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Can Dain stop being such a killjoy for 5 minutes? Violet is out here kicking ass, being cunning and intelligent and bonding with not one but two. TWO dragons. He's never happy about any of this. Never congratulates Violet. It's always okay well now you can run. Pick the smaller, weaker dragon.
Dude. Shut the fuck up.
Dain has one character trait and it's red flag.
#I've never seen more of a red flag in a character then him.#here i am enjoying this book and then theres this agitating sound in the back of my head.#I flip the page and oh. its because Dain appeared#the written embodiment of that headache meme that comes and goes#fourth wing#dain aetos#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#tairn#tairneanach#the empyrean#rebecca yarros#becs.txt
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When I contemplate the physical spaces that articulate the letters 'I love you' in a written text, I may be led to think about other spaces, for example the space that lies between 'you' in the text and you in my life.
—Anne Carson
#how does a simple hug split my heart in two and sew it back together again#tl got me in the feels#can you tell i hate goodbyes#ig i have a thing for leading ladies and their men wrapping their shows#call me sadistic or something#go find the other show on my tumblr with the exact same gif setup#yes it's the show with the mustache dude as well#hannah waddingham#rebecca welton#jason sudeikis#ted lasso#gif#*mine#this is not an rpf post and if you come here for that i will block#you've been warned#ted lasso apple tv#ted lasso tv
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celestial games, a Ted Lasso fic;
Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton A retelling of the events of Ted Lasso season 1, where the future of humanity is at stake and some characters are angels or demons; or the Angels vs Demons / Good Omens AU no one asked for.
It was a nice day.
In London, England, the sun was shining. While a crisp wind blew through the city, the weather was comfortable enough for one to wear only a light jacket. It was Spring. Flowers were blooming all over town, their scent floating in the air as though you were stepping through a garden. It was the kind of day that motivated you to leave your house. A day to cherish, for it felt like nothing bad could happen.
In Hell, the fires burned so hot the demons were sweating their eternity away. Chaos reigned in all its horrifying glory for a thwarted end of the world meant a reshuffling of the hierarchy. Battles of all kinds would be waged for the foreseeable future. Deals would be made, too—and broken. The most mischievous would emerge victorious. It was the perfect day to stab someone in the back, figuratively and literally.
In Heaven, everything was orderly and silent. The soft glow of righteousness permeated the place and everyone returned to their ordained conduct. While the day did not go as planned, Hell didn’t win and all were content with that conclusion.
(That Heaven didn’t win either is a technicality they didn’t care to expound.)
In the office of a football club owner, an angel and a demon toasted to life on Earth.
Before we understand what happened here, at the end of the world—or what should have been the end of the world if everything had gone according to the Great Plan—we must go back to what happened five months ago.
Read 'celestial games' on AO3
#ted lasso fic#ted x rebecca#tedbecca#rebecca welton#theodore lasso#ted lasso#good omens au#ted lasso x good omens#i realized i didn't post this here#listen i don't know what this is but i wrote like 9k in 2 days with no sign of stopping#(except i'm going back to work tomorrow boohoo)#this au has completely taken over my brain#please come on this wild ride with me#fic: celestial games
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#okay i may got alittke teary eye here..#to be honest Rebecca's not even the villain the MC is the biggest villain in the story..#and yeah there's a few parts where she admits to being a bad person but doesn't really take much responsibility for anything#and pretty much just given the slap on the back because she's MC in the she needs to have a happy ending#even though she pretty much messed up in a whole relationship which may or may have not been forever lasting but still#its like fuck her feelings bc she is in the way of a friendship..#and yeah I understand that these are pixels fictional characters not real people etc but it's just so weird that PB keeps making stories#about how it's okay for somebody to come into someone's life/ relationship and completely ruin it bc they like them#its weird and ik not that deep but itsbjust fucked up#choices#choices stories you play#choices fcl#fcl
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As someone who has written Beard/Nate... Beard had every right to be pissed off at Nate, but at the same time, I don't think Nate fucked up to the point where he is irredeemable.
oh absolutely not!!! I think Nate fucked up, but that it was understandable why he did. I am definitely for Nate’s redemption!
#I’ve seen quite a few posts on here and Twitter analyzing why Nate’s redemption arc could’ve been done better#but I’m not adept in nate enough to write out my thoughts very coherently if that makes sense#beard had every right to be angry for ted and the team and himself.#AND Nate deserved forgiveness and redemption!!!!!#it just comes back to beard being a deeply loyal and loving person like imo he’d be very angry at Rebecca too if he knew of her s1 actions
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DINNER WITH FRIENDS𓂃 𓈒 ❀
thunderbolts*!bucky x fem!pregnant!reader



synopsis – when bucky returns home he's not alone and a quiet evening turns into a full house. seven months pregnant and unprepared, you're caught off guard but family is family.
a/n – this is just a little scenario that crossed my mind when i got out of the cinema after watching thunderbolt* for the fourth time. pleasee send me bucky requests i want to write for him but i have like 0 ideas. writing this i realized that i've oficially fallen for the john walker propaganda 😞
fluff

it was later than usual and bucky stil hadn't come home.
rebecca was in her room, playing quietly as she waited for her dad. you were in the kitchen. dinner was already done so with nothing else to do, you found yourself rearranging things on the counter, trying to distract your mind from the worry. you rubbed your seven-month pregnant belly as if it were a magic lamp and you were wishing for him to return. and then you heard the front door creak open.
—bucky? —you moved quickly out of the kitchen but you stopped on your track when you saw he wasn't alone.
—yeah, it's me.
—oh my god, —you breathed before he could finish talking, your hand flying to your chest. you weren't expecting five people with him. their faces familiar yet you'd never met them in person.
bucky stood in the middle of the group, his lips pressed together in a guilt line. he knew full well you weren't expecting this and that he should've warned you beforehand, but he hadn't known they'd all need a place to drop by on the same night after the same mission.
he'd hesitated, worried about adding more stress when you were already seven months pregnant. but then he thought of home and you and rebecca and how it might be the one thing that could soften the edges of everything they'd been through that day. and god help bucky, you'd told him a million times you'd love to meet them.
so here they were. on your doorstep. in your hallway.
—hi, —you said to them. you blinked, caught between surprise and disbelief.
bob waved his hand. yelena, ava and john pressed their lips together.
—oh, hi john —you knew john. he and bucky had caused each other a lot of headaches in the past, but you were glad that at least now they tolerated each other. john showed you a little smile.
alexei made his way through the group and approached you with open arms. you raised your eyebrows and just let the big man cover you in a hug. he smelled like vodka and leather but surprisingly, he was really careful with your belly as he hugged you.
—mrs. barnes, the wife of the soldier, oh, it's so nice finally meeting you, —he said with a rough russian accent. —behind every great man is a great woman, they say. a greater woman, may i add.
as he held you, you caught all the other faces around the room, all rolling their eyes. you giggled when he finally released you, alexei was just as dramatic as bucky described him. —thank you, alexei.
—you know my name, she knows my name! —he turned to tell the others. they gave him plain nods and lazy smiles.
—of course, everyone knows your names now. plus, bucky talks about you five all the time.
bucky closed his eyes and ava grinned and nudged him with her elbow.
—yelena, right?
you approached the blonde girl standing next to bucky. she had the same stormy look in her eyes as him, she could definitely be his little sister. she looked at bucky a little unsure when you called her name, almost as if for reassurance. she hadn't wanted to come at first, she didn't want to cross that line, didn't want to step into something as private and sacred as his home.
yelena nodded to your question. you softened your expression and offered a warm smile. bucky caught her hesitation and he gently pressed his hand to her back, giving her an encouraging push. you opened your arms and puller her into a hug before she could think too hard about it. she tensed for a moment but then her arms came high around you, as if she was afraid of even brushing your belly.
you hugged ava, careful not to press against her delicate suit. you'd heard enough from bucky to know how sensitive the tech could be and how guarded ava was underneath it.
bob was so ready when you hugged him and welcomed him to your house. he'd seen bucky's photos of you, the lock screen on his phone. he knew how after every operation, buck's first texts were always to you, checking in, making sure you were safe and letting you know that he made it out alive. if bob had the power of one million exploding suns, he was certain it still wouldn't match how fiercely bucky loved you. and that gave him hope.
you smiled before you hugged john. he wasn't sure if you'd want him in your house, after all, he'd been a pain in bucky's ass but hey, in his defense, bucky had been just as much of a pain in his. still, you welcomed him.
and the best for last. as the rest inspected your living room, looking at the photos and tripping over rebecca's toys, bucky stood with the most exhausted expression on his face. he stepped closer and let his head fall against your shoulder. one of your hands went to the back of his head, fingers slipping into his hair.
—long day?
bucky just hummed.
—how was yours?
—good. the baby barely kicked after last night, —in that moment you felt bucky's hands come to rest on both sides of your belly, his thumbs rubbed slow circles, up and down, protective, telling the baby he was finally home, taking care of his mom. —and rebecca drew alpine. with eight legs and no ears. she's very proud.
he breathed a laugh, —sounds about right.
bucky's friends were busy, the five of them around a photo frame on the wall. the only photo you had of bucky from 1940s, stiff and young in his uniform soldier, eyes still full of something bright that hydra hadn't yet extinguished.
he lifted his head from your shoulder and you cupped his cheek, your thumbs brushing over his rough beard. you pressed your lips softly against his, as if you were trying to transfer all the calm and love he'd missed during the day. as you pulled back, you noticed his shoulders dropped, releasing the tension, but the worried expression remained.
you reached up again, brushing your thumb over the line of his cheek as bucky's arms wrapped around your body, resting on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him, carefully, until he could feel your belly pressed against him, a connection between the three of you.
—talk to me, —you whispered.
he sighed, —didn't want to bring the day home, but they needed a place... and i couldn't leave them on the street. i didn't want to add more into it, not in your state.
you smiled. so it was that.
—you did the right thing, buck. they're family. if they needed somewhere to go, then they're welcome here. they'll always be.
bucky pressed his lips together. his two families. the one he fought beside and the one he came home to.
he'd never called them that before, not even in his head. they cared about each other in the quiet, protected one another during missions and watched each other's back in battle. they stood between each other and the line of fire and carried each other when the mission left someone too hurt to stand.
it doesn't matter if bucky never said the word, they were his family.
he slowly nodded at your words, —it was supposed to be just bob... didn't expect all of them to show up at once.
—well, neither did the couch, —you teased, getting a soft laugh from him.
ava caught both your eyes as she turned from the wall where she'd been quietly observing young bucky's photo.
—you were so clean-shaven, it's almost like seeing you naked.
you burst out laughing just as bucky groaned beside you, head dropping on your shoulder again like the comment physically wounded him.
—look at that jawline, it could cut glass, —bob said, squinting his eyes at the photo, hands on his hips.
—sharp enough to be a war crime, —you kissed the top of bucky's head. he lifted it slightly, oh so you were joining them now?
—were there toothpaste ads back then? because you sure look like one. fight fascism and fight plaque.
—that's the image of a man! of the soldier! a hero! —alexei boomed, gesturing toward the photo like it belonged in a museum.
—yeah, a man that gave speeches on liberty bonds or punch hitler.
—i did punch hitler, —bucky said flatly, barely looking up.
—how many times are you gonna bring that up?
—as many as it takes, john.
—you should put that on a t-shirt, —john continued, —i punched hitler and all i got was this brooding personality.
you noticed yelena's attention was on the rest of the photos. the teasing in the room faded to a hum behind her.
her eyes moved from frame to frame, pausing on each one. a photo from your summer in wakanda, bucky with his hair tied back, sunlight turning the metal of his arm into gold as rebecca sat on his shoulders, his hands steady at her ankles. next to that was a shot of the hospital room, bucky still in scrubs, circles under his eyes, holding his daughter for the first time. all memories you'd been building through the years. not all of them were easy, not all of them looked like picture frames. it was what yelena had been looking for all her life.
—bucky, —yelena called him, getting everyone's attention. the teasing died down completely when everyone looked to the stairs.
rebecca stood halfway down, clutching her uncle sam captain america's plushie, her socked feet fidgeted against the step like she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back up or keep coming down. her thumb hovered near her mouth the way it only did when she was unsure of something.
—damn, she definitely is your daughter, —yelena said to bucky.
the little girl was a small version of bucky. blue deep eyes, brown hair that curled at the ends in soft waves, the way she looked at everyone without saying a word, just like bucky always did. she had that look on her face just like his, the one where even though she wasn't talking, it showed that her mind was moving fast, watching everything and everyone.
mostly, she looked overwhelmed. strangers filled her living room, standing loud, tall, unfamiliar in the space she knew as home. until she saw bucky. her bucky. she didn't hesitate. she ran down the stairs, her little feet pounding against the steps. without hesitation, she threw herself into her dad's arms, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck. bucky lifted her effortlessly, smiling big as he held her close.
—oh, you definitely ate all of your veggies today, bug, you got stronger, almost knocked me off my feet.
rebecca's giggles filled the room. the others stood nearby, watching the scene, unsure how to react to seeing bucky all soft. even alexei, who rarely blinked at anything, went unusually still. you rubbed your daughter's back as she tucked her face in bucky's neck, her little fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt, when she realized all eyes were on her.
—she's a little shy at first, but when she gains a little confidence, you'll be begging her to stop talking, —you explained to the group, half apologetic, half proud. they all nodded and smiled, understanding. —'becca, these are dad's friends. they're here just for tonight. you okay if they stay a little while?
she gave the smallest nod, still hiding her face in bucky's neck. he turned, holding her against his body, toward the rest of the group.
—boss says you can stay, —bucky announced.
yelena let out a yay, bob mumbled a sweet thank you.
rebecca peeked a little from the crook of bucky's neck, her eyes finding john first. he offered her a small, friendly wave. she hesitated but she ended up lifting her hand a mimicking the motion.
—out of all of them, —bucky murmured, more for john to hear than to her, —you had to wave to walker first?
john of course heard it and rolled his eyes.
in that moment your feet started to hurt more than you realized. too much standing for a seven months pregnant. you shifted your wight, trying to ease it, but even the small movement sent a bolt of discomfort up your spine. one of your hands instinctively moved to the curve of your belly and the baby fluttered under your palm, not a kick, just a little roll.
bucky noticed, but not just him, everyone in the room did.
—you okay? —ava asked.
—you should sit, —yelena added.
alexei immediately grabbed the nearest chair to him as bucky carefully lowered rebecca. —okay, bug, let's help mama, —he approached you, wrapping his metal arm around your body and helping you sit carefully.
rebecca stood, clutching with her captain america plushie tightly as her eyes flicked between john, bob, yelena and ava. none of them knew how to respond to her watchful presence, except for john, who caught her gaze again and with the little experience he had with kids, knelt down to her level, making himself less intimidating.
—why don't you guide me to the kitchen and we'll get your mom a glass of water?
she blinked, thinking about it for a second, then slowly nodded. john stood, not expecting her to wrapped her small fingers into his hand as she lead the way. to say that bucky was freaking out would be an understatement.
in the kitchen, rebecca pointed at the cupboard where the glass where kept. john took one of them and filled it with water from the tap. then, she gave him her captain america plushie so she could grab the glass, was this kind of bad joke? john followed her, still holding the plushie like he wasn't sure if it was meant to curse him or recruit him.
yelena and ava huffed a laugh when they saw him carrying the plushie.
rebecca carefully approached you, then gently handed over the glass. bucky gave john a grateful nod. you smiled warmly, taking a sip, —thank you, sweetie.
—my sister makes mama sick sometimes, —rebecca explained to everyone. the room was still, hearing her voice for the first time like it was something sacred.
—but you take good care of her, —bob said, his voice gentle.
—yeah, you sure are doing a great job, kid. i couldn't have brought that glass of water better myself, —john added.
rebecca showed a little smile, proud. with extreme care, she placed her tiny hand on your belly, her fingers splaying and she waited, hoping for the smallest kick from her baby sister. bucky kissed the top of your head.
—i made dinner, but i only expected bucky...
a chorus of don't worry, not hungry, i'm okay, i ate earlier, happened before you could finish talking. you looked around them all, tired, boots dusty from whatever roads they'd taken today, and hungry. no matter what they said.
—so we could order something, —you finally suggested.
bucky thought it was a great idea because there was no way he was going to let them go to bed with empty stomachs. while he made the call to the pizzeria, rebecca marched to the kitchen, ava and walker behind her like shadows as she pointed out the drawer with the cutlery.
back in the living room, you stood up from the chair. yelena, alexei and bob didn't let you out of their sight for a second. bucky, still on the phone, caught your movement and gave yelena a sharp nod, a silent command to keep you from doing anything else and to get you to the couch. you assured that you were fine, but it was no use.
at least alexei was no bore, he talked nonstop, about everything that came to his mind, most of the times embarrassing memories of little yelena. and rebecca had abandoned ava and walker to their luck in the kitchen and sat down next to bob with her notebook. you heard her mumble a wanna see my drawings? and the boy, as the sweetheart he was, couldn't deny. she explained every detail to him, not even letting bob get a word or ask a question.
ava helped bucky spread the tablecloth and john placed carefully the plates and glasses on the table.
—so, —ava said, looking at bucky with a teasing smirk, —another girl? you're the ultimate girl dad.
—yeah, three girls plus you and yelena. keeping me on my toes.
ava didn't say anything but she felt a little warmer at the way he'd included her and yelena in that count, like they were a bigger part of his life. he hadn't said it with any special emphasis, hadn't even looked at her when he said it but still, it stuck with her.
and the dinner was nice. so nice. bucky sat close by your side, his fingers gently holding your free hand over the table. rebecca was between yelena and ava but she was laughing at something walker had said to her, something funny enough to light up her whole face. bob had a soft blush on his cheeks. people laughing, sharing stories, the clink of plates and glasses, it almost felt unreal to him.
bucky leaned to kiss your cheek. you absolutely had no idea where all these people were going to sleep. the couch, the floor, a few air mattresses if the closet still held them, but definitely not enough beds. but looking at all together, sitting around the same table, full and happy, it didn't seem to matter at all.
#bucky barnes#bucky#yelena belova#yelena#bon reynolds#ava starr#ava#bob#john walker#thunderbolts*#the new avengers#thunderbolts fluff#thunderbolts smut#thunderbolts angst#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#bucky smut#bucky fluff#bucky angst#mcu#marvel#marvel angst#marvel fluff#sebastian stan#bucky imagine#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader
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tides of change
Lando Norris x Y/N
Summary : Lando and Y/N’s not so situationship had become the talk of everyone around them. It was clear to everyone but the two of them that their connection was something worth fighting for. The question on everyone’s lips: When will Lando finally stop holding back and risk it all?
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Warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, poorly translated french


It was a rainy day in Monaco, the kind of weather that made everything feel a little slower. The usual buzz of the city was muffled by the constant drizzle, and the three friends—Lando, Max, and Charles—found themselves on a paddle court, looking for a way to pass the time during their break.
