"my Honeybee, Come Get This Pollen"

"my honeybee, come get this pollen"

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lewis

As the festivities continue, you see Lewis glance at the envelope your best friend has just slipped him. With a curious look, he discreetly opens it under the table. When he sees the pictures, a slow, seductive smile spreads across his face. He catches your eye from across the table, his expression one of amused delight.

When he gets a chance, he leans in close to you, his warm breath tickling your ear. "You look absolutely stunning in those, you know," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth. "Maybe later you can show me more." He winks at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief and charm.

charles

Charles is in the middle of a conversation when he receives the envelope. With a polite nod, he excuses himself to take a look. As his eyes fall on the pictures, you see his cheeks flush a delicate pink. He quickly bites his lip and looks over at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes.

He shakes his head slightly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Naughty girl," he mouths at you, rolling his eyes in a teasing manner. Despite his best efforts to act nonchalant, the occasional glance in your direction betrays his intrigued thoughts.

sebastian

Sebastian's reaction is perhaps the most unexpected. He takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it with a slight frown of concentration. When he sees the pictures, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he looks over at you, shaking his head with a bemused smile.

He raises his glass to you in a silent toast, his eyes twinkling with humor. "Well, you've certainly spiced up the evening," he says with a laugh, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "You always know how to make an impression."

oscar

Oscar, ever the composed and cool-headed one, opens the envelope with a calm demeanor. His reaction is subtle but telling. His eyes widen slightly, and a small, appreciative smile forms on his lips. He looks at you, his expression one of genuine admiration and curiosity.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise," he says quietly, his voice laced with amusement. "You look amazing." There's a warmth in his gaze that makes your heart skip a beat, his reaction understated but undeniably appreciative.

lando

Lando's reaction is perhaps the most endearing. He takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it slowly. When he sees the pictures, his cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and he stutters, trying to form words. His usual confident demeanor is replaced with a shy, almost boyish charm.

He looks at you, his eyes wide with surprise. "I-I didn't expect that," he manages to say, his voice a mix of awe and nervousness. "You look... wow." He quickly looks away, his cheeks still burning as he tries to regain his composure.

jenson

Jenson takes the envelope with his characteristic suave smile, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyebrows lift in surprise, and he lets out a low, appreciative whistle. He quickly glances around to make sure no one else has seen and then looks back at you, his eyes now filled with a playful yet intense gaze.

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You look absolutely sexy in those pictures baby." His lips brush lightly against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "I hope you have more surprises like this in store for later." His smile is devilish, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and desire.

carlos

Carlos's reaction is a perfect blend of amusement and arousal. He opens the envelope with a grin, but as soon as he sees the pictures, his smile fades into a look of sheer surprise. His eyes widen, and he quickly puts a fist to his mouth to stifle a reaction. His cheeks flush slightly, and he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire, and leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You really know how to get a man's blood pumping, don't you?" His breath is hot against your ear, sending waves of heat through your body. "I might need more than just a cold shower after this." He gives you a smoldering look that promises more than just words.

max

Max, always eager for a bit of excitement, opens the envelope with an intrigued look. As his eyes land on the pictures, his usual composure falters. A deep blush creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks. He quickly shuts the envelope, his heart pounding.

When he finally gathers the courage to look at you, his gaze is intense, he leans in close, whispering in your ear, his voice husky, sending shivers down your spine. "Just wait until I get you alone. I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before." His grin is wicked, his eyes promising a night you won't soon forget.

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Bodyguard!Kimi raikkonen x reader

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I went ahead and wrote bodyguard!Kimi raikkonen

I’m still doing the other one I have a feeling max will win the poll going

The first time you met Kimi was when you were 17 years old. Your original bodyguard had been killed in an attempt on your life. Your father had stuck his own guard with you temporarily until he found a permanent replacement. Your 17th birthday your father called you down into his office and there he stood cold blue eyes that looked white piercing into your soul.

“Sweetheart meet your new bodyguard Kimi he’s here to stay indefinitely” your father says looking at you.

You held your hand out for Kimi to shake, only he didn’t shake it right away instead he turned to look at your father who just gave a short nod of approval. The moment his hand came into contact with yours you were doomed. His hand was bigger than yours, warm and calloused. You looked up into his pale icy blue eyes which pierced into yours. Which gave you butterflies and a small blush which Kimi noticed You BOTH were doomed.

Over the years Kimi lingered around like a shadow. Not that you were complaining you eventually had gotten used to his cold exterior. Which you saw right through. You are now 22 years old.

“I’m bored, can I go outside?” You asked no demanded as you yank your bedroom door open to look at Kimi”

“No” he said

“No?” Why not you asked

“Because it’s dangerous,” Kimi said softly.

You smiled. "You're not my dad." You said softly.

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"The worst?" Kimi's expression turned cold.

You could see the fear in his eyes, for you. It touched you deeply when he cared more about your well being than his own.

Over the last 5 years you've grown close to him. He's been with you through everything, yet the distance between the two of you just seemed to deepen. You both knew that there was more between the two of you, but neither of you was willing to admit it. It just seemed like there was just this invisible barrier that kept you from taking that next step. You just couldn't seem to cross it. So every time that you had this conversation, it always ended with him looking away, the same way he does now.

"Please?" You couldn't take it anymore. You could see the hesitation in his eyes. You knew it was dangerous to go outside alone, but you couldn't stand the thought of being trapped inside anymore. You were going crazy from the boredom and you needed some fresh air. It was a risk you were willing to take.

You waited in anticipation. He stared at you, his gaze piercing into you like always, as if reading your mind and all of your thoughts with just one look. You hoped he would give in but you knew that was probably too much to ask.

"Fine," he sighed, "but only for a little while. We're going to make it quick and be back inside as soon as possible."

