to the couch and throw blanket, thankful it was a tv commercial, you and max cuddled under the blanket again and rested against one another comfortably. watching the rest of the movie you two loved the most. and you felt unbreakable and it was all because of your wonderful boyfriend, max.

lando norris:

just close your eyes while i put my arms around you and make you unbreakable

lando had been inconsolable for what felt like an eternity. he had just missed out on getting a win during the russia 2021 grand prix and he was devastated. he had been so close to winning yet, it was slipped away from him because of the decisions that were made by him and his team at mclaren and he had just missed out on the win. he had been wanting a win for so long that when he was finally so close, only for it to be ripped out from underneath him, it was devastating and it was heartwrenching. you know you couldn't blame the actual winner of the race, and you wouldn't dare to because it wasn't anyone's fault, lando had slid off the track with slick tyres since they were driving in heavy rain. it was also devastating for you to watch your boyfriend lose all control of his car since he was living his biggest dream yet it was destroyed because of a mistake that cost him that podium and that win. all you wanted for your boyfriend was for him to become a world-renowned f1 driver and actually live out the dream he had for himself since he could remember. you knew lando would be upset but, you never dreamed he'd be this upset and cut up about it. in all honesty, whilst you were heartbroken and wouldn't dare blame anyone for this mistake, you thought it was complete bullshit that lando got seventh. however, you knew there was a small bit of delusion for believing he could have gotten higher than seven but that was just because of how hurt you were for lando. you really did want him to do better but, you couldn't be mad at seventh place either as he himself and his teammate, daniel, managed to get some points for the team so there was that to slightly smile about. 

but that was beside the point, now you and lando were home from the grand prix and your boyfriend was beyond devastated and crying rivers and you didn't know what you could do to help him or what it was that he needed to stop his cries. that was until you realised, whenever you were inconsolable and lando didn't know what it was you needed, he just asked you one simple question and 99.9 per cent of the time, it worked...

...so, you asked lando the very same question...

"...lando, do you need a hug?" you whispered after you had slithered yourself into the dark bedroom, lando hidden away underneath the blankets and bedsheets

with his head peeking out from the top of the blankets, his head nodded with no words spoken as you softly smiled and made your way over onto the bed.

climbing onto the bed and underneath the blankets and bedsheets, you scooched over to your inconsolable boyfriend and pulled him in for a hug as he rested his head on your chest, your hand covering the back of his head and the other arm around his waist. you could just feel lando letting go on your chest, his tears drenching your camisole but you didn't care, it was obvious he needed to cry until he was crying himself dry. all you did was hold him as tightly as you could when you suddenly whispered something else to your distraught boyfriend.

"...close your eyes, angel, you're exhausted, try and get some sleep babe..." you whispered as lando nodded his head, sniffling as you lowered the both of you further into the bed

you still held onto lando as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. the more sleep he was getting, the fewer tears were being cried which made you sigh a breath of relief. you were glad that lando was getting some sleep since the last few nights he'd been laying awake and overthinking and wondering the "real" reason why he spun out and lost the win in the way he did. and that was the worst thing about lando losing, it made him spiral into a cycle that was just purely unhealthy for him and this was the beginning of you getting him out of that cycle starting from this very moment as you held lando tightly as he slept soundly, his face still wet from his own tears that were slowly started to dry out on his cheeks.

just before you fell asleep yourself, at around midnight, you whispered one last thing to lando before you blacked out for the evening, "...i promise, one day my darling, you will win a grand prix and you'll be number one..."

and, lando heard what you said and he knew he had to continue powering through and not give up his dream just because he made a mistake this one time in russia. so, he trained and he trained hard, never giving up, getting podiums in third and second place, he was improving greatly. then, lo and behold, three years later at the miami grand prix 2024, lando won his first ever grand prix. you knew he could do it and you never doubted him for one second. it was clear that lando had the belief in himself that he could win and then, he went and did just that and it was clear at how proud everyone was of him. not just his own team at mclaren but everyone. including the other racers and teams. however, it hadn't taken anyone long to realise that you were the reason why lando had been pushing so hard and eventually getting this win in miami. 

oscar piastri: 

she stands in the rain, just to hide it all, if you ever turn around i won't let you fall down now, i swear i'll find your smile then put my arms around you, and make you unbreakable

it was obvious to oscar, your boyfriend, that something wasn't okay with you. but it pissed him off more than he'd ever care to admit that he couldn't figure out what it was. you were standing outside in the freezing english rain after the british grand prix and oscar was standing just inside of the house. the screen door closed as the only thing that parted you and oscar from one another. even though he could have very easily opened it himself and made his way over to you, he didn't. you had only just gotten off the phone, oscar knew that, it was obvious. however, you refused entirely to tell him what the phone call was about or who it was even though it seemed like it was important but also an urgent call since he could hear someone very loudly as though they were screaming on the other end of the line. he wasn't sure whether it was one of your sisters or an aunty but it was definitely a woman on the other line that was screaming. he couldn't tell but it was obvious that it was important and you refused to let your boyfriend know and it pissed oscar off because he told you everything yet you couldn't do the same for him? you couldn't even tell him about a phone call that sounded very devastating and serious? that was something that slightly annoyed oscar about you and, saying that was very almost never because he loved you too much. but, if he could say that there was one thing that annoyed him about you it was your refusal to ask for help or to be open, honest and vulnerable with him and it drove oscar up the wall. 

and it drove oscar so far up the wall that, this time, he didn't let you continue this blatant refusal of asking for help and being vulnerable with him and he stormed outside of the house. even with the freezing cold rain and demanded you to tell him what that phone call was about. 

"...y.n, babe, what was that phone call about? i am sick and tired of your refusal to ask for help and being vulnerable with me when it's clear that that phone call wasn't a good one..." oscar sighed, his arms crossed over as he panted out of breath whilst also trying to keep himself warm as you sniffled 

"...osc....i...i'm not vulnerable and honest with you because..." you trailed off, hesitant to tell oscar but, from the look on his face, you realised just how selfish and stupid you had been for never telling him these things and opening your heart to him when all he wants is to help you and comfort you 

"...my sister rang me...informing me that mum's dead...her cancer hadn't been shrinking like the doctors thought it was and she died in dad's arms..." you whispered, the rain aggressively hitting yours and oscar's faces as oscar's eyes widened in sadness - he had no idea at all that your mum was even sick let alone terminal let alone now no longer alive

oscar felt his heart shatter at the fact that this was the first time he was hearing that your mum had even been sick since that was something you had also refused to tell him. this then explained to oscar why your mum hadn't been coming to as many races as she used to since you and oscar had grown up together due to the piastri's and the y.l.n's being childhood friends themselves. tears well in oscar's eyes as he begged for them to not be released. 

"you...you mean to tell me that this is how i found out that not only was your mum sick this entire time but that she's now d...dead?" oscar only managed to whisper, his voice not able to be trusted properly to speak any louder as you gulped, nodding your head

"mhm..." you mumble, unable to make eye contact with oscar, in complete shame  that you didn't have the decency to tell him the real reason your mum was missing races rather then all the excuses you made up 

"...ah, that's why she was coming to less and less races with us..." oscar whispered again, sniffling, his head down looking at the ground, unable to look you in the eyes as you breathed shakily 

"...i'm sorry, osc. i didn't know how to tell you so i just--"

"--you didn't tell me at all..." oscar interrupts as you should have been mad at that but you couldn't because he wasn't wrong

even when oscar had given you the opportunity to tell you what was going on, because he had noticed. as he had fully noticed that something was going on but you still refused to say it. even when the rest of the grid could see something was bothering you, you still refused to be vulnerable and say anything. 

"...and i'm sorry for that osc, i really am. i just...i panicked. i very selfishly didn't want to tell you because i thought i was doing the right thing because i didn't want you to lose focus on the races. i knew that the moment you heard the news that you'd pull back and have the reserve driver take your seat and i didn't want that. and because of that, i didn't tell you something really important about my mum that i really should have and now i'm paying the price for it by telling you now that not only has she been terminally ill this entire time but that she's no longer with us anymore..." you rushed out as oscar finally lifted his head up from the ground and made eye contact with you, his eyes red and teary as your heart broke at the fact that this was caused by your own selfishness 

"...i'm so sorry she's gone, darling. i really loved your mum and i know just how much she loved you too..." oscar whispered, trailing off as you smiled sadly, your hand holding oscar's 

"...i'm sorry too, osc. i loved her too but i also know just how much she loved and adored the hell out of you too, osc. she was so upset when she found out that her chemotherapy would stop her from consistently coming to the races. i think that was her biggest worry and fear, not knowing when her last race with us would be..." you whispered as oscar's throat closed up, a small sob being heard as he closed his eyes 

"...which...which race was her last race of mine that she saw?" oscar dared to ask as the tears in his eyes betrayed him finally, slipping down his cheeks as he bit his lip as you smiled tightly 

"when you came second in monaco..." you whispered as another sob left oscar's mouth as he turned his head around, his thumb wiping away the tears from his face as he turned back around 

"...wow..." oscar could only barely whisper as he felt his heart break more than your own heart and that was maybe because she had been grieving silently whereas oscar had no idea, meaning all of his grief was coming out now straight away

"...have you gone to visit her since? like, at the hospital?" oscar whispered, moving closer to you as you shook your head, a sad pathetic laugh jolting your body

"i don't think i want to see her, osc, that's the thing. how selfish is that? how selfish am i? that i don't want to see my mum for one last time..." you sighed as oscar shook his head, you weren't being selfish for not seeing your mum but, slightly unfair for not wanting to tell oscar about any of it

forgetting about the fact that he had no idea about any of your mum's illness, oscar could understand why you were unsure about wanting to say one last goodbye to your mum. it wasn't that she was an abusive or awful mother, no way! your mom was a sweetheart, with her heart full of gold with basically no mean bone in her body. it was just, it had been months since you had seen your mom since her cancer diagnosis and you didn't feel like you deserved to say one last goodbye to your mom. i mean, oscar had just gone through this very same thing just last year, with his own best friend dying of cancer and he too felt somewhat of a hesitance to see his best friend one last time but, he just did it because he knew if he didn't, he'd surely regret it later down the line and, he didn't want you to regret not saying one last goodbye to your mom.