Sweaty and winded from their last round, the trio stood around, sipping on drinks, exchanging small talk about the upcoming season. Max, ever the competitive one, wiped his brow with a towel, giving Lando a smirk. "I think you might be getting worse, mate."
Charles finally looks up from his phone after being preoccupied for the past few minutes. "Lando, Y/N is here?"
"Yeah, she got in last morning. Why?" Lando nods, still catching his breath from the last game.
Charles grins and pockets his phone. "Alex just texted me—she just found out today. You should invite her to join us on the yacht. It's supposed to be a clear day tomorrow."
Lando raises an eyebrow. "Who else is coming?"
"Couple of other friends, Carlos and Rebecca too."
Lando smirks, glancing over at Max. "Max?"
"Nah, mate," Max chimes in, wiping his face with a towel. "Don't think being out at sea would help with Kelly's morning sickness." He laughs lightly, clearly trying to keep the mood light, but there’s a genuine care in his tone.
Lando’s grin softens, and he nods. "Fair enough. I’ll let Y/N know then."
"Speaking of which... what's ugh, going on with you two? Finally asked her out?" Max smirks, leaning back against the wall.
A small smirk crept up on Lando’s face, but he quickly took a swig from his bottle, picking up his racket as if the question never happened. "Are we playing another round or what?"
"Well, that’s a clear no," Charles laughs, crossing his arms.
Max raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. "You idiot, how long has this situationship been a thing for now? Two seasons?"
Lando freezes for a second, then points a finger at Max. "First of all, don’t ever use ‘situationship’ again. Sounds weird coming from you." He shrugs nonchalantly. "And... we’re just friends."
Charles snickers. "Friends who kiss every now and then—"
Max jumps in. "And sleep together."
Lando's eyes widen slightly. "Hey, that’s not—"
"So you haven’t?" Max presses, his grin growing.
Lando bites his lip, trying to hide the grin spreading across his face. He glances at Charles, who’s trying to suppress a laugh.
"Oh, they definitely have," Charles chimes in, his voice teasing.
Lando glares at them, but it’s no use—he can’t help the flush creeping up his neck. "Alright, alright, enough."
"I've had a couple of friends ask me about her, mate." Charles pats Lando’s shoulder before casually walking back to his side of the court. "Come on, one more before we head home."
Lando blinks. "Wha— Which friends?" His grip tightens slightly on his racket, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably.
Charles exchanges a knowing look with Max, the kind that screams look at this idiot, so oblivious. Max just smirks.
"Doesn't matter who" Charles shrugs, stretching his arms as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. "Just thought I’d let you know. Do with the information as you will."
Lando opens his mouth, then closes it, frowning slightly. His mind is already racing through the possibilities, but before he can press further, Max serves the ball, forcing him to refocus.
But even as they dive back into the game, the thought lingers.
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The sound of Lando's keys hitting the table broke Y/N's gaze from the screen in front of her. She glanced over to see him standing by the door, bag still slung over his shoulder, hair slightly damp from a mix of sweat and rain.
"How was paddle with Max and Charles?" she asked, shifting her focus back to the movie playing in front of her.
"Good. Max lost, of course." Lando smirked, toeing off his shoes before flopping down beside her. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. "Hey, uhm— you busy tomorrow?"
"Mmm, not really. Kinda wanted to walk around and shop for a bit. Why, what's up?"
Lando ran a hand through his damp curls. "Charles is inviting us on his yacht tomorrow with Alex and a couple of their friends. Carlos and Rebecca are coming too, I heard."
Y/N hummed in thought, eyes still on the screen, but Lando barely noticed. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he forced himself to sound casual. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous—he was just inviting his best friend to hang out with their other friends. They all knew each other already.
So why did it feel like something more?
"Sure, yeah, that actually sounds fun. Haven’t seen them in a while," Y/N said, shooting Lando a soft smile.
Relieved, Lando let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He barely had time to react before Y/N’s fingers slid through his damp curls, her touch light and familiar.
"You should shower," she murmured. "You’re gonna get sick."
Lando smirked, tilting his head just enough to press a featherlight kiss to her wrist. "Join me?"
Y/N laughed, gently but firmly pushing his head away. "Dork. We both said no more, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah… I tried," he chuckled, pushing himself up from the couch. As he passed, he reached down to poke her cheek, grinning when she swatted at his hand.
It was true—what Charles and Max suspected. They’d kissed. And, yeah, they’d definitely slept together. More than once. But somewhere along the way, between shared hotel rooms, late-night confessions, and stolen moments, they both agreed that this—whatever this was—couldn’t be more. Not now. Not when Lando was constantly on the move, when their friendship was the one thing they both swore they’d never risk.
So they stayed just that—friends.
At least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.
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"Cabrón! It's been too long! Have you grown taller?" Carlos' voice rang out, loud enough to make nearly everyone aboard the yacht turn their heads.
Lando laughed, shaking his head as he walked over. "You muppet, I saw you last week." He pulled Carlos into a quick hug before stepping back and motioning toward Y/N, who stood just behind him. "Look who I brought."
Carlos' face lit up. "Ahh… mi novia’s novia. Good to see you, Y/N." Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug, rocking her slightly for dramatic effect.
Before she could fully recover, Charles appeared beside them, grinning as he leaned in to greet her with a cheek kiss. "She's also my girlfriend’s girlfriend," he added, giving Lando a teasing look.
"Y/N is the nation's girlfriend," Carlos announced, laughing as he patted her shoulder. Then, with a wicked smirk, he leaned toward Lando, lowering his voice just enough.
"Except yours."
Lando rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose, but the warmth creeping up his neck betrayed him. Carlos just smirked wider.
"Too much testosterone. Where are my ladies?" Y/N teased, glancing around the deck in search of her friends.
"Oh, they're inside getting changed," Charles said, nodding toward the doors leading into the yacht.
"Perfect. I’ll see you boys later then." She gave them a small wave before heading off, disappearing through the doors with an easy grace.
Lando’s eyes lingered on her retreating figure, something he wasn’t even aware of until he heard the soft chuckles beside him. He turned to find Carlos and Charles exchanging a knowing look before shaking their heads in amusement.
"What now?" Lando sighed, already bracing himself.
"I just don’t get it," Charles said, crossing his arms. "I really don’t."
"Get what?"
Carlos exhaled dramatically, giving Lando a pointed look. "Why you like punishing yourself like this. Like a fucking sadist."
Charles nodded in agreement. "You clearly like each other."
Lando shook his head, sliding his sunglasses on as if they could shield him from the conversation. "Not that simple."
"Oh, but it is," Carlos countered, arms crossed. "It’s not like you haven’t been in a relationship before, so I know for a fact it’s not commitment issues on your end."
Charles tilted his head. "She doesn’t want to?"
"It’s not that." Lando exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "It just… doesn’t work. We've tried"
Carlos narrowed his eyes. "Tried what, exactly?"
Lando hesitated, jaw tightening slightly. "Just the whole distance thing. Me being away all the time. And then there’s the hate she’s gonna get when people find out. I can’t do that to her." His voice was quieter now, but firm. "She’s already getting shit just for being friends with me."
Charles and Carlos exchanged a look, their teasing fading into something more serious. For all the jokes, they knew Lando wasn’t just making excuses. But still, Carlos shook his head with a sigh.
"You know, if you ever stop being an idiot, I think she’d be worth it."
Lando huffed a small, almost bitter laugh. "Yeah," he muttered. "I know."
"If not, I mean, I got friends that are interested," Charles shrugged, all casual, but the glint in his eye said otherwise.
Lando chuckled, but there was an edge to it, a slight tightness in his voice. "See, you keep saying that, but I think you're just doing it to provoke me."
Charles smirked but stayed silent.
Carlos, however, turned to him with a knowing look. "Who? Luca?"
Charles' brows lifted in surprise before he gave Carlos an approving nod. "Yeah."
Lando’s expression shifted in an instant. His sunglasses did nothing to hide the way his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck is Luca?"
"Like I said… a friend," Charles smirked, enjoying this way too much.
"Don’t fuck with me right now, Leclerc." Lando’s head snapped around as he scanned the yacht, shoulders growing visibly tense. "He’s here?"
Carlos chuckled, clapping a hand on Lando’s back. "Calm down, cabrón. Y/N is available, no?"
Lando shot him a glare before rolling his eyes. "You two are dicks."
Charles and Carlos only laughed, sharing a look before Carlos added, "Just saying, if you don’t want her to be, maybe do something about it."
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The yacht had sailed further into the open ocean, the hours melting away in a blur of sun, salt, and laughter. Everyone had split into their own little group, swimming, chatting, drinking. But as lunchtime rolled around, they all gathered around the spread of food laid out on deck.
Y/N sat at a smaller table in the corner with Rebecca and Alex, the three of them deep in conversation. Lando strolled over, wordlessly setting a small pouch in front of her along with a glass of water.
"Medicine’s in there. Take one, okay?" He gave her head a light pat before turning on his heel and walking off to grab some food for himself, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Rebecca and Alex exchanged confused looks, both raising an eyebrow as they glanced between Y/N and the small pouch Lando had left behind. Neither of them knew what he meant by "medicine," and the whole exchange seemed a bit mysterious.
Y/N noticed their concerned gazes and let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. She pulled out a row of antihistamine pills from the pouch, holding them up. "Sometimes shellfish makes my allergies act up. It’s really nothing too serious, but it’s better not to risk it."
Alex’s expression softened in understanding, though she still looked a little taken aback. "Ah, makes sense," she nodded, her voice light "And of course... Lando is on top of it"
Rebecca let's out a soft laugh as she shakes her head "You're just as oblivious as he is you know, it's cute and funny at the same time"
"Guys... come on. We agreed to not talk about this"
Rebecca nods and holds her hands up in surrender "Mhmm alright, we'll let you figure it out on your own"
"What are you girls gossiping about this time huh?" Carlos walks over with Lando and Charles, plates of food and drinks in hand as their took their respective seats around the table
"Nothing you boys need to worry about," Alex smiles.
"Ah, donc rien à voir avec le fait que quelqu'un nie ses vrais sentiments pour quelqu'un, hein ?" Charles tilts his head, looking over at Y/N as he takes a bite of his food (Ah, so it has nothing to do with anyone denying their true feelings for someone, huh?)
"Espèce de bâtard sournois, Alex t'en a parlé ?" Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes flicking between the two of them. (You sneaky bastard, did Alex tell you?)
"Non ! Je jure que je n'ai rien dit !" Alex quickly defended herself. (No! I swear I didn't say anything!)
"S'il vous plaît, c'est tellement évident. Je pense que tout le monde peut le dire rien qu'en vous regardant tous les deux," Charles smirked, making Alex chuckle beside him as she nodded her head in agreement, while the rest of the table fell into conversations of their own. (Please, it's so obvious. I think everyone can tell just by looking at the two of you)
"Il a pété un câble quand je lui ai dit qu’un pote était intéressé par toi. Tu sais que les potes normaux réagissent pas comme ça, hein ?" Charles goes on, raising an eyebrow as he watches Y/N’s reaction. (He freaked out when I told him a friend was interested in you. You know normal friends don't react like that, right?)
Y/N simply shakes her head and continues to eat, it wasn't until Charles continues to egg on his theory
"Il ne comprend pas un mot de ce que je dis, mais regarde ça." Charles straightens up, a mischievous glint in his eyes as if preparing to prove a point. "Tout ce que j’ai à faire, c’est dire le nom de Luca, et ça attire son attention." (He doesn’t understand a word I’m saying, but look at this.) (All I have to do is say Luca's name, and it gets his attention)
Right on cue, Lando’s head whips around, his conversation forgotten as his ears latch onto the familiar name. Confusion flickers across his face, caught completely off guard by the sudden mention.
"Dickhead" Y/N mutters with a laugh, shaking her head as she stands up, plate in hand, and makes her way toward the buffet table for more food.
Lando is on his feet almost instantly, trailing after her without a second thought. Whatever she and Charles were talking about, he needs to know.
"So, he told you about Luca, huh?" Lando leans against the table, arms crossed as he watches her pick through the food. His voice is casual—too casual.
Y/N sighs, shaking her head. Charles really wasn’t exaggerating. Of course Lando took the bait. "Lan, he was just fucking with you."
His eyes narrow slightly. "So you're not at all interested in this Luca guy?"
She pauses, glancing at him with a teasing smirk. "What if I was?"
Lando blinks at her, completely dumbfounded. His mouth opens slightly, but no words come out as he tries to process what he just heard. "What do you mean?"
Y/N shrugs, casually placing a piece of food on her plate. "What if I was interested? What’s it to you?" She glances at him, eyes challenging. "Like you said, we’re just friends, remember?"
His stomach twists uncomfortably. That is what he said. But suddenly, he’s not so sure he meant it.
Y/N simply tuts, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she brushes past him. As she does, her fingers trail lightly along his arm, the touch barely there but enough to send a spark straight through him.
"Just something to think about," she murmurs before walking away, leaving Lando standing there—plate forgotten, mind racing, and heart pounding just a little too fast.
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Lando lounged on a sunbed, sunglasses on, deep in conversation with Carlos when Rebecca’s voice cut through the chatter.
“Looking good, Y/N! That set is gorgeous on you!”
Mid-sentence, Lando sat up slightly, resting on his elbows as his gaze searched for her.
And then he saw her.
Not just in any bikini—no, a papaya one. His colour. He almost swore she wore it just for him.
Lando barely had time to recover from the way Y/N’s laugh sent a shiver down his spine before she sat beside him, all sweet smiles and knowing eyes. He saw right through her. She was playing with him, enjoying the way she had him wrapped around her finger.
And damn, was it working.
Before he could say anything, Charles strolled by, some guy trailing behind him.
“Y/N, this is my friend Luca. He’s been asking non-stop about you. Thought it was time I introduce the two of you.”
Lando’s jaw tightened, fingers twitching against the sunbed. You have got to be kidding me.
Y/N stood to greet Luca, and the guy wasted no time leaning in for a cheek kiss. Normally, Lando wouldn’t care—his friends did it all the time. But this? Some random guy he didn’t know? Absolutely not.
“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard such great things,” Luca said with a grin. “I see you around a lot, just… not with the right team.”
Lando’s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses.
Y/N laughed. “Ah, yeah! I’ve seen you with Charles and Alex a few times.”
“So how long are you in Monaco this time? For good, I hope?”
“I wish. This place is amazing, but I have to go back to England next week—work calls. I’ll be back by the end of the month, though.”
Luca smiled. “Then we have some time to go out before you leave?”
Lando sat up fully, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head. Was this some kind of sick joke? Asking her out—right in front of him? His blood boiled.
No. Absolutely not.
Lando didn’t even hesitate. “Actually, no, we’re busy. Got plans this week.”
Carlos, instantly catching on, barely held in his laughter—though his girlfriend didn’t bother hiding her amusement, giving him a light slap on the arm.
Y/N turned to Lando, eyebrows raised. “We do?”
“Yep,” he answered smoothly, leaning back like he hadn’t just pulled that excuse out of thin air. “Max and P are coming over to stay with us, remember? Got some activities lined up. Sorry, mate.”
The only problem? Now he actually had to find things to do and start booking these non-existent activities.
Luca frowned slightly. “Oh—well… when you come back from England, then?”
“Sounds good,” Y/N started, “I’ll ask Charles for your—”
“Naaah,” Lando cut in again, shaking his head. “Doesn’t work either, mate. We’re heading to Italy when she gets back.”
Y/N blinked. “We are?”
“Yes. Was supposed to be a surprise. Surprise!” Lando shot her a grin, ignoring the way Carlos was now openly laughing beside him.
Just off to the side, Charles leaned toward Alex, voice low. "S'il vous plaît, laissez-moi le sortir de sa misère." (Please let me put him out of his misery.)
Luca could only laugh, shaking his head as he held up his hands in surrender.
“Alright, got it, mate. All yours.”
Lando didn’t bother hiding his smirk, satisfied with the outcome.
Y/N narrowed her eyes, dragging Lando toward a quieter part of the yacht, away from prying eyes. His smug smirk only made her more irritated.
“What the fuck was that, Norris?” she snapped, arms crossed.
Lando barely flinched, still grinning. “What, you don’t wanna go to Italy? Greece more your style? Oh! How about Ibiza—”
She didn’t let him finish, landing a solid punch to his arm.
“Ow!” Lando winced, clutching his arm. “Forgot how strong you are.”
“Stop playing with me. I know there’s no Italy trip.”
“There is!”
“Bullshit.”
He exhaled, dropping the act. “Fine! I just… You can’t go out with him, Y/N.”
Her expression softened for a moment before tilting her head, arms still crossed. “And why’s that?”
Lando ran a hand through his curls, avoiding her gaze for a second before finally meeting her eyes.
“That’s so unfair, Lando, and you know it,” Y/N shot back, arms tightening over her chest. “You’ve gone out with other girls, and you didn’t hear shit from me.”
“No—that’s different,” Lando argued, shaking his head.
“Oh, it is different,” she scoffed. “Because I haven’t been sleeping around with other people since what happened between us.”
His eyes widened. “But I haven’t!”
“Oh, don’t give me that shit—do you want me to drop names?”
Lando opened his mouth, then shut it just as fast. He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “…Alright, fine.”
“Doesn’t mean I have feelings for them,” he added quickly, voice softer this time.
Y/N let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “Awe, how fucking romantic.”
Lando felt his stomach drop. The teasing, the back-and-forth—it all came to a screeching halt the second Y/N let her emotions slip through.
She sank onto the sofa, fingers threading through her hair, exhaling like she was tired—tired of him, tired of this.
“We can’t keep doing this, Lan,” she murmured, voice quieter now. “This whole ordeal is fucking exhausting. If you really want this, you can have me. But you can’t just want some of it. Take all of it. The good and the bad.”
She finally looked up at him, eyes searching his face. “I can’t stand having just some of you. I need all of you.”
Lando swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs. Because the truth was, she already had all of him. Always had. He just needed to say it.
Lando dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gently finding hers, squeezing them with a tenderness that spoke louder than words ever could.
“Hey… pretty girl, look at me, please?” he whispered, his voice soft but full of sincerity.
Y/N rolled her eyes, but despite herself, her gaze met his. The rawness in his eyes caught her off guard. For the first time in a long while, she saw him again—the guy she fell so deeply in love with, the man she’d been willing to risk everything for.
“You have all of me,” Lando said, his voice barely above a whisper. “This time, I promise… we’ll make it work. I’ll make this work. You deserve the world, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you... if you’d give me another chance.”
Her heart skipped a beat, but a quiet part of her still hesitated. It felt too good to be true. But his words… his honesty? It was enough to break through.
Y/N took a slow breath, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. There was none.