"Thank you," you breathed a huge sigh of relief as he finally gave in and agreed.

The air outside seemed fresher than usual. You felt invigorated and alive in a way that you hadn't in a long time. The fresh air blew gently across your face as you walked down the driveway. You didn't realize how much you had needed this.

Kimi remained close beside you, his arms folded across his chest, his expression stoic. You could feel his eyes watching you, watching your every move. You felt a strange sensation of pride and confidence knowing that he was there to protect you.

You smiled to yourself when an idea came into your head and you took off running into the woods cackling like a gremlin at the short thought of freedom making Kimi shake his head and smile. He let you have this moment before he took off after you.

You hid behind a tree trying to catch your breath. You stood panting from your run, the adrenaline from your escapade still pumping through your veins. You couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at being able to let loose for a moment.

Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps approaching and your breathing become shallow as you waited for Kimi to catch you.

The footsteps drew closer and closer. You peeked around the tree and saw Kimi coming towards you. You watched as he approached, eyes scanning the area for you. He seemed on high alert, looking for any sign of you.

He came to a stop, eyes fixed on the tree. You could see him searching around, looking for any sign of where you had gone. You couldn't help but hold your breath as he was so close to finding you.

The silence was almost agonizing. You could hear his breath, you could feel his presence. You watched as his eyes darted, searching around, getting closer and closer to the tree. You waited for the moment when he would discover you. Your heart was in your throat, your palms sweaty.

Just when you thought he was going to find you, Kimi's eyes darted to the left, away from the tree. He stepped away, still scanning the surroundings. You were relieved but also somewhat disappointed. You had thought he was about to find you.

Kimi's pace slowed as he walked away from the tree. He seemed unsure of where to go now, like he wasn't sure which direction you had taken. You felt a little guilty for leading him on a chase, but it was also a little exhilarating to see him so disoriented.

You took this opportunity to peer out from behind the tree and watch as Kimi's back was turned to you. You couldn't help but feel a mischievous little grin spread across your face at the opportunity to play a little game.

You took a few steps back from the tree, trying to be as quiet as possible. You ducked down lower, careful not to make any noise. You could see Kimi walking further away from you, still searching for you. You waited for the right moment before silently creeping up behind him.

You tiptoed up behind Kimi, your heart pounding in your chest. He was completely unaware of your presence, his eyes focused on looking for you in the trees. Once you were close enough you tapped him on the shoulder.

Kimi jumped in surprise and whirled around. His eyes widened when he saw you standing behind him, looking as mischievous and playful as ever. You couldn't help but smile and giggle at his reaction.

Kimi scowled at you, clearly surprised by your sneakiness. "You shouldn't have done that!" he scolded.

"Why not?" You asked sarcastically, batting your eyelashes at him, "did you get scared?"

"I was not scared." Kimi said curtly.

"Oh?" You asked coyly, still smiling at him playfully. "Not scared, did you get *startled*?"

His face remained impassive as he stood stiffly, staring at you.

A hint of a smile began to form on Kimi's face as he tried to remain serious.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that," he chided.

"Why? I thought I'd come and give you a bit of excitement. You need to lighten up a bit."

“People think you’re scary but really, you’re just a soft marshmallow, all soft and mushy on the inside and burnt on the outside.” You said looking up into his eyes

“…Are you comparing me to a roasted marshmallow?” Kimi asked

You giggled at his reaction. "Yes, an overly done one." But you said it playfully, as if you were kidding.

Kimi glared at you, still pretending to be upset, but you could tell he was just faking it.

"You're always so serious; I don't think I've ever seen you let your guard down."

"I don't let my guard down for anyone." Kimi said in a harsh tone.

"Not even me?" You asked softly.

A hint of a smile came back to Kimi's face, though he tried to hide it by looking away from you.

"You're different," Kimi said softly, "you're the only one who's managed to make me feel this way."

He kept looking away, his face flushing as he realized what he was saying.

"So you're saying you're softer with me?" You asked playously, batting your eyelashes and pouting at him.

"That's not what I'm saying," Kimi said defensively.

"It's okay, you can admit it. You don't have to be so prickly all the time."

"You're mocking me." Kimi glared at you, his expression harsh again but there was something else deep down in his eyes.

"I'm just teasing you a bit," you retorted, "you should try it sometime."

Kimi scowled again. He didn't seem to appreciate the teasing, but you couldn't help yourself. You enjoyed seeing him squirm and get flustered, it was all part of the game.

"So, mister tough guy, have you gotten soft for me?" you asked with a sly grin.

"No!" Kimi scoffed. "I'm as tough as ever."

"Then why are you blushing?" You asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him again.

"I am not blushing." Kimi glared.

"Then why is your face so red?" You asked playfully.

"It's...it's hot outside." He said lamely.

You snorted and covered your mouth to suppress a giggle.

"Nice try, but it's not hot out at all. It's actually pretty cool." You teased him.

Kimi glared at you and looked away again. He couldn't figure out a way to avoid the truth and that made him angrier.

"And what if I am blushing?" Kimi asked irritably, clearly no longer trying to hide it.

You couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Then I guess I've proven my point."

"What point?" Kimi asked, still keeping his gaze away from you.

"That you let your guard down for me."

Kimi stayed silent, his face flushed and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Admit it, you're as soft as silk on the inside," you teased softly, not taking your eyes off him.

"So I guess that means you're soft for me." You beamed at him, hoping that this would be the moment when he admits to his real feelings for you.

You gasped as Kimi swept you up over his shoulder. You held onto him tightly as he carried you back to the house. You couldn't help but feel a deep satisfaction at feeling the power of his muscular arms beneath yours.

When he set you down you couldn't help but smile at him. He still didn't talk to you, and you couldn't help but laugh at his grumpy expression as he gave you the silent treatment.

