Sweet Little Lies - Lando Norris X Reader

Sweet Little Lies - Lando Norris x reader

Lando Norris x albon!sister

Requested? Yes/No: Heyyy  I just wanted to, say that your stories are absolutely amazing and I really enjoy reading Them. It would be nice if you could write an Lando Norris x reader maybe Alex albons sister story I would really appreciate it. Best regards💕

Summary: Your brother Alex plans a trip away just before the Italian Grand Prix and invites a few drivers, including Lando Norris. 

Warnings: Fluff, cocky Lando, a smidge of angst, classic one-bed trope

Word Count: 5K

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Alex was beyond stressed and needed a break from the track and thankfully for him there was a two-week gap between now and the next race, a gap he wanted to make the most of. He’d asked around a few drivers including George Russell and Lando Norris all of which agreed to join him. He’d booked a large cabin for you all in Sweden, a nice place where you could all relax without the world bothering you.

You and Alex were joined at the hip so there was no question that you wouldn’t be joining him. The pair of you had a three and half year age gap, you being the youngest which made act like your security guard whenever the two of you were with one another. Alex was someone who didn’t like conflict and chose to avoid it wherever possible but that differed when it came to you. Alex may have seemed as if he’d never throw a punch but he did break your old bully’s nose, and he pushed the girl who stole your favourite book down the stairs, oh and not to mention the time he shoved Gasly into a door when he tried to take you on a date.  

You were currently sitting in the back of the car, Alex driving whilst Lily was by his side. Looking out the window all you could see was blankets of white covering every tree branch and every inch of ground as far as the eye could see. This place was beautiful, it was no wonder why Alex wanted everyone else to join you all. 

“Alex this place is stunning.” Lily smiled, looking over at him before glancing back at you with a smile. 

“See I told you I knew what I was doing, I didn’t need an assistant to plan anything,” Alex announced, referencing yours and his conversion from a few days prior where you knew he’d forget something when planning the entire trip. 

“Give it a few minutes and we’ll find something Alex missed.” You smiled back at the two of them as he parked the car. George, Lando, Carmen and a few other of your close friends trailed behind you guys in their own cars. Alex parked up before bracing himself for the icy air. He opened the door for Lily whilst you got out on your own before grabbing your bags and heading to the door. Lily had already opened it, waiting for the rest of you to join her.

“It’s even prettier in here…” Lily spoke as he held the door open for you and Alex who was attempting to carry her bags as well as his into the cabin. Your eyes fell onto the others who were now parked and climbing out of their cars. You locked eyes with Lando Norris, only for a second before you turned your back on him and walked inside. 

Norris was a cocky little shit. Without the eyes of Alex around, he was a flirt and always wanted to get you alone with him. Whenever he needed to get past you he’d always hold your hips and pull you closer to him before letting his eyes linger on you as he moved past you. If you ever went out with Alex after a race he’d always buy you a drink or two but always away from the eyes of your brother.

“Alex did well.” You smiled at your brother who’d now made his way inside the house with the remaining bags.

“I told you but you never believe me!” He whined yet his expression turned to a warm one when the rest of your friends made their way inside. He embraced George and Lando into hugs before welcoming the rest of your friends giving Lando the chance to talk to you. 

“You look cold.” He smirked down at you. 

“Well believe it or not it is snowing outside.” You gave him a curious glance. “I know you aren’t the smartest on the grid but I thought you’d know that.”

“Oh I’m aware, just thought you’d be smart and wrap up warm.”

“I have!” You gestured to your jumper. 

“And yet you still look cold.” He teased. “Don’t worry I bought plenty of hoodies.” 

“Hate to break it to you Lando but my brother might kill you if he catches me wearing a McLaren hoodie with your name and number on it.”

“You never know.” He shrugged. “You look better in McLaren colour than you do in Williams.”

“How would you know?”

“Oh, shit…” The sudden tone of Alex grabbed everyone’s attention including yours and Landos, ripping the pair of you away from your conversation. “You know you said I’d forget something?” He currently held the fridge door open as he looked back at you. “Forgot to buy food as I decided to book a self-catering cabin…” 

“Well that’s fine, we passed a shop when we came here it’s not a long drive,” Lando replied. “I don’t mind driving back out to get things.” He looked over at you before he spoke again. “If someone wants to join me that is.”  

Alex wasn’t paying much attention to the way Lando looked at you and made a suggestion before he really thought it through. “Take y/n with you, She knows what we all like and what we don’t.” He looked between you both as you gave Lando a side-eye. 

“That’s fine by me.” Lando took his keys out of his pocket. “Ready?” 

“Let me grab my coat.” You knew if you left the shopping to Lando the lot of you would be eating crackers and crisps for the entirety of your stay. Lando headed out of the door with you by his side, opening the car door he allowed you to climb in before taking his seat. “Do me a favour Norris,” You spoke as he started the car up. “Don’t kill us by driving like an idiot.” 

“I drive for a living.” He slowly pulled out of the cabin driveway. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“You drive like an idiot for a living.” You sent him a look as he picked up speed. 

“Yeah but I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“For now.” 

“Look if we crash Alex would kill us.”

“No, he’ll kill you.” You smirked over at him earning a smile from Lando. 