"...it is selfish, babe but, no way are you selfish. it's scary saying one last goodbye to your parent but, i promise, if you don't do it, you'll regret it. yes, it's hard, i know how hard it is, my heart is broken of the thought that i had no idea what was going on with your mum and never got the chance but, now i do. i would hate myself for the rest of my life if i didn't say oe last goodbye to her..." oscar trailed off, his eyeline filling up with tears again as the tears in your eyes slipped down your cheeks as you nodded your head

"...would you be able to come with me, osc?" you whimpered as oscar bit his lip and nodded his head, pulling you in for a hug and hugging you ever so tightly - of course he was going to come with you, like he said, there was no way he'd miss this opportunity after not getting it the first initial time

"of course i'll come with you babe," oscar whispered as he held you tightly

all oscar wanted in this life, in his life with you was for him to find your smile if you ever lost it and give you the feeling of being unbreakable. he hated how the world always seemed to knock you down piece by piece every so often. he just wished you were happier so, he made it his mission to make you smile and happier. and, that started the day you agreed to drive down to the royal london hospital so the two of you could say one last goodbye to your mum with oscar. just grateful that you two were even in london in general due to the insane working schedule of formula 1.

charles leclerc:

she finds it hard to trust someone, she's heard the words 'cause they've all been sung, she's the girl in the corner, she's the girl nobody loved

charles couldn't keep his eyes off of her and she couldn't help but hide away in the corner of the paddock at the monza grand prix. sure, she thought, he was utterly gorgeous and an amazing f1 driver but, it wouldn't take long before he threw her away for a better-looking, happier and prettier girl because that's what every guy that she's ever thought about having a crush on did to her. even though she thought how stupid it was to think that she'd have a chance with someone as talented and famous as charles leclerc, driver for ferrari, she couldn't help her innocent crush on the guy. and all it took was just one conversation after that initial first glance for the guy to turn his head away in disgust and run away from her. except, this time, it seemed to the girl that charles continued to make his way over to her rather than ignoring her. it was the middle of the f1 season and ferrari was still trying all they could to score one of their two drivers, carlos sainz jr and charles leclerc to win, all she was obsessed with was this cute monégasque cutie. the way she could tell charles leclerc was a monégasque cutie other than the fact she knew everything about f1 and it's grid of racers and that everyone who was an f1 fan knew where each driver was from, was that she was just as much of a monégasque cutie, if not more of a monégasque cutie than charles was. that was another reason why no other guy found her attractive because she was obsessed with f1, the country's gorgeous landscapes and it's love for their fellow monégasque, f1 driver charles leclerc.

she tried her hardest to turn her head around the second she noticed charles coming over to her however, it was too late it seemed like, "...hé, je m'appelle charles leclerc, je conduis pour ferrari, et tu t'appelles ?" charles questioned sweetly, as if it was something that she didn't know, his hand out to shake as she nearly combusted in fear hey, i'm charles leclerc, i drive for ferrari, and your name is?

"euh... hum, y.n, je m'appelle y.n. salut charles, ravi de te rencontrer..." she trailed off before almost face-palming in embarrassment as she then held her hand out to shake charles' uhh...um, y.n, my name is y.n. hi, charles, it's nice to meet you

"...y.n...c'est un joli nom...c'est un plaisir de te rencontrer aussi..." charles trailed off as well as she wondered why he had come all the way over to her when she was in the very corner of the paddock, not even that close to the ferrari garage at the monza grand prix y.n...that's a pretty name...it's nice to meet you too

"...pourquoi as-tu décidé de venir jusqu'ici ? ça n'aurait pas dû être si facile de me repérer parmi les milliers d'autres groupes de fangirls qui auraient sérieusement adoré que tu discutes avec elles..." she shyly asked as charles giggled, a blush colour suddenly arising on his cheeks why did you decide to come all the way over here? it couldn't have been that easy to spot me out of the thousands of other groups of fangirls that would seriously have loved for you to be chatting with them

"...je viens de remarquer ton accent... ce n'est pas le même que celui de tout le monde, tu es monégasque, n'est-ce pas?" charles questioned as her eyes widened in what she was shocked was a pleasant surprise i just noticed your accent...it's not the same as everyone else's, you're from monaco, correct?

"oui...oui, je le suis... comment le sais-tu, à part la différence évidente d'accent ?" she tried not to give away too much but, once charles had figured it out, it was obvious to him yes...yes i am...how'd you know that, other than the obvious accent difference?

"tu n'es pas aussi habile que tu aimes le croire. en plus, tu es monégasque comme moi, mais plus particulièrement à monte-carlo, c'est assez facile pour un compatriote monégasque d'identifier un autre monégasque. en plus, ton accent français est très fort, surtout dans une salle d'italiens," charles chuckled at the end of his explanation as she nodded her head, the shy monégasque girl agreeing that she couldn't be slick at all in front of charles leclerc you're not as slick as you like to think you are. besides, you're from monaco like me, but specifically monte-carlo, it's pretty easy for fellow monégasque to identify other monégasque. besides, your french accent is very strong, especially in a room of italians

"hah, je suppose que tu as raison, mon accent français est assez apparent lorsque je suis entouré d'Italiens. mais sérieusement, pourquoi as-tu perdu autant d'énergie à me parler? aucun mec n'aime me parler, ils jettent juste un coup d'œil et puis, au moment où ils décident de converser avec moi, je ne peux même pas ouvrir la bouche avant qu'ils me fassent taire avec leur propre voix et partent après avoir déduit que je ne suis plus très intéressant pour eux..." never did she mean for her voice to be harsh or mean but, this had happened every single time she had tried to make conversation with another guy that she even thought could be attractive to her and she didn't want to risk it happening ever again, even if it meant she sounded like a right bitch hah, i guess you're right, my french accent is quite apparent whilst around italian people. but seriously, why did you waste so much energy talking to me? no guy likes talking to me, they just take one glance and then, by the time they decide to converse with me, i can't even open my mouth before they shut me up with their own voices and then leave after they've deduced that i'm not very interesting for them anymore

charles softened, not at all offended by the girl's outburst and spoke up again but this time in english, "...because all those other girls and fangirls wouldn't have wanted to talk to me for me, they would have wanted to talk to me because i'm charles leclerc f1 driver for ferrari. whereas sure, you are also a fan and may know every little thing there is to know about me and my teammates, you're not as obvious about it...you don't shout out to the world that you're an f1 fan and, honestly, me and the rest of the grid appreciate fans like that just as much as we appreciate our really hardcore obsessive fans, that's why i wanted to talk with you...je veux dire, ça et tu es vraiment magnifique..." charles trailed off in slight embarrassment at the end, slipping back into the french as y.n's face relaxed and all of a sudden, she felt just as awful for raising her voice at charles then she did earlier i mean, that and you are really gorgeous

"...oh, charles, thank...thank you, that was very sweet of you to say. i mean, you're really good-looking as well..." she stammered, her arm covering her chest as charles smiled at the girl, her english just as perfect as her native french

"...thank you, y.n. that was sweet of you to say...*giggles* this must be so awkward for you since you've never been asked this before but, is it...would it...could i possibly, maybe over this weekend, take you on a date with me? since there's a two week break after this grand prix?" charles propositioned and y.n was floored, of course, she was - not only was charles right that she'd never been asked on a date before but, he was nervous as well?

"umm, seriously? like, you're not joking and none of the grid or your team principle put you up to this?" y.n just wanted to make sure she wasn't being played with or was the face of a bet as charles' eyes widened and he shook his head

"oh my gosh, no, absolutely not, y.n! not at all was i put up to this, the other guys didn't even notice me staring at you from our team garage! i don't even think they've realised i've strayed away and walked over to you, i genuinely want to take you out on a date and get to know you more, i truly think you're a lovely and sweet girl and i--"

"--oi, charles! get your arse back over here, we're about to get interviewed before the race, where are ya man?" his fellow driver, carlos, suddenly calls out as charles and y.n giggle, the girl bites her lip and motions for charles to leave

"eh bien, je suppose que c'est à toi de partir alors, charles..." she giggled, switching back into french, feeling slightly lighter and happier that she was going on a date with ferrari's charles leclerc as he smiled well, i guess that's your cue to leave then, charles

"... je suppose que oui, mais, euh, pourrais-je obtenir votre numéro de téléphone, juste pour pouvoir vous envoyer un message ou quelque chose du genre..." charles slipped back into his own french, trying to act cool as y.n smiled, nodding her head i guess it is but, umm, could i possibly get your phone number, just so i can text you or something

"...bien sûr que tu peux, charles," she smiled as she quickly wrote down her name, even though charles didn't need it, and her phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him of course you can, charles

"thanks, y.n, well, i'll see you soon i guess, are you staying for the actual race?" charles quickly asks in english as she nods her head with a smile 

"i wouldn't even think of missing it, especially when it's possible that my favourite racer in the whole of the f1 is driving his hometown race...go on mr ferrari, you're needed by your team. je serai là à attendre à la fin..." she smiled, speaking french at the end with a whisper, a surge of confidence seeping through her, rising on her tip-toes as she kisses charles' cheek at the same time charles was gonna kiss hers, making them both giggle i'll be here waiting at the end

charles then kisses y.n's cheek after she kissed his cheek and, they parted ways until they'd reunite at the end of the monaco grand prix and they couldn't wait. 

y.n was no longer the girl nobody loved but the girl everyone wanted to be. and, she was also the good luck charm apparently. by the end of the race, charles won his home race and carlos, his teammate had also made podium in 3rd place. 

fin

wow, this was a lot to rewrite but i'm glad it's finished since i really liked it. also, apologies for making oscar's really sad, i have no idea where it came from lol! also, i really wanna inclue carlos in these f1 grid one-shots but of the "group" one shots, there's always only four already written out so, maybe i could just add carlos on the end, idk though, lemme know what you think! 

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️!wifey for lifey!❣️

Pairing : Daniel ricciardo x Cherrie!

Word count : 6.2 k

Summary: in which a video goes viral of them being chaotically in love. Or in which there is no one that Cherrie loves more than Daniel, except maybe Sebastian vettel.

A viral video of moments where Cherrie and Daniel were chaotically in love.

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The first screen showed the cameraman struggling to keep his camera straight as it shook everywhere from his own laughter , filming the view that everyone in the lounge had of the two very different drivers .

Cherrie was laid back on the outside couch on the balcony , a large glass of red wine in one hand and a bottle of shaving cream in the other one.

Casually Humming along to a song that was blaring out from Daniels phone as she glanced down at her own phone that was left on the arm rest beside her , completely unbothered by the way that everyone was looking at them like they were insane.

They were. But being normal was extremely boring anyways , so why not be a little more unhinged than the rest?

It was a lot of fun.

Life was a lot better to live when you simply didn’t give a shit about what people thought of you anymore. You just had to do what made you happy, regardless of anyone else’s opinion on their strange behaviour.

And for them, love and happiness , well , that was each other.

Daniel was sat down beside on the couch, her shaving foam covered legs load ontop of his lap as he held up a razor in his hand, casually shaving her legs for he as he nodded his head along to the music too, both in their own little worlds , as usual .

Lando was sat on the couch opposite them , enjoying some time off in the sun while they had a break from their team meetings for a moment.