Slowly, she squeezed his hands back. “You better not make me regret this, Lando.”
Lando nodded almost immediately, his eyes lighting up with a joy so pure it made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “I promise,” he said, voice full of conviction. “We’ll take it slow. We’ll do things right this time.”
Y/N let out a soft sigh, her emotions swirling as she processed his words. After a beat, she gave him a small, hesitant nod.
Without another word, Lando pulled her into his arms, locking her in a tight embrace. The way he held her felt urgent, like he was afraid of losing her again. They clung to each other as if the world outside didn’t exist, as if nothing mattered but this moment.
“I know we said to take things slow… but I’m dying to kiss you right now,” Lando murmured against her neck, his breath warm and shaky.
The words made Y/N laugh softly, her fingers tracing the side of his jaw as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze.
She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs gently grazing his skin, before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was slow, a kiss that held all the passion, all the longing they’d kept buried. The world outside disappeared as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss a promise of what was to come.
Lando was the first to pull away, chuckling softly as he did. “We can’t… I don’t think I can control myself if we keep going.”
Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her heart racing from the kiss. She placed one last soft kiss on his cheek before pulling him back into another hug, as if holding him was the only thing that could steady her.
"Greece sounds good..." she muttered quietly, her words almost lost in the moment.
Lando pulled away slightly, brows furrowed as he looked at her, not quite catching what she said. “What was that, baby?”
“Greece,” Y/N repeated with a smile tugging at her lips. “I said Greece sounds good.”
Lando’s face lit up with a grin, the tension in his chest easing as he nodded. “Greece it is. Anything for my girl.”
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Could you make younger girlfriend x Lewis Hamilton. Maybe there are some rumours and then she visits the paddock with Lewis. The wags and drivers aren't to sure about this at first, but in the end see how happy the couple is. I know this isn't what you usually write, but it is my birthday today and it would make me ver happy. 🤭💗☺️
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-xoxo babygirl 💜
Love has no age



The first time Yn had stepped into the paddock as Lewis’s official girlfriend, the buzz had been deafening. Rumors had swirled for weeks about Lewis dating someone new, and when the truth finally came out, it was all anyone could talk about.
“Did you see her? She’s so young!”
“Twenty? Isn’t there, like, a fifteen-year age gap?”
“What do they even talk about?”
Yn had tried her best to block out the whispers, clinging to Lewis’s hand as he guided her through the chaos. He’d been her rock, as always, his calming presence grounding her in the midst of all the speculation.
“They’ll come around,” Lewis whispered in her ear as they walked to his garage. “They just don’t know you yet.”
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Yn hadn’t expected her first encounter with the other WAGs to feel so…awkward. She sat at the hospitality table, surrounded by the glamorous women who had known each other for years. They were friendly, of course, but Yn could sense their hesitation. She was the youngest by a mile, and the age gap between her and Lewis hadn’t escaped their notice.
“So, Yn,” Carmen began with a polite smile, “how are you finding the paddock life?”
Yn straightened in her chair. “It’s exciting! A bit overwhelming, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”
“Everyone?” Kelly raised an eyebrow, her tone light but pointed. “The media hasn’t exactly been kind.”
Yn hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Rebecca jumped in. “The media is never kind. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.” She offered Yn a warm smile, her hand briefly brushing against Yn’s arm in a reassuring gesture.
“Thanks,” Yn said, her voice soft but grateful. She appreciated Rebecca’s kindness, even if she still felt like an outsider.
Carmen leaned in, placing a gentle hand on Yn’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re here. Really.”
Yn’s heart swelled at the gesture, and for the first time that day, she felt like she might actually belong.
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By the end of the day, Yn found herself laughing with Rebecca and Carmen like they’d known each other for years. The initial awkwardness had melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Carmen had an arm draped around Yn’s shoulders as they walked through the paddock, while Rebecca kept a hand on Yn’s waist, guiding her through the crowd.
“You’re stuck with us now,” Rebecca teased. “Hope you’re ready.”
“I think I can handle it,” Yn replied with a grin.
Alexandra watched them from a distance, her jaw tight. It wasn’t that she disliked Yn—she just didn’t understand how someone so young and seemingly perfect could fit in so effortlessly. The other WAGs adored her, the fans couldn’t get enough of her, and even the drivers were charmed by her sweet demeanor.
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“Yn!” Lando called out as he approached the group, a wide smile on his face. “Finally, someone who makes me feel less like a baby here.”
Yn laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Glad I could help.”
“She’s not that young,” Lewis interjected, stepping up behind Yn and wrapping an arm around her waist. His tone was playful, but there was a protective edge to it.
Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no offense! I think it’s great. You two look happy.”
“We are,” Lewis said firmly, pressing a kiss to Yn’s temple.
The other drivers gradually joined the conversation, each of them making an effort to include Yn. Oscar cracked jokes that had her in stitches, while Charles teased her about her taste in music after overhearing her playlist. Even Max, who was usually reserved, made a point to ask her how she was finding everything.
“They like you,” Lewis whispered later as they walked back to his motorhome.
Yn looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “But even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is us.”
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Despite the initial skepticism, it didn’t take long for Yn to win over the entire paddock. Her kindness and genuine nature were impossible to ignore, and soon, she was at the center of every conversation. The fans adored her, flooding social media with messages of support and admiration.
“She’s like a ray of sunshine,” one fan tweeted.
“No wonder Lewis is so smitten,” another wrote. “They’re perfect together.”
The attention didn’t go unnoticed by Alexandra and Kelly. Alexandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Yn surrounded by people who seemed to worship her. Kelly, on the other hand, was struggling with the fact that Yn’s presence had overshadowed her pregnancy.
“I don’t get it,” Alexandra muttered to Kelly during a quiet moment in the paddock. “What’s so special about her?”
Kelly shrugged, though her expression was tight. “She’s nice, I guess.”
“Nice doesn’t make you the center of the universe,” Alexandra snapped. But even as she spoke, she knew her frustration was misplaced. Yn hadn’t done anything wrong—if anything, she’d gone out of her way to be kind to everyone.
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Over time, even Alexandra and Kelly couldn’t resist Yn’s charm. During a group dinner, Yn had complimented Kelly on her outfit, sparking a conversation that lasted the entire evening. By the end of the night, Kelly was laughing along with Yn and the others, her earlier resentment forgotten.
As for Alexandra, it was a quiet moment during a race weekend that changed her perspective. She’d been feeling particularly stressed, and Yn had noticed, pulling her aside to ask if she was okay.
“No one’s ever asked me that,” Alexandra admitted, her voice soft.
“Well, someone should,” Yn replied. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. It’s only fair that someone looks out for you.”
Alexandra had been taken aback, but she couldn’t deny the warmth she felt in that moment. From then on, she made an effort to be kinder to Yn, and before long, they’d developed a tentative friendship.
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Lewis couldn’t have been happier. He loved seeing Yn thrive in the paddock, surrounded by people who cared about her. But more than that, he loved Yn herself. She was everything he’d ever wanted—kind, intelligent, and full of life.
“You know you’re amazing, right?” he told her one evening as they sat on the couch in his motorhome.
Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I’m just me.”
“And that’s more than enough,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
Their love was obvious to anyone who saw them together. Lewis was always touching her in some way, whether it was a hand on her back, an arm around her shoulders, or a kiss on her forehead. He was protective but never overbearing, always making sure Yn felt safe and loved.
“You’ve got yourself a good one,” Valtteri told Lewis one day, nodding toward Yn, who was deep in conversation with Carmen and Rebecca.
“I know,” Lewis said, his voice full of affection. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
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By the end of the season, Yn had become an integral part of the paddock family. She was no longer just “Lewis’s young girlfriend”—she was Yn, the girl everyone adored. The WAGs were her closest friends, and the drivers treated her like one of their own.
As for Lewis, he couldn’t have been prouder. Every time he looked at Yn, he was reminded of how lucky he was to have her in his life. And if anyone had doubts about their relationship at the start, they were long gone now. It was clear to everyone that what Yn and Lewis had was real.
Age was just a number. What mattered was the love they shared, and that was something no one could deny.
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Hiii! Can i ask you to make a one shot where Alexandra and Rebecca (no hate for them obvi) are jealous of Lando's girlfriend because she is loved by all drivers or because their boyfriends do not pda like Lando.
You can make 2 one shots if you don't want to make this two together.
(Ps Lando is very in love with his girlfriend and she is the bestfriend of the 2 Lilys)
Please please please make one of this, i requested this at other 2 blog and they don't make it...🥲🥲🥲
If you write that. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH🥰😍
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The paddock was alive with the usual buzz before the race, drivers and teams preparing for the day ahead but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, one that only a few could feel, and Alexandra and Rebecca were the ones most attuned to it. They exchanged a glance as they observed the scene in front of them.
She stood in the center of a group of drivers, a smile on her face as she laughed at something Daniel Ricciardo had just said. Lando stood next to her, his arm slung casually around her waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin as they exchanged whispered words.
The energy between them was palpable, and it wasn’t just the fact that Lando Norris was openly in love with his girlfriend. He was always touchy with her, always affectionate in a way that had begun to make waves in the paddock. It was how he wasn’t shy about showing it. He kissed her forehead in front of the cameras, pulled her close in the middle of interviews, and made sure the world knew she was his, every single moment of the day.
The other drivers—Max, Charles, George, and even Lewis—often looked on with a mix of admiration and amusement. It was no secret that she was well-loved among them. She was funny, smart, and always had a way of making everyone feel comfortable. But for Alexandra and Rebecca, it was something more.
It was the way she was loved.
Alexandra crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "I just don’t get it," she muttered, half to herself, half to Rebecca, who was standing a few paces away.
Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Alexandra nodded toward her, who was now wrapped in Lando’s arms, their heads close together as they whispered something to each other. "Her," Alexandra said, bitterness creeping into her tone. "She’s just… everywhere. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger. Look at Lando—he’s obsessed with her and then there’s the Lilys, always around her too. It’s like… the entire paddock just revolves around her."
Rebecca snorted, a sound that was more dismissive than anything else. "Right? And don’t even get me started on how they act around her. It’s like… she’s their golden girl or something. When’s the last time you saw a driver act like that with us? I can’t even remember the last time Carlos did anything remotely close to that in public."
Alexandra's eyes flickered to the side, where Lando stood with his arms crossed, talking to Pierre. He wasn’t touching her, wasn’t even looking her way. For the briefest moment, she felt the sting of that distance. It wasn’t anything new, but seeing Lando and her so effortlessly affectionate only highlighted it more.
"We should try that," Rebecca muttered, though there was no real enthusiasm in her voice. "You know, public displays of affection. Maybe they'd wake up and realize we’re here, too."
Alexandra shook her head. "It’s not just that. It’s the way everyone loves her. It’s like they can’t help themselves and not just the drivers—fans too. Have you seen how they go on about her on social media? She’s everywhere."
Rebecca’s lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced over at her again, catching her laughing with Lando. Her jealousy was palpable, but she wasn’t about to admit it out loud. "She’s not even that special. I mean, come on. What makes her so great?"
Alexandra shrugged, her eyes still locked on her and Lando. "I don’t know. It’s like she’s this perfect little package—smart, pretty, always so bubbly, and then Lando just makes it worse by acting like she’s his world. No one else has it like that."
Rebecca let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "It’s so over the top. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to prove something."
They both watched as Lando whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle and swat at his arm. The way she responded—it wasn’t just affection; it was an ease, a comfort that was so natural, it made everything else around them seem almost forced.
Alexandra's fingers curled into her arms, and she bit her lip. "I don’t think I’ll ever understand it."
Rebecca’s gaze turned to her once again, and she couldn’t deny the envy that bubbled up inside her. It wasn’t just about the PDA—it was about everything. She had somehow become the center of it all, and it made her want to scream.
"I hate how they just... have it. They’re the couple everyone roots for, and we’re just… us."
Alexandra tilted her head toward her friend, noting the tone in her voice. "You think we could be that? Like, with our boyfriends?"
Rebecca considered it for a moment, her jaw tightening. "I don’t know. Maybe we’re just not as... perfect as she is."
A silence fell over them, thick and unspoken, both women lost in their own thoughts. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was frustration. The attention she seemed to effortlessly attract, the love she garnered without even trying, was a sharp reminder of their own struggles in relationships, of the distance they felt from the men they loved.
Meanwhile, she was completely unaware of the undercurrents brewing around her. Her attention was fixed solely on Lando, the way his fingers lightly traced over her hand, how his eyes sparkled when they met hers. It was like they were in their own little world, and for a brief moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
The Lilys were nearby, laughing and sharing some inside joke they all had together, their connection obvious. Everyone was captivated by her, and it was as if nothing could break the siren spell she had cast over the entire grid.
Lando leaned down, whispering something else in her ear. She blushed, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The intimacy between them was so apparent, so natural, that it almost felt like everyone else had faded into the background. Their connection wasn’t just public—it was inescapable, unavoidable.
She smiled, blissfully content in her little bubble, unaware that for some, her happiness was the very thing they longed for.
Rebecca glanced sideways at Alexandra again, her voice low but laced with frustration. "Do you think she knows? How much do they all... love her?"
Alexandra’s voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "I don’t know. She probably doesn’t even realize how much it affects us. How it feels like we’re invisible sometimes."
"Right," Rebecca agreed. "Like we’re just... not enough."
Lando and her casual affection didn’t go unnoticed by others. Even in the rare moments when they weren’t physically touching, there was an undeniable pull between them. A few drivers who were in earshot exchanged knowing glances, but the attention they received didn’t seem to faze Lando. He was completely immersed in her, and she, in turn, was absorbed in him.
As the race preparations continued, Alexandra and Rebecca found themselves watching, more entranced by the affection between Lando and her than they’d like to admit. The jealousy wasn’t just about public displays—it was the constant reminder that their own relationships never quite measured up. The way Lando made her feel seen, adored, cherished—none of them had ever felt that way in the same way.
Alexandra sighed and straightened, breaking the silence. "I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to be jealous of her but I can’t help it."
Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, her gaze still fixed on the couple in front of them. It was a deep, quiet pain that neither of them had been able to shake off since they’d first noticed how much attention she attracted. They weren’t just jealous of her relationship—they were jealous of the ease with which she made it all look.
"Do you think we could ever be like them?" Alexandra asked, her voice low, tinged with both hope and uncertainty.
Rebecca shifted on the bench, crossing her arms. "What do you mean? You mean... them? PDA-ing everywhere and making everyone uncomfortable?"
Alexandra bit her lip, glancing over at the couple. "Not exactly but... you know. The way they are with each other. They make everyone around them feel like they’re the only two people in the world. It just... it feels real, right?"
Rebecca looked skeptical, her brow furrowing as she glanced at her boyfriend, Carlos Sainz, who was deep in conversation with a few other drivers. "Maybe, but I don’t think we could do that. It’s not... us. Besides, our boyfriends don’t act like Lando. You know how Carlos is—he’s always so reserved. I mean he’s goofy but still reserved."
Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting toward Charles Leclerc, who was at the other end of the paddock, talking to a few mechanics. She tried to imagine them in the same scenario—Lando and her, so open and carefree and then Charles, who kept his emotions locked tight behind a mask of calm.
"Yeah, I know but that doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I mean, we’re always playing the cool, collected girlfriend act. Maybe it’s time for a change."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You want us to try and do what they’re doing? Be all touchy-feely and PDA-y, like we’ve got something to prove?"
Alexandra’s voice softened as she thought about it, her gaze lingering on Charles, who was now smiling at something one of the engineers had said. "I just... I want to feel seen. Like they do. Lando makes it so obvious how much he loves her. And I know that’s not everything, but sometimes I wish Charles would do more. He’s... distant, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s because I’m not enough."
Rebecca’s lips pressed together. She had the same insecurities but wasn’t quite ready to admit them aloud. "I know what you mean. All Carlos does is hold my hand to walk me through the paddock, sometimes not at all. I feel like I’m just a trophy girlfriend to him when we’re at the track but when he’s with the other drivers, it’s like he’s a completely different person."
There was a pause, both women lost in their thoughts. They both knew their boyfriends loved them in their own way but there was something about the attention and affection Lando and her shared that felt so undeniable, so effortless, and it made them feel as though their relationships were somehow lacking.
Alexandra stood up abruptly. "You know what? Let’s just do it. Let’s go over there, act like we mean it, and see how they respond. We need to show them we can be just as affectionate. We’ll be the ones everyone talks about."
Rebecca hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of frustration and longing was enough to push her forward. "Alright. Let’s try it."
They approached Carlos and Charles, who were now standing together near a quiet corner of the paddock. The sight of them standing side by side made Alexandra and Rebecca feel a little more confident. If they could just find the courage to replicate what they had seen in her and Lando’s relationship, they might finally feel seen.
"Hey," Alexandra said, her voice just a little too high-pitched as she approached Charles. She leaned in, placing a hand on his shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Charles gave her a small smile but didn’t move, his posture still stiff. "Hey, everything okay?"
"Yeah," Alexandra replied, forcing a smile. "I just thought... maybe we could have a little more fun today. You know, like, just let go a little. It’s not all about the race, right?"
Before Charles could respond, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. The move was clumsy, too forced, and Charles immediately stiffened under her touch. He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable.
"Alex, baby," he began, his voice hesitant. "What are you doing?"
"Just... you know, being affectionate," she said quickly, trying to make it sound casual. "Lando and Y/n do it all the time."
Charles’s eyes flickered to Lando and her, who were now in the midst of another affectionate exchange. He looked back at Alexandra, a little unsure of what to do next.
"I don’t think that’s really... necessary," he said, his tone soft but firm. "I’m not... I’m not really into all that PDA. You know that."
Alexandra’s smile faltered as she tried to read his expression. "But don’t you want to show people we’re together? Like... like them?"
Charles ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape. "We don’t need to prove anything to anyone, Alex. I’m with you. That’s enough."
Alexandra felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, trying to show more affection would change something, but it only seemed to make Charles pull further away.
Meanwhile, Rebecca had attempted the same with Carlos, trying to get him to wrap an arm around her waist. But Carlos, too, had stiffened under her touch. "Rebecca, I don’t think this is a good idea," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a little hesitant. "You know I’m not a big fan of doing this in public."
"But why not?" Rebecca asked, almost desperate. "Why can’t we just act like we’re in love the way Lando and Y/n do? Why does it have to be so complicated?"
Carlos looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the attention they were starting to gather. "We’re in a race paddock, Rebecca. We don’t need to put on a show."
The words hit harder than she expected. It wasn’t that Carlos didn’t love her; she knew he did. But the kind of affection she craved—the public displays, the hand-holding, the constant reassurance—was something he couldn’t give her. Not in the way she needed.
Both Alexandra and Rebecca pulled away, feeling the weight of their failed attempts to recreate something they had seen in her relationship. It wasn’t that they wanted to be them; it was just that they wanted to feel loved—seen and acknowledged in the same way.