“You may have a point there.” 

The pair of you drove in silence to the shop you’d past a while ago. Snow had started to fall as you two grabbed the bags from the boot and headed inside to grab what you needed. Lando grabbed one of the carts and followed closely behind you. Leading him through the store you started to pile all the necessities inside. 

“Has Alex always been protective of you?” Lando suddenly asked, breaking the silence the two of you had caused. 

“He’s my older brother of course he is.” You turned back to look at him. “Why’d you ask?” 

Lando shrugged before he replied. “He just seemed more laid back in the cabin.”

“He’s just more relaxed now he’s here. He’s had a stressful few months hence the getaway.” You grabbed a loaf of bread and placed it in the cart. “When he’s with Lily he’s more relaxed, think that’s one of the reasons why Mum and Dad love her so much, same for me really. When Alex is with her he seems to forget I exist and actually lets me do normal things.” 

“You know you’re allowed to be your own person, right?”

“Tell that to Alex.” You sent him another look. “I like that he’s protective. It makes me feel safe, especially in the garages but sometimes I just want to do things without his constant worrying or his watching eyes.” 

“And have you told him that?” 

“No, would make him cry.” You turned back to look at Lando once again. “Since when did this turn into a therapy session?”

“It’s more of a conversation starter.” He replied. “You’re a nice girl y/n, why wouldn’t I want to start a conversation with you?” 

“Don’t let Alex hear you say that -”

“You think he scares me?”

“Clearly not as you find every waking second as an excuse to talk to me.”

“And yet you seem to reply every single time.” 

“My parents taught me manners, Lando.” 

“So did mine.” He smirked over at you. “Hence why I’m always nice to you.” 

“That isn’t true.” A small smile tugged on your lips at the memory. “Remember when you got on the podium and you decided I was the perfect target to be attacked with champagne?” 

“If I remember rightly you were laughing at the whole ordeal.” 

“Couldn’t kill you in front of the press, could I?” Lando’s smile grew as you met his gaze again. “If that’s what you do when you get on a podium I hate to think what you’d do if you actually won a race.” 

“Well that’s something you’ve got to wait for but I’m sure you’ll be here to see it. I swear you live on the track.” 

“Of course I do.” You gave him a confused gaze. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“You and Alex are clearly close” 

“He stood up for me when I needed him the most. Ever since I was born Alex was protective and wanted nothing but the best for me.” You and Lando started to head towards the tills. “I can’t thank him enough for that.” 

“That’s sweet.” He gave you a warm look. “It seems like all you do is be around him though, can never seem to get you alone -”

“And why the sudden interest?”

“Certainly not a sudden interest.” He fired back. “Think you’ve known for a while that I’ve got a soft spot for the little Albon.” 

“Little Albon?” You snapped your head around to look at him. “You aren’t exactly tall or old yourself.” Your brows arched as you spoke. 

“Oh, I know.” He smirked. 

“Alex would kill you if he heard you speaking like this you know.”

“I’m not scared of him.” 

“That’s what Gasly said and he still ended up in a door.” 

“All Gasly wants is a cheap fuck -”

“Are you calling me cheap Norris?” Your words made his eyes widen in regret. 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Lando would always try and start up conversations with you. He’d do his best to flirt, mainly by slating other drivers who clearly had an eye for you however much like right now he’d always happened to make a comment and land himself into hot water. That was one thing you did like about Lando, in a matter of seconds he’d go from acting incredibly cocky to begging for your forgiveness. 

“Calm down Norris, I know you didn’t mean it like that.” You winked before paying for the food and heading back to your cabin. 

The night went on and you could continually feel the gaze of Lando Norris on you. You didn’t mind it really, Lando was an attractive guy and anyone would be flattered having someone like him take an interest in them. Slowly everyone started to filter out of the front room and headed off to bed after the long journey. You too headed off to one of the spare rooms only to find your friend Ben making himself comfortable. 

“Ben?” You called out to the blonde boy. “Aren’t you sharing with Sharon? You know… your girlfriend?” 

“Sorry y/n but she kicked me out and there’s no way I can sleep on that sofa with my shitty back.” He replied. “I may have made a joke about not wanting to marry her and now she doesn’t want me in the same room as her.” 

“Fantastic.” You muttered, grabbing your bag before heading back to the front room knowing Lando would have taken the last room and you’d rather him not catch on that you were on your own. Besides if Alex caught you walking in there you and Lando would find yourselves sleeping in the snow. 

Throwing yourself onto the sofa you propped yourself up to fix your gaze on the TV hoping it would bore you enough that you could fall asleep and forget the cold air that grazed your skin. After some time you felt your eyelids growing heavy and the familiar feeling of sleep started to take over your body when a sudden shadow made your heart jump. Sitting up with a sudden shot of panic through your veins you were met with the wide eyes of Lando Norris. 

“Fucking hell Lando you scared the shit out of me!” You glared at the boy who stood shirtless before you with a smirk. “What are you even doing in here?”

“I just came in to grab a drink.” He shrugged, casually striding to sit on the sofa you were laying on. “Could ask the same about you…”

You huffed before replying. “Ben’s girlfriend kicked him out of their bed because he made a stupid comment so he took my room and as you can probably guess there are no rooms left.”