Sipping on a milkshake as he looked between the two of them in silent disbelief , sharing amused glances with the rest of their friends and team that were spread about across the room doing their own thing.

"You two are so strange.." he called over to them with a humoured grin , shaking his head. Not at all surprised by the scene that was playing out in front of him.

In fact this might have been the tamest and most normal thing he had seen them do together so far.

They weren't exactly known for being a normal couple who did normal things . Like, at all.

Daniel glanced over at him with a raise of his brow , tapping off the razor into the bowl of water by his feet before tilting her leg higher to shave at a different angle .

Cherrie not even glancing up from her phone , completely uncaring of the way that she was laid out in front of everyone in just her bra and knickers, a bright green face mask covered her face as she relaxed, living her best life .

"How? Because I'm helping my girlfriend be silky smooth? Have you seen this? I'm a fucking professional at this shit!" He said proudly , lifting up her leg in the air for all to see and running his hand over her now smooth and hairless skin.

Showing off his work to everyone around them proudly , getting amused laughs from all of their friends . Completely used to their shit by now.

Cherrie just glanced down at her now smooth leg, humming in approval as she wiggled down on the couch to get even more comfortable as he moved onto shaving her next leg.

"Fantastic work baby. But be careful asshat!" She shouted a little as he pressed the razor a little to sharply near her ankle, nearly nicking her .

Squinting her eyes at him when he glanced up and gave  her a cheeky little smirk. Pretending to do it again just to wind her up some more .

"if you cut me Daniel I will cut you twice as bad!" She warned him seriously .

not wanting another repeat of the last time he had accidentally cut her skin while shaving her, it had stung like a motherfucking bitch and even Daniel had been queasy from the amount of blood that came from such a tiny cut on her leg.

Daniel sighed loudly , grinning over at lando in amusement as the two of them snickered between them at her expense.

"She's so romantic! You really have a way with words honey..." he teased her , getting a deadpan look in return from his girlfriend before she went back to typing on her phone again, not paying them any mind.

He continued on happily , ignoring the way lando was filming the both of them while giggling to himself.

"You what they say baby- couples who shave together stay together!" He proudly informed them, wiping down her leg with the towel gently when he was done before grabbing a bottle of her moisturiser and massaging her legs with it . Knowing that it would help keep her legs soft like she liked it.

Lando looked over at him in amusement "nobody says that mate!" He said, shaking his head at him, pulling a face of denial.

Daniel just laughed , looking over at him smugly . "I do and what I say is one hundred and thousand percent true. Always.” He told him seriously before moving her legs off of his lap when he was finished .

Getting up from the couch and wandering over to the mini fridge to grab himself a bottle of cola.

As he walked back to the couch, he pulled on a piece of cherries long hair. Looking down at her green face from the skincare mask and pinching the tip of her nose, Cherrie slapping his hands away from her with a annoyed groan , roughly kicking at his leg as he walked past her with a loud laugh.

"We're like- complete couple goals! The kind that are in love forever . We'll be in the nursing home together and I'll still find Cherrie so hot that they won't need to provide me with any viagra . She's gonna keep my motor running for life!" He declared proudly , looking over at his girlfriend with a lovesick grin.

Lando gagged dramatically across from them, physically cringing at his words .

Cherrie didn't even glance up from her phone, too busy biting down on her bottom lip as she watched a video of Sebastian vettel that someone had edited to a sexy song in the background . Replaying it twice with focused eyes .

"Forever is a long time babe.." was all she muttered with a smirk , distracted by the videos of her favourite driver that she had a slight crush on.

Daniel gasped loudly , slapping a hand over his heart in mock heartbreak as he looked over at her with wide eyes .

"Forever is not long enough with you!" He cheesily exclaimed . Bedore leaning over her to see what she was looking at , immediately groaning out loud as he saw a familiar face on her screen.

"Oh not again! Come on! Vettel?! Really?!" He whined.

Having been forced to watch multiple of those edits of their fellow driver that she had found, being made to listen to the love of his life constantly gush about him like a lovesick teenager .

Cherrie just frowned at him "yes. Don't talk about my husband in such a tone!" She bickered back at him, winding him up like she usually did.

Daniel pouted at her "you're my wife! You're supposed to watch tik toks about me Cherrie! Not vettel!" He exclaimed while eyeing her judgmentally .

Lando laughed "she's not your wife. So technically that role can still be filled!" He wound him up as well. Enjoying the look on the older mans face.

In fact Daniel was turning almost as green as her face mask . Jealousy really was beautiful to witness sometimes.

Fucking pure entertainment for their friends to witness.

Daniel just scoffed, side eyeing him , unimpressed with his added on comment.

"In my head she's been my wife since the moment I met her . I'm just waiting for the green light!" He said while looking pointedly at Cherrie , hinting towards his last random proposal.

It happened almost every month no. It was becoming tradition at this rate.

She just glanced up at him, equally as unimpressed.

"I'm not saying yes to you panting at me to marry you during sex Daniel! That doesn't count!" She scolded him, grinning a little despite herself.

Finding it more than amusing how her boyfriend had a tendency to propose to her during sex all the time .

Only to whine to her the next day about why she didn't say yes , while she explained to him over and over again that she wasn't going to marry him unless he proposed to her properly .

Lando shook his head at him , laughing loudly at how much of a Daniel thing that was to do.

"Dude! You proposed during sex?!" He hysterically exclaimed , grinning widely at him, already pulling out his phone again to text all their friends to tell them about the new information.

Daniel would never hear the end of it from them now.

Daniel just nodded, completely unashamed by his frequent proposing during mind blowing sex.

“Yes. What man wouldn't? After being given the greatest orgasm of my life of course I'm gonna ask her to marry me! It felt right!" He defended himself loudly. Believing that it was the perfect time to propose to the love of his life .

Cherrie rolled her eyes at him , lifting up her foot till it landed on his head. Leaving it there while he pretend to play the drums on her leg as she sighed dreamily .

“Sebastian wouldn't do that to me. I bet you he'd be more romantic." She teased him.

Daniel scoffed , immediately looking offended at her statement .

"There's no one more romantic than me baby! Remember that cake I made you just because? I even gave you a flower from the garden with it! That's romantic!" He argued, clearly proud of himself .

Cherrie looked over at him like he had suddenly grown a third head "you gave me food poisoning Danny! And that wasn't a flower, you gave me a weed! It had a spider on it too!" She reminded him , amusement written across her face as she thought about his idea of 'romance'.

Daniel paused , ignoring lando crying tears of laughter across from them.

He just pursed his lips and side eyed his grinning girlfriend judgmentally.

"it's the thought that counts. We're going to be together forever Cherrie so there's a lifetime of romance awaiting you! Don't worry!" He promised her .

She didn't believe him.

Giggling to herself "I don't know man , forever is wayyyyy too long. What if I want another man?" She joked about .

Lando easily played along with her "yeah. You guys could have an open marriage . Then you could still get with vettel!"

She gasped loudly , grinning slyly at him .

“fantastic idea mate!" She leaned over to High five him happily.

Meanwhile Daniel was sat back against the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at them with a unimpressed look on his face.

"Absolutely not! I'm the only man you will ever need.  Why do you need anyone else when you have me? The most handsome , amazing , smart and incredibly funny - and charismatic-" he started to list of all of his greatest traits.

Cherrie looked over to the camera with a amused quirk of her brow .

"My boyfriend is incredibly modest as you can see!" She snickered loudly , the cameraman chuckling with her.

Daniel just picked her up in his arms making her squeal , spinning her around and around until they both got dizzy .

Lando yelping as they both stumbled down ontop of him, Crushing him in a heap of giggles .

"Get off me you weirdos!" He shouted while grinning as he tried to push them off of him unsuccessfully.

Looking over at the camera with a helpless look on his face .

"You see what I have to put up with?" He simply said.

The next video showed them at a press conference with Sebastian and max, Daniel seated at the end of the table beside vettel , then max in the middle and her at the other end beside him.

Daniel leaning back in his seat and stretching his hand out dramatically to her , pouting like a child.

"You're so far away! We'll see eachother again my love! I know that you can't stand being so far away from me for long!” He called over to her loudly , grinning cheekily making the rest of the room laugh at his usual dramatics.

Cherrie didn't even look at him, fiddling with her bottle of water with a unbothered look on her face.

The complete opposite of Daniel who couldn’t stop smiling at her if he tried.

"I don't even know him. He's just a strange fan that won't leave me alone." She told them with a completely straight face .

Max and Sebastian chuckled together as Daniel leant foward In his seat to see her better , looking down at her on the other end of the table with a wide grin on his face.

"You're biggest fan baby! Will you sign my boobs?" He asked her playfully . Wiggling his eyebrows at her jokingly .

Cherrie just grinned "where's security?!" Was all she said bedore looking back at the reporter that Daniel had cut off mid sentence .

"What was the question again?"

The man just smiled , amused by the couple in front of him.

“I asked what are you're favourite things to do with your time off?" He asked her politely.

Cherrie hummed thoughtfully , not even looking at max as she reached her arm over to his side and knocked his redbull bottle off of the table , putting her Ferrari one in it's spot instead.

Max shaking his head at her with a grin as he picked up his fallen bottle and put it back on the table again, Daniel and Sebastian laughing at them.

"Sex, food and sleep. They're my favourite things to do." She bluntly answered .

Ignoring the way her press officer that was in charge of making sure she didn't say anything wrong to the media , was face palming in the corner of the room at her answer .

Daniel nodded his head along in agreement, pulling a impressed face . "In exactly that order too. She's an animal! She made me go out and get her a burger right after the third round of the best sex of my entire life-" he told them proudly , grinning at Cherrie with hearts in his eyes.

Sebastian grimaced openly beside him, eyeing them both in amusement .

"That's something known as too much information Daniel. Everything I have learnt about your relationship has been against my will." He informed him while laughing , unable to help it.

All the other drivers were used to hearing Cherrie and Daniel loudly , and bluntly detail the ins and outs of their relationship in explicit details . Not one moment went unshared.

Sebastian even knew that Cherrie was incredibly flexible now, and apparently she could contort her body into any shape possible.

Something that Daniel had proudly gushed to them about after disappearing with her for an hour while at a party.

Daniel looked over at him, gasping loudly as he remembered something .

“Do you know that my girlfriend said that she'd leave me for you?" He told him honestly , happily throwing her under the bus.

Cherrie just nodded her head along in agreement , unashamed of her crush as she leaned forward in her seat and winked at Sebastian cheekily.

"Anytime . Anywhere baby!" She joked , wiggling her eyebrows teasingly at the older driver .

Sebastian went red and laughed as he sunk further down in his seat to avoid her flirtatious looks.

Max laughing loudly beside her as he tilted his head at her in amusement.

“You fancy seb?" He asked her . Unaware of her mild infatuation on him.