They stood in silence for a few moments, the awkwardness between them thickening, as they realized that maybe their relationships just weren’t built the same way as theirs was.
"I guess... I guess some things just aren’t meant to be forced," Alexandra muttered, her voice soft.
Rebecca nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah. I guess."
The words were left hanging in the air as they turned to walk away, each woman reflecting on the differences in their relationships. Despite their insecurities, they knew deep down that love didn’t always look the same. But for just a moment, the girls couldn’t help but wish for love that was as obvious as the one her and Lando shared.
Once the race was over, the usual post-race celebrations had begun to wind down. The paddock was buzzing with the energy of success and disappointment, but for Alexandra and Rebecca, there was a quiet weight that hung between them. They had both tried to force something that wasn’t there, and now they found themselves standing in the shadows of the team garages, the crowd around them a world away.
Alexandra leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, her eyes cast downward. She had hoped that showing more affection would somehow change things, but it had only made her feel worse. The uncomfortable silence that followed her attempt at PDA with Charles lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she was the one in the wrong. Maybe she had expected too much.
Rebecca stood beside her, arms folded tightly across her chest as if she were protecting herself. The tension in her posture mirrored Alexandra’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
"You know," Alexandra finally said, breaking the silence, her voice low and hesitant, "I thought I could change things. I thought... if I just showed Charles that I wanted more of what her and Lando have, things would feel different. But now it just feels... forced. Like I’m trying too hard."
Rebecca didn’t look at her, but she could hear the vulnerability in her friend’s voice. It made her realize that she had been holding onto her own feelings for far too long.
"I get it," Rebecca said softly. "I tried to do the same with Carlos. I thought maybe if I was more like them, more open, more... affectionate, he’d finally see me the way I want him to. But all I got was awkwardness." She exhaled sharply, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I feel like I’m invisible when I’m around him sometimes. Like I’m just... there. But not really there, you know?"
Alexandra nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of the unspoken emotions she had kept hidden. "Yeah. I feel the same way with Charles. He’s so distant. I know he loves me, but I just want him to show it more. To... want to show it. I want to feel special. But when I try to get close, it’s like I’m pushing him away."
Rebecca shifted uncomfortably, finally turning to face her friend. "It’s not like I’m asking Carlos to be Lando, but... sometimes I just want to know he cares. I want him to make me feel... wanted. But it always feels like he’s holding back. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."
Alexandra looked at her, her heart aching with empathy. "You’re not doing anything wrong, Rebecca. I think... maybe we’ve been measuring our relationships against something else—against her and Lando, against what everyone else seems to have. But... maybe what we have isn’t supposed to look like theirs."
The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Alexandra felt the tension begin to loosen in her chest. "I just wanted to be seen, you know? Like... really seen. Not just as the girlfriend, but as someone who matters to them, the way they matter to us."
Rebecca let out a quiet breath, a mixture of relief and sadness. "I think we all want that. But maybe we’re looking for it in the wrong places. Maybe Charles and Carlos... they show us they care in ways we don’t always notice because we’re too busy looking for something else. Something we think we need."
Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting to the empty space around them. "It’s hard. Especially when you see what Lando and her have. They just... make it look so easy. So perfect. And it makes you wonder if you’re just not enough. If maybe they’re right to be so out there, but maybe we just need something more... personal. More quiet."
Rebecca thought for a moment, her gaze now fixed on the ground. "Yeah. I don’t need Carlos to be Lando, and I don’t need Charles to be that way either. I think I just need them to show me... in their own way... that I’m not invisible. That I matter. Even if it’s not perfect like them."
"Exactly," Alexandra said quietly. "We just need to stop comparing our relationships to theirs. It’s not fair to anyone. Not to them, and not to us."
They started walking through the paddock in silence.
"You think they know how much they’ve made us feel this way?" Rebecca asked, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.
Alexandra shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I don’t think they have a clue."
Rebecca laughed, a sound that was light and free, a welcome release from the tension that had built up over the past few days. "Well, I’m glad I'm not the only one who feels like this," she said with a wink. "Maybe it’s time to stop trying to be something we’re not. And maybe we can just... be with them the way we are. No forced PDA. No comparisons."
Alexandra smiled fully now, the weight lifting from her chest as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah. No more pretending. Let’s just... be us. And if they love us, it’s going to be enough."
Rebecca placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You know, I think we’re going to be okay."
"Yeah," Alexandra replied, her voice firm with newfound conviction. "We will be."
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NO HATE TO ALEXANDRA OR REBECCA. This is strictly fictional
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Miami Baby | MV33
☆ summary: actress and avid f1 fan visits the paddock for the first time and she is a certain world champion’s celebrity crush.
☆ pairing: max verstappen x famous!reader x grid!platonic
☆ fc & warnings: suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume.
☆ requested: nope!!
☆ a/n: this was one of the first fics i ever started writing and just havent had the nerve to post it. this is my first time posting a written and smau fic so bear with me here 🥹
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[story 1: guess what i’m up to this week] [story 2: princess treatment fr 💅🏻]
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user2: MIAMI GRAND PRIX?!
user4: omg are you finally going to a grand prix!!!!???
yourbff: AND SHES DRIVING A FERRARI?!
ynuser: YES!! this is a dream come true
yourbff: i’m so happy for you y/n/n 🤍 FORZA FERRARI!!!!
ynuser: FORZA FERRARI
tomholland2013: Hope you have the best time in Miami!! Z says that you have to come with us to Silverstone tho
ynuser: thank you tommy!! count me in 🫶🏻
user3: MAMA Y MIAMI
user1: car or driver - level impossible
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ynuser: hot new driver alert, watch out boys! Make sure to catch my hot lap with The Carlos Sainz and say hi if you see me this weekend in Miami 🫶🏻❤️🏎️
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user3: the way she was giggling like a little kid as carlos whipped the car around , oh i love her
user4: no bc she’s finally at a gp living her dreams
user6: she’s literally just another celebrity?
user5: user6 you don’t know the lore! she’s been an f1 fan since before she got famous and she’s been friends with rebecca and alex for quite a while
carlossainz55: had an absolute blast driving with you! looking forward to seeing you this weekend!
ynuser: likewise!!!
scuderiaferrari: bellissima! ready for an exciting weekend ❤️
iamrebeccad: hottest hot lap i’ve ever seen😍😍
maxverstappen1: hot lap with me next
charlesleclerc: since when do you do hot laps?
user8: AM I READING THIS RIGHT
user9: MAX!???????????
user10: i’m sorry is the max verstappen trying to flirt rn
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ynuser: thank you charlie 🫶🏻
charlesleclerc: bien sûr y/n
user3: do you wanna be my chauffeur next?
maxverstappen1: charles you have got to introduce me to her
charleslerclerc: to who?
maxverstappen1: y/n
charlesleclerc: max are you ok?
maxverstappen1: what do you mean??? yes, i am ok??
charlesleclerc: i’m just shocked you willingly want to be introduced to someone??? let alone a celebrity?
maxverstappen1: charles 🙄
maxverstapppen1: she may or may not be my celebrity crush ok
charlesleclerc: ohhh mon ami you should have said that sooner
charlesleclerc: i’ll get alex and rebecca on the case 😉
maxverstappen1: oh god no charles i just meant an introduction i don’t need anyone on the case 😭
user12: 3 pretty best friends
user14: the little matching outfits?! im sick
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user15: you were made to wear ferrari merch
iamrebeccad: can’t wait to show you off to all the other boys 😍
ynuser: but you’re the only one i want 😫
iamrebeccad: i know darling but im not the only one who wants you 😉
ynuser: CRYPTIC what does that mean
alexandrasaintmleux: i’m so glad we finally got you to ferrari mon amour but we should definitely take a walk around the paddock!! you can meet some drivers that aren’t in red - maybe some blue
ynuser: i’ll go anywhere with you
maxverstappen1: i think red bull blue would look better on you
ynuser: blue? perhaps!
user17: begging to know where you got that belt it’s so slay
user22: one of these drivers has got to wife you up you’d be the best wag
user18: can’t wait for all the pictures of you on the grid
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charlesleclerc: find max! he’ll help you get back to ferrari
user14: steal all their notes and bring it to ferrari so we can have a better car
landonorris: come to mclaren its way better here
ynuser: ok then come get me muppet i’m lost 😭
user87: steal one of the cars and give it to carlos!!!
user23: ms girl what are you doing there?? i thought you were supposed to be filming your new movie!
iamrebeccad: 🤭🤭🤭
ynuser: oh so you did this on purpose?
user55: project get ferrari a rocket ship is a go
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The pit lane was humming with activity as mechanics and team members alike continued with their duties after a productive qualifying session. You glanced around looking for your friends, alex and rebecca, who had convinced you to take this walk in the first place, but you couldn’t find them in the sea of red bull employees. Letting out a sigh you pulled out your phone hoping to see some sort of reply from either them but there was nothing.
"y/n?" a familiar voice questioned, startling you out of your thoughts. you were met with a confused looking max verstappen and you felt your cheeks heat. max was still in his white fireproofs with his suit pulled down around his waist and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look incredible. you may have accidentally admitted to alex that max was your crush on the grid and you had a sneaking suspicion thats why both her and rebecca magically disappeared leaving you here.
"yes! hi max!!" you said quickly, holding out your hand for him to shake. "it's a genuine honor to meet you!" max looked down at your outstretched hand and paused for a moment before taking it in his own.
his hand engulfed yours as a grin stretched across his face, "the honor is mine, y/n - i'm actually a pretty big fan of yours."
"you are?"
max chuckled, "yes? is that hard to believe?"
"no, no .. i just didn't think you'd know who i was! i mean - im just surprised is all," you said quickly, realizing you were stumbling over your words but max didn't seem to be phased.
"don't be surprised, you are quite talented," max took a sip from his red bull can and you watched as his eyes danced around the pit lane. "do you want an escort back to ferrari?"
"yes, please."
"great, come with me," max rested his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you through the red bull garage and back to the paddock. he made idle chit chat as you tried your very best to focus on anything other than the electricity you could feel from where his hand met the fabric of your dress.
"ahh there you are mon amor!" alex cooed as you and max approached the ferrari hospitality. rebecca looked between you and max with a knowing look on her face. you made a mental note to talk to them both later about how they couldn't just leave you places unattended even if it meant meeting max.
"well would you look at this," charles patted max on the back as he walked past taking his place next to alex. he had a devilish smirk plastered across his handsome features as his eyes travelled between the two of you.
"max was kind enough to help me navigate my way back here after alex and rebecca so sweetly ditched me in the pit lane."
"oh was he now? well then we must repay my dear friend! how about you come to the club with us after the race tomorrow max?" charles looked expectantly at his friend.
max let out a sigh, "i suppose i could be persuaded."
"thats the spirit!" charles clapped his hands together, "i'll text you the details mon ami."
a night club? in miami? with max verstappen? this ought to be interesting.
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user16: you crying over lando winning his first race is so real
landonorris: i am crying u r right girl
ynuser: as long as ur not cryin in the club
landonorris: not yet !! but the night is young!!
user22: ok body is tea wtf
alexandrasaintmleux: you’re so beautiful i love you so much
ynuser: YOU are so beautiful. i love you more my girl
yourbff: why are you !! a ferrari!!! crying over a mclaren?!
ynuser: bc it’s lando and we love bob in this house
yourbff: ok yeah fine
user12: miami is NOT ready for your hotness that’s for sure
ianrebeccad: ok i need to borrow that outfit from you asap. also pls get to the club faster im stuck here without you both 🥹
ynuser: you’re the one who wanted to “get ready” with carlos and not us soooooo
user44: i’m foaming at the mouth
maxverstappen1: understandable to cry over me not winning
ynuser: i’m glad you get it 😫
user45: that’s not a face card, that’s a whole face economy
user33: who are these divas?
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max could feel the music pounding through his chest as his fellow club goers danced to the beat. feeling all sorts of nerves, he brought his gin and tonic to his lips and took a few big gulps hoping the liquid courage would hit him soon. his eyes couldn’t help but follow you as you swayed your entire body to the music without a care in the world. readjusting the hat on his head, he watched as your skirt inched lower on your hips and he could almost feel his mouth start to water.
“max just go and talk to her!” charles yelled over the music pulling max out of his thoughts.
“i can’t.”
“quoi? what do you mean you can’t?”
“she’s just… i just… i can’t!” max finished off his drink and set it down on the table in front of him. “i mean look at her,” max explains throwing his arms up in exasperation, “she’s so beautiful!! i’m not sure i’d even know what to say.”
“just ask her to dance or to get another drink!” charles looked over to you, alex and rebecca as you danced with carlos and lando.
“i can’t.”
“max - if you don’t i guarantee someone else is going to try and make a move on her.” charles was now staring max down with a scowl on his face, “and i know that would upset you more than just growing some balls and talking to her!”
max frowned, realizing his friend was right. “i’m just scared she won’t like me.”
“i have insider knowledge that says she fancies you.”
max’s eyes widened, “and you didn’t lead with that?”
“no because i wasn’t supposed to tell you!! now please for the love of god let’s go get her.”
max and charles navigated their way through the sea of bodies until they made it to your little group. you looked up at max with a bright smile and he felt the butterflies in his stomach intensify. before he lost all of his nerve, he blurted out “get a drink with me?”
you nodded, “i’d love to!” max smiled and grabbed your hand so that he wouldn’t lose you in the mass of people.
there was very little available space at the bar which left you leaning against the counter and max directly behind you leaning against you so that he could hear the bartender. not a single coherent thought was going through your head, all you could focus on was the way max’s body rested against yours, the warmth it offered you, the way he was resting his strong hands on either side of you and how if you turned you’d be face to face and able to kiss him right on—
max tapped on your shoulder pulling you out of your thoughts and earning a slight jump from you. “the bartender asked what you wanted to drink, y/n” max explained into your ear causing goosebumps to spread like wild fire across your skin.
the bartender was looking at you expectantly, “oh! i’ll take a gin and tonic please!!” you panic ordered not being able to come up with anything else on the spot. “so sorry,” you quickly added as the bartender turned to make your drink. mentally you scolded yourself for not being able to get it together but boy was keeping it together hard when the max verstappen was very much taking up your personal space.
after thanking the bartender for your drinks, max took a step back allowing you to turn and look at him. he was in a pair of his classic skinny jeans, a backwards black cap, a black tshirt that hugged his arms perfectly and he wore a soft smile as he looked down at you with his big blue eyes. “wanna dance?” you asked before taking a gulp of your drink.
max’s grin grew, “absolutely.” you decided not to give him any time to reconsider and instead grabbed his hand and drug him out to the dance floor. you could feel eyes on you both but you didn’t care. “i should likely preface this with the fact that i’m not much of a dancer,” max admitted sheepishly. he was taking note of how close you both were now. you had stopped rather abruptly in the middle of the dance floor leaving him so close to you that he could steal your breath if he really wanted and oh boy did he want to.
you laughed effortlessly, “everyone is a dancer if they try hard enough, max!" The DJ began playing a remix of one of your favorite songs and max watched intently as you began moving to the music. He threw back the remainder of his drink and made quick work of discarding it, feeling more courageous now.
you quickly noticed max was still very much standing completely still. “it’s all in the hips,” you cooed putting your free hand on his hips and pushing him so he would move. max obliged and began swinging his hips back and forth timidly, not having a ton of room to move out at the center of the dance floor. "atta boy!" you praised giving him a smirk.
max almost choked on air at that comment from you — what could he say? he was a sucker for praise and that comment gave him the confidence he needed to place both hands on your hips and pull you in so that your body fit snuggly against his own. max had a feeling that this was going to be a very good night.
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f1gossip: last night max verstappen and actress y/n y/l/n were seen attending a party with many of the grid members. they seem to have gotten very cozy out on the dance floor sharing quite a few kisses. it’s also reported that the pair were seen leaving together at the end of the night.
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user1: OMG WHAT MY WORLDS COLLIDING
user2: nah he looks so fine in that hat omg
user8: i knew him offering that hot lap had to mean something
user6: they’re both so hot i’m sure their night was … actually imma stop myself before i get banned
user3: this was orchestrated by alex and rebecca i just know it
user8: i could see charles and lando getting in on it too tbh
user4: jealousy doesn’t look pretty on me but dear lord am i jealous
user5: he may have bagged the baddest baddie alive.. how did he manage that in those skinny jeans
user4: listen those skinny jeans make his thighs look real biteable
user5: and you got me there
user9: need more max and y/n content asap
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HIDE YOUR NAME NOT YOUR TEAM - LN4



summary : In which a pretty red head catches Lando’s eye one night in mexico, a rude remark and laughable flirting stays on both of their minds. The last thing Lando expects is to see her again in the paddock, while he’s determined to figure her out, she’s determined to hide her name and why she constantly is spotted in orange.
listen up : panic attack, sexual comments, comedy!! lando norris x bosses!daughter.
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I don’t usually go to these things. But Alexandra convinced me when she said I could borrow her dyson.
“I take it back.” I say as I get my drink, we’re sat at the bar, Charles already gone to find some drivers, “Let’s go back to the hotel! Girls night!” I beg her but she just shakes her head.
“You look too hot for that.” I sigh, I do look hot tonight. I’m in a black mini dress, sheer tights, and knee high boots that are the same shade of burgundy red as my hair.
Just as she says that, Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend, comes up to us, “Y/n! You never come out with us!” She hugs me and I smile. I never do but I do like hanging with my girls.
“I had to drag her here!” Alex sips her drink as Rebecca laughs. We’re in Mexico for the grand prix, something I also rarely find myself at.
“Don’t make that face! You deserve a day off.” I sigh, knowing they’re right.
“Alright.” I down the rest of my drink, coughing and turning to the bartender, “Three shots please! Surprise us!”
The girls squeal and as soon as I sit back down, I know it’s gonna be a good night.
I’m multiple drinks in, dancing with my friends, when Carlos and Charles sweep my friends away like it’s nothing.
I scoff, going to walk off the dance floor before a man stops me, “Wanna dance?” I almost laugh when I see who it is. I can tell he sees me thinking about it, “I promise I don’t bite.”
⋆༺
LANDO NORRIS
I noticed her when she was dancing with some guy who was out of his mind wasted. I saw her hair first, a dark cherry red with messy waves.
I don’t know if she’s here with friends but I do know that I want to know more.
She’s staring at me like i’ve just asked her to do a backflip, “Uh… no.” She shakes her head and walks straight past me.
What the fuck?
I haven’t had a girl reject me in a long time, but it’s not unheard of. Still, something about her is telling me to not give up.
“Wait! I’ll buy you a drink!” I hurry after her, she’s flipping her hair over her shoulder and eyeing me, “Please?”
“Please?” She laughs, “You can’t find any other girl besides me?” She hops up onto a bar stool and I lean against the counter, staying close.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m Lando.”