“So you thought you’d get frostbite and sleep in here?” 

“That was the plan…” 

“Idiot…” He spoke with a smirk as he stood up and moved to pick you up. The British boy carried you in his arms bridal style as he walked to his room. “Christ you are cold…” His large hands squeezed your thighs slightly. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered. “Alex will kill us if he sees us!” Lando kicked the door open before setting you down on the edge of his bed. He planted his hands beside your sides, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours, his beautiful eyes pouring into yours. 

“When are you going to stop worrying about what your brother thinks?” His voice was smooth as you felt his hot breath against your lips. “You need to start living your own life rather than spending it in his shadow -”

“I don’t spend my life in his shadow -”

“Yeah?” He raised his hand and moved your hair from your face before he tucked it behind your ear. “Then why are you so reluctant to spend time with me?” 

“Always the centre of attention Norris.” Your brows arched. 

Lando let out a small laugh before he spoke. “Someone’s got to be.” 

He straightened himself up, looking down at you with the smirk still bright on his face before he took a few steps back to turn the main light off, his face only lit via the small lamp light next to his bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his chest and torso. You could never lie to yourself that Lando wasn’t attractive, he was stunning. He picked up on your staring immediately, if it was even possible his smirk grew wider. “Enjoying the view?” He moved over to his bags which were only half unpacked, pulling out a hoodie for you, one with his name clearly printed on the front and back. 

“Not much else to look at.” You gave him a look as he handed you the hoodie. 

“Put it on, you’ll be warmer.” 

Your eyes narrowed at his proposition but as much as you wanted to refuse it you knew you couldn’t, it was freezing. Lando climbed into bed, watching you get dressed in his clothes. “Think you should stop staring Lando.” 

“It looks good on you.” You glanced in the mirror as he spoke. 

“It does.” You spun on your heel to face him again before walking towards his bed. Lando held his arms out, clearly wanting you to fall into them but you ignored him as you got in the opposite side. 

“You’ll be cold on your own.” Lando reached over to the lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

“I have your hoodie I’ll be fine.” 

“You know to actually stay warm we’re supposed to be naked and excanage body heat.”

“I’m not that desperate.” You pulled the duvet around your body as you spoke which earnt you a whine from Lando. 

“You’re hogging the duvet.” 

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are!” Lando suddenly pulled the duvet from you, the force making you suddenly fall back further into the bed and closer to the Brit. “See!”

You didn’t say anything as you tried to regain what you’d lost and settle down for the night. Your mind drifts off to what Alex would say if he found out whose bed you were sleeping in but Lando did have a point, you needed to stop thinking about what Alex would think or if he would disagree with your actions. You were your own person who deserved to do what she pleased. 

“What’s on your mind?” He broke the silence. You turned around meeting his eyes in the dark room, your action taking him by surprise for a second. 

“You’re right.” 

“About what?” He arched his brows at your words. 

“Alex.” Huffing you continued. “I do think of him every single time I do something, if he’ll approve or if it’ll affect him. I never put myself first.” 

“Then you should learn to.” His tone was soft. “You’ll enjoy life a lot more.”

“Who says I don’t enjoy it already?” 

He laughed, getting closer to you as he spoke. “I never said you didn’t enjoy it as it is, I’m just saying there’s a lot more you’ll be able to enjoy when you put yourself first. I’m not saying you disregard his feelings -”

“I get what you’re saying, Lando.” Smiling you shut your eyes, the wave of tiredness taking over you. “Thank you.” 

“See y/n,” He settled, following your actions. “I do have some sense.” 

“Shame you don’t use it.” 

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The next morning you opened your eyes to feel the strong grip of Lando around your waist. In the night the pair of you had managed to find your way into one another arms and clearly stayed like that throughout the night. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck and your right thigh was hooked over his waist. You tried to move slightly, hoping to leave before he woke up and realised what position the two of you were in but his grip on your waist suddenly tightened, not allowing you to leave. 

“Not trying to run away after I kept you warm all night, are you?” He looked down at you, his floppy brown hair laying in front of his eyes. 

Reaching your hand up you pushed your fingers through his hair before replying. “If anyone sees -”

Lando quickly pushed himself up and threw you down onto the bed underneath him. Propping himself up with his hands by the sides of your head he pouted. “What happened to the y/n I spoke to last night? The one that wanted to do things for herself?” 

“Lando they’ll kill you and ruin the trip if they catch us -”

“You think I’m afraid of what Alex has to say to me?”

“I’m his sister -”

“I know but I don’t care.” His head fell further towards yours. “I really don’t y/n… he can hate me for what I’m about to do but I know you won’t.” 

“What are you -” 

Lando cut you off by planting his lips onto yours, his body lowering onto yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupped your jaw as he nipped down on your bottom lip. For a second you hesitated but that didn’t make Lando back down, he knew you wanted this as much as he did. You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to you. The pair of you continued to deepen the act until you eventually pulled apart, gazing at one another with heavy breaths. The pair of you didn’t need to utter a word to know this had to be kept a secret, something Lando agreed with surprisingly.

Alex didn’t know, until now. 