Bedore she could even answer his question herself , Daniel let out a loud, disbelieving scoff.

Throwing his hands in the air dramatically "fancy? I have had to listen to her go on and on about how dreamy he is! She watches all those edits of him and she's even got a blanket with his face on! We sleep with Sebastian Vettel on our bed!" He exclaimed.

Sebastian groaned long and hard , mortified "oh my god. Don't say it like that!"

The whole room was giggling at them. The cameras filming the wide eyes of Daniel and the proud smirk on cherries lips , max giggling away while Sebastian was covering his face in embarrassment, laughing to himself , completely flustered by them .

"Sebastian is the love of my life. Daniel is just my boy toy!" She said to them . Smirking over at him.

Daniel laughed , nudging a reddening Sebastian in his arm repeatedly.

"You see what you've done? You've reduced me to a sex toy for her!" He joked , finding it all hilarious. The couple Not taking anything seriously . Ever.

Sebastian looked between them in disbelief , laughing .

“It's not my fault!" He exclaimed amused.

Cherrie leant foward on the table to look at him , shaking her head in denial .

"Yes it is! It's your fault for being so gorgeous! I mean look at those eyes!" She gushed . Before Lifting up her phone from the table to take a photo of his blushing face.

Totally screensaver material right there. Daniel was definitely getting replaced as her lock screen now.

Sebastian rolled said eyes at her, used to her teasing him by now. He was her teammate after all.

"I don't know how Daniel puts up with you." He stated while smiling. Balling up a piece of paper that was in front of him and throwing it at her head.

She just at picked it up and held it in both hands with a dramatic , dreamy sigh. "I'll treasure this forever baby!"

Daniel laughed loudly , grinning like a maniac at his equally a menace girlfriend .

They were made for each other .

"That's the love of my life! Isn't she perfect?" He then stated proudly to the cameras .

Leaving Sebastian to side eye the both of them, raising a judgmental brow to the camera silently.

Then the video changed to another one of their interviews where they were being filmed alongside Charles and Carlos .

Daniel was telling the interviewer about how much he enjoyed spending the holidays with cherries family, pulling up a photo on his phone to show the camera proudly.

A picture of him beside a shorter Italian man who was glaring up at him , both of them dressed in matching Christian Pyjamas while Daniel had his arm thrown around his shoulders with his usual bright grin.

"That's her dad. He loves me." He told them all with a beaming smile.

Cherrie shaking her head at him with a smirk , chuckling beneath her breath.

Charles and Carlos looked at him with wide eyes, glancing between the photo and Daniel in disbelief.

"He looks like he wants to kill you mate!" Charles told him with a laugh .

Daniel just grinned uncaringly . "Nah that's just his face. I'm his favourite person in the world." He stated matter of factly . Lying.

Cherrie side eyed him "he threw a chair at you baby!” She reminded him , beyond amused.

Carlos and Charles both gasped , bursting into surprised laughter as they looked between the two of them in shock.

"What?!"

Charles giggled "he threw a chair at Daniel? What did you do?!" He looked at Daniel expecting him to have done something to deserve it.

Daniel just looked at the both of them , completely unbothered by the fact that her father had indeed thrown a chair at him over the holidays.

"oh yeah that was an intense game of jenga!”He said casually as though it was no big deal that her father threw a chair at him.

"Her dad doesn't like losing." He then added as an afterthought .

Carlos giggled loudly "no shit." He said with wide eyes.

Daniel persisted on, determine to convince them of her fathers love for him.

"He really does love me though. I bought him a huge tv for Christmas and he even gave me a hug! That definitely got me brownie points!" He stated to them

proudly.

Cherrie just laughed , looking at her friends with a grin as she told them.

"He's always annoyed my dad. I used to come home, this was before we were even together by the way-" she gave Daniel a pointed glance.

"and he would be in my house annoying my dad. He would be hitting him with a brush trying to get him to leave him alone but Daniel would just follow him around and talk and talk and talk-" she giggled. Shaking her head at the fond memories .

"He drove him mad! He would just randomly call up

My dad to talk about his day and to tell him that he was going to be my boyfriend soon. Even when I was dating somebody else at the time!" She exclaimed , still in awe by the steel balls he had to have to do that back then. Saying it to her father of all people too.

It was such a Daniel thing to do.

Daniel just shrugged casually , grinning At the way Charles and Carlos were laughing at him.

"I knew that one day he was going to be my future father in law so I had to get him to like me somehow .” He simply replied.

Charles laughed "by annoying him? How was that getting him to like you?!" He grinned .

Daniel just scoffed "trust me. I am the favourite boyfriend that she's ever had. He absolutely hated Jake!" He remembered the man smugly.

Mentioning the one boyfriend that he had to sit back and wait to disappear so  that he could jump in and bug Cherrie to date him instead.

He had stubbornly followed her around the whole summer , refusing to give up until she gave him a chance .

It had taken her six months to give in and go on a date with him.

And Daniel hasn't left her side since.

Cherries titled her head , humming in agreement. Wincing a little at the reminder of her ex boyfriend.

"He does like you better than Jake." She agreed bedore telling their friends casually

“-he ran over my ex boyfriends foot with his car. He really didn't like him." She told them with a straight face , completely serious .

Charles and Carlos blinked at her with wide eyes. Stunned by the casual way she was saying it.

Daniel also casually nodding along in agreement "I don't blame him . He was an absolute dickhead. I would have done the same thing . I would have run him over too but I wouldn't have stopped at his foot!" He stated to them honestly , unbothered as he picked up his bottle of juice and handed it over to Cherrie to take a sip from.

Charles swallowed as he glanced wearily between the two of them, casually discussing how they would have gotten rid of her ex boyfriend if given the chance .

"You two are perfect for each other." Was all he could mutter , really meaning it.

Carlos nodded in agreement, giving the camera a knowing look like he was in an episode of the office.

"Yes. Perfect." He repeated warily .

Daniel just smiled at them happily, throwing his arm around cherries shoulder and giving her a loud kiss to her cheek.

"Awww thanks guys! We really are the best aren't we?" He exclaimed proudly , leaning down to kiss his girlfriend properly .

Cherrie pulling him down on the couch as they started to make out like horny teenagers , rolling around and clutching onto each other tightly.

Charles grimacing as cherries foot hit his side during them rolling around, shuffling away from the snogging couple that were currently trying to eat others faces off.

Looking over to the camera with a look of disgust on his face while Carlos dramatically gagged.

Then the video changed to one that showed the couple stood in front of yet another interviewer, Daniel beaming at him while Cherrie just glanced around uninterestedly , looking like she'd rather be any place else .

The man asked them a question , looking slyly between the two of them .

Daniel bouncing on the edge of his feet happily while Cherrie sipped on a glass of champagne and continued to look bored out of her mind.

"Who do you think is the greatest driver to ever live?" He asked them curiously .

Daniel oooed. Wincing a little as he tilted his head from side to side as though the question was a painful one to answer.

"Ooo that's a difficult one! It feels wrong to choose just one because there's so many amazing drivers out there that have done such incredible things.." he answered nicely before sighing long and hard.

Wrapping his hand around his girlfriends waist lazily and smiling down at her like a man in love.

"But honestly I think my girlfriend is definitely up there with the best. Along with Schumacher and vettel and god! So many others! I can't choose one!" He honestly told him , smiling all friendly .

Then the camera panned to Cherrie beside him who was looking back at the interviewer boredly.

"And what about you? Who do you think is the greatest driver to ever live?" He asked her the same question as her boyfriend .

Cherrie just casually answered without missing a beat .

"me , myself and I. I am the greatest driver to ever live." She answered bluntly with a straight face . Completely serious.

Daniel started giggling beside her , looking at the camera with a amused look on his face . Having expected her to say something like that.

The man looked between the two of them with a startled laugh.

"Not even Daniel?" He said surprised .

Cherrie just shook her head , not even looking at her boyfriend as she drained the rest of her champagne in one go.

Completely unbothered . As usual.

“No. Not even my boyfriend. Nobody is better than me. That's why I am the champion and he is not." She simply answered before casually turning around and walking off to head back to the bar.

Leaving Daniel to look at her retreating figure with amazement , shaking his head in amusement as he giggled loudly .

Not at all surprised by her confident answer .

He then looked back at the camera with a sly smirk "as you can see the love of my life is an incredibly humble woman." He joked finding it hilarious how cocky she was .

Then he motioned to where she had gone to with a laugh "now If you excuse me I have to go kick her ass for that champion comment! See you guys later!" He exclaimed before jogging off to find his pain in the ass.

Leaving the cameramen and reporters to laugh at the way the couple behaved with eachother. Not taking anything seriously.

The next video showed the two of them in a nascar car for a YouTube video that they had filmed together , both of them giggling chaotically as Cherrie climbed over him to get into the drivers seat while the car was still running .

"Ahhhh! Oh my god! I'm gonna die!" Daniel shrieked loudly while laughing hysterically as he clutched onto the safety bar above him with tight fists .

Watching his girlfriend speed down the track that had been set out for them to do .

The challenge was for them to avoid all the cones that had been set out for them. To not hit any of them.

Cherrie was laughing as she swerved the car around a sharp corner . Their body's flying against the doors as she brakes even harder, drifting them around the Bend as fast as she could .

"We should pretend that the cones are the rest of the drivers!" She suggested mischievously, giggling at the way Daniel was holding on for dear life as she sped down the track , deliberately swerving all over the place to jostle them all over .

Daniel laughed loudly , grinning over at her In pure amusement .

Agreeing with her . “Yes! Oh look here comes max!" He yelled out giggling as a bright orange cone came in front of their car .

Cherrie didn’t hesitate to run straight over it with the car , smirking mischievously as they both cackled like evil maniacs together .

"Whoops! Sorry max!" She exclaimed jokingly as another cone came up for them to swerve.

"Oh look here's Lewis! What are you doing here Lewis?!" She shouted while laughing hysterically.

Daniel had tears streaming from his eyes as he shrieked "oh no there goes hamilton! Toto's not gonna be very happy!" He screamed while giggling as she crashed into the cone that was supposed to be Lewis.

Both of them giggling like naughty children , Daniel reaching over and kissing her cheek as she sped them off the track and down the bumpy field instead, the car flying all over the place as they shrieked and yelled , laughing hysterically.

"Oh my god! Eeeeee!" The Noises they made were nothing but chaotic and insane .

Daniel breathlessly shouted "this cone coming up is vettel!" Bedore laughing knowingly as she perfectly swerved to avoid the cone with ease .

"I knew it! You'd kill the rest of the drivers but not precious Sebastian! You dodged him perfectly!" He shouted at her, giggling loudly .

Cherrie just shrugged with a sly smirk on her face before they swapped seats again.