You smiled softly at Kimi's grumpy demeanor. He may have been acting like he was angry with you, but you knew that deep down he was just trying to hide his feelings for you.

You looked up at him as he stood there, staring silently down at you with those bright blue eyes. Suddenly, without warning, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

Kimi was taken by surprise. His eyes widened briefly before he responded in kind. He leaned down to meet your lips and kissed you tenderly, his hands wrapping around your waist.

The kiss was short but heartfelt, and when you pulled away you could see his face was a mix of shock and joy. At that moment, you both knew.

You both were doomed

You had both been fighting your feelings for one another for so long. But in that one brief moment when you kissed, all of the walls you both had built up between you came crashing down.

There was no more fighting, no more running. All that remained was the love and acceptance of being together at last. You were both doomed, but in the most wonderfully perfect and beautiful way imaginable.

Couples Therapy

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: let’s go to couples therapy and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other

You fidget nervously in the waiting room chair, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. This has to be the most ridiculous first date idea ever …but then again, Lando was never one for convention.

The office door swings open and a smiling middle-aged woman in a cardigan beckons you both inside. “Y/N? Lando? I’m Dr. Ramanujan, please come in.”

Lando shoots you a mischievous grin and you can’t help but return it as you follow the therapist into her office. This is already off to a delightfully silly start.

“So,” Dr. Ramanujan settles into her chair, notepad at the ready. “What brings you two in today?”

You open your mouth but Lando beats you to it. “Well doc, it’s like this — Y/N and I have been together for five years now but things have gotten … sticky, you might say.”

You fight back a surprised laugh at his casual lie. Five years? You met this lunatic ten days ago.

Nodding solemnly, you play along. “Yes, unfortunately some issues have arisen that we haven’t been able to resolve on our own.”

“I see,” the therapist jots something down. “And what would you say is the primary issue troubling your relationship?”

Lando strokes his chin in mock contemplation. “You know, now that I think about it, we really struggle with intimacy.”

You splutter, cheeks flushing red. He did not just go there on a first date!

“We’re very passionate people,” he continues effortlessly. “But I think we both have some hang-ups that stop us from really connecting, you know?”

Clearing your throat, you decide to steer into the skid. “Yes, you could say Lando is quite … insatiable in that area.”

Dr. Ramanujan’s eyebrows shoot up but she simply nods. “I see, I see. And how does that make you feel, Y/N?”

“Honestly?” You shrug helplessly. “Exhausted. The man is completely relentless — it’s like he’s an animal sometimes!”

Lando clutches his chest in feigned offense. “An animal? That’s a bit much, don’t you think darling?”

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me,” you snap, pushing aside your amusement at the increasingly absurd situation. “I’m just calling it like I see it. We’re here for honesty, right?”

“Touché,” Lando turns back to the therapist. “Doc, maybe you could help us find … a compromise of sorts? Because my needs are evidently not being met.”

You scoff loudly. “Not being met? Lando, I let you do that thing with the-”

Mercifully, Dr. Ramanujan interjects before you can continue that train of thought. “Perhaps we could steer our discussion in a more productive direction? Intimacy issues often stem from deeper underlying problems within a relationship. Is there anything else concerning you both?”

Lando ponders this for a moment before snapping his fingers. “You know what? I think a big part of it is that Y/N doesn’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust you?” You echo incredulously. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. I Flirt With My Teammate Constantly!“

His jaw drops perfectly. “You’re bringing Oscar into this? That’s a low blow, babe.”

“I’m not blind!” You shoot back, doing your best to ignore how silly you both must look. “I see how cozy you two get. Tell me there’s nothing there and I’m a fool!”

“Woah, woah!” Lando holds up his hands defensively. “Oscar and I are just good friends and teammates. Nothing more.”

You cross your arms stubbornly. “If you say so.”

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. Dr. Ramanujan seems perplexed by your crazy banter.

Finally, she clears her throat. “Right. Well, it sounds like there are some potential trust issues at play here that we should unpack-”

“Oh I’ll unpack it for you, doc!” Lando interjects, real passion entering his voice now. “Y/N is massively, astronomically insecure about our relationship. She questions my faithfulness at every turn!”

You swivel to face him fully, eyes wide. “And why, pray tell, would I possibly be insecure about that?”

“I don’t know!” He throws his hands up in exasperation. “I’ve never given you a single real reason to doubt me!”

“Except for all the pet names and inappropriate touching with Oscar!”

“Those are just friendly gestures!”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy!”

The two of you are practically shouting at each other now, completely absorbed in your make-believe argument. Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel a bit bad for putting the poor therapist through this, but you’re having far too much fun to stop.

Dr. Ramanujan finally cuts in, raising her palms. “Okay! Okay, let’s all just take a breath, shall we?”

You and Lando freeze mid-rant, remembering where you are. He shoots you a conspiratorial wink and you have to bite your lip to suppress a smile.

“Now,” the therapist continues once the tension has diffused slightly. “Clearly there are some deep-seated resentments and triggers being hit here that we need to unravel. But I think a lot of it comes back to the intimacy and trust issues we were discussing earlier. Y/N, would you say you feel emotionally fulfilled by Lando?”

You ponder this for a moment, drawing out the suspense. Lando watches you with bated breath.

Finally, you sigh deeply. “No doc, I can’t say that I do. And maybe that’s why I’ve been so tempted to stray myself ...”

Lando’s jaw drops perfectly again. “You’ve been tempted to cheat? With who?”

Holding his gaze boldly, you declare: “My yoga instructor, actually.”

“Shane?” He looks like you just slapped him. “But he’s so … so bland!”

You shrug nonchalantly. “What can I say? Opposites attract sometimes.”