“Be careful today.” You were sat in Lando’s driver's room, watching as he got ready for his race. 

Today was the Singapore Grand Prix and you’d managed to sneak off to see Lando, lying to Alex but thankfully Lily was around so hopefully, you’d get away with it. You and Lando had been dating for four months now and you knew you had to tell Alex soon. It was something you wanted to never think about when you were with Lando, never wanting your brother to tear the two of you apart. You’d tried to push that thought at the back of your mind as Lando spoke. 

“You know I will be.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your lips. He looked down at you as he pulled away, frowning at your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to tell him.” 

“We will… look Alex loves me.” Lando’s cocky smile spread onto his lips. “And he loves you so basically if you put that together he’ll love the idea of us being together.”

“Or he’ll hate it -”

“So negative y/n…” He leant down again, this time he kissed you for longer, his hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you closer to him. His knees kicked your legs apart so his body could touch yours. You moaned at his actions which just made Lando smirk into the kiss as he deepened it, never wanting the moment to end.

Whilst you and Lando were having your moment Alex was making a discovery whilst he got ready for the race. He and Lily were also in his driver’s room but not doing the same as you and Lando. 

“She’s been getting that drink for a while…” Alex trailed off, looking at Lily as he zipped up his suit. “Maybe I should get someone to go and find her -”

“She’s an adult Alex,” Lily replied. “She probably just ended up bumping into someone. She knows a lot of people here, maybe Max’s mum saw her, or maybe Daniel’s nephew, he’d always liked her -”

“She has a drink in her bag.” Alex huffed. “She always carries water.” He stalked over to your bag which was sitting beside his helmet. Snatching the small black backpack he unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of water and held it towards Lily. “See!”

“She might’ve not wanted water, just text her Alex -” Lily tried to reason with him. Lily and you adored one another and she knew how protective Alex could be. Throughout their relationship, she’d tried to get him to ease off his big brother duties, even for just a second but Alex never faltered. 

“I’m going to go find her, I’ve got time…” Alex slowly stopped his words as he opened your bag wider to throw the water inside. His eyes widened at the sight before him, setting the water down he reached his hand inside, his actions catching Lily’s attention. 

“What?” Her gaze narrowed as her boyfriend pulled out a small polaroid. He spun it around so she could see what he was looking at. The photo showed Lando kissing your cheek as you wore one of his hoodies, a small hickey making an appearance on your neck, something you’d clearly covered up when Alex was around. Lily watched as Alex set the bag aside and without a word he spun on his heel and headed outside to the McLaren driver's room, still holding the photo in his hand. “Alex -”

“Don’t Lily,” Alex spoke, not looking at her as he stormed off. 

“Alex please just think about what you’re doing -”

“That’s my sister!” He spun around to face her, holding the photo out. “And that’s my friend kissing her…” His face was full of hurt as he stepped away again. Lily knew she’d defend you but she also knew how Alex must have felt knowing his own sister lied to him. 

Your hand was now in Lando’s hair, the kiss deepening with every second when the door suddenly opened and an angry Alex stepped into the room. Lando quickly jumped back, snapping his head around to meet his friend’s eye. Lily was close behind him, her eyes meeting yours with a regrettable look, knowing what was about to happen. 

“Do you two want to explain or are you going to continue to lie?” Alex now shifted his gaze to look between the two of you rather than focusing just on Lando. 

“Alex, mate please calm down -” Lando spoke. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down! You’re my friend and you’ve been dating my sister behind my back!” 

“It’s not like we wanted to.” Your hand found Lando’s as you joined in. “I was scared how you’d react -”

“And you think I’d react better if you just lied to me?” 

“Mate don’t take it out on her. I was the one that made her lie, I was afraid to tell you, not her. y/n wanted to tell you after a month but I said no, I was scared. I hid everything from you.” Your eyes jumped to Lando as he spoke. His words weren’t true, it was the opposite. He was prepared to tell Alex but you were the one who’d been afraid to tell your brother. “I love her and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break you two apart but I can’t help my feelings.” 

Alex took a deep breath before looking at you. “Can we talk? Just you and me?” 

You nodded, squeezing Lando’s hand as a silent way to let him know that everything would be okay. He added the pressure back before he and Lily left the room. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” He called to you before shutting the door, leaving you and your brother alone. 

For a moment you were both silent. He threw the photo on the table you were still sitting on before running a hand through his hair. “When did it all start?”

“The day we went away at the beginning of the season. Ben took the last room and well… Lando didn’t want me to freeze on the sofa.” 

Alex nodded before asking another question. “So like four months now, right?”

“Yes…”

“And what Lando said was true?” 

You hesitated for a second on this question. Lando had lied to Alex about the reasons why the two of you had kept it quiet for so long and you knew if you told Alex that Lando had lied to him again then he’d never forgive you. “Yes…”

“And do you love him?”

“Of course I do Alex. At first, I thought he was a cocky little shit and he still is that but there’s more to him than that. He surprises me with gifts, he makes me feel safe, he plans all the dates we go on, he just makes me feel comfortable when we’re together and I love him, Alex. I can’t help who I fall for and I know you’d rather see me with anyone else but him -”

“I don’t hate him you know…” He cut you off. “I just wish it wasn’t him…” Alex made his way towards you as you jumped off the table. “Why didn’t you tell me y/n, we trust one another, don’t we?”