"Vettel for life!" Was all she said bedore Daniel said that the next cone in front of them was Cherrie and then proceeded to send the cone flying off the track , crashing into it quickly .

Both of them side eyeing each other as they giggled.

"Romance isn't dead but I am! I can't believe you ran me over Daniel!" She gasped jokingly .

He shrugged grinned smugly and sang  "I love yoouuuuu!"at her loudly for a minute straight , almost screeching it while Cherrie plugged her ears and smacked at his arms.

Then the last video came onto the screen titled

'No one loves Cherrie more in the world than Daniel! This is all the proof you need! They are SOULMATES!"

It was from the last race where she had just won the world championship for the second year in a row, her media manager pushing her over to the press that were impatiently waiting for her reaction to her win.

Most people would be in disbelief , maybe crying in happiness or jumping around in excitement.

But not Cherrie.

She merely walked over to them after the podium celebration, soaked from head to toe in champagne as she sipped from the comically large bottle of booze in her hand. Never one to waste a single drop of alcohol .

She simply smiled at them , nodding politely .

"Hello." Was all she said, swallowing another mouthful of champagne happily .

The man grinned at her excitedly “how do you feel?! You're champion of the world! You must be over the moon! Congratulations!" He exclaimed .

Cherrie just let out a laugh and nodded her head, completely calm as she answered.

“Yeah. It's pretty cool . I'm pretty hungry though now ." Honestly more concerned with getting some food In her belly than the championship she had just won.

Bedore the reporter could say anything else , they were interpreted by a excited scream of her name coming from behind her.

Both of them turning to see Daniel sprinting towards her , laughing as she opened her arms for him to crash into.

Burying his face into her neck as he sobbed loudly , clutching onto her tightly as he spun her around and around in excitement.

"I'm so fucking Proud of you! The love of my life is world champion!" He pulled away to clutch at her face , kissing all over face in pure joy. "Again!"

Crying tears of happiness as he rocked them from side to side breathlessly , shaking his head in amamzent .

"This is the best day of my life!" He sobbed loudly , unashamedly . Tears streaming down his face.

Cherrie was giggling at how emotional her boyfriend was. Acting like he was the one that had just won the championship .

Patting him on the back comfortingly as she sent a amused look to the camera , smiling affectionately.

"Me winning is the best day of your life?" She repeated while laughing at him.

Daniel just sniffled and nodded his head, pulling away from her neck to wrap his arm around her shoulders instead , hugging her into his side.

Looking at her with hearts in his eyes "yes! Technically I have won too because whats yours is mine also remember!" He exclaimed seriously , the grin taking over his whole face as he looked down at the trophy in her other hand.

She passed it to him casually knowing what he wanted , laughing loudly as he hugged it to his chest like a baby and kissed it all over.

"I'm being replaced." She joked, taking another sip from the champagne bottle as she looked over at the love of her life fondly .

Picking up her phone to take a picture of him as he posed with her trophy proudly like it was his own.

Daniel just laughed and hugged her to him, before discreetly dropping something into the large trophy cup and holding it out to her .

"Put your hand in the magical trophy and pull out a prize baby!" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, winking at the camera once she was too busy looking down at the trophy with a confused smile.

Thinking he was joking around like usual she played along, putting her hand in the cup and feeling around inside .

Only to pause as her fingers came in contact with something small and cold.

Frowning over at Daniel who's smile had softened , though the tears were still in his eyes as he watched her pull out a diamond ring.

Her eyes going wide in shock as she looked between the ring and her boyfriend , hearing the press gasp and murmur excitedly as they clicked onto what was happening in front of them.

The cameras all watching them as they watched Daniel gently take the ring from between her champagne coated fingers and get down on one knee in front of her.

"Wifey?" Was all he asked her as he looked up at her with a hopeful smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling at her happily.

Cherrie just burst into giggles and rolled her eyes at him playfully . Putting out her hand and letting him slide the ring onto her finger with shaky fingers of his own.

"For lifey!" She finished off the phrase that Daniel always sang to her whenever they were drunk , proudly telling anyone that would Listen that she was his "wifey for lifey!" Ever since their first date.

Daniel let out a victorious whoop and swept her into his arms , spinning her around happily as everyone cheered and screamed their names excitedly .

The other drivers running over to say their congratulations as they slapped the both of them on the back joyfully .

Laughing to himself as he kissed her over and over again

"You won twice in one night baby! You won the championship and me! How great is that?!" He beamed down at her , squeezing her to him tightly .

She just laughed.

"Congrats guys! About time!" Charles exclaimed to them happily.

"Yeah! Can I be best man?!" Lando grinned at them as he hugged the both of them.

Daniel scoffing playfully "obviously!" He exclaimed happily.

Sebastian patted them both on the shoulder proudly "congratulations guys!" He said to them as he hugged Cherrie to him with a fond smile.

She clung onto him tightly , beaming up at him with a playful smile on her face as she rocked them from

side to side, overcome with happiness .

"There's still time for you to object at our wedding and run away with me!" She joked to him, kicking Daniel in the ass when he tried to pull her off Sebastian .

Instead she just clung onto him further and stuck out her tongue at him childishly.

Sebastian just laughed and held onto her , wiggling his eyebrows at Daniel mischievously. Playing along as he wiped away the champagne that was still dripping down from her pretty face with his hand.

"Maybe I will!" He laughed while leaning down and kissing her cheek bedore someone else pulled her away to congratulate her.

Leaving Daniel to sigh as he leant against Sebastian's shoulder and gazed up at him with a lazy grin.

"She'll get over this crush on you one day." He said optimistically , clearly lying to himself as he watched his now fiancé wave over at them cheekily, winking at Sebastian and toasting her champagne bottle at him.

Sebastian just patted him on the shoulder sympathetically , waving back at her with a affectionate laugh.

"Sorry mate. I don't think she is. I'm just too irresistible  !" He played along. Enjoying the way that Cherrie liked to wind them all up,

Never serious even when she had just won the world championship and been proposed to all at the same time.

Then the video ended and Daniel sighed contently as he looked over at his fiancé beside him in bed, both of them sharing mischievous smiles.

He simply suggested "wedding In Vegas?"

Cherrie just laughed "tonight?" Wiggling her eyebrows at him cheekily.

Before they both rushed out of their hotel room like naughty children, racing each other down to the Vegas strip. Video camera in hand.

Too in love to give a shit about what anybody else would think.

Because when had they ever cared?

They were in love!

[leclerced]

https://www.tumblr.com/enchantecafe/739424546511257600/oscar-with-a-biker-or-motogp-reader-i-cannot

i love motogp reader and oscar wag thank you for putting my thoughts into words omg

i like to think the other drivers don’t believe him when he first tells him about his gf… i feel like they’d be like.. cmon oscar no need to lie until biker reader is up on hee podium dedicating her win to him.. maybe kisses him on camera after she wins first (aka like that one photo of charles)

the way i wish i could just brain rot about this instead of working on my assignments is unreal

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ugh i just realized i accidentally tagged that as 🫀anon instead of 🌷 im sorry they’re side by side in my recents 😭🫶🏻

lando teases him for having a crush on her and liking all her posts when they start dating but once they make things official and decide to tell people, he tries to tell them and they don’t believe him. can imagine he tells lando first and lando is making fun of him when daniel walks in and asks what they’re talking about. lando pulls up her instagram and is like, “you think oscar could pull this chick?” and daniel looks through the hot biker girl’s page and looks at oscar, cozied up on a couch, and laughs before they begin making jokes about how she would run circles around oscar. oscar gives up on convincing anyone until he goes to her race on an off weekend and she kisses him on the live cameras. fans go crazy and even though the drivers probably aren’t watching the race, they’d see it the next time they get on social media and soon enough he’s getting apologetic texts from other driver’s, congratulating her on her win and them the relationship.

or they could find out because she comes to one of oscar’s races and i can imagine drivers recognize her and try to chat but she keeps excusing herself quickly until she gets to the mclaren garages. oscar’s waiting for her and opens his arms when he sees her and she jumps into his arms for a hug bc they haven’t seen each other in forever and everyone is like, “holy shit he was telling the truth, how the fuck are they together? how did they meet??”

imagine them making out in the garage and he’s blushing and keeps pulling back when she tries to deepen the kiss, uncaring that they have an audience.

[dreamauri]

I know this is kinda late but will you ever do a part 2 til ‘thank you not’ ? I Just really loved it so much I also wanna know their reactions to her having a kid and living in nowhere switzerland

hello! a lot of people have been asking me this question.

I will no longer be doing part two for thank you not. the story was meant to be a one shot ( just one part ) and i dont want to force a second chapter.

if you'd like to read a small blurb about what would happen next, you can click below.

‧˚⊹ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁 ଓ :: 𝗙𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

You were very surprised to see your former teammates staring back at you confused just as you confusedly stared back at them.

"You're alive?!" "What the fuck kind of question is that?!"

Your five year old son had quickly pulled the driver's into your house once he realized they were the athletes he and his father sit down every sunday to watch.

You sighed to yourself watching your husband fan boy and invite the boys to stay for dinner.

It's not like they had any other choice though. The next motel was miles upon miles away.

You sat at the side of rectangular table, with your husband at the top and the 4 drivers scattered to your and your sons side.

Lando couldn't help but play around with the one year old you were feeding on your lap.

"So how did you two meet?" Carlos asked trying to break the tension. "He got me a present during my last season." "Wait you're that guy?" Lando looked at your husband confused and shocked. "I called her back, I took her on a date and whipped her up." Your husband joked making you look at him playfully. "You were a stuttering mess, I thought you were being held at gunpoint point." You teased him chuckling. "You're embarrassing me in front of world champions." He whispered whined making you laugh.

They had to stay overnight, sharing the two couches in pairs in your living room, snoring like babies. You couldn't help but take a photo in case you needed to black mail them.

You didn't have enough time to fix their car the next morning. So, you embarked on a road trip, taking the 4 boys along with your husband and two children to the neighbouring country for their next grand prix.

You had to hold a grip on your son and husband once inside the paddock as they tried to escape and explore each chance they got. It made you look ridiculous. Retired legend, comes back and humiliates herself trying to babysit husband and son.

"Is that— is that Y/N L/N?" "No." You gaslighted him, managing to wrap an arm around your husband's neck and held the back of your son's shirt before they ran into the Redbull garage.

You watched as you son and husband cheered for different teams, sitting the f1 hospitality to follow along with the race. You didn't care to pay much attention, but people did you.

some members of the media tried to catch interviews with you, but you quickly denied your identity and your presence ( having fun with it as well ).