Dr. Ramanujan looks like she’s watching a tennis match, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Lando points an accusatory finger at you. “This is unbelievable! You had the audacity to blame me for the intimacy issues earlier when all this time you’ve been lusting after another man?”

“I’m a woman of insatiable needs!” You cry, borrowing his phrasing from earlier. “You said it yourself!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He turns desperately back to the therapist. “Please doc, you have to help us!”

She blinks owlishly a few times before finding her voice. “I … I’m not sure I can be of much assistance here.”

Lando clutches at his chest dramatically. “No, don’t say that! Our relationship is hanging by a thread as it is.”

“If it’s even still a relationship,” you mumble darkly, inspecting your nails with affected nonchalance.

“You see?” Lando pleads with the doctor. “This is what I’m dealing with every day! The constant barbs and lack of trust! I’m at my wit’s end.”

Dr. Ramanujan’s eyes dart between the two of you, seeming to deflate a little more after each deranged declaration. She sets her notepad aside with a resigned sigh.

“Listen, you two ...” she begins carefully. “While I appreciate you being upfront about your ...” she pauses, clearly searching for the right word, “unique situation, I’m afraid it goes well beyond my abilities as a therapist.”

You simply blink at her innocently while Lando dissolves into feigned hysterics beside you.

“But you have to help us!” He cries, flinging himself backwards dramatically. “Our relationship is the only thing I have left!”

You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his antics, quickly disguising it as a cough when the therapist shoots you a look. Dr. Ramanujan just shakes her head slowly.

“I’m sorry, but I clearly don’t have the tools or expertise to assist with … whatever this is.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you. “My advice would be to seek a different form of counseling. Or perhaps … separate for a while until you both figure out what you want.”

Lando clutches at his chest, feigning heartbreak. “Separate? Doc, you can’t be serious!”

“I’m afraid I am,” Dr. Ramanujan states firmly, rising from her chair. “This session has become … unproductive, to put it mildly. I think we should call it a day.”

You open your mouth to protest staying in character, but the defeated look on the poor therapist’s face gives you pause. With a sidelong glance at Lando, you decide to put her out of her misery.

Rising from your own seat, you loop your arm through Lando’s and favor the bewildered doctor with your most winning smile.

“You’re probably right, doc. We’ll, uh, take some time and really think things over. Thanks for your … insight today.”

Dr. Ramanujan simply nods, seemingly too drained to even reply as she opens the door and gestures you both through.

The second you’re out in the hallway, you can’t contain your laughter anymore. You dissolve into a fit of giggles, doubling over and clutching at Lando’s arm for support. He joins in instantly, that mischievous grin stretched wide across his face.

“Oh my god,” you gasp between peals of laughter. “Did you see her face when I brought Oscar into it?”

“I thought she was going to kick us out then and there!” Lando howls, wiping away a mirthful tear. “The things we put that poor woman through ...”

You finally manage to regain your composure, still grinning madly at the ridiculousness of it all. Leave it to Lando to come up with a first date idea as wonderfully insane as fake couples therapy.

“We should do something normal for our next date,” you quip, shooting him a sly look. “Like go skydiving or swimming with sharks.”

Lando matches your playful tone, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meander away from the office. “Whatever you say, darling. Just promise me you won’t leave me for one of the skydiving instructors, yeah?”

You pull him closer with a laugh. “No promises, babe.”

Nursed By Love

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Lando got sick during the first race of the triple header and you made it your mission to take care of him.  (2.7k words)

warnings: stablished relationship, fluff, sick!lando, taking a shower together (not in a sexual way), use of Y/N

a/n: not gonna lie, this turned out shorter than i expected 😭 i wanted to write more and include the entire weekend but i literally couldn't come up with more, i’m sorry if it feels a little rushed but i hope you still like it!

check out the original request here! also, this is somewhat of a prequel to my fic Sick; it has a couple of references here and there but it can be read as a standalone.

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Lando woke up before you, something that was normal in your relationship given the strict agenda he had to follow almost on a daily basis. He checked his phone to see how much time left he had before having to get up, sighing when he realised his alarm would go off soon. 

He valued his sleep, like a lot, so he figured he wouldn't let those few minutes go to waste, so he pulled the covers again up to his neck, but he was feeling a little colder than usual, so he did what he usually does: he reached for you and pulled you into him, embracing you so lovingly.

This made you wake up, slowly opening your eyes to get used to the light. “Hey,” you whispered, not completely sure if he was awake.

"Sorry, baby,” he said with a sleepy voice as his nose nudged into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay. What time is it?”

“Almost time to go, actually.”

“Okay, let’s get going then.” You said, pulling away from his embrace, making him whine as he quickly reached for your arm.

“No, let’s stay in bed a little longer,” he looked at you with his sweet eyes as he tried to convince you to go back to him.

“I don’t want us to be late again.”

“We won’t. We still have a few minutes, I promise.”

With that, you cuddled him again, this time facing him. After all, how could you possibly say no to him? “Okay, but as soon as the alarm goes off, we are getting up.”

"Yes, ma’am,” he replied happily as he buried his face on your neck again, enjoying the way you were scratching his scalp. 

Truth is, he was feeling more tired than usual. Sure, he always hated having to wake up early, but something about the way he was feeling that day wasn’t right. You felt it too; his skin against your neck was hotter than it normally was.

“You okay?”

He shook his head, hugging you tighter. “I think I’m getting sick.”

You pulled away again, the back of your hand falling on his forehead. “Baby, you have a fever.” He just hummed in response as he tried to get you to go back to your previous position. “Lando, I’m being serious. You can’t just ignore it.”

“It’s not like I can call in sick.” 

“I know, but you can’t go around all day without at least taking something. What else are you feeling?” You asked, worried eyes looking back at him.