“Of course we do Alex. We’ve been close ever since we were kids but Lando was the one who was scared and I love him so I respected his wishes. I know you’d do the same for Lily.” 

He knew you were right, he would do the same for Lily and if you loved Lando like he loved Lily he knew he could warm up to the thought of you two being together, it would just take time. He also knew he could never stay mad at you for very long. Even that one time when you were kids and you accidentally set his favourite toy car on fire, he didn’t stay mad for long. Without uttering a word Alex pulled you into a hug, although this wouldn’t be over instantly he wanted to put your mind at ease. 

Alex stepped back, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. “Lando!” Alex called out. The brunette quickly opened the door, poking his head around the door before he shuffled inside. He awkwardly looked over to you and then back to Alex, hoping to see the two of you make up. Alex walked towards the door, his eyes fixed on Lando. “Now you know I’m not the type to cause any fights or conflict for that matter but if you happen to make my sister cry or just upset her in any way I’ll make sure McLaren replaces you next.” Shoving Lando slightly he left the room, leaving you and Lando alone. 

“Why did you lie?” You spoke to your boyfriend, knowing Alex would have left with Lily. 

“Why?” Lando asked as he strode towards you, a smile on his lips as his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Because I know how much Alex means to you and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break the two of you apart. I love you and if I have to lie to make sure you and Alex don’t argue then that’s what I’ll do, it’s what you do when you’re in love.” 

You leant up and took his lips into yours. Your hand were resting on his chest as you lightly tugged on his race suit, pulling you closer to him before pulling back to speak. “Thank you.” 

“Anything for you y/n, even if Alex hates me for a while…”

“I can live with that, he’ll get over it.” 

“He’s going to have to.” Lando mirrored the gleaming smile on your face as he kissed you again. 

It may have taken time for Alex to forgive the two of you for keeping your secret from him but seeing his sister happy, even if it was with Lando Norris, made it all worth it. 

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It would be nice if you could write an Lando Norris x reader maybe Alex albons sister story

I would really appreciate it

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Rivals with Benefits - Part 1 - Mick Schumacher x reader

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: This series will contain smut, sexual innuendos, Mick being cocky, swearing

Word Count: 5.6K

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It wasn’t hard to spot him in the crowd. His red racing suit and bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His smile glowed as bright as the stars as he held the trophy every driver longed to maintain, the Championship trophy. He had won this year, beating his old teammate to the title they both desperately wanted. 

Mick Schumacher was a world champion, but at what cost? 

Jealousy was plastered all over your face but it wasn’t always like this. You and Mick had driven alongside one another at Haas. Everything was perfect. The pair of you were close, so close to one another that fans and journalists speculated that the pair of you were dating but you both frequently denied that rumour. Technically you two weren’t together but there was something there.

One night you found yourself moaning his name as he fucked you and this wasn’t a one-time thing. A one-time thing turned into a two-time thing then a three-time thing and then it happened every night. That was until Mick suddenly called it off. He turned sour with you, sure he was still nice to you but he seemed to care less for what the two of you once had but that didn’t last. 

Mick joined Ferarri, leaving you at Haas. Since that day he acted like you didn’t exist, he wouldn’t even speak to you for the rest of the season but you couldn’t work out why. Mick just wanted to finish this season and run off to Ferarri so he’d never have to deal with you ever again, Haas wasn’t competitive enough to run for a World Championship so he wouldn’t have to worry about competition, that was until RedBull announced you’d be driving alongside Max Verstappen for them next season. 

You’d broken a promise you’d made Mick a long time ago and now, he never wanted to set eyes on you again. 

“He’s such a prick.” The familiar sound of your Dutch teammate grabbed your attention. Max’s eyes were fixed on Mick and Charles as the two embraced. 

“I thought you liked Mick?” Your eyes fell from Mick and onto Max. 

“I did until you became my teammate, got to hate everyone you hate, it’s in the contract.” He gave you a light smile as he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Max had always been there for you when you joined RedBull, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Mick and he vowed to keep it a secret. Max would often hold you close to him around Schumacher, just to get a reaction and needless to say Mick certainly gave him one. 

Both you and Max had a few DNF’s last season due to Mick but Max made sure to push him to the edge of the track at just the right time for him to hit a curb and go flying into a wall. Yes, it was stupid and extremely dangerous considering it was one of the most dangerous sports in the world; but Mick started it, right? 

“Forget about him, next season…” 

“He won’t get near that trophy next season.” You took one last bitter glance at the boy who turned his head to face you. His beautiful eyes met yours as you turned your back on him. 

That was last year, now Red Bull had a plan, everyone knew you and Max could challenge him for the title, the pair of you had finished second and third last season and Max was already a World Champion so it was possible, you just needed to try harder. The first race of the year was in Bahrain and all the press wanted to know was how you felt after last season. 

Ignoring every single one you headed off to the driver's briefing before qualifying, Max following close behind you. Upon entering you saw Mick with the brightest smile on his face, talking to Daniel about last season. The German's eyes fell on yours and his smile fell and turned into a rather cocky one. 