“Yeah, I know.” This surprises me.
“Oh! Well then you know I'm not a creep, so you’ll let me buy you a drink?” She crosses her arms, she seems to be assessing me.
“Fine.” I get her a dirty martini and water for myself. “Thank you.”
“I’ll always be down to buy a pretty girl a drink.” I smile as she sips her drink, “I never caught your name-”
“Mhm…” She looks around the club, obviously not interested in what I have to say.
“Okay, Red.” She doesn’t even flinch at the nickname, “Why are you in Mexico?”
She hums, “Family.” she lets out a long breath.
I frown at her lack of interest, “That’s fun. I’m racing here this weekend.” She doesn’t respond, “Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I promise I'm not like whatever shit magazine you read.”
She looks at me after that and I immediately know I fucked up. Except instead of throwing her drink on me, she just laughs, “God, you’re an asshole.” And with that, she walks away.
⋆༺
YOU
Lando Norris hitting on me was not something I expected from that night.
But it immediately became worse once I remembered why I was in Mexico.
“Sweetheart!” My dad hugs me tight. Zak Brown is a lot of things but a shit dad isn’t one of them. He’s in all orange, contrasting my white dress. I smile as he pulls back, “I’m so happy you’re here!”
I have gone to four grand prix’s in my life. It seems a bit odd for someone who’s father is there almost every weekend, but we had a deal. I was a sort of trouble child, more in my teens when I wanted more freedom. I took some years off of school but I realized what I was wasting and got right back into college.
My dad said I couldn’t come to a grand prix until I finished school. I was annoyed at first, who wouldn’t want to spend their weekends partying with rich people and flying on private jets? But I sort of fell in love with my studies in fashion and had no time anyway.
But I recently graduated and am back in my papaya fathers reach.
“How are you doing? Excited to be back?” I nod as I walk up the paddock with him.
“Very! I’ve missed everything, especially my friends.” He smiles and I’m happy I can make him do that in public.
“I’m so proud. Oh!” I see my nightmare in neon and freeze, “Come meet one of our drivers, he’s a bit like you, I think.” My dad looks back at my frozen position and frowns.
“I forgot I have to grab food with Lily! New friend duties, right! Remember how happy you are that i’m making friends!? Bye!” I turn around and run.
I end up meeting up with Lily because as soon as I heard myself say it, I suddenly really wanted to see her. Lily isn’t new to the paddock, but I’ve only met her a couple times. We follow each other on instagram and have DM’d multiple times.
After our taco and gossip session, practice started and I know I should be watching, but I want to explore more. So instead, I walk around the Paddock alone.
I seriously missed this environment. One of my favorite memories from when I was a kid was my dad walking me around the paddock. I love the hustle and bustle of the paparazzi, fans, and drivers.
I also love the quiet in the paddock while the cars are on track. I make it back inside, finally finding a bathroom and after fixing my hair and makeup, I wander more halls.
I don’t want to admit I'm lost, but I definitely am. I’m about to call Lily and Rebecca but realize I am a strong independent woman! That and I'm a tad embarrassed.
I turn yet another corner and see the worst person for this situation. I realize he hasn’t seen me yet but when I go to turn he eyes me, “Red?” He looks genuinely shocked and I'm even more shocked that he remembers me!
I laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He’s in his race suit, sweaty, and way too good looking with it unzipped. He runs his hand through his curls, has he always been this attractive?
Sorry! Dickhead. I don’t like this man. He’s an asshole.
“What the fuck?” Is all he can say.
“Hey!” I smile, “Thanks for buying me that drink the other night…” When I left him at the bar, I did not think about the whole MY FATHER IS HIS BOSS thing.
“What are you doing here?” I hide my paddock pass behind my back, “Seriously. You’re not some stalker are you?”
I roll my eyes, “No but I am lost.” I can’t ask him to point me to the Mclaren garage because then he’ll ask why so I go for the next best thing, “I’m looking for the ferrari garage!” I need to text Alex right now.
“I’m still confused- you said you were in town for family.” Fuck my life.
“Yeah! Well… Alex is like family to me! And she invited me. Alex as in-“
“Charles’ girlfriend. Yeah I know.” He moves his water bottle from one hand to the other, stepping closer. “But, why would I help you if you think I'm an asshole?”
Okay. Good point.
“Because you think I'm pretty?” I smile and I can tell he’s biting back a laugh. “And because you were being pretty cocky!”
He nods, “Fair enough. Come with me.” I didn’t expect him to give in so easily.
“Hey, why were you in here anyways?” He shrugs and keeps walking for a bit before answering.
“Needed a breather.”
I nod, walking with him in silence, he opens the door for me and the sun hits up straight on. “So… how's the whole driving thing going?”
He glances at me, “It's alright. Quali tomorrow.”
“Good luck. Although I kinda hope you don’t get first.” He raises a brow. “I’m a big Piastri fan.”
He looks genuinely hurt, “I didn’t even think you watched.”
I frown, “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I'm here.”
“Yeah but you… nevermind.”
I stop, turning to him, “You have to tell me now!”
He grins, looking away and continuing to walk, “You just didn’t have a reaction when I hit on you.” I scoff, “I know, I know! Dickish.”
I can’t help but laugh, “Honestly… fair enough. If I looked like you with the whole famous rich thing. I’d be pulling left and right.”
He eyes me, “So you think i’m attractive.” My face drops and I look ahead, “Hey it’s okay we already know I think you’re hot!” God if my dad ever heard this…
“Just shut up.” He does.
Until he doesn’t, “You really a big Oscar fan?”
I’m happy that I got under his skin with that one, “What if I said I liked Verstappen more?”
“I’d leave your lost ass right here.” Lando says it so serious that all I can do is laugh. He looks proud after I look at him again. “Seriously though.”
“Ferrari girl through and through.” He rolls those gorgeous green eyes of his, “McLaren might be second best though. Plus that Colapinto kid…”
He rolls his eyes, “You can’t like Franco more than me.”
“What, you jealous?” He points to turn and when we do, I see the garages in view.
“Gonna give me your name yet? Or am I sticking to Red?”
I pull his same move and avoid the question, “Thanks for showing me back.”
“Is it bad I like it when you’re mean to me?” I groan and walk away, “Bye, Red!”
“Later, Norris.”
⋆༺
“He doesn’t know who you are!?” Lily and Alexandra scream at the same time, we’re sitting in my hotel room when I called an emergency girls meeting. Except Rebecca is with Carlos to celebrate a little after his pole.
I cover my face with my hands, “But why does it matter!?”
“He’s obviously is hot for you.” Alex shrugs as Lily laughs, rolling onto her back.
“Babe, No wonder he’s so interested in you! I mean- besides the fact that you’re hilarious and drop dead gorgeous- he definitely is intrigued.”
I shake my head, “More like plotting to get me back for calling him an asshole.”
“Wait! You called him an asshole!?” Lily laughs even harder, “I love you!”
“Genuine question though… why don’t you go for it?” I stare at Alex as if she has two heads.
“Go for it!? Lando Norris?” She nods, “No way! Besides the fact that my dad is his boss, he’s way too cocky, and he doesn’t even know my name, I still wouldn’t go for him.”
“That’s kinda part of the appeal.” Alex shrugs, “What!? He knows nothing about you but thinks your hot! Seems like enough to me.”
We end up crying laughing, the conversation straying from Lando and to all the on track drama.
⋆༺
I’ve been avoiding the McLaren garage like the plague. I was there this morning but stayed on Oscar’s side. After meeting him, falling in love with him (platonically of course), and seeing that Lando was completely locked into Qualifying, I took my first breath of calmness.
The boys went out and I popped over to talk to Pato. Quali was over way quicker than I expected, After Oscar’s P17 a weird energy was in the garage and as soon as I saw Lando’s car, I was out of there.
What game am I even playing? Maybe it’s a little hot that he doesn’t know who I am… I don’t know why. Plenty of people have bugged me because of who my dad is, but Lando doesn’t need extra grand prix tickets or me to spot him money.
I find myself in a large room, it’s filled with chairs and a couch facing them. I grin immediately, how the hell is this just open?
I obviously am going to take my chance and pretend to be a talented man! The couch is not as comfortable as I expected and I almost fucking jump off of it when someone walks in.
He's breathing heavily and I recognize something’s wrong immediately. He’s pulling off the velcro of his race suit, unzipping it and pacing. “Lando.”
His head shoots up immediately, just staring at me, “Fuck Red, why are you everywhere?” His breath is labored and shaky.
I stand slowly as he slides down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning his head back. I’m confused because he seemed fine twenty minutes ago. P3 was not bad especially for where they are right now.
I start to say something but he just shakes his head, “I can’t.” He points to his throat and I realize he can’t breathe.
“I like your hair.” I say quickly, he looks so shocked when he looks up at me, “You look really good with it.” He keeps breathing heavily.
“Huh?”
“Although, you should ditch that fuck ass hat.” He tries to laugh but he’s still struggling. I slowly sit in front of him, “Seriously, who told you to wear that?”
“I- I have to.”
I roll my eyes but my hands are shaking. I’m not a stranger to a panic attack and seeing it happen to someone in front of me is a little scary, “Free will? I mean we all know you have it with the amount of times you whip out your middle finger.”
He laughs again, breathy, but his breathing seems to be getting slower.
“You definitely have free will.” he chokes out, “Saw you- today. Flirting with Lewis.” He got me there.
“Okay! Have you seen him? Who wouldn’t!?”
He shakes his head, “He’s way older.”
“Some people might find that hot.” He side eyes me, “Don’t worry I'm still into guys my own age.”
He’s smiling, nodding. We stay silent for a moment, his head resting against his knees as he catches his breath. He finally slides his legs out in front of him and I scoot next to him.
I tap my neck to ask for permission and he understands immediately, nodding. My hand slips to his neck, feeling his pulse.
“I used to have panic attacks a lot last year.” I explain as I feel his heart underneath my touch. He doesn’t say anything, just looking into my eyes. I swallow, “Your heart is going crazy.”
He doesn’t miss a beat, “Yeah I don’t think that’s because of the panic attack.”
I give him a look, “Seriously? Even in distress you’re a flirt.”
He licks his lips, “You’re good at calming people.”
“All I did was talk, not that hard.” My hand is still on his neck. “Are you okay?”
He swallows, looking away just as I drop my hand back to my side, “Mhm. Thank you.” His hand goes to mine as if it’s nothing. I’m shaking. He rests his head against the wall, closing his eyes, and squeezing my hand. “I think I owe you another drink, Red.”
⋆༺
It’s not until after more press and the conference is over, when Lando finds me again.
“Let me buy you dinner.” I raise a brow, “Come on, as a thank you.”
“You already said thank you.” I sip my water as he frowns. He’s out of his race suit and into jeans and a McLaren shirt.
“Just let me take you out.”
“Are you feeling okay?” I reach up and press the back of my hand to his forehead, “Oh no! Seems like you have a case of aiming high.” He mocks me as I cross my arms.
“Red, If you’re that high, I'll take my McLaren rocket ship and meet you.” I laugh at his words.
“A bit late on the whole rocket ship thing.” He sighs.
“We’ll have fun. Please. Why not?” He goes through five emotions in two seconds.
“You’re sinister, evil, and orange.” My eyes stray who who’s also orange and walking quickly up to us, “Shit.” I don’t mean to say it out loud.
Lando turns around quickly, then back to me, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of Zak. I’ll introduce you-”
“No! I’m not! I gotta go!”
“Wha- Red!” I walk away so fast that I don’t see the man rounding the corner.
“Y/n?” Oscar looks at me confused, “Alright?”
“Hi!” I quickly move past him but he follows.
“What’s wrong?”
“Lando is trying to introduce me to Zak Brown.” I say simply as we turn another corner and Oscar frowns.
“Zak Brown as in your dad Zak Brown?” I look at him, nodding. Then he laughs, “He doesn’t know who you are?”
“Nope. Sort of a long story but I'm in too deep now.” I cross my arms and he starts laughing harder.
“I’m completely here for this- Just one question though… how the fuck does he not know who you are? You’ve been in the garage.”
“He’s blind and I'm a mastermind?” I shrug and of course, Lando finds us.
“Red! No!” He groans when he sees Oscar, “Osc, Don’t convert her into a you fan i’m trying so hard to get her to like me!” Oscar laughs harder, covering his mouth and looking at me.
“I don’t need to be converted! I’m already an Oscar fan!” Lando frowns as I shake my head.
“Don’t worry mate, everyone’s an Oscar fan.” He pats Lando on the shoulder before leaving. “See ya…” I can tell he’s about to say my name but he stops himself.
Lando narrows his eyes at me, “He knows your name?” I bite my lip and walk away. “Hey wait! Any thoughts about tonight?”
I glance back at him, “Don’t you have a race to be preparing for?”
He smirks, catching up to me, “Wanna know my pre race ritual?” I push him away from me, “I’ll give you a hint.” He winks and my stomach does a weird flip.
“You’re never gonna stop, are you?” I place my hands on my hips, looking up at the man.
“Tell me to, and I will.” I stay quiet, his eyes meeting mine and the corner of his lip quirking up. Someone calls his name but his eyes stay on me, smiling. He leans down and taps his knuckles against his hand, “Bye, Red.”
⋆༺
Although Lando has been running around my head, I still have other duties besides being flirted with. I’m at dinner with my dad, it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us. And I will say, I missed it.
He’s busy and obviously distracted but i’m grateful for any time I get with him. We’re in the Paddock but everybody is gone except for a few engineers and workers.
“Tell me about your weekend! I haven’t seen you much in the garage.” He takes a bite out of his salad, looking down at his texts.
“I’ve been around.” I shrug, drinking my lemonade, “It’s good to be back. But I have been sneaking off with my friends a bit…”
He smiles, “I’m glad. Even if you aren’t cheering us on.” I laugh, “You will be watching from the garage tomorrow, though.”
I nod, “Yes yes, I know.”
We get into a conversation about the issues with my apartment and how he thinks I should move back home. I get the feeling that he’s worried about tomorrow and suddenly wonder if he’s like this every weekend.
My dad gets a call which ends our dinner early, “I gotta grab my bag then I'll head to the hotel.” I kiss him on the cheek and make my way to the garage.
There’s a few people hanging back, some looking at screens and someone laying on the floor, looking at Lando’s back wing.
I grab my purse, rummaging around in it to make sure my phone is there. “You sure you’re not stalking me, Red?” That damn voice makes me jump.
He's sitting on the floor next to his own car, his arms and black shirt dirty. Was he… fixing his car?
I raise a brow, “What are you doing?” He takes the rag next to him and wipes off his hands, standing up.
“What are you doing?”
I cross my arms, “Stealing information for ferrari.” He smirks, shaking his head and walking past me to grab his water.
“Instead of having dinner with me? You need to sort your priorities out.”
I flip my hair over my shoulder, “Do you work on your own car often?”
“I can’t do much but I do like to see how it looks.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall and glancing at the people working, “You seriously not gonna tell me who you know at McLaren? You obviously have an in.”
He waves to the people who are packing up and walking out. We are now alone.
I hum, knowing there’s no chance I'm about to tell him who my ‘in’ is. He laughs a bit, “Alright, stay mysterious. Wanna sit in it?” I almost think I didn’t hear him correctly.
“What?” He nods, standing and walking over to his car, “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve already driven one or something.”
I smile, shaking my head and walking towards him, “No. I used to kart but I’m actually shit at it.” He laughs, beckoning me closer. “Won’t you get in trouble for this?”
He brings his finger to his lips, shushing me as I stand in front of him, “Okay put your foot here,” he points, “And hold onto this.” He points again and I do as I'm told.
I hate to admit it, but I am quite clumsy. When I slip a bit, his hands go to catch me instantly. Thank you driver reaction practice.
He lifts me down into the seat, his hands regretfully leaving me. I look up at him, “For once, you look tall.” His smile drops, leaning over me.
“You’re one to talk.” He scoffs and starts pointing at things. I try to listen but his hand is right in front of my face and I’m genuinely surprised how much I don’t know.
“You’re so far down.” I hum, holding my hands out as if I'm driving, “My back already hurts.” He smiles and kneels next to me.
“You look good in here. Seems like a complete hazard though, even if the car isn’t on.” I tilt my head up to look at him. A curl is falling perfectly in his face. “I didn’t wear the hat as much today, what’d you think?”
I smile at the fact that he listened to my bullshit, “How are you, by the way?”
He nods, avoiding my eyes and messing around with something on the car, “Fine.”
“So the whole panic attack thing was just for fun?” He eyes me, biting his lip.
“Thank you again, It was kinda embarrassing but you made me feel better.” I chew the inside of my cheek, smiling softly at his expression. He looks tired, but a big step up from earlier.
I’ve seen Lando a million times. He’s on posters, all over my feed, in my dads photo dumps, billboards, ads… But none of that can compare to the real thing.
He shoots up so fast that I’m about to laugh and ask what he’s doing, but he starts talking to someone. “Lando!” It’s my dad. Alarm bells ring in my ears as my hand goes over my mouth. Okay. He can’t see me, I know that at least. “I thought you’d already left!”
Lando laughs awkwardly, I think he’s standing in front of the car now. “Uh! Wanted to make sure everything’s good with the car. Guess I lost track of time.”
I hear my dad laugh, rummaging around, “Get some sleep, kid.” I think we’re in the clear until I hear sneakers squeaking, “You haven’t seen a girl come in here, have you?”
My heart rate skyrockets as Lando clears his throat, “Nope. But I've been pretty distracted with the car.”
“Alright well… I have someone to introduce you to tomorrow! Get some rest and drink water!” The door shuts and I hear Lando sigh heavily.
I stand up and messily get out of the car, “I thought for sure I was dead!” Lando says, running a hand through his hair and shivering, “Sorry about that.”
“No worries! I don’t want to get you in trouble though so I should go…” He nods, looking a bit disappointed.
“Want me to walk you out?” I can’t help but smile softly at the soft way he says it.
“I know my way, Thanks though.” I grab my bag, thanking god my dad didn’t see it before, “Rest up.” I mock my dad as Lando chuckles.
“With you on my mind, that’ll be difficult.” I pretend like my cheeks aren’t on fire and open the door.
“Dream about me, then.”
⋆༺
The party environment of the Mexican Grand Prix is all I needed today. I’m in a white dress with marigolds embroidered at the bottom, a flower in my hand from one of the people who are painted.
I laugh with Rebecca and Alex as we walk through the paddock, their boyfriends already getting ready for the drivers parade.
I haven’t told them about last night. I mean, what is there to tell? I swipe my lipgloss on, checking my makeup in the reflection of Rebecca’s glasses.
“Is Carlos nervous for today?” I ask her as she smiles at his name.
“I think so, but I’m really hopeful for a good result.” we continue walking, “Hopefully I don’t jinx it.”