"Y/N! It's so good to see you in a race weekend again." "Who's Y/N. Never heard of her. I don't think there are any Y/Ns here."

the most peace you got out of the day was watching a few drivers stop by and greet and hug the shit out of you, as well as seeing the absolute shock on their faces after the two kids who held onto the back of your dress, and the husband that glared each time someone touched you.

what you loved the most was watching Max play around with you son and daughter after the race while drinking some juice with Lando, Carlos, and Daniel in addition to Lewis and Charles who joined.

you also got to meet Oscar Piastri. And although it wasn't said out loud, you knew he was your replacement. You couldn't help but give him tips which he really appreciated, explaining to you that you were one of the figures that inspired and motivated him.

wen the day came to end, you found yourself unblocking all the numbers of the drivers ( after a lot of begging and whining from them ). the good byes stretched for hours, even though you were going to stop by tomorrow morning to return the car left behind in your garage.

"I'm . . . really glad she found her place." Lewis nodded happily as the drivers watched you pull out of the parking lot. "I've never seen her so happy. That's really good. But I want to keep her son, he's fun." Daniel chuckled as they begun walking back. "Sorry mate, I called dibs first." Max joked as they made plans on inviting you to Christmas dinner even though there was still 5 months left. "Do you think she likes me?" Oscar asked timidly as Lando wrapped an arm around his neck nodding.

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[landhoesnorris]

My Comfort - Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Sex

A/N: This is probably the softest shit I’ve ever wrote beware. It’s written as a part 2 to Practice Makes Perfect but can be read alone.

Lando was pacing back and forth in his drivers room making you feel rather nauseous. 16th. 16th was where he ended the first race, not only was he out of the points but behind his teammate too. You couldn’t take anymore of his pacing so you stood up stopping him in his tracks. “We’re shit, we’ve gone to complete shit and I’ve got another 4 years of this.” He was more so talking to himself rather than you. Although you too knew that the car had taken a massive fall from where it was last year, the new regs proving difficult for the team to master. Your hands softly landed on his chest trying to help steady his breathing. “It’s only been one race Lan, give it time.” His hands grabbed yours his head falling back letting out a deep sigh. “I know it’s just…” His voice trailed off getting softer before continuing, “This was meant to be my year, last year I proved to everyone I was a contender, and this year I was meant to finally get my win.” His head hung low at the sting his own words caused him, the thought of a win seemingly slipping out of reach. “Hey, look at me.” Your hands cupped his face, forcing his head up so he was looking you in the eyes. “I don’t want to hear any more negativity from you, just wait it out, that win is coming your way.” You slipped your hands round his waist pulling him into a hug the pair of you standing in comfortable silence.

You had no clue how it had happened but the next thing you knew you were waking up in Lando’s arms, both laying on the couch in his room, having no recollection of moving there at all. When you opened your eyes Lando was already awake looking at you. “You’re staring by the way.” You told him with a light giggle. “You know, I’m trying to hold back from saying the cheesiest line in the world right now?” You moved to lean up so you could look at him properly, studying his face. No matter how often you told yourself you could resist him the pair of you were like magnets always drawn back to one another. He brought a hand up tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look really pretty right now. Like really really pretty.” You could instantly feel the heat rushing to your cheeks turning them a deep shade of red, quickly you buried your face in his neck trying to conceal it from him. He let you lay there for a moment before speaking again. “We should go.” His words came as a shock to you, somewhat sure that his compliments were just some ploy to get you undressed. You sat up, looking down at him. Before you could move to stand his hands came to grip your thighs stopping you. “I mean I think everyone else has gone to the hotel already and it’s getting late.” He spoke as fast as the words would let him, seeing the shift in your demeanour he didn’t want you to think he wasn’t enjoying his time with you. “Yeh you’re right we should go.” You agreed, in all honesty you had been so caught up with Lando that you hadn’t even noticed that it was already dark outside. You both exited the garage and made the short walk through the paddock to his car. He made sure to get to your door first so he could open it for you, you slipping in as he did. The journey was quite the only noise being the faint sound of the engine and the light music coming from the radio. You were staring out the window whilst Lando stayed focused on the road ahead of him. Around halfway through the journey however his hand came to rest on your thigh giving a light squeeze as it did. You tried your best not to react however you could feel the goosebumps cover your skin at his touch. It didn’t take long till you reached the hotel you were staying at Lando parking the car in the underground car park to avoid being noticed. You both kept your silence as you exited the car and made your way to the lifts. You were both staying on the same floor, right next to each other, so only one button needed to be pressed.

The silence progressed the entirety of the lift journey and the walk along the hotel corridor until you reached Lando’s room where he broke the silence. “You can come in if you want?” He turned to face you leaning up against the door, yet not brave enough to actually look at you in fear of your answer. Instead his eyes were trained on the key card that he was playing with in his hand. It was a boundary that you’d both crossed numerous times however this time it felt different, as though if you stepped through that door you were committing to a lot more than just casual sex. The air around you both was thick both with desire and tension. You didn’t say anything in response to him, instead you closed the gap between you both. Taking the room key from his hand you opened the door grabbing his hand to lead you both into his room. As soon as the door shut behind you the tension that was there previously seemed to fade, Lando actually looking at you properly for the first time since leaving the track. “Thank you.” You looked at him quizzically his words catching you off guard. “Why are you thanking me, haven’t even done anything yet.” You slightly laughed in response to him. “You have, you always know how to talk me down when I’m getting worked up, you’re my comfort, you know, I really like having you around at race weekends, it makes me feel safe.” As soon as the words left his mouth the blush that had graced your cheeks previously was making a return.

This time it was Lando who was closing the gap between the pair of you, his lips finding yours the second he had. The kiss started off slow, his hands cupping your face at either side making sure the kiss didn’t break as he started walking you backwards towards the bed. As soon as the pair of you reached the bed he turned you both around before sitting down dragging you down to straddle his lap. You could already feel his predominant bulge in his jeans, both of you releasing a moan into each other’s mouths as you ground yourself down onto it. His hands quickly made their way from your face to your hips, helping guide them to continue their movements. You pulled back from him, your hands coming down between you to unbutton his jeans. As you were working on his jeans he was leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and down your chest as he was undoing the buttons of your blouse. You quickly stood up from him just long enough for you to remove your blouse, skirt and panties and for him to remove his jeans, boxers and hoodie. As soon as you were both undressed he pulled you back to him, flipping you over on the bed so your back was pressed to the mattress. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good your body is.” He told you as he trailed his hand down your body. Lando was never short on praise for you, always making you feel completely comfortable in his company. He hitched your leg over his hip before lining himself up and thrusting into you. His thrusts were slow, both of you more interested in savouring every second of the pleasure than rushing through it to reach your highs.

You laced your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips back to meet yours. The kiss matching the rhythm of his strokes. However it didn’t last long before he was pulling back, quiet moans slipping from his lips as he came closer to his high with each thrust into you. You were staring up at him in awe, the way his mouth hung open as his moans filled your ears was nothing short of true beauty. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” He let out breathily. “Cum in me.” Your words switched something inside him, his hips setting a ruthless pace, wanting nothing more than to grant you your desire as soon as he possibly could. You too were nearing your release and his change in pace was getting you there even quicker. Your eyes rolled back, as your back arching off the mattress. “Shit, look so fucking pretty.” Even with the anticipation of his imminent release he couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate how good you looked beneath him. He was broken away from his thoughts as he felt your walls tighten around him. It only took a few more thrusts until you were both reaching your highs simultaneously. He continued his thrusts, although now a lot more sloppily, until you were both through your highs before pulling out and his body collapsing beside yours one of his legs draping over you.

“You’re staring again.” You turned to him with a slight smirk on your lips. You were right he was he wasn’t even trying to hide it, his head resting against his hand holding him up to get a good view. “Not my fault I’ve got the most gorgeous view right in front of me, only a blind man wouldn’t stare. And even then I still think he might.” He let out a chuckle at his words. That all so present blush making yet another appearance on your cheeks. “I guess the views not so bad from where I’m laying either.” You brought a hand up to run your fingers through his curls, leaning up to kiss him.

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I Win Baby ~Lando Norris

A/N: This is my first Formula 1 one shot soooo be kind to me and enjoyyyyy!

Summary: Relaxing on the couch on a lazy day turns into a smoll challenge.

Warnings: Fluff turning to smut (it's mostly smut), teasing, cussing, fingering, Lando switching from soft to assertive, maybe thigh riding just a bit. Let me know if I miss a few

Word count: 1400 (approximately)

Sitting on the couch next to Lando watching movies we’ve already watched a hundred times was my idea of peace. With his tight racing schedule and everything, we barely ever got time to just hang out and relax.

Otherwise, being with him meant standing next to him and smiling at the spectators at social events. Lando always made sure I didn’t feel like just his “arm candy” or “trophy wife” girlfriend at such events but this, this quality time that we got alone in the confines of his house was much better than going out for a party and staying out late getting shit faced.

I stared at the screen ahead of us and watched as the actress went through a transformation which wasn’t really necessary as she was already beautiful but the dress, that she wore was definitely way better than what she had on before.

I sighed leaning further onto Lando. “She looks so beautiful in that dress.”

I felt his chest rumble as he laughed softly. His hand reaching for both my legs which he placed on his thighs so that my butt was still on the couch but my body was facing him. “You know what’s more beautiful?”

I smiled and bit my upper lip before deciding to play along, “What?”

“You, my love.” I saw as his eyes crinkle into a squint as he smiled brighter.

I laughed, “You know what you are?”

“No, enlighten me.” He decided to play along.

“A kiss ass.” I playfully pinched his cheek before kissing it.

I watched as his expression turned to one of amusement before I was pulled fully onto Lando's lap. His hands gripped my thigh and waist tight. His face was close to mine as his deep brown eyes bore into mine.

His breath fanning across my face made me feel dizzy. It took me a second to regain my composure but it didn’t really last long as he attached his lips right below my ear and dragged his hand from my waist to my hair.

"What did you say love?" He asked as one of his hands twirled a strand of my hair.

I knew exactly what he was trying to do. I was not letting him win. I tried my best to distract myself from his touch before I pulled away to look at him.

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" I raised an eyebrow hoping it doesn’t look unnatural.

The smirk on his face only meant bad news. He moved so that I fell back on the couch and he moved on top of me, his hands placed on either side of my head. Yup, this was going to be something alright. His knee wedged itself between my legs parting them.

He kissed my lips in a feathery soft kiss and then pulled away making me crane my neck reaching for his lips again. “I asked you to repeat yourself, didn’t I love? I’m not going to ask again, so tell me. What did you call me?”

"I called you a kiss ass." I breathed out, my chest was heaving already, it was crazy, the effect he had on me. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing.

"You sure you want to be calling me that darling?" His dark eyes were a warning. He lowered himself and attached his lips onto my neck, moving lower to kiss my shoulder.

My stomach fluttered. "So, what can I call you?" I breathed out.