“Y/l/n…” His tone was a snarky one. You paid him no mind, trying to brush off the fact that every driver was looking towards you as you sat down with Max. “How are you?”

“As good as one can be after being cheated out of the Championship.” 

“You weren’t cheated out of the Championship.” He shifted on his seat to look at you. “Maybe if you learnt to stay on the track you might have scored a few points.”

“I -” Max didn’t let you finish.

“Maybe if your fat ass didn’t push everyone who even got near you off the track we might have finished.” 

“I thought you liked me Verstappen?” Mick arched his brow. 

“Not when I know the truth.”

“Oh?” Mick let out a laugh. “What pathetic lie did she make up about me this time?” 

“Gentlemen…” A loud voice snatched the attention away from you and Max. “And y/n…” Niels Wittich nodded your way, you gave him a small smile at the late acknowledgement as he sat down. “We called this meeting to discuss a few things…” 

“Ignore him.” A British accent flew through your ear. Turning in your seat you were met with two warming smiles, one from Lewis and the other from George. “He just wants to look big in front of everyone else, he wants them to be scared of him so they’ll leave him be on the track.” Lewis winked as he finished speaking. 

Sending a warm smile to the two Mercedes drivers you spoke. “Thank you.” 

Lewis gave you a nod whilst Max took a slight glance at who was behind you before glancing down at you, grabbing your attention. “What?” You whispered. 

“I hate your rivals so you need to hate mine.” 

“A rival for one season, Mick’s been mine for a while now.” 

“Still…” He pouted like a child as he looked at you but like children, you both couldn’t hold in laughter, even if you were in the middle of a meeting. 

“I’ll dislike him, how about that?” You smirked. 

“It’ll do for now.” He turned his attention back to the meeting. 

“I wanted to discuss a few incidents that took place last year, you all know how dangerous this sport can be therefore I want to let you all know that penalties for purposely reckless driving will be higher -”

“Does that also apply to the drivers who live off daddy’s money or just the ones who’ve had to work for it?” You cut Wittich off. “Because if I recall last season Schumacher was given a five-second penalty when he forced me off the track and when I fought him for the track a few races later I got a ten-second penalty, he didn’t leave the track but I did yet for some reason he got off lightly when he made me lose several places -”

“I can assure you Miss y/l/n we will be looking at incidents closely and no favouritism will be shown.”

“Is that you implying favouritism was shown last year?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sounded like it -”

“Let the man speak y/n.” Mick huffed, throwing his head back slightly but not enough where you could see his expression, not that you needed to. Anyone could tell he looked the spitting image of his father after that famous incident, he always did when he was annoyed. “Also my dad worked for his money.”

“You didn’t.” You hit back. “You just took him for all he had, the famous Schumacher name can’t buy talent, Mick.”

Mick turned on his chair to look at you, venom on his tongue as he spat his next words. “Talent? You want to talk about that? I’m a World Champion, you’re not.”

“You cheated -”

“Cheated? You couldn’t even finish half the time -”

“Because you wouldn’t let me, you’d push me off and cause an accident!”

“Oh come on y/n,” Mick’s devilish smile grew. “We both know I’ve made you finish.” 

His words made the other drivers smirk and a few let out a small giggle, that was mainly Lando and his childish ways. There were a few drivers who never found Mick’s cocky attitude to be amusing, those were Max, Lewis, George, Pierre and Yuki. Charles and Daniel were very much on the fence when it came to these things. Charles wanted to defend his teammate but also adored you. Daniel was the same, to an extent, he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves but never wanted to pick a side, he liked you both. Seb was the same, kind of anyway, you always knew he’d be there for Mick more than you but that never stopped him from pulling Mick aside and talking down to him. 

“I faked it every single time Schumacher.” You wouldn’t let him embarrass you further. If he wanted to tell your secret to the grid (you were sure they already knew anyway, you weren’t exactly silent throughout the whole ideal) then you’d play along with his game. 

“She doesn’t fake it with me.” A smug french accent filled the room. 

“Gentlemen please!” Wittich attempted to calm everyone and bring the focus back onto him, not really wanting to know what went on behind closed doors with the drivers. “And y/n…” He gave another light nod towards you. “Please keep that to yourselves. Does anyone else have any other queries?” 

Everyone stayed silent until Max spoke. “Is that what we were all called in here for?” He raised his brows in amusement. “Just to be told that we can’t drive around like idiots?”

“Yes…”

“Could it have not been sent in an email?” 

“Well yes…” “What a waste of time…”

“Verstappen I think it is key to remember you are one of the drivers I have in mind when talking about reckless driving.”

“This is Formula 1 not ballet.” 

You smiled at his reply, he had a point. You can’t expect people to take part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world and not expect some dangerous moves. Sure stupid ones that would purposely put someone in a coma needs to be pulled up but nine times out of ten it was always an accident unless it was you and Mick. 

“Are we done?” You spoke. 

“We are.” 

“Perfect.” Both you and Max spoke in unison and quickly headed out of the door, not wanting to be walking alongside Mick. 