“Hey, Y/n.” Alex nudges me, “Someone just arrived.” She winks as we all turn to look at the Paddock entrance behind us.
Lando Norris.
He’s wearing a Quadrant crewneck and a big smile. He signs something for a tiny fan and hurry’s past the photographers.
He almost walks past us, but he does a double take. He looks happy, I’m glad. “Rebecca, Alex.” He doesn’t stop walking as he politely greets them. His eyes meet mine and his expression changes, “Hey, Red.”
I smile softly before he turns and practically runs away, “Yup! He’s in love.”
I swat Rebecca’s arm as she laughs, “Goodbye!”
“No!” Alex laughs, “Come get coffee!”
I shake my head, “I told Pato I would grab breakfast with him, I’ll see you later!”
I smile at the two of them as they wave and we split up, me going to McLaren and them to Ferrari.
⋆༺
Breakfast is good, we watch the drivers go around and laugh at George who is shivering like a leaf. I say goodbye to him as soon as the drivers parade ends.
I need to see my dad before the craziness begins. “Dad!” I smile as he sits on the pit wall.
“Sweetie!” He smiles and waves me over, letting me sit with him.
“Ready for today?” I ask as he looks over data.
He nods, “Definitely!” He crosses his fingers and I smile, looking over the data with him. He knows I have no clue what we’re looking at so he explains it to me.
I lean in to look at the tiny words when my dad gets distracted, “Oh!” I hear him say but i’m trying to decipher this code still, “I have someone for you to meet!” I’ve met a million different people this week so I smile and stick out my hand like usual, “Lando! This is my daughter Y/n.”
I stare at him. His smile drops for a second, then a look of panic washes over him before he takes a breath and shakes my hand.
“Nice to meet you.” I almost whisper it. He’s looking at me and I feel like I'm about to get swallowed whole.
His face contorts again, he looks like he’s finally cracked me, “Pleasure” My dad looks away and Lando takes that second to narrow his eyes, a smirk still on his face.
I drop his hand as my dad looks at us again, “I think Y/n has been avoiding the garage! I would have introduced you days ago!”
Lando’s jaw ticks, “Not a McLaren girl?”
I can’t help but smile, “Ferrari through and through.”
My dad shakes his head, “Don’t mind her odd preferences…” he’s about to say something else but gets pulled away by someone in orange.
Lando just looks at me, my cheeks hot as he examines me. I expect him to be mad, but he just smiles, “Y/n, huh?” I nod shyly, “It’s pretty. It fits you.”
“Okay! Lan you gotta go!” My dad claps a hand on his shoulder, dragging him away.
“Good luck!” I say quickly as he shoots me a devious look. I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding in, and watch him leave.
⋆༺
The race has me on the edge of my seat for all 71 laps. I accidentally gasp way too loud at Lando being pushed off track and maybe start clapping when it’s announced that Max got two penalties.
The whole time I have a feeling that Lando will be on that podium, but definitely not in third.
My manifestation comes true when Charles goes off track and Lando zooms by.
Ten laps to go and I don’t think I've taken a deep breath in twenty. But the moment Lando passes the finish line, the garage claps and I sigh in relief.
I hug my dad but I watch the podium ceremony from the side, smiling as the boys get sprayed with champagne while laughing.
I see Rebecca with tears in her eyes and when I look back to the podium, I see Lando looking at me. He's grinning, holding his bottle of champagne and pouring it into his mouth before winking at me.
If he’s still acting like this after he found out my dad is his boss, then I am unexplainably screwed. And I couldn’t be happier about it.
After the podium, I walk back to the garage, but Lando catches me first, pulling me into a hidden area. He’s soaked in champagne and grinning like an idiot, “Have fun out there?” I ask, crossing my arms.
He nods, “Think i’m cool yet?”
“A bit… maybe when I watch you win.” His smile grows, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Go out with me.” I laugh at his words, “For real this time! Y/n.” He says my name like a prayer and I never want it to stop.
“I guess I sort of owe you.”
He nods enthusiastically, “Y/n Brown. What a name… I knew you had an in!”
I shake my head, “I’m sorry. But it was fun messing with you.”
He sighs in defeat, “I feel much better that I know who you are. Although I almost passed out when the words ‘daughter’ left Zak’s mouth!” I laugh with him, champagne dripping down his curls still.
“You did really well today.”
He bites his lip, “Think of how much better I'll do knowing you’re screaming my name in the garage.” I swat his arm but he swerves and plants a kiss on my cheek.
My jaw drops as he pulls back, “I’ll pick you up tonight!” he starts walking away, backwards, “I’ll text you!”
“You don’t even have my number!” I yell after him but he just winks and blows me a kiss. Just as I turn back around and roll my eyes, I see my dad in front of me, arms crossed as my eyes go wide.
He sighs, looking like he already has a headache, “What the hell did I miss?”
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Hello my girl! Because Easter is coming up I wanted to request something. Maybe Carlos daughter who doesn't believe in the Easter Bunny because she is scared of him. And her father telling her that it is not the Easter bunny but some other animal. Thank youuu!
Easter Otter🦦



It was early April, and in the Sainz household, that meant one very important thing: Easter was coming.
And Easter, in this house, meant a carefully planned scavenger hunt, homemade chocolate nests, bunny-shaped pancakes, and lots and lots of glitter. It also meant one very adorable little girl bouncing off the walls with excitement.
Four-year-old Yn had been talking about Easter for weeks. Every morning she asked her parents, "Is it today?" and every morning, Carlos would scoop her up and say with a chuckle, "Not yet, princesa, but it’s coming."
Rebecca had already filled a giant pastel pink storage box with everything they needed: decorations, little egg-shaped boxes, colored markers, and tiny baskets for the egg hunt. She even had a stash of small presents wrapped in shiny paper.
But amidst all the excitement, there lingered a familiar problem.
"I don't want the bunny to come," Yn said one afternoon, her big brown eyes wide and worried as she sat on the floor surrounded by stickers and colored paper.
Carlos looked up from where he was untangling some fairy lights. "What bunny, mi vida?"
"The big bunny," she whispered, leaning closer to her dad. "The one from the mall."
Rebecca gave Carlos a knowing look. Here we go again.
Carlos set down the lights and scooped his daughter into his lap. "Ah, I see. The one that surprised you that time, remember?"
Yn nodded solemnly. "He was huge, Papa. Like a giant. And he just stood there. Looking at me."
"It was a costume, baby," Rebecca said gently, kneeling beside them. "Just a person dressed up for fun."
"But it wasn't fun!" Yn insisted, her bottom lip quivering.
Carlos exchanged a glance with Rebecca. They'd tried to explain this a dozen times, but the memory was just too strong for Yn. She'd screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of the mall when she'd turned around and saw the six-foot Easter Bunny looming behind her. Ever since, she'd been wary of anything rabbit-related.
And with Easter just days away, the stress was beginning to rise.
That evening, after Yn had gone to bed cuddled up with her favorite plush fox and a picture book, Carlos turned to Rebecca with a determined expression.
"We need a new plan."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You mean no bunny?"
"No bunny," he confirmed. "We're retiring the Easter Bunny. He had a good run, but his services are no longer required."
Rebecca smiled. "Alright then. What do you have in mind?"
Carlos grinned. "Something better. Something cuter. Something less... terrifying."
The next day, he began working on his idea. While Rebecca took Yn to the park, he stayed home, digging through craft supplies, printing out illustrations, and even making a quick run to the toy store.
When Yn came home, she was immediately curious. "Papa, what are you doing?"
Carlos turned around, holding something behind his back. "I have a surprise. But you have to promise not to scream."
Yn's eyes widened. "Is it a lizard?"
"Nope. Better. Close your eyes."
She squeezed her eyes shut, giggling.
"Okay... open!"
Carlos revealed a plush otter, about the size of a loaf of bread, with big shiny eyes, tiny paws, and a pastel blue bowtie around its neck. On its belly, it carried a little Easter basket.
"This," Carlos said proudly, "is the Easter Otter."
Yn blinked at it. Then she reached out slowly and took it from his hands. "Otter?"
"Yes," Carlos said. "From now on, the Easter Otter is in charge of Easter. He hides the eggs. He brings the presents. He leaves you little notes."
"But... what happened to the bunny?" she asked hesitantly.
"He went on vacation."
Rebecca leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and smiling. "Yeah, the bunny needed a break after so many years of hopping around. So the otter offered to take over. He swims instead of hops. Much more relaxing."
Yn hugged the plush otter close. "He’s so cute."
"You like him?"
"I love him," she said, beaming. "Can he sleep in my bed tonight?"
Carlos grinned and pulled his daughter into a hug. "Of course."
The Easter Otter became an overnight sensation in the Sainz household.
By the next morning, the living room had been transformed. There were pastel sea-themed decorations, paper otters hanging from the ceiling, and a trail of blue sparkly paw prints leading from the kitchen to Yn’s room.
She followed them excitedly, finding tiny chocolate eggs tucked under pillows and behind books.
There was even a note written in curly, playful handwriting:
Dear Yn, thank you for letting me visit this year. I hope you like the gifts I hid. Have fun hunting! Love, The Easter Otter.
Yn clutched the note to her chest. "He wrote to me!"
Rebecca watched with tears in her eyes as Yn scurried off to hunt for eggs, the plush otter bouncing in her arms.
"This was a genius idea," she whispered to Carlos.
"I’d do anything for her," he replied, slipping an arm around his wife.
Later that afternoon, Yn grandparents came over, along with a couple of Yn’s aunts. They were expecting a typical Easter setup, but instead, they found the house covered in otters and ocean waves.
"Where is the bunny?" Reyes asked, looking around in confusion.
"He's on holiday," Rebecca said casually.
"Meet the Easter Otter," Carlos added, holding up the plush toy proudly.
"Otter?" Ana, Yn aunt, repeated. "Like the animal that swims?"
"Exactly!" Yn said, running into the room and holding the otter high. "He’s my favorite. He brings eggs and he swims!"
There was a beat of silence. Then Reyes gave a small shrug. "Well... as long as she’s happy."
"She’s more than happy," Rebecca said. "She’s enchanted."
After the egg hunt, the family sat down for a meal. Yn was busy explaining to everyone the otter’s backstory.
"He lives in a lagoon," she said seriously, spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth. "With ducks. And turtles. And he makes jellybean soup."
"That sounds... interesting," Carlos Sr replied with a chuckle.
"He also has a best friend who’s a crab," she added. "But the crab is shy, so he doesn’t come out much."
Carlos leaned over to whisper in Rebecca’s ear. "I think we just created an entire Easter universe."
"You did this to yourself," she whispered back, laughing.
That evening, as the sun began to set and the family lingered in the backyard, Yn climbed onto Carlos's lap, clutching the otter.
"Thank you for making Easter not scary," she said sleepily.
Carlos kissed her head. "You're welcome, mi corazón. The Easter Otter will always be here for you."
"Even when I'm a grown-up?"
"Especially then. He'll just need a bigger basket."
Rebecca looked over at them from her chair, smiling.
"You're a good dad," she said softly.
Carlos looked down at the little girl in his arms, already half-asleep, her curls tangled and face sticky from chocolate.
"She's the best thing we've ever done."
"Agreed."
And as the stars came out and the fairy lights twinkled around them, the Easter Otter lay safely tucked in Yn's arms, guarding her dreams and reminding everyone that sometimes, a little creativity and a lot of love could turn even the scariest things into something magical.
Even a giant bunny.
Especially a swimming otter.
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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!
Happy Easter, everyone!
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Little Lady

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader
Summary: A quiet afternoon turns chaotic when Bucky tries to fix the kitchen sink with help from his daughter , only for a hilarious miscommunication through the window with his wife to turn into something unexpectedly tender.
Word count: 1.6K+
Content: nothing but fluff , slight but cute miscommunication , mentions of pregnancy , kissing / flirting (you and bucky)
a/n: ummmm so I just wrote chapter 11 for muscle memory and made myself cry , its the roughest and hardest chapter yet and now needs a trigger warning 😭 so heres this as i needed something to heal my sadness from writing ch. 11.
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“Okay , Bug , go ahead and hand me the wrench. The little silver one , please.”
Rebecca squinted her blue eyes , her little tongue poking out in concentration as she dug through the open red toolbox beside her tiny feet.
She wore her purple tutu over jeans—because she liked to be both princess fancy and ready for any emergencies; hint the jeans —and a green t-shirt with a smiling cartoon flower on it. Her wild curls were tucked under a sparkly headband with a crooked plastic tiara hot glued right on top.
“This one , Daddy?” She held up a tool she thought was right.
“Nope , that’s the pliers. Try again.” He peeked from under the sink.
She gave an exaggerated huff , rummaging through the box dramatically. Bucky chuckled from where he lay half-under the kitchen sink , the lower half of his torso sticking out like a mechanic rolled under a car on his back.
His t-shirt was slightly damp now , his hands and arms slick with water , and his face was already dotted with smudges from the gunk hiding under the pipes. This job had not gone the way he planned.
“You okay down there?” Ladybug , as they affectionately called their daughter asked , squatting beside him , peering upside down into his face.
The nickname was thought of when her mom was nine months pregnant with her and as she was outside watering her roses a small ladybug landed on the skin where her round belly poked out from under one of Bucky's flannels. And after that the name just stuck.
“Living the dream , sweetheart ,” Bucky deadpanned sarcastically. “Covered in sink crud and existential dread.”
“What’s ‘ex-etn-sescial….” She carried on stumbling over the hard to say word.
Bucky laughed , shaking his head. “Something Daddy gets when he thinks he can fix stuff in one hour. Gimme the wrench and I’ll explain it later.”
She passed the right one this time , smiling proudly when he gave her an approving nod.
“You know,” she began , watching him tighten the bolt , “Mommy’s outside with the flowers. You’re missing it.”
“I know ,” he groaned , making a loud thunk sound come from where he was working. “She escaped before the chaos began.”
Lady Bug tilted her head at him , chewing on her bottom lip. “When you were gone today at the store , I asked Mommy if you were a superhero or a plumber.”
Bucky turned his head , raising an eyebrow at her. “What’d she say?”
“She said you were the only man she trusted to fix her sink and her heart.”
Bucky blinked , momentarily stunned at such deep words coming from such a tiny girl. “She said that?”
Lady Bug nodded , too young to understand how much that had just melted her dad and cracked his heart wide open. “And then she made the blush face. Like this—” She pulled her cheeks in together and fluttered her lashes dramatically mocking her mom.
“Oh my God ,” Bucky groaned , grinning like a lovestruck idiot. “Okay , Lady Bug , go get Daddy a towel before I start flooding the kitchen.”
“Aye aye , Daddy!” She scurried off down the hall , pink socks skidding on the wooden hardwood floor.
Bucky exhaled and began to wiggle out from under the cabinet , but the second he sat upright—crack—he slammed the top of his head directly into the underside of the sink.
“Shit—!”
He winced and pressed a palm to his head , eyes watering looking around making sure his daughter wasn't nearby to hear the curse he let slip. Through the pain , he noticed the kitchen faucet was finally cooperating—no longer leaking like a waterfall. But now he needed a towel more than ever. His shirt was sopping wet , his head stung , and water was beginning to drip down into the baseboards from the leftover condensation.
Lady Bug hadn’t come back yet.
He glanced toward the window above the sink and saw you out in the yard , kneeling in the garden bed , arms buried in soil as you coaxed life from the dirt and earth. You wore a loose fitting tank top and Bucky’s old sweatpants , your hair up in a messy twist , and the sun kissed your skin in a way that made his mouth go dry. Then he saw your daughter outside with you. Spinning around chasing a butterfly.
“Traitor” he whispered to himself letting out a breathy laugh.
You glanced up from the flower bed wiping sweat from your forehead and smiled when you saw him through the kitchen window.
Bucky raised his hand and mimed : washing his hands , scrubbing at the air, then held up two fingers , mouthing, “Two towels.”
You tilted your head at his gestures.
Then… waved.
He blinked. “No, no—” He repeated the gestures: fake-scrubbing , then a two-finger peace sign. Two towels.
You giggled and waved again , this time holding up a peace sign of your own.
He shook his head , smirking despite himself , then mouthed slowly, “TWO TOWELS.”
You pressed a hand to your heart. Then pointed at him and mouthed back, “I love you too.”
He stared through the glass in disbelief. “No—baby—” he said aloud , laughing now. “What is your mom doing?”
“Who’s doing what?” Lady Bug had returned from outside , holding two hand towels in triumph she grabbed from her way back inside. “I got light pink and yellow. The best colors.”
Bucky took the towels with a grateful sigh and pointed toward the window. “Your mom thinks I’m doing some kind of weird love confession out here throwing up peace signs.”
Lady Bug climbed up on the little stool beside the counter with the help from her dad and and peered out. “Aw she’s doing the heart hands!”
Sure enough , you were making a heart shape with your fingers , your grin wide as a summer sky sending air kisses to your two loves inside.
Bucky laughed , wiping his arms and shirt down with the towels trying to get dry. “She thinks I was doing a peace sign and mouthing ‘I love you.’ I mean , she’s not wrong…” He dragged out his words.
Lady Bug turned and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Wait , were you not telling Mommy you love her?”
“I mean , I always am , in general,” Bucky said , wringing out the towel, “but this time I just really needed her to throw me some dry cloth.”
Lady Bug stared at him very seriously. “You know what this means?”
“What?”
“You gotta go kiss her after this. Otherwise she’ll think you’re ignoring her love heart hands”
Bucky smirked. “Her, what now?”
“She did a love heart with her hands.” She got serious hands on her little hips staring at her father.
Bucky gave a mock salute. “Yes , ma’am. Operation Love Mommy is acknowledged.”
By the time he dried off fully , put the tools and box away , and triple-checked that the sink no longer sounded like it was coughing up a lung , Lady Bug had migrated outside to join you again—running barefoot through the grass and singing some made-up theme song.
Bucky stood in the doorway for a moment , arms crossed , just watching the two of you.
You looked up from your rows of lavender when you heard the screen door creak open with a squeal.
“Well hello there , handyman,” you teased, brushing your hands on your- his pants..
He wandered out , damp towel slung over his shoulder. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“That I am , very very lucky ,” you grinned , standing popping ut your hip with a tease.
He walked up and wrapped an arm around your wais t, pulling you in to him. “You know I wasn’t peace-signing a love message earlier , right?”
“I figured that , eventually,” you smirked, “but the way your face was all serious? I thought you were trying to tell me , like, ‘Peace , woman. I’m dying under the sink but I love you.’”
Bucky burst out laughing and nuzzled his face in your neck to high the toothy smile he had plastered on his face. Leaving a few kisses there before pulling back.
“Did you at least get the towels?”
“Yes I did , your tiny sidekick saved the day.”
Lady Bug came skipping up just then at her mention , holding a slightly bent flower in each hand. “Mommy! Daddy! I made a bouquet for you!”