“I’m just cold… and tired.”

“Okay, I’ll run to get you something, and you start getting ready. Sounds good?” 

He immediately shook his head and, once again, tried to cuddle you. “You promised we’d stay here until the alarm went off.”

“I know, my love, but this is the first race of the triple header, and you need to be okay. You shouldn’t do it while being sick,” you said, rubbing his check softly. “I’ll meet you at the track, yeah?”

“No, please. Let’s just cuddle for a bit longer,” he insisted. 

You sighed, debating in your mind what you should do. On one hand, you knew he wouldn’t give up, and it really couldn’t hurt to just cuddle him for a little while; he really needed it after all, but on the other, he really needed to take something so he wouldn’t feel that way for the rest of the weekend—not only that, but the two other weekends he had ahead of him.

“It’s only media day. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” you finally gave in, “but I’m serious, you have to take something.”

“I will. I will get checked later today at the track. Don’t worry,” he reassured you. 

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of that.” You went back to your cuddly position as your hand caressed the back of his head.

“I know you will.”

The minutes went by too quickly to his liking, the alarm going off just moments later. To him, it felt like 5 seconds, not 5 minutes. He groaned when you started to get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of the hotel bed to start getting ready for the day.

“We had a deal, c’mon,” you said, offering him your hand. He took it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to.

“I wish we could stay here all day.” He stood in front of you and cupped your face as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.

“Aw, I know, my love, but the day will be over before you know it, and we can come back later to cuddle a little more, okay?”

He just nodded and made his way to the bathroom. You both started getting ready quickly, knowing the car that would take you to the track was probably already downstairs waiting for you.

Once you had everything you needed, he took your hand and gave it a little kiss, whispering a soft “Okay, time to go” before leaving the room.

You got to the track, and he immediately had to start doing things for the weekend that awaited him; you knew he wouldn’t get checked or take something unless you were on his hair about it, so you thought telling Jon would be a good idea.

It was hard to find a moment to go to the clinic due to their busy schedule, but you were able to finally drag him there.

You were standing close to him as he dangled his feet on the small bed, getting his throat checked by the doctor.

“It seems like you have a cough, nothing too serious,” the doctor said as she stepped away from him, writing something on the piece of paper attached to the wooden board where she was writing down his symptoms. “I will give you some medicine; take this right now, and then make sure you take it every 8 hours. Something for the fever too, in case you feel sick later, but only take one, and only if you get a fever. Also some painkillers; have you had any headaches?”

“A little bit, last night.”

“Any other thing you have been feeling?”

“I think that’s all.”

“Alright, that should be all then. Drink a lot of fluids and stay away from any alcohol or smoking. It’s not too bad, but if anything comes up, you know where to find me.”

Lando was just nodding, but you paid attention to everything she said, making a mental note of how to take care of him. 

Once they were done with all the paperwork, you left the clinic, Lando holding everything the doctor had prescribed. 

“I will hold on to those, thank you,” you said, taking all the medicine and putting it in your bag, safe and sound. You checked the time and set a reminder for 8 hours, so you didn’t forget about the cough medicine.

“Thank you, my love,” he said before kissing the top of your head.

You looked up at him with a smile, feeling sad that he got sick at the beginning of the triple header. You knew how demanding his job was and how demanding he was on himself, so it wouldn’t be a smooth recovery, so the least you could do was help him however you could.

“Lando, we have to get going. I think they are already waiting for us,” Jon said as he typed something on his phone.

The rest of the day was a little boring, which was expected considering Lando and Oscar had to spend all day talking to people or recording some videos and interviews, but you never left his side, just in case he needed something or started to feel sick again. Any time he was away from the people or cameras, you immediately ran up to him, your hand landing somewhere on his skin to make sure he didn’t have a fever.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still a little tired, and my throat is starting to bother me again. But other than that, all good.”

“Oh, is it too bad?”

“Not too bad; I guess all the talking isn’t really helping,” he chuckled, in hopes of not worrying you too much, but you couldn’t help it, and he knew that.

“I figured. You should drink some water,” you handed him the bottle you had been holding all day. He took it and drank the water that was left, thankful that you made sure to have it on you the whole time.  “Where are we going now?”

“We are staying here. We have a couple more things to do.” You nodded, holding his hand for just a moment since someone called his name from the other side of the room. “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?”

“Okay.” You let go of his hand, watching as he joined Oscar and some other people on a big couch. They were talking about the next video they had to film, so since he was busy with his job, you figured you could step away for a moment.

You wandered around as you looked up what the best tea was to help with a sore throat. Once you settled on ginger, you looked everywhere for it, but it wasn’t as common as you hoped. You did manage to find some, finally, and you ran back to the McLaren hospitality so you could give it to him. Thankfully, when you found him, he was just scrolling on his phone, sitting away from everyone.

“Hey, I brought you some tea. This should help your sore throat.” He looked up from his phone to take the disposable cup you were holding. “It might not be as hot as it should be, but it should still do the trick,” you said nervously.

“What is it?” He asked, sniffing it.

“Ginger.”

“Ginger? Where did you find ginger tea?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you said as you sat on his lap.

“Thanks, darling,” he whispered before taking a sip, clearing his throat afterwards. 

“You should drink all of it.”

“It’s a little spicy. Do you want to try?” He said, offering you the cup.

“No, I don’t want your germs,” you joked, making him laugh. You laughed with him, enjoying the little glimpse of his dimple.

“I’m afraid you got those when we kissed.”

It wasn’t instant, but the tea definitely helped. The rest of the day went on quicker since all the major stuff got done in the morning, so before you knew it, you were already back at the hotel.

“Lando, take this.” You were taking out the bag of medicine you got from the doctor that morning, picking up the bottle that he was supposed to drink every 8 hours.