Qualifying was set to take place in a few minutes and the only time you wanted to think of Mick was when you were holding that Championship trophy in front of him. Even if you had to play dirty, you’d get it this year. 

“How was the briefing?” Christian Horner, your boss approached you and Max as you made your way into the garages.

“Shit,” Max replied. “Schumacher is such a bitch man…” 

“Yeah well do your talking on the track.” Christian turned to you. “Especially you, we’re getting that title this year, either Max or you are going to win it, no one else.” 

“That’s the plan.” You gave him a light smile as you checked over your car. “Or we could just join with Mercedes and let Lewis win it, let him get his eighth and then just annoy Mick by reminding him his dad isn’t as good as Lewis Hamilton.” 

“Over my dead body are we doing that.”Christian gave a small smile to your idea. “Plan A is to get you your first title.” He turned to Max. “Plan B is to get him his third.”He looked back at you. “And if that all goes to shit then Plan C is to let anyone but Ferarri win it, so I’ll consider the Lewis plan.” 

Max frowned. “Why is y/n Plan A?” 

“Because you’ve already won two, you selfish git.” He laughed a small smile on Max’s face appeared. “Now get in that car, you two know the plan, get out ahead, keep it clean and always aim for the fastest lap. Remember you two are a team, work together and never against one another, be a team player when it’s needed but remember you two are both capable of getting that title.” 

Putting your helmet on you couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on you. Your sight fell onto Mick. His eyes scanned your body before he met your gaze, a smirk was plastered on his face. He winked as he put his helmet on and turned to his mechanics. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to your own car. Your mind was always focused on beating Mick to a title, that was the dream. Your eyes darted over to the Ferrari garage before you looked back to your car. 

Why go for one world title when you could go for eight? 

You and Max were the first ones to get out on track, immediately setting the fastest sectors but it wasn’t long before Ferarri made their moves. Charles was holding the fastest lap time and was standing in P1, Max was P2, Mick was P3 and you were just holding on to P4. You were going into Q3, one last chance to get on pole. 

This time you waited, you watched as Mick and Charles started their laps and that’s where you noticed your mistake. You were still young, a couple of years behind Mick and mistakes would often happen but learning from them could be rather easy, even if you were learning from your rival. It was something Lewis had taught you, watch everyone in front of you, mimic their ways of driving but make it better. You watched as Mick cut the third corner rather tight, making him faster. It was a corner which you took a little wide, losing a valuable second. That and hearing Max yell ‘just put your foot down!’ was more than enough. 

You got back out on the track, your mind thinking logically but also not caring if you went through those corners a lot faster than advised and after just one lap you were up into P1 and Max was in P2, pushing Mick down to P3. You just needed to keep it up and not just for today. 

The session ended with both Red Bulls carrying P1 and P2 and Mick down in P3. The team cheered as the two of you drove back into the garages, trying their best to fight off the media to congratulate you first. Climbing out of the car, you raised your fist to the crowd, smiling as they all cheered yours and Max’s names. Max climbed out alongside you, pulling you into a hug. 

“That was fucking brilliant.” He laughed. “Keep that up tomorrow and you’ll lap Schumacher.” 

“We can only hope.” You smiled as you and he made your way to the team, falling into their arms as they showered the pair of you with praise.

“Well done mate.” Christian smiled as he hugged you. “Brilliant driving today.” You removed your helmet, fixing your hair as you smiled back at him. 

“Thank you.” Taking a deep breath your eyes fell on the glow of the crowd holding banners and flags as they looked down on you. Although Red Bull wasn’t the most loved team in the world you were certainly loved. There was something about being an underdog and working for your opportunity that people loved, even if you drove for one of the most hated teams and you had a rivalry with the golden boy of formula 1 who happened to drive for the most popular team in the world. 

“Mick!” An interviewer grabbed your attention, you watched as he pulled Mick aside. The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on you for a split second before jumping back to the man in front of him. “You were very unlucky out there today, it seemed as if Ferarri were going to have a one, two today…”

“Yeah it looked hopeful but the Red Bulls are fast, we’ve always known that. They have two very talented drivers so we always knew it would be a challenge but they were clearly the better ones today.” 

You hated this about Mick. He would always act so nice in front of the media, sure he’d throw a few digs your way occasionally when things got heated but he always acted like the perfect person in front of interviewers, clearly, media training had paid off for him. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to take it back tomorrow?” 

“It’ll be a challenge but I think so. We’re in a good position, it could be worse,” He laughed at his own words. “But we certainly have the car to do so and the drivers so it’ll come down to strategy and who can stay calm under the pressure.” 

“Hopefully they’ll fuck up their strategy like they normally do,” Max whispered in your ear, making you laugh. Ferrari was known for many things and their shit strategies were one of them.

“Thank you, Mick.” Mick nodded as he handed the microphone to Max, joining your side. 

“Nice driving today, something sparked up in Q3.” He spoke, looking straight ahead to not draw attention to the two of you. 

“Well Max P2 for you, both Red Bulls starting ahead tomorrow, what did you make of it?” You ignored Mick, focusing on the interview before you. 

“Yes things went very well, very happy for y/n, she did so well today and deserves to be in the front for tomorrow.” You smiled at Max as he spoke, earning an eye roll from Mick. “We’re in a good position, hopefully, we can finish like this tomorrow.”