"Well, it's always cute when you scream my name or moan it." He teased, kissing along the center of the valley of my breasts, thanks to my scoop necked top. His tongue running along my skin. I whimpered when he bit at the soft skin before soothing it.  

His hand ran up my thigh stopping right before the apex. He knead the skin as he kept kissing my chest. I moaned at the overwhelming feeling. I squirmed under his touch as the neckline of my top was pushed lower to give him more access to my chest.

I almost forgot what got us here before he spoke, “That’s right, now all you have to do is moan my name baby.”

I knew he was going to leave bruises on my chest with the way he was kissing me. I also knew that I was not doing anything to win this challenge. How could I when he was making me feel this good. Lando was never rough with me, his touch felt like he was worshipping me, exploring my body like a curious adventurer.

I still needed to say something, anything. I got my thoughts together and uttered the words. "Well, I like it better when I leave you speechless." I said it fast, so fast that unbelievable that he didn’t have an effect on me. As if that was a mystery.

He looked up at me, a smug expression on his face that I wanted to wipe off. "We'll see about who does what to who." Lando said before pushing my legs further apart.

"It's whom babe." I teased and he moved up to face me. I was trying to annoy him at this point. I didn’t know why but I wanted some reaction. “Now shut up and kiss me.” I ordered.

I had hit a nerve as he kissed me hard, teeth and tongue. My nails dug into his back and a hand pulled his torso onto mine. I rolled my hips trying to get some sort of friction, trying to make him feel good before he pulled away.

“No no, you don’t get it this easy.” He placed his hands on my stomach and pushed me deeper into the couch. He wedged his knee against my clothed core. He loosened his grip on me which allowed me to buck my hips upwards trying to get to him which only made me roll my hips against thigh.

He smirked at my efforts.

“You know, I was going to use my fingers on you, maybe even my tongue, but since you wanna ride my thigh so bad…” I whined before he could even finish his sentence. “Awh I thought you wanted it.”

“Just… touch me.” I breathed out. “Please.”

It worked out in my favor as my short sweat-shorts were pushed aside along with my panties his fingers brushed against the lips, parting them and running along them touching my clit for just a second. A shiver ran down my spine before he hauled me up to sit on top of him.

“So responsive baby.” His voice sounded so good I almost forgot to comprehend his words. I buried my face in his neck when he started moving his fingers again, applying pressure to my clit, teasing my entrance. Everything was getting overwhelming as he moved but mot fast enough, applied pressure but not quite enough.

I was a mess under his touch. My head felt heavy as I slowly lost control of this situation and myself. I couldn't move at all; it was like my body refused to do anything Lando wouldn’t allow. I needed more of him, I needed more of the pleasure. I was shaking in his arms as though I was overstimulated on the verge of breaking down but not quite.

My cheeks flushed, my blood rushed to my head and with a pinch to my clit I whimpered out. “Lando!” 

I was breathing heavily as he pulled my head from his neck to kiss me. I might have been breathless but didn’t miss a beat before kissing him with the fervor he kissed me with. "I win baby." I could feel his lips curl against me with his low voice.

His hand moved faster, giving me what I needed, his other hand guiding my hips making me ride his finger, it didn’t take me long before I came undone in his arms, moaning his name, griping his strong shoulders as he whispered sweet words in my ears.

He cradled me and held me close, soothing me. His head on my shoulder, his curls tickling my neck. The movie we were watching forgotten in the background, just me and him. This was perfect. If this was going to be the outcome, I’d let him win every single time.

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Siren .Chapter Three.

Bucky Barnes x Sonic Screaming!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing lol, mentions of violence

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1800+ 

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters. 

Note: I'm uploading on mobile for the third time, still won't show up in the tags. Help

I will post a new chapter every two days. Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

"This person did what?" Sam asked, making sure if he heard Bucky correctly. The two of them were in the Avengers meeting room the next morning.

"Screamed," He confirmed. "And it was inhuman. Even I hurt all over."

Sam studied the gun he brought back, then looked back at Bucky, an interrogative look on his face. 

"What?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't believe me? Well–"

"Oh, I believe you," Sam said blankly, "In the last three months, there have been five reports on a high pitched noise. In the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, and Newark. The fifth was from Harlem last night, your encounter," Sam breathed, "I have been looking into it alone. I thought it was some sort of device. I… didn't even think it might be a person."

Bucky's finger anxiously tapped on the table. He hadn't seen who the person was. The hood she was wearing had given the person the features of a shadow— it's like they weren't even real. It was ghostly, the way they disappeared. 

"If you find this… Siren, tell me. I want to be the one to find them," Bucky demanded, and he wasn't taking no for an answer.

-

You were the first to wake up. Still in the apartment, you noticed everyone around you was a mess, sleeping and snoring like college kids after a long night of partying. Vince and Luna stayed up until four, both of them in a state of panic. They were worried about getting caught, even after Lando reassured them that it was incredibly hard to track you, thanks to the layers and layers of security that he has set for your online presence. Lando fell asleep on the computer desk, after a long night of fortifying the security.

You decided to leave them a note saying that you were going home. You changed into a white shirt and sweatpants, stuffing all your things in a duffel bag.

You took the subway to Manhattan, where your apartment was.

Your home was not small— not at all. 

It was a penthouse in the center of Manhattan, but some sort of guilt always haunted you when you step in. The penthouse wasn't yours, not really. You inherited it from your father, who was allegedly killed after he created you.

You've always loved to sing, ever since you were a child. Three years ago, a desperate ex-KGB spy, who has descended into madness, held you hostage in exchange for your father's money. When he found out your father has secretly contacted the police, he slit your throat, then commited suicide by stabbing himself.

They were able to salvage your life, but your vocal cords has been badly damaged, and every doctor you met told you the damage was beyond repair. You couldn't even talk, let alone sing. 

Your father one of the four founders of Viseur Corps, a scientific research corporation. The other three owners were parents of Vince, Luna, and Lando.

Your father urged a bioengineering project to fix your vocal cords called project 'vox.' After a year of extensive surgeries, you could finally speak again. 

The side effect, however, was unexpected. 

A small miscalculation allowed your vocal cords to vibrate at the speed of sound itself, sometimes even faster.

A week after, all four scientists were found dead, cyanide poison in their systems, and the bioactive particles and chemical radiation used to restore your vocal cords has been stolen. Thankfully, without a proper application method, the sonic characteristics of the vocal cords were hard to replicate. Hard, but not impossible.

The killer has never been found. Two years later, the sonic formula finally popped up in your radar. If you got the formula, you could stop anyone else from weaponizing the vox formula, and you could finally track the murderer. 

You laid down on the couch, feeling utterly useless. You've got a gig to play a day after tomorrow, you could get some well-needed rest today. One problem: you could not rest. Not mentally. The burden of being somewhat responsible for your own father’s death, and your inability to catch the murderer so far has urged you to do more physical activities. Running, swimming, anything to get your mind off the stress. It has been an effective way to deal with negative energy.

You took a shower, and decided to go for a jog. You had your earphones embedded in into your earlobes, shielding you from any conversation attempt. It was a nice day. The sun was not too bright, the wind was not too hard. In the middle of your run, the music stopped. The tune changed into your ringtone, and you slowed down to look at your phone. It was Lando.

You stopped running altogether and started walking as you answered the call.

“Hey,” you greeted. 

“(Y/n),” he said over the line. You could tell he was tired, “Got home safe?” 

"Yeah," you told him shortly, "What's up?" 

"You're on the news," he told you urgently, "well, not you. The other guy. You know, your alter ego.."

"Shit," you whispered, "How bad is it?"

"It's the headline on every news channel," he said worriedly.

As you were approaching a cafè, you did not hesitate to go in. You saw a TV in the corner, and sure enough, there was footage of your confrontation with James Barnes on the screen.

'The Avengers has started a nationwide manhunt for what they call 'The Siren,' said a reporter.

"(Y/n)?" Lando said through the phone. You were struck, you forgot you were still on the phone.

You snapped back to life, "I'll call you back."

Without waiting for an answer, you turned off the call.

You were in the middle of the cafè staring at the TV.

So yeah, some people were already looking at you funny.

When you noticed, you decided to get coffee. It would be weird just to burst in, stare at the TV, and just leave. You ordered a latte and took a seat, where you had a good view of the screen.

You listened intently, taking a good sip of your coffee.

They were describing what they could about your physical features, but with your suit on, the description weren't very accurate.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you froze.

"I didn't expect to see you here," said James Barnes. He was wearing a dark denim jacket and jeans, but he was missing his gloves and sunglasses.

He wasn't in 'disguise.’ He wasn’t trying to hide his identity, unlike last night.

Some people looked at him and whispered in awe that there was an avenger in the room, but no one really said anything. He still had his metal arm in his pocket, but it was probably more of a habit than a conscious act.

"Hi," you managed to give a smile. He ran his human fingers through his brown locks of hair nervously, "Do you mind if I…" he pointed to the empty seat in front of you. You tried your best not to panic, "Go ahead."

He sat, a paper cup of coffee on his hand.

Your heart was beating fast, thumping out of your chest. What if he found out it was you? What if he knew? What if he was here to confront your identity as the so-called 'Siren' the news has been talking about?

"Busy day, huh?" You said without thinking, tilting your chin towards the TV. 

"Oh, right," Barnes said, pleasantly surprised that you knew who he was.

You had to hold back a sigh of relief. He didn't know it was you. You had to make sure it stayed that way.

"Yeah, I didn't recognize you last night, James," you forced a smile, but it came out sincere, "probably because of the sunglasses, and it was dark, too." 

"I don't blame you," he let out a hearty laugh, "and please, call me Bucky."

"Well, Bucky," you said, and you have to admit your mouth liked the sound of his name, "what brings you here?" 

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I come here every once in a while. Best coffee in all of New York," He sipped his coffee again, "and you?"

"Just passing by," you told him. In your defense, it was the truth, to some degree.

"I've been meaning to tell you," he said, and you could've sworn his cheeks turned a slightly redder shade, "you have a great voice."

"Thanks," you chuckled, and this time, you didn't need to fake it, "I try."

"No, really," he insisted, "and your performance was incredible. How long have you been doing this?"

Somehow, this was the beginning of a long chat, way longer than you expected. You were trapped in a three-hour long conversation with the charming man. Little by little, your worries fade away until it completely disappeared. You started enjoying his presence, laughing at his childhood stories as well as telling your own. 

Before you knew it, it was four in the afternoon.

"I probably need to get back," he said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. He masked it quickly with a curve on his lips.

"Oh," you said, followed with a smile, "See you around?" You asked with uncertainty.

"I hope so," he gave you a smile and walked out the cafè. You watched him go through the window, where he gave you one last small adorable wave. You found yourself giggling, waving back.