“What is it?”

“Your medicine, silly. It’s time.”

He made a disgusted face as he took it. “It tastes horrible.”

“I know, but you can’t skip it.” You stood there until he was done, an even more disgusted look adorning his face. “Are you feeling better than this morning?”

He nodded, giving you back the bottle since he knew you wanted to keep all his medicine together. “Will you take a shower with me?” He asked out of nowhere. You raised your eyebrows at his question, and he realized how it came across so immediately clarified. “Not for that reason.”

You couldn’t hold your laugh, but you quickly realised he just needed help. “Do you want me to help wash your hair?”

“Please.If you are okay with it.” 

You followed him to the bathroom, turning on the water and making sure it was warm and nice  while he discarded his clothes. He stepped in first, letting out a small moan when the warm water started to cover his body. He offered you his hand once you got naked, his strong arms wrapping around your body when you joined him.

You stayed like that for a moment, until you pulled away to gently massage his scalp. 

“This is nice,” he cooed, his eyes closing as he relaxed at the feeling.

“Mhmm, I’m glad, baby.”

“Are we going to sleep after this?” His eyes met yours as he awaited for your answer, smiling when you nodded. “Good, you promised some cuddles this morning.”

“I know, I haven’t forgotten.” It warmed your heart that he had been looking forward to it, but it broke it at the same time because, even though he always asked for it, you knew it was different this time. “Bent down a little for me,” you instructed as you reached for the shampoo and squeezed some on your hand. He did as you asked, leaving his head in perfect reach for you.

Your fingertips went back to massage his scalp gently as you made sure you covered all of it. He was humming at your touch, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the soothing sensation.

“Does your head hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted, “not too bad, though.” You looked at him with sad eyes, wishing you could take his pain away and take it yourself.

“Okay, I will give you something for that, and then we can go to bed, okay?” 

You continued helping him for the rest of the shower, and then he offered to help you the same way you did. You accepted, but it did take a little longer considering you had a lot more hair than he did, but he was happy to do it. When you were both done, you stepped back into the bathroom, handing him a towel and making him sit on the little stool in front of one of the mirrors.

With tired eyes, Lando met your gaze through the mirror, paying attention to your every move as you dried his hair. He loved the way your face scrunched when you were focused, sticking out your tongue from time to time. You were being so gentle with him that he almost felt like crying, but he held those emotions back, not wanting to worry you even more than you already were.

Once his hair was fully dried and you helped him with most of his nightly routine, you guided him to the bedroom and gave him a pill for his headache, letting him get under the covers afterwards. He dragged you with him, pulling you into a hug as soon as you got there.

“Can we do this every night?” He asked, his face burying in your neck as he usually does.

“Of course. Anything you want, my love. Are you comfortable?” You asked, a smile spreading across your face when he nodded.

“Thank you,” he whispered after a moment of silence, his mind drifting off into a peaceful sleep as you massaged his muscles.

Lando fell asleep almost instantly, allowing you to go to sleep once you made sure he was fully knocked out for the night. 

A few hours went by, both of you enjoying each other’s warmth, until the sound of an alarm interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you reached for your phone to turn it off, but immediately sat up and grabbed his medicine.

Lando shuffled next to you, groaning too as he slightly opened his eyes to quickly scan the room. “It’s still dark outside, why do you have an alarm?” He asked, his voice sleepy and his eyes half closed as he looked at you.

“Sorry, love, it’s time for your medicine again.” 

He sat up and took the little spoon you were offering him, his sleepy state saving him from the terrible taste it had. Once he was done, he fell on his pillow again and pulled into him, going back to your previous position.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Even though the sleep was evident in his voice, you could still hear how truly thankful he was.

You placed your hands on each of his cheeks, causing his eyes to flutter shut in contentment. “Of course, what type of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead before he brought you closer to him, a little ‘I love you’ scaping his lips as he went back to sleep.

⭑ LET HIM COOK BAKE ! ⭑

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REQUESTED? ─⭑ Yes! (I lost the request so whoever you are, i hope you find this!)

SUMMARY ─⭑ Carlos loves to cook and bake. And with all of your recipes and help, he has achieved peak cooking and backing.He watches every video to see how your hands work their magic, how your smile wrinkles the corner of your eyes how charming you look in your new dress- but he definitely doesn’t also watch because you’re pretty. But how will things spice up once you finally gets invited to the Ferrari garage?

PAIRING ─⭑ Carlos Sainz x Cooking+Baking Influencer!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ─⭑ google translated spanish, carlos being a fangirl, spelling mistakes

A/N ─⭑ it was requested as influencer, but what about a cook/baker influencer reader?? 😏 there won’t be a pt 2 to this fic, but i think we can tell how this would be :)

AND YES IK THE INSTA DM ISN’T WHAT WOULD HAPPEN BUT LET ME LIVE

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alexandrasaintmleux it looks so good! can’t wait to see you sometime soon ❤️ 🍓

y/n_bakes me too lovely! (catching a train from nice to monaco rn) 🩵

user1 y/n and alex being friends heals my depression

user2 i aspire to be as pinterest as she is.

user3 she IS pinterest

user4 i need those pancakes inside me rn 😩

user5 THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY

user6 CARLOS SAINZ PANCAKES

user7 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED

user8 SMOOTH OPERATOR MENTION!!

user9 F1 MENTION WTF IS A RACE WITHOUT MAX VERSTAPPEN WINNING??? 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️ 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️ 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️

y/n_bakes …who’s carlos sainz..? 😓

user10 @ y/n_bakes YOU DON’T KNOW WHO CARLOS SAINZ IS?? THE FORMULA ONE DRIVER??? FOR FERRARI???

y/n_bakes …doesn’t ring a bell 😞

user11 y/n my love, sweetheart, love of my life, honey, sweetie…

user12 carlos because y/n doesn’t know who he is even though he follows her : 🥀💔😥😔⛓️🖤😈😭🔪🏴‍☠️

user13 i love how y/n is followed by the other wags then there is just carlos. 😭😭

user14 “oh… and he’s there too.”