You knelt down to her height , smiling. “It’s beautiful , bug.”
“Mommy! Did you see I fixed the sink? It's all happy and not leaky anymore!” She squeaked giving a cheeky grin to her dad.
Bucky reached over , picked her up effortlessly , and cradled her upside down as she squealed in delight.
“Alright , bug,” he said , spinning her gently, “tell the truth. Who fixed the sink?”
“I supervised! That’s more important!”
You clapped slowly , mock-serious. “She’s not wrong.”
Bucky set her down as she ran off again in the filed and he leaned in close , lips brushing your ear.
“You really said that? About me fixing the sink and your heart?”
You blushed immediately. “That little lady talks too much.”
“She talks just enough,” he murmured , brushing dirt from your jaw.
You turned to him , voice soft now. “I mean it, you know. You’ve fixed and healed things in me I didn’t know were broken or bruised.”
He held your gaze for a long moment , blue eyes tender. “Same here , honey.”
Lady Bug appeared between you both , holding up her new bouquet of manly grass this time.
“Kiss Mommy!” she squealed looking up at you two like you hung the stars.
You laughed , and Bucky didn’t hesitate.
He leaned in and kissed you sweet and slow—dirt-smudged , towel-draped , and barefoot on the lawn with your daughter cheering like she won the biggest prize at the fair.
When he finally , reluctantly pulled back , you smiled up at him holding up two fingers and whispered, “Two kisses” He laughed again immediately cupping your face , kissing you again.
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WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE?
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield x carlos oliveira
summary: at a halloween party, you and your boyfriend play out a little fantasy with chris and carlos.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, anal, blowjobs, face fucking, foursome, cnc, praise/degradation, intoxication/alcohol, pre-planned roleplay scenario
wc: 4.2k
a/n: it's a little messy but i hope you guys like this one. it's set in an au where re characters are allowed to experience happiness <3 anyways comments, reblogs, and asks are always appreciated.
kinktober slot: day 26 - cnc
Holding Leon's hand tight in your own, you drag him along the cement pathway leading to Rebecca and Billy's front door. Their yard is decked out like it is every year you've been to one of these things. Cobwebs sprawl across the arch ways while purple and orange lights glow in each window. Skeletons hang by the doorway and loud music thumps from inside.
Pushing open the mahogany surface, you stretch your free arm above your head and announce your presence.
Rebecca who's standing near the entryway hears the call of your voice and turns to greet you. A smile spreads across her lips as she takes in you and Leon together.
"There you two are. I was starting to wonder if you couldn't make it this year," she says.
"Pfft. Please, the year we miss one of your parties is the year Leon's horrible driving has taken us out on the way here," you joke, earning chuckles from her and Billy who's come up from behind her.
Leon, in contrast to them, shakes his head before wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him.
"Don't encourage her," he tells them with a suppressed smile.
Rebecca playfully rolls her eyes and waves him off. The song switches in the background, going from something low and quick to the slower melody of Eyes Without a Face.
"Really though, it's great to see you both. You guys look great," she praises.
"Thank you," you beam at the compliment, smoothing out the blood-spattered, white dress that covered your figure. Glancing up at Leon, you pull his Jason mask down over his features so that the looks are complete.
"You and Billy look super cute too," you continue as your eyes scan over their simple matching doctor and nurse outfits, Rebecca being the one in the doctor's white coat and the tall man behind her in the little hat with the red cross on it.
She thanks you in return, and the two of you chatter on while you migrate into the living room to join the rest of the party. The usual crowd spans across the main part of the house, from the couches near the fireplace to the bar set up in the kitchen. While you yourself are not a government employee, you'd become friends with almost everyone here who is over the course of your relationship with Leon.
You prance over to Claire and Jill sitting on the sofa first, giving the younger woman a big hug over her shoulders from behind before reaching for Jill and bringing her in too. Claire returns the embrace by covering your forearm with her palm while Jill pats your bicep in acknowledgement.
You take in their costumes too. Claire has ditched her red jacket for the night and instead dons a black sweater with bat wings attached to the back. Jill, on the other hand, looks like she just got off of work, but you suppose soldier could technically be a costume.
"How are you guys? Oh my gosh, Jill it's been so long since I last saw you," you gush.
They give the usual small talk responses, checking in on you as well. Their eyes flit to Leon a few feet behind you with brief waves.
"Have you been keeping him in line?" Claire teases with a smile.
You nod proudly and lean back, wrapping your hands around his arm. "You know it," you chirp.
The small group of you banter back and forth for a while, catching up, talking about plans for the future. Even though these are Leon's friends, you're often much more talkative with them than he is. It's an arrangement that works for you both. You never mind taking the weight of socialization off his shoulders.
After the conversation with Claire and Jill runs its course, the two of you head to the bar. Your hips sway to the pulsing of the music playing while Leon rests a hand on the curve of your side. You and him traverse through the gathering of less familiar faces, friends of friends or newbies you hadn't acquainted yourself with yet. When you reach a clear area on-looking the kitchen, you immediately spot Chris leaning against the wall with a drink in hand. A generic wolf mask sits next to him on the counter, the costume he'd already abandoned.
You dart over to him with a smile on your face, ready to hug him as soon as you're close enough. He startles a little from the sudden contact against his chest, but once he sees it's you, your happiness infects him and softens the look in his eyes. His large palm lands on your back, giving you a few small pats.
"Hey you," he says.
"Hey yourself," you respond and pull back.
He nods at Leon and looks between the two of you.
"Cute costume. You supposed to be Leon's helpless victim?" he teases.
"Mhm," you hum with a nod.
You're about to say something else, but the man in the kitchen who'd been making a drink with his back towards you turns around.
"Carlos?" you say when you catch sight of his face, your smile morphing into a grin.
He wears a similar expression and rounds the counter to be closer. You spring against him with more enthusiasm than you had for Chris, and he returns the sentiment with a crushing grip.
"Oh my god, I didn't know you were gonna be here!" you say.
You hadn't seen Carlos in a while, longer than you hadn't seen Jill. He only came to these things when he was in the area, which wasn't all too often these days. Leon wasn't the closest with him either, but you always thought he was so fun. He was outgoing and funny, charismatic with the perfect level of charm. Plus, it didn't hurt that he looked like a god. To put it in simple terms, you had a little crush on him. Nothing too serious but definitely enough to trigger involuntary butterflies in your stomach when you saw him.
"I think Leon wanted it to be a surprise," he says with a little smirk.
You glance at your boyfriend. He nods at you with a knowing look, still watching you in the other man's arms.
Even without words you know what it means. While your touchy behavior would have been an absolute no with any of your past partners, Leon didn't share that same possessive outlook on the matter. He enjoyed watching you be all over others only to be the one that got to take you home. He liked when his friends like Chris or Carlos lusted over you, trying to cop a feel during a hug or speaking as if you're available for the taking. It just prodded at some primal part of his brain that he didn't have control over. None of it ever upsets him. He doesn't get jealous, he gets horny.
That aspect of his personality was why Carlos's appearance was a surprise for you. Tonight after the party, you and your boyfriend had already made plans with Chris, but obviously now, Carlos was going to be involved too, and that was more than ok with you.
You press your cheek to his chest and tighten your arms that are already wrapped around him.
"You look so good. You totally need to visit more often," you say to the bulky man against you.
He chuckles, giving you another small squeeze in return. "For you, I would," he teases, his hand grazing over your ass as he lets you go.
A giggle trickles from your lips, and you follow him back around the counter to the main part of the kitchen. From here, you get a good look at his body. He's muscular as ever, his tight white shirt only accentuating that mass. In your excitement, you hadn't noticed his costume which was similar to yours. White fabric with red dye flicked across it. Only he had some face make up too. You guessed a zombie or something in that vein.
He catches your stare. "You really missed me, huh?" he asks teasingly.
"Of course I did," you say, "Now are you gonna pour me a drink, or do I have to do it myself?"
He laughs and grabs a few nearby bottles, pouring a mix into a black cup for you. Passing it into your hands, he watches you take the first drink.
Things would only get better from there.
Over the next few hours, you get yourself buzzed. You gulp down each drink you're handed with joy. The smile gracing your features grows hazy, your eyes become cloudy and your voice gets extra giggly.
Suddenly, you're super touchy. Your hand lands on the forearm of whoever you're speaking too. Sometimes it trails up a bit, teasing the bicep of the person. You bite your lip more and nod emphatically at points that probably don't deserve it. Leon keeps an eye on you, but so do Carlos and Chris.
After a while, you migrate over to the open area closer to the speakers. You dance to the blaring music, your body bobbing around to the pulsating beats. Even though Leon had never been one for dancing, he holds your hips and grinds up against you from behind. You feel his breaths on your neck and the tip of his nose brushing your jawline.
The song switches over to something with more guitar rather than synth, and a firm set of fingers wraps around your wrist. The mysterious force tugs you to them, but becomes a lot less confusing when you look up and see Carlos smiling down at you.
"Mind if I cut in for a second, Kennedy?" he asks.
Like he's supposed to, Leon stares him down before tersely shaking his head. This was all part of the game of course. Everyone had to play their part to earn the high score with you.
You giggle and lean into him, your head resting against the plush muscles in his chest. He starts swaying the two of you to the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon move to the wall where Chris is standing. Carlos keeps you focused though, grabbing your chin and turning you back towards him.
He guides your movements. His hips roll against yours in deep motions. One of his muscular arms is wrapped around your back while the other sits in the position to hold your ass. Both feel so good, like live wires resting against your skin.
You dance with him. Your arms rise up and drape around his neck. You follow his movements, letting him take you through the sequence with ease. it makes your head spin. Not only the thrill of being with someone else, but the feeling of your boyfriend watching on.
All the excitement swirling with the liquor leaves you feeling kind of dizzy as the song ends. You stumble back from Carlos. He reaches for you, trying to make sure you stay up right and don't go crashing down on your ass in front of everyone. That isn't part of the plan.
"'m fine," you say, "Just gotta go to the bathroom real quick."
Waltzing away, you snake around the furniture without any grace and make your way to the hall that leads to the rest of Billy and Rebecca's home. You find the door to the bathroom easily, but opening it doesn't come with the same lack of difficulty.
Before you can process what's happening, someone is right behind you. Your hand rests on the cool knob. A little shudder goes through you at the feeling of the weight against your back.
"Are you sure you're ok, princess? You look a little wobbly," rasps Carlos directly into your ear.
"I'm fine," you say again, this time with a little more whine in your voice.
"I don't know... you look like you're barely standing on your own," he murmurs in your ear, "I think your boyfriend would want me to look after you."
His hands slide around on your waist. They coast up over your ribs to cup your breasts through your dress. You pant at the touch, your skin breaking out into chills.
"No... I don't, 'm fine. I'll be right back..." you say. Your voice sounds airy and distant. The movement of your hands match as they fruitlessly try to push his hands down.
He chuckles, the deep timbre of his voice rumbling beside your head. Pulling you backwards, his back lands against the wall and your body presses into him. His arms close around you in a tighter circle.
"Cute girl like you... I just don't think you should be left alone," he teases.
You whimper and squirm your hips, pushing them back against his pelvis. He lets out a soft groan at the sensation and keeps you right there.
"Look at you, just asking for someone to take advantage," he whispers.
You're about to turn your head to look up at him, but before you can, a new set of fingers nudges your chin upward in their owner's direction. Chris stares into your eyes, smirking at how helpless you look.
"He's right, sweetheart," he chides, "You're lucky you have us watching out for you."
His voice is husky as he leans closer. You can feel his breath fanning over your face.
"The way you were prancing around out there, showing yourself off in your little dress... anyone could've followed you back here. And who could blame them? Who wouldn't want a taste?" he continues.
His fingers skim your thighs and ghost over the space below the white hem. They toy with the fabric, teasing the idea that they'll peel it upwards to reveal the lacy panties you wear underneath.
Another pathetic noise trickles from your lips because you want him to. God, you want him to. You'd let them both ravish you right there in the middle of the hall. One holding you in his strong arms while the other pumped his dick in and out of your slick cunt.
Carlos noses at your jaw. His lips graze over your pulse point while his hands grope your breasts with more intent. There would be no mistaking his touches as accidental now. He grabs at them through your dress, pinching at your hardening nipples over the barrier.
You rock your ass back against him again. "Guys... we can't..." you babble as heat floods your body.
"Why not, princess?" Chris asks. He presses his front against your thigh, letting you feel his swelling bulge.
Your legs squirm and drift together. You try to squeeze your thighs for some friction, but he knocks them back apart with one of his knees.
"Leon... I'm with Leon," you breathe, doe eyes looking up at him with all the desire in the world.
"Oh, Leon, huh?" Carlos croons, "Would Leon have a problem with the way you’re rubbing up on me? With the way your pussy is dripping for Chris."
You whine and bite your lip before speaking. "It's not," you whimper.
"It is, baby," he says. One of his hands starts to slither South. "You're telling me that if I slipped my fingers under your dress and into those pretty panties, that I wouldn't feel you completely soaked for us? Is that what you're saying?"
Before you can defend yourself further, someone clears their throat from the end of the hall.
All of your heads snap in that direction to find Leon standing there, stiff as a board. He has his arms crossed; though, almost immediately they shift to rest on his hips. He looks like a disapproving parent staring at the three of you with disapproval all over his features.
Still, his harsh expression doesn't conceal the outline of his stiff cock in his pants.
"I don't think that's appropriate, guys," he says, "Feeling up on my girlfriend while she's telling you she has me?"
"It's not like that, Leon. We're watching out for her. Making sure she doesn't get into trouble. We're doing you a favor," Carlos grins. His hands drop from your breasts to your waist, but he makes sure to give the area a squeeze to let you know he's not done.
"Mhm. You know how she gets when she's been drinking," Chris says to him.
"I mean look. She may be saying no, but her body was just about begging for us," Carlos adds.
Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgement and watches with the same unyielding eyes. "Still don't think this is the place to deal with it," he says.
They both huff out laughs. "Probably not," Chris agrees.
"Some privacy would be best," Carlos continues.
You stand there, trying not to squirm as they talk like you're not even there. None of them look at you nor directly address you. The conversation is between them, deciding your fate. You just wait to be handed your sentence.
"Maybe we should head back to our place. Make sure the booze didn't get to her too much," Leon proposes, as if it was entirely his idea he thought of in the moment.
"Sounds good to me," Carlos says, patting your hip before boosting you forward.
"Same here," Chris grins.
You stumble over to your boyfriend who takes you under his arm. He looks down at you as if he's disappointed, though you can see the desire in his eyes. The two of you snake back through the hall and toward the front door.
"Were they bothering you, sweetheart?" he asks like he's truly concerned.
"Mhm," you hum and nod against his chest.
Your pair keeps walking, waving at Rebecca and Billy and giving them brief thank you's before walking back outside into the brisk October air.
Like you planned Chris and Carlos wait a little before following your path. None of you wanted to make it too obvious what you had planned for the rest of the night.
Each of you makes it back to your and Leon's house in record time it seems. He drives you and himself while the other two trail on their own. They enter through your front door only a few minutes after you and your boyfriend settle on the couch.
After that feels like a blur. There's hands all over you. They pass you around from one lap to the other. Your clothes fall to the floor piece by piece until you're left bare. They talk but rarely to you. The voices and touches all swirl together in one big mess until the three of you land in a collective position.
Leon looms above you, his piercing eyes locked onto your face. His hips roll against your center. He pumps his cock deep between your soaked velvety walls with each precise thrust. His hands cradle the back of your thighs, keeping them spread apart so that you can't shut him out. He grins down at you.
"You might think it's too much, baby, but she clearly doesn't," he teases, "So, so wet."
"I'm not even in your pussy, and I can feel that. Such a messy girl," the voice behind you says.
Chris sits below you. His warm bulky thighs support the parts of you Leon's hands can't. Your back rests against his chest while his strong hands play with your nipples. His dick is buried snug inside your ass. He's not moving, thank god. The stretch is enough to nearly reduce you to tears.
"She's messy up top too," the man above you adds with a grin, his thumb swiping away some spit that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth.
Carlos had your head between his palms. He kept a firm grip on you as leverage to rock his hips, sliding his length into the plush wetness of your throat. Deep groans and sighs leak from his mouth as his head falls back.
You whine around the girth of his shaft, but you can't squirm. There's so much going on. Even though you're in a relatively simple position, it feels as though you're tangled up with the three men surrounding you.
"No backing out now, baby. This is what you wanted," Leon taunts as he thrusts.
"Such a little slut. Your boyfriend isn't enough for you, huh?" Chris teases, nipping at the shell of your ear.
You whine louder around Carlos as he fucks your face, but he takes no mercy. He doesn't slide out to let you defend yourself. He slides as deep as he can, nestling your nose against the thick dark hair that curls above the base of his cock.
"Sounds like a yeah to me," he chuckles.
A soft gagging noise echoes from your throat and your eyes water. He holds his position for a few seconds longer before pulling back to give you a few moments to breathe. You gasp in a few breaths. Your head spins with the return of sufficient oxygen. But you still feel hazy from the two cocks inside you, one unmoving and keeping you constantly full, the other rocking back and forth, striking every little spot inside you.
"Leon," you cry. Your head falls back on Chris's shoulder, "Too much."
He smirks at your repeated protest and keeps going. "Nope. You can handle it, babydoll. You wanted to play with other guys, so I'm letting you."
Chris's fingers rub at your clit, causing you to tighten up around Leon. He hisses from above, but it only makes him move faster. The harder thrusts rock you on Chris's length. He grunts from the added stimulation and keeps the rough pads of his digits twirling around your sensitive little nub.
"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax and take it," he mutters in your ear.
Carlos strokes your cheek while jerking his cock right in front of your face. You watch as precum pearls at the tip, dripping from the slit in sticky beads.
"Fuck... you're pretty, so fucking cute," he mumbles from above you.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The urge to squirm becomes more pronounced. Your clit throbs under Chris's tender fingers while your walls clamp down on your boyfriend.
"Wanna cum," you whimper desperately.
"What happened to too much? Thought you said no more?" Carlos mocks.
"Don't care. Just wanna cum now," you cry. Your lip juts out into a quivering pout as you feel the pleasure growing more intense and spreading from between your legs all throughout your body. Tears dew at your waterline, making your lashes shimmer.
"Again? So greedy," Chris tuts from behind.
But in front, Leon nods with self-satisfaction all across his face. "You can cum, angel. Go ahead. Just know it won't be the last one."
You whine at the idea. You wanted release so bad, but you were already so overstimulated. It's not like you had any control over it though. You were climbing to the peak fast, and there was no way of going back down. Watching Carlos stroke himself to the sight of you getting your insides rearranged had your tummy fluttering with the urge to let go.