When he was nowhere out of sight, you noticed a scribble on your napkin. It was Bucky's number, followed with an old fashioned handwriting. 'Text me?'

-

You did not text him right away. You found yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment, frustrated. You had a good time. Such a great time, in fact, that you forgot he was in the middle of hunting you down.

Was it a smart move? You tried to convince yourself that it was a good idea. That this could be one one of those 'hiding in plain sight' tactics. He would never suspect someone he knew, right?

You flopped down on the couch, and grabbed your phone. You already saved his number. All you needed to do was type out the words.

'Hey, James. This is (Y/n). Got your number :)' 

You hit send, telling yourself again and again that this was a good idea. It probably wasn't, but you only told yourself what you wanted to hear.

-

"You seem happy," Sam teased, raising eyebrows at Bucky, who just entered the room. Bucky shrugged, "Maybe I want to be happy."

"Whoa, what?" Sam said. Was this Bucky? Sam wondered, The same anti-social Bucky who only drank black coffee and only expressed his true emotions once in a blue moon?

"What's going on, man?" Sam urged, grinning at his friend's joy, which radiated in his smile.

"You know that bar I've been going to?" Bucky asked. Sam nodded, "The Mermaid- something? Didn't you say you've been crushing on a singer there for months?"

Bucky nodded, "I met her at a cafe," he beamed, "I spent some time getting to know her."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Sam jokingly exclaimed, "Old man Barnes is back it the game, folks!"

Bucky chuckled, hoping to get a notification sometime soon.

A few hours later, his phone gave off a little noise. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't stop smiling.

-

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dance with me and i’ll soothe your pain {reyrose} act II, part I

In Cloud City, as General Organa and Lando Calrissian desperately search for allies in the war with the First Order, a banquet is held. While the Resistance leaders try their best to ensign the help of mercenaries, Rey finds herself forced to confront with the girl from her visions, Rose Tico.

Secrets are uncovered and a bond is formed. All in the name of the Force.

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here it is! the continuation of i’ll see you (in my dreams). this chapter is heavy on finn&rey friendship and is mostly a set up for the rest of the fic. still had a lot of fun writing it :^) enjoy!

The view from the Cloud City is mesmerizing. Rey catches herself staring through the vast window more often than she should, her face practically pressed against the glass. It's so different from the monotony of Jakku sands — it's warm, yes, but in another way. The colours change throughout the day, from pinks at dawn, to blues at the noon and intense oranges before darkness falls upon the city. She's never seen anything like it and finds herself enchanted by it.

That seems to please the Baron Administrator of Cloud City to no end. His name is Lando Calrissian and, as Rey learns, he's a close friend of General Organa and Master Luke. A very close friend of Master Luke, she discovers, upon creeping into Luke's chamber for a training session only to see him enveloped in the intimate embrace of Lando's arms. She doesn't mind — it brings a smile to her face, to finally see her master at peace, the deep lines of his face smoothed, a sparkle in his blue eyes. There's sadness, too, but she found that it never really disappears from his gaze. Especially when he looks at her when he thinks she can't see, his eyes more troubled than ever. It unnerves her. What unnerves her, even more, is that Lando shares that look sometimes and she has no idea why.

A chuckle from behind her forces Rey to turn around, away from the reinforced transparisteel window. She smiles at the sight of Finn.

"Still admiring the view, Rey?" He asks, amused, walking up to her. While his tone is teasing, his eyes are full of warmth and not for the first time, Rey finds herself thankful for the Force bringing their ways together.

She shrugs. "It's pretty."

"That it is. But," Finn looks pointedly at her simple leggings and tunic, "I can't understand why you're sitting with your face in the window while we have a banquet to attend to."

It's only then when Rey notices Finn's formal clothing. His usual leather jacket is replaced by a cream suit with a golden thread running across the lapels. On his shoulders rests cape in the colour of burnt orange, decorated with the same gold embroidery and she can't help but think that he looks very royal. Rey has no doubt Lando had a say in his choice of outfit, though, and wonders briefly whether Poe has seen him yet.

It's not a secret in the Resistance that Poe fancies Finn. A lot. She asked him, once, on a dinner during which he stared longingly after Finn talking with lieutenant Connix, why doesn't he tell Finn how he feels. Poe looked at her then, a little wistful, and said that he doesn't want to pressure him. That he wants to make sure they're on the same page when they take this step. "Besides," he added after a moment, watching as Master Luke approached Finn, "he has more important things to do now."

Rey thinks it's a bunch of bantha's shit, because anyone with two eyes — or one, or three, really, it doesn't matter — could see that they both hold affection for each other. Still, she finds Poe's antics sweet. It warms her heart that it's him who's seeking after Finn.

"I don't think I'm going," Rey finally speaks. "It's... not really my thing, you know. Banquets." She laughs nervously.

"Oh?" Finn raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "And just how many banquets have you been on back on Jakku, miss Jedi?"

Rey resists the urge to blush. He makes a good point. "I'll have you know that the banquets in Niima Outpost were very fancy events, thank you very much, mister Jedi."

It's Finn's turn to bashfully look down at the nickname she's given him. His Force-sensitivity is still something of an unsteady ground, even though he has joined her on the training with Master Luke. He was more than reluctant at first, fear and surprise in his eyes as Luke first told him about his powers. Rey knows the feeling all too well.

"Well," Finn clears his throat, "even the Jedi have to attend. To boost the morale and so on, you know."

"We don't even know anything," Rey whines. "Everyone is going to want to talk with General Organa and Lando but not us. They're the ones who wanted this stupid banquet in the first place. I don't understand why we have to go."

"To look dashing next to them?" Finn offers with a grin and Rey, despite her annoyance, snorts.

"It just seems stupid, you know. To have banquets while we should be, I don't know, fighting the First Order. Hunting down Ren, maybe," she doesn't even try to hide the anger in her voice. "They're out there and we're wasting our time on drinking and dancing."

Finn nods patiently. "I know, Rey." He sits on the grey couch in front of the window and motions her to do the same. She obliges, though not without showing that she's not happy about it all, arms crossed over her chest as she plops down next to him.

"There's nothing more I want than to bring the First Order down," he speaks. Then, a hint of a smile appears on his lips. "Well, almost nothing. But the point is, while I'd love to be out there, to make those bastards pay for all they've done, we can't just barge onto Finalizer and fight their army. And then a dozen more Star Destroyers. We need more than just us for that."

"Well, we have three Jedi, that should count for something, no?" She frowns. "Four, if you count in General Organa, although I'm not sure she'd be willing to use a lightsaber on the battlefield."

"That's the thing, Rey. Having Master Luke with us, it's an incredible asset. But it's not enough to save the galaxy, I'm afraid. War doesn't work like that. We need any resources we can gather, any allies we can find and that's what tonight is about. Not everyone is willing to fight just for a cause. With Lando's help, we can convince those people to join us."

"You mean buy them," she grunts, her eyes dark. Finn sighs.

"Yeah, I mean buy them," he agrees, surprising her.

Silence falls upon them then, though it's not uncomfortable by any means. They clicked immediately after meeting each other, but when Finn found out about his Force-sensitivity, they became even closer. Formed a bond of sorts. Rey appreciates it more than she lets on, relishing in the fact that she actually has people she can call friends now.

She ponders on his words. Rey knows that her knowledge of the galaxy is still limited — she's constantly learning, going into the library straight from the Force training session to study old datapads, but there's just so much of it. So much knowledge she didn't even know existed. Sometimes, she catches herself thinking that things were much easier when she was still on Jakku and her only worry was finding enough parts to get a portion from Unkar Plutt. No need to know how the Republic fell more than once, the Clone Wars, the destruction of the Jedi Order. None of it mattered.

Of course, she knows now that's not true. And while sometimes she sneaks out from her study to watch the sky instead of reading the boring datapads, letting the Force wrap around her, Rey knows that this is where she belongs. Alongside Finn and Master Luke, and the Resistance.

Although the politics part of it all isn't really her forte. No, she prefers to stab things with her lightsaber rather than dabble in that art.

"Well then," Finn speaks up, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Will you please come to the banquet, so I won't have to be the only soon-to-be-Jedi there?"

Rey doesn't even try to fight the grin that spreads on her lips, but still, she pretends to think over his offer. In all truth, they both know that she will come — from the moment that Finn appeared in her room, she was on the loser's position.

"I really don't know..."

"Oh, come on. Rose will be there," he says, waggling his eyebrows and Rey almost chokes. She really hopes that the warmth on her face isn't showing up as an awful blush but judging by Finn's amused expression, that is not the case.

"What— what do you mean?", she finally sputters. Finn remains unimpressed, giving her a look that says You-Are-So-Not-Fooling-Me. Rey glances sideways, unable to handle his knowing gaze.

She hasn't really talked much to Rose since the Battle of Crait. Oh, she wanted to, Force knows she did but so far, something has been stopping her. Whenever Rey stumbled upon her in the corridors — which, thankfully, wasn't often since they arrived on Cloud City — she was reduced to a stuttering mess, trying to patch up a sentence. How was she supposed to talk to her, after all? Casually throw in that she has been having visions of her while making small talk? That would surely scare her off. Rey knows herself that the visions on Rose she had back on Ahch-to while comforting, scare her, for she has no idea what they mean. Or why would she be even having them in the first place. Or why didn't Rose join Master Luke in the trainings if she was his former student.

Once they met, the visions stopped. Rey welcomed that with both relief and disappointment, but at least it made things less awkward whenever she met Rose. Not that it wasn't awkward, because it still was, and on the top of it all, Rose seemed to enjoy teasing Rey. It was a never-ending circle of torture.

For the first time in her life, Rey had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Come on, Rey. It's been weeks. You've gotta talk to her!" Finn says, forcing her to look at him.

"But—"

"Nope. No buts. Look, you've been mooning over Rose since Crait and you had kriffin' Force visions about her, that has to mean something! If you won't talk to her, I will."

Fear floods Rey's body as she stares at him with mouth wide open.

"You wouldn't!"

Finn rolls his eyes. "Of course not, dummy. But you really do have to talk to her, you know." His gaze softens and he smiles at her. She nervously returns the gesture.

"Alright, alright. I'll come. But," she cuts in just as a satisfied grin spreads on his face, "I make no promises when it comes to Rose."

Finn sighs, standing up. "Well, that's half a victory, I suppose. Please try to seek her out, at least. You might be surprised at what she has to say to you."

Before she has any chance to ask what he meant by that, Finn is already out of the room, the door closing with a swoosh behind him. For a second, she sits on the couch completely at loss for what to do. Then, slowly, determinedly, Rey stands up. After all, she did duel Kylo Ren — not one, but twice — and managed to survive. Surely a banquet with a girl from her visions can't be worse than that.

Even if she has no idea what kind of outfit Leia and Lando have prepared for her.