“Would be a perfect start to the season!”

“Yes definitely, the winning year for one of us hopefully.” 

“Do you plan to go for your third this year?”

“Only if she can’t get her first,” Max replied. You never understood why the man got so much hate from fans, he was as sweet as anything. 

“God he’ll make me be sick if he continues,” Mick complained, he looked down at you before speaking again. “Are you really fucking Gasly?” 

“Still upset?” 

“Just curious.”

“None of your business.” Your blunt tone was enough to suggest he stop talking but he didn’t take the hint. 

“No you’re right, it’s none of my business what man touches what’s mine -”

“Fuck off Schumacher I’m not ‘yours’ you were the one who called off our little affair.” 

“I’m aware y/n but I know one thing that Gasly doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?”

“How to make you feel good, he won’t ever make you feel like I do.” 

“Christ I thought Gasly’s ego was big yet here you stand proving the world wrong yet again.” 

“I’m gonna do the same this year.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Win as many titles as my Dad.” 

“That’s sweet.” You faked a smile. “You want to win seven?”

“That’s how many my Dad has won…”

“That’s cute…” You glanced up at him as Max finished his interview. 

“How many do you plan on winning? If you can even get to one?” 

“The first one will come at the end of this year Schumacher but if you must know I plan to win eight, beating you once won’t ever be enough.” You walked off to the interviewer who brightly smiled your way as Max joined Mick.

“Is she really sleeping with Gasly?” He quickly asked Max. 

“Ask her that, not me.”

“I did.” Max scoffed at his reply, a smile and laugh escaping his lips as he did so. 

“She lives in that head of yours more than you like to think.” 

“Y/n!” Max focused on the interview, making sure to jump in if he was needed. “Congratulations for today!”

“Thank you!” Smiling back you felt the glare of Mick and the soft protective eyes of Max. 

“Think you can do it this year?” Laughing softly at his reply you answered. 

“I hope so, I have an incredible team behind me and an even better teammate, I got far last year because of him and them so hopefully we can push that little bit more and secure the title.”

“Max clearly looks out for you a lot, is that something you feel you didn’t get from your past teams and has it helped?” You knew he was referring to Mick and Haas. Everyone was incredible at Haas, Mick included but when he started to throw you aside your times got worse it was only Red Bull who saw potential and put it to good use and it evidently paid off. 

“I had an incredible team at Haas, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them, so I certainly didn't lack anything there.”

“What about a teammate?” 

You didn’t hesitate, even a small utter of silence would be enough to start a media frenzy. “Mick was fantastic like I said I wouldn’t be here without him.” You gave a thin smile, hoping he’d go back to questions as both Max’s and Mick’s gazes burned your skin. 

“It’s nice to see you both speak so highly of one another after last year.” 

The year Mick cheated you out of the title. 

You let out a low laugh, not wanting to reply to his words. 

“Good luck tomorrow y/n.” He finished. 

“Thank you.” Handing the mic back to him you gave Max a silent request to follow you. The pair of you left Mick and headed back to the garages for a quick debrief before going back to the hotel. 

Max picked up on your deadpanned expression, knowing you wanted just to tell everyone to stop asking about Mick but it if you did it would just come with repercussions, Max knew that well. “They want a reaction -” He broke the silence. 

“They’ll get one if they keep going.” 

“Take it from someone who’s been in your position, don’t give them one.” 

“Is that you telling me you regret threatening a group of journalists?”

“Not really, more think of your PR assistant.” He smiled. “She works hard as it is so don’t make her job any harder.”

“Can’t make any promises Verstappen.” 

—

“What team do you think we’ll both be driving for in the future?” Your sweet voice filled Mick’s hotel room. You laid on his chest as he played with your y/h/c hair. 

“You don’t think we’ll both stay at Haas?” 

“Oh come on Mick we both know we can’t challenge for the title in Haas.” 

He smiled down at you, taking in every inch of your soft skin. “I can see us both in red.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped yourself up on his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You think so?”

“Both of us for Ferarri would be a dream.” He moved your hair out of your face as he smiled brightly. “Promise me?”

“Promise you what?”

“No matter what we’ll stick together and drive for Ferarri together.” His eyes stared deep into yours, longing for an answer. “Promise me?”

You pecked his cheek. “I promise you, we’ll both drive for Ferarri and we’ll win a title one day.” Mick leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips, deepening the kiss before rolling you over on your back so he could be on top. 

Your mind often wandered back to these memories, Mick’s did too but you both looked back on that one with spite. Mick felt betrayed you never came to Fearri with him but you felt pride for getting some common sense. 

—

The cool night air filled your senses. It was the first race of the season, your first chance to show Mick that you weren’t giving up after last year. The formation lap was about to start, Max was just behind you in P2 and you knew he’d hold Mick back as best he could for you. Max had as much determination to win it as you did but he wanted nothing more than to see Mick Schumacher lose out like you did last year. 

“Don’t look so nervous.” A sudden voice grabbed your attention. You spun around to the garage entrance to see Mick standing before you. “You’ve done this a million and one times -”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your tone was sour. 

“Technically I’