You try to hold it. Try to prolong it a bit more so that they're closer and cum with you. But at a certain point, you can't hold back anymore. Your back arches off of Chris's chest, and your whines fill the air. You shudder in his arms, quivering between him and Leon. Release crashes over you, wave after wave. It feels like the euphoria will never end when Leon finally groans and bursts inside you.
His cum floods your insides, filling you up just how you need it. He tilts his head back and sighs as the feeling seeps into him. As you're feeling the added effects from his high, Carlos reaches his. He moans nice and loud before painting your face with white streaks. The warm sticky liquid lands on you in patternless blotches.
You whimper but not in protest. It was what you wanted. The only thing that would make it better is Chris filling up your other hole too, but he stays hard and still, not giving in just yet.
Your boyfriend comes to a halt with his thrusts and slowly pulls out. Some of his cum leaks out as his length leaves your cunt. You whine at the empty feeling.
"Hush," he murmurs as he steps back. He catches his breath from a distance, but he knows none of you are done. Even with him and Carlos temporarily spent, they'd get it back up soon enough. "So needy. You still got one of us inside you, and you're complaining."
"Easy thing to do is to just give her what she wants again," Carlos says, "You and I could switch since Redfield seems comfortable."
Your boyfriend nods, looking between you and the other man.
"Sound good, baby?" he asks as if you actually get a say, "Carlos will put another load in your pussy, and I'll let you actually swallow mine this time around."
Even though your cunt aches with all the pleasure it's endured and your jaw feels sore from taking a dick in your mouth for the last however long... you nod. Despite what you said, you hadn't had enough. You really didn't know if you ever would.
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BRING YOUR BUCKY TO SCHOOL DAY 𓂃 𓈒 ❀
congressman!dad!bucky x teacher!mom!reader




synopsis – bucky shows up for family friday day for your daughter.
fluff

she was ecstatic.
you could see how her tiny legs swung eagerly from the edge of the chair as she kicked back and forth. her hair was pulled into two pigtails that bounced with every excited shift in her chair. she kept looking at the door, eyes wide, for the moment she'd been waiting for all week.
today was her day to bring her dad to class, and saying she loved her dad was an understatement. she adored bucky.
you tried to keep the lesson moving, but the other kids were also whispering and giggling, feeding off her energy.
outside the classroom, bucky stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. he'd fought hydra operatives, aliens, and androids, he'd stood in congress facing the most ruthless critiques, but none of that had made him sweat like this. he was trained to face enemies, not five-year-olds in circle time. today wasn't about politics or missions, it was about being a good dad, the kind who shows up on time, brings the juice boxes, and knows the names of at least three cartoon characters.
—alright, everyone! —you announced, clapping your hands once to pull the kids' attention back to you. —it's time for family friday! —she sat up straighter than you'd ever seen her, eyes moving fast from the door to you and back to the door. —whose parent is coming today?
a chorus of voices answered all at one, —rebecca's!
—can i please go get him? please? pleasepleaseplease?
you laughed, —of course, go ahead.
and she was out of her seat like a rocket, pigtails bouncing, sneakers squeaking across the classroom as she threw the door open and there he was, just where he said he'd be. bucky's eyes met hers and everything felt lighter, the tight lines around his mouth eased, his lips curved into a smile.
she threw her arms around his waist. the kids inside the classroom leaned across their desks, trying to catch a glimpse of the man they'd heard so much about. bucky gently placed one of his hands in the back of her head, steadying himself more than her.
—hey, little one.
—guys? why don't you come in with all of us? —you asked.
—come on, —rebecca murmured. she grabbed his metal hand without hesitation and led him inside the classroom with all the confidence in the world. it didn't occur to her, not even for a second, that bucky might be nervous because to her, he was the bravest person alive.
as they walked in together, the class went silent except for some surprised gasp and quiet murmur. they both stood in the front of the classroom. your daughter's small hand still gripped his metal fingers. you watched them as bucky said good morning to the class and the kids responded with a chorus of greetings. you and bucky shared a quick look and you showed him a soft smile that you hoped it'd let him know how proud you were of him.
—thank you, mr. barnes, for being here with us today.
—thank you for having me.
the exchange was so formal it felt funny, like you were both playing roles. —okay, rebecca, —you said, the smile still on your lips. you had to remind professional but they were so cute together. your daughter looked at you and let go bucky's hand to approach her desk. she grabbed the piece of paper she'd been writing all week. she hurried back to bucky's side, —why don't you introduce your dad to us?
she nodded and looked up at bucky, her eyes sparkling with pride. then her eyes focused on her uneven handwriting on the paper. bucky watched her with a curious tilt of his head, eyebrows raised. he didn't know there would be a paper, something she'd made just for him. you didn't tell him about it, even though you'd watched her all week in class draft and redraft the paper, brows furrowed in that serious way she got that was just like his.
—this is my dad, —she started, voice weak at first thanks to the mix of nervous and excitement. —his name is james, but everyone calls him bucky, and he's a 108 years old.
a few of the kids exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure if they'd heard that correctly. bucky gave a subtle glance in your direction and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
—he works in congress. he helps making laws and he has to wear a suit. this suit, —she pointed at bucky's clothes, making sure everyone saw him clearly. the suit was deep blue, the american flag pinned on the lapel. he was so handsome, especially today, with that sparkle in his eyes that only came when he looked at his little girl. —he's also a superhero like my uncle sam and he has fought a lot of bad people with him.
the kids recognized the name sam because if your daughter didn't brag about who his favorite uncle was at least twice a week, it meant she was probably home sick. bucky let out a quiet laugh and shook his head. he always felt like the word superhero was too big for him, like it belonged to the people who hadn't made the mistakes he had. but coming from her, it felt right-sized, even some quiet earned.
—but a long time ago he used to be a soldier and he had to wear this, —she reached under her t shirt, pulling out his dog tags. they dangled from the chain, too long for her tiny frame and almost reached her belly button as she held them up for everyone to see.
—my favorite memory with him is when this summer we traveled with mom to wakanda. i got to see shuri and she showed me a lot of cool things. wakanda is so beautiful, i like it there, —she cleared her throat. she sounded a little robotic reading, trying hard to read each word exactly as she wrote it, which only made her cuter. —i like when he's home. i like when he plays with me and alpine. i like when his hair is long because i can make him pigtails like mine, —she pointed at her own pigtails. the kids in the classroom giggled and so you did.
—i think he's the bravest dad and the funniest and the best one, and he's also my favorite superhero, —she put down the paper when she finished and everyone in the class started clapping for her, even bucky who was trying to hold it together and had to swallow the lump in his throat.
bucky knelt down and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. —you did amazing, bug, thank you, —he whispered. her arms tightened around him.
—it was great, rebecca, thank you, —you said, trying to hide that you've got a little emotional too. —so now, —you clapped, getting everyone's attention. —who has a question for rebecca's dad?
a dozen small hands raised, waving in the air with urgency. some kids even half-stood in their chairs, calling you ms. barnes! ms. barnes! bucky tried not to smile, it felt strange and right at the same time.
—is your dad a robot, 'becca?
your daughter blinked, caught of guard. —he's not a robot, he's my dad, —she looked at you confused. a robot? you smiled to ease her nerves. you knew why the kid was asking, kids notice everything.
—why do you think mr. barnes is a robot?
the kid pointed at bucky's left hand and your daughter's eyes followed his finger. —that's his arm, —she said plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. it was so normal to her that she forgot to mention it on her paper, it was like saying he had brown hair.
—it's metal, —bucky finally spoke, his voice gentle, raising his left arm so the class could get a good look. he slowly opened and closed his fingers, the soft, mechanical sound leaving the kids speechless. —made by really smart people. they built it after i lost my real arm so i could still do everything i used to do.
—and it's so strong and cool, and he can still do everything, like throw me really high in the air and catch me, and also this! —rebecca looked at bucky and he extended his metal arm straight out in front of him, wrist locked. rebecca jumped and wrapped her hands around his forearm, legs swinging beneath her like a tiny acrobat.
a chorus of whoa and giggles filled the room. they asked him a lot of question about his arm: can it break a door? (only if the door really deserves it) can you use it to open pickle jars? (yes) does it hurt, mr. barnes? (not anymore) can it fall off?
—it's not like legos! it's part of him! can your arm fall off? —you daughter said, defensively.
—okay, you can sit now rebecca, thank you, —you jumped gently in before it turned into a debate. she looked at her dad one last time before moving to her desk, —next respectful question for mr. barnes? not about his arm, please, —some kids lowered their hands. —what about if we ask him about his job? —a hand in the back shot up. —yes?
—do you have to do homework in congress?
bucky chuckled, then gave a kid a serious nod. —oh yeah. lots of homework. i have to read really long reports, like this long, —he held his hands apart. —sometimes more. and then i have to write notes and be ready to talk about them in front of a bunch of people.
you bit your lip, fighting the urge to laugh. he did not read a single one of those reports. you shot him a quick, teasing look and he just smiled back at you, as if to say, don't spoil my fun.
—do you live in the white house?
rebecca looked from her sit right, then left, eyebrows raised like she was trying to figure out if the question was a joke. —no! he lives in our house. with me and mom and alpine.
bucky pressed his lips together and nodded, —she's right.
you watched as the questions kept coming, one after another, each more curious than the last. no other dad or mom who had attended to friday family had ever received so many questions. the kids were absolutely fascinated by bucky. and he was handling perfectly, laughing with them, answering to every question kindly, never rushing, making sure each child got their turn, even one of your shyest kids asked him if he could shook his metal hand. bucky looked at you for a quiet okay, then rolled up his sleeve just a little, offering his hand to the kid.
he was doing great and your daughter seemed to know it. she sat up a bit taller, legs still swinging from her chair. while bucky was talking, you caught her sneaking glances at her classmates like saying, see? that's my dad. and the look of pride in rebecca's face as she looked at him calmed every nerve in bucky's body. of course, rebecca didn't know about this but last night, after he tucked her in bed, bucky came into your room, worried about today. what if rebecca realized he wasn't as cool as the other dads? what if she ended up embarrassed by him?
you managed to reassure him enough to get him to sleep but nothing you said compared to the reassurance he felt now, because as he stood there in front of the classroom, surrounded by eager little faces, rebecca's blue eyes, like his, were shining. she wasn't just smiling. she was beaming, like bucky was the best part of her world.
and in the middle of this precious moment, you couldn't help but notice the couple of seats empty at the back of the class.
some parents decided not to bring theirs kids to school that day. when you sent that email to them, announcing that rebecca's dad was next in line for family friday, the last thing you expected was to called into the principal's office the next morning, where you found a handful of moms and dad already seated. are you sure that's appropiate? with his past? some of us are uncomfortable. we don't want our children near him.
you sat through the meeting, jaw tight. be careful, that's my husband you're talking about. you said to one of the moms who was getting to comfortable talking about bucky, tossing around words like unstable and dangerous. you explained that he was pardoned, publicly and legally, so there was no reason to question him. and you said enough, there was no reason you needed to list the therapy appointments, the years of community word, the fact that he woke up every morning wondering if today would be the day everyone finally saw him for who he is, not who he was, all of that for people like them.
and the principal had to side with you. there was no reason for him to stay out of family friday and even though bucky didn't know why those kids weren't here today, and if he asked you wouldn't tell him the truth, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. because he showed up here today just as a dad, doing what be knew best, being there for his daughter.
he stayed during the break and the kids wasted no time. a small group, leaded by rebecca, rushed to him. come on, mr. barnes, we'll show you the reading corner. bucky looked slightly overwhelmed but the smile never left his lips. you moved with them, pointing out little projects hanging on the wall and bucky nodding, paying attention. when the kids huddled up in a corner, discussing which drawings he absolutely had to see first, bucky reached out, his arm slid around your waist as he pulled you closed and you let yourself lean into him.
—you're doing great, —you whispered.
about the drawings, he had already found the one he was most interested in. stuck to the wall, it was almost everything green with colorful flowers and a big lake so he guessed it was meant to be wakanda. in the center were three figures one with your name, next to you it was written me ('becca) and dad (bucky). alpine was there too, a little white cat in the corner, she didn't travel to wakanda but that didn't matter to rebecca, she needed to be included in the drawing.
he pressed a kiss to your temple. you looked at the clock on the wall, —okay, guys, mr. barnes needs to leave now, —you could hear a collective complain, —let's give him a big thank you for coming today.
a chorus of thank you, mr. barnes rang out from the kids, some of them waving excitedly, others wanted one last fist bump from bucky as they called his name, even one, the quietest of your kids, moved toward him and he pressed a golden sticker star onto the vibranium of bucky's hand. —thank you, buddy, —the kid hurried to his place.
rebecca ran to his dad and bucky was quick to catch her in a hug.
—can you stay a bit longer?
—i wish i could, bug, —he pulled back enough to see her face, brushing some dark brown locks like his out of her eyes. —i have to go back to work, but thank you for sharing your class with me, i had so much fun, —rebecca's face scrunched in disappointment, only focusing on the fact that bucky needed to leave. —i'll see you later at home.
—before dinner?
he nodded and she threw her arms around his neck again, tighter this time, hiding her face in the curve of his shoulder. when she finally loosened her grip, bucky gently set her back down on the floor. you walked with him to the door, some kids calling his name one last time. he let out the biggest breath when the door of the class closed behind you, like he'd been holding it in the whole time.
—how was i? i think she was happy, wasn't she? she seemed happy.
you nodded, smiling. —you were amazing, buck, —you tucked in the lapels of his suit jacket, running your thumb over his u.s. flag pin.
—i kept thinking i'd say the wrong thing or that i'd embarrass her.
you shook your head as he spoke. —you didn't. you were patient and funny. she kept looking at you like you hung the moon, —bucky rubbed the back of his neck, you asked, —did you hear what she wrote about you?
bucky's heart shrunk remembering it, her daughter's tiny voice reading out, all proud, and let's said, a bit cocky, like she already knew her dad was the best one. —i want that paper. i'm gonna frame it and put it up in my office.
you laughed and tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down to you and pressed a kiss to his lips. he hummed into it, like he'd been craving that exact moment since he slipped out of bed in the early morning. once you pulled back, he placed another quick kiss to your lips.
—i'll see you at home. i cannot wait, i want to hear everything she said about me again, every word.
you playfully slapped his chest, —do not let it get to your head, mr. barnes.
—too late for that, ms. barnes.
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cars go vroom | f1
grid mom series



Albert Park
“Where’s my girl?”
Y/n didn’t have to pick up her head to know who had arrived in the Porsche hospitality. She was currently giving her daughter, Anais, her bottle. Charlie was seated beside her cleaning up the mess he made with the formula powder.
“Hey mate, how’s fatherhood?” Lando greeted Charlie as he sat across the family of three.
“Aside from the obvious waking up in the middle of the night m, vomit down my back, and Ani being attached to her ma, can’t complain.” Charlie smiled at his little family.
“I would ask you how’s motherhood, but you were a mother before this one came into the world.” Lando stood up and immediately went to look at the babygirl in Y/n’s arms. “Oh look at that, she’s got your face!”
“It’s almost like i birthed her,” Y/n joked then adjusted Anais in her arms after the girl had finished her bottle. This was the first time Lando was meeting Anais. He wanted the couple to have some privacy while hey adjusted to their new life. “Look, baby, this gremlin is Lando.”
Anais cracked a little smile as she raised her arm to play with lando’s necklace. “Don’t worry, Ani, I’ll buy you a matching one soon.” Lando tickled her side.
“Has she met everyone else?” The Mclaren driver asked.
“No, we just got here.”
“We’ll get up woman! Anais has to meet her extended family!”
And that’s how Lando Norris ended up with a baby strapped to his chest.
Charlie and Y/n tagged along since it had been months since she saw her friends and also she wanted to meet the rookies. Obviously she had met them before, but this time, they were officially formula one drivers.
“Look, Ani! That’s my teammate Osc!” Lando pointed at the Australian who had just finished taking a photo with a fan. “Guess who found a baby?” Lando showed off Anais.
“Should you even be trusted with a baby?” Oscar approached them. “Hey, congratulations! How are you feeling?” He brought the Porsche driver into a hug.
“I’m okay, some days it’s good other days I just want to sleep the entire day but now I have a daughter.” Y/n looked over at Lando and saw him putting his sunglasses on her face.
“Any chance we’ll see you on track any time soon?”
Charlie knew Y/n wanted to be back on track as soon as she could. He wasn’t filming at the moment so he was more than happy with staying home with Anais, he told her multiple times. But the season had already started and Juan Manuel was in her seat. It didn’t feel right to her if Porsche threw him out and put her back in.
“Um, we’ll see. I’m not done racing, I still have some time left. Uh . . . I haven’t talked to anyone yet about coming back. Juan is doing a good job.” Y/n had noticed the Drive To Survive team was recording nearby. She absolutely didn’t want her daughter near them so she said her goodbye to Oscar and continued walking to visit her friends.
Lando led them to the Williams garage where Carlos and Rebecca were talking. The couple didn’t notice Lando with a baby until he said Carlos’ name in a baby voice.
“Who’s baby did you steal?” Carlos asked.
“Mine.” Y/n made her presence known which caught the couple by surprise.
“You’re back! Holy shit! Oh! Sorry!” Carlos covered his mouth when the profanity slipped from his lips.
“It’s fine, but look at you! Blue looks good on you.” Y/n gave him a hug then it was Rebecca’s turn to receive one.
“Thanks, I think Anais likes blue too.” Carlos noticed the baby taking a liking to the color as she reached for his jacket.
“Oh no, she’s papaya for life,” Lando commented but then got a playful glare from Y/n. “Okay she’s Porsche for life with an occasional mclaren cameo.”
After saying goodbye to the couple, they were on their way to the Red Bull garage. Ever since the news, Y/n had been dying to congratulate Max face to face. She knew Max would be an amazing father.
“Max!” Y/n yelled over the loud noise in the garage. The Dutchman looked at her and ran over to hug her. “I’m so fucking happy for you. Do you know the gender yet?”
“No, but we’re fine with whatever. The baby’s health is more important,” Max instantly smiled at the thought of his child. “Speaking of, is this your beautiful Anais?” He turned over to Lando and the baby.
“My one and only. And Lando is there too I guess.” Y/n laughed.
“Just for that, Ani is staying in the mclaren with my mum.” Lando pretended to leave but Anais had seen Max’s car and cracked a smile at it. “Yeah, that’s Max’s car. His and mine go vroom vroom. One day we’ll put you in there and you can drive it.”
“Don’t even think about it.” The girl’s mother warned.
“Boo! No fun!” Lando teased and he took Anais’ little hands and tried to make a thumbs down gesture, but the girl only giggled.
“Such a good big brother.” Y/n shook her head as she and Charlie said their goodbye to Max and walked to the next garage to greet her friends. Lando slowly walked behind them but would get distracted as he pointed out the track to the girl, whispering how he was going to win the race for her.
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