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user26 PLS GO TO A RACE OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING WE NEED A Y/N-CARLOS MEETING 😭🙏

user15 SPANISH PASTRY MENTION 🗣️ 🔥 🇪🇸

user16 how much do you guys want to bet that that follower was carlos 💀

user17 there is no need to bet it’s a known fact 😭

y/n_bakes ✔︎ how did you know?? haha

user17 WAIT WHAT

user18 STOP WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS IN THE FIRST PHOTO 🥹

user19 carlos is foaming at the mouth because of this post

user20 banging his head into the wall

user21 kicking his legs and giggling 🤭

user22 ready to sign up to be her husband for 2025 rather than a team 💀

user23 @ user22 ENOUGH. 😭😭

user24 i need her to be in a ferrari video just to see how carlos would act

landonorris ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 this her?

user24 LANDO TAGGING HIM OMG 😭

carlossainz55 ✔︎ lando. what do you think you are doing.

landonorris ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 uhmmm helping my best friend out??? 🤨

landonorris ✔︎ @ y/n_bakes carlos here is your biggest fan

carlossainz55 ✔︎ HIJO DE PERRA

carlossainz55 ✔︎ BORRAR ESTO AHORA MISMO ANTES DE QUE ELLA VEA ESTO

y/n_bakes @ landonorris really? I’m so glad! tell him i say thank you for all the support and the wonderful recipe he sent in! 😊

user25 DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THE CARLOS COMMENTS TRHEAD BEFORE IT GOT DELETED BC Y/N RESPONDED??? 😭

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user27 Y/N IN PADDOCK! REPEAT! Y/N IN PADDOCK! 🔥 🗣️

user28 still never getting over the romantic tension between her and carlos.

user29 THE FACT MOST OF THE FERRARI BOY PHOTOS ARE CARLOS 🥹

user30 considering how they interacted the msot out of the baking video they definitely are friends

user31 friends? I think you mean lovers 😍😍

user32 NO ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT CARLOS SAID IN THE VIDEO??

user33 “If I win, I will take you out for dinner.” “Will you?” “I will. Promise you. A pinky promise” “I’ll hold you to it :)”

user34 THEY ARE SO WELIFHVLWIEFV

scuderiaferrari ✔︎ so happy you got to join us this weekend! can’t wait for some more goodies when you come again 😋 🍰

y/n_bakes ✔︎ i would always bring sweets for my favorite team!

carlossainz55 ✔︎ @ y/n_bakes what about your favorite driver? 😉

charles_leclerc ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 since when were you the favorite??

y/n_bakes ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 don’t worry carlos! I would always bring something for you! 🩷

charles_leclerc ✔︎ oh…

charles_leclerc ✔︎ Oh..! 😏

user41 carlos making his millennial moves??

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user35 WHAT IS THIS???

user36 bro is not holding back 😭😭

user37 bro is moving faster than the ferraris 💀

user38 he’s been waiting for this for 4 years ofc he’s wasting no time 😭

landonorris ✔︎ finally.

carlossainz55 ✔︎ don’t even talk to me about this.

user39 what did lando do bro 😭

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ exist

landonorris ✔︎ IM THE ONE THAT HELPED THEM FIRST TALK YOU ASSHOLE. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS ENTIRE TIME FOR THEM?? NOTHING. BUZZ OFF.

y/n_bakes ✔︎ not used to these kinds of dinners… but I can definitely get used to it 😊

carlossainz55 ✔︎ as long as I’m the one taking you out, yes?

y/n_bakes ✔︎ ofc! who else would i go to dinners with?

user40 i might throw up (of cutness)

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carlossainz55 ✔︎ vida mía ❤️ so happy that ferrari invited you (with my help of course) so that we were able to get to know each other. 😚

y/n_bakes ✔︎ so lucky to have gotten that invitation! i wouldn’t change anything in the world unless it meant meeting you earlier 🩷

landonorris let him bake.

Careful Around Feelings - Max Verstappen

Summary: After their 6 year old tells y/n something, she has to encourage them to tell Max but even she wonders how this will end and if feelings will be hurt or not.

No part 2 requests please

With Max and y/n having Matthew before the end of Max's F1 career, Matthew's first couple years of life saw him so obsessed with seeing Max on track, it was no surprise that by the time he was 3 he was begging for a kart and getting to bond with Max and even on some occasions Jos.

He loved it.

Or so everyone thought.

"Mummy..." A small voice mumbles as y/n grunts trying to change bed sheets because for some reason her second pregnancy has her changing them twice a week, she's really in a cleaning frenzy for some reason even though at 7 months pregnant it's pretty exhausting.

"Hey, baby. Everything ok?" Y/n smiles brightly since she's made it a priority to never let Matthew think he's lost priority with a younger sibling on the way.

"Mummy." Matthew sniffles, hiccuping and making her rush forward. Picking up the 6 year old despite knowing Max would have an aneurysm from such a physical activity.

"Ok, baby. We need to just calm down and then when you've done that, you can tell me what's wrong ok?" Y/n soothes sitting down on the bed and managing to keep Matthew on her lap despite the compromised space by her bump.

It takes a few minutes but Matthew does eventually calm down and catch his breath.

"Alright, baby. Tell mummy what's wrong." Y/n smiles lightly though internally seeing Matthew so worked up by something like this is honestly so horrible to see.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew hiccups making y/n almost deflate in relief that it's not something more serious like...he killed an animal and she had a mini serial killer on her hands.

"Oh. Well that's ok. You don't have to kart if you don't want to baby." Y/n states since she'd support her children through any interest and loss of interest if that's how they feel.

"I'm scared to tell daddy."

And if that knowledge wouldn't break Max's heart, Matthew being too scared to tell him that he doesn't want to kart anymore. But she gets it, for Matthew this is a big way he gets to spend time with Max one to one and Max is always so happy and proud of Matthew.

"Baby, you should never be scared to tell daddy anything. He loves you for you not because you kart. You're his baby, he just wants you to be happy. We both just want you to be happy. If karting doesn't make you happy anymore then you can stop. It's ok." Y/n states making Matthew sniffle as she pulls him closer and kisses his temple with a sigh. "I hate seeing you so sad about this baby. You don't need to be sad."

"I don't want to make daddy sad." Matthew mumbles only further breaking y/n's heart. Matthew really is the perfect kid, with his only flaw that he considers others too much. Sometimes the kid just needs to learn to be selfish and not sorry for it.

"I think when daddy gets back, you and him can sit down and talk and you can tell him. I promise, I double-triple crossed my heart promise, that he won't be upset. Ok?" Y/n smiles gently while cupping his face with one hand and wiping the stray tears away. "Your daddy and I will be proud of you no matter what you do. Is there something else you think you want to do?"

"I want to tell daddy what I want to do instead."

"Oh right, not mummy?" Y/n jokes with a fake pout. "No, it's ok. You tell daddy first and then you can tell me. Now, how about you help mummy finish making the bed?"

Matthew is too small to really help with much, but he ends up doing the pillow cases and helping her carry the dirty sheets to the washing machine.

Then they decide to eat to kill time while waiting for Max to get home.

-

Matthew ended up wanting y/n there as a form of emotional support but she insisted he would need to tell her.

"Uh oh, am I in trouble?" Max chuckles as Matthew walks in holding y/n's hand and then being gently guided forward while y/n smiles with an expression that tells Max is going to be spoken to about something that is serious.

"Matthew has something he wants to tell you." Y/n states making Max nod before the 6 year old steps up to him, tears already welling up as he feels y/n gently rub his back before she steps back. "Go on, baby."

Max acts quickly wanting to comfort his son as quick at possible and pulls him up onto his lap since he hates seeing Matthew in tears over anything.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew mumbles in such a way that even y/n frowns since it's impossible to decode his words.

"Sorry, buddy. I missed that." Max frowns in confusion while Matthew glances at y/n and she smiles reassuring him as best she can.

"I don't want to kart anymore, daddy." Matthew repeats making Max sigh then wrapping his arms around the 6 year old who starts sniffling clearly a little overwhelmed by saying it out loud for Max to hear. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. You don't have to kart if you don't want to. That doesn't matter. I just hate seeing you so upset." Max states trying to laugh and lighten the atmosphere. "You can do whatever you want. You don't have to do karting."

"Ok." Matthew nods with a thick swallow.

Max continues to hold Matthew tightly sighing as he looks over him to y/n who smiles at him.

"I want to do MotoGP. Not F1." Matthew states making y/n almost feel like he's just punched her gut.

Obviously F1 is dangerous enough of a sport. But there's something slightly more comfortable that the car is built with elements to protect the driver in the car. MotoGP basically replies entirely on the suits they're wearing and they can, and often do, go flying off of the bikes in races.

"MotoGP, well you're already cooler than me. We'll look into it and start seeing what we can do." Max nods not missing his wife's physical reaction that Matthew thankfully didn't see.

-

Max smiles walking into the bedroom finding y/n is just lying splayed out on their bed.

"Thinking about MotoGP?" Max teases as he closes the door.

"He told me he wanted to do something else. I was really hoping it was like...open a cat cafe or maybe football-padel! But how did he take the one route that is more dangerous." Y/n groans then sighing. "I blame your genetics entirely."

"That's ok, I don't think we can blame yours." Max smiles sitting on the bed next to her and leaning over to kiss her before he sighs pushing her top up to expose the bump. "How is baby girl? Any name ideas?"

"You think I've had time to think about names when my first baby has just raised my blood pressure. No wonder he didn't want to tell me first..." Y/n groans while Max rubs over the tight skin of her bump. "Our kid is annoyingly intuitive for knowing when to not break news vs when to break it when it comes to me."

"At least he trusts you to help him get the courage to say it...I hate that he was so scared to tell me." Max mumbles earning y/n's attention but he speaks up again before she can utter a word. "I'm going to get the oil for your bump."

"Max, you know he just didn't want to lose the time he gets to spend with you because he knows you did karting-it's not because he's actually scared of you." Y/n states as Max grabs the oil for her and begins to gently pour it onto her skin then closing and tossing bottle. "Max..."

"I know, but...I thought I'd done a good enough job that he would be able to just come to me."

"Well you can't blame him for being a mummy's boy, I'm a pretty amazing mum and he always asks for my help before yours." Y/n smirks trying to light the mood which thankfully seems to work. "Matthew adores you, baby. All he wants it to keep making you proud of him."

"He always makes me proud. I'd be proud of him if all he dad was follow you around like a puppy...that's what I do when I can."

Y/n grins at him as he leans over kissing her then getting back to rubbing the oil into her bump.

"How are you feeling beside his new choice of future career?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Might need to start waiting for you to be around to help with the sheets. I think I almost had an asthma attack today." Y/n sighs shaking her head.

"If you'd wait. Then I'd do it for you."

"Well I'm not sorry for being impatient. I just like to do things that I like to do them." Y/n states making Max grumble a little while she grins at him. "Anyway, enough of that. I'm exhausted so finish rubbing that oil in and we can settle down and cuddle."

"Yes, boss." Max salutes with a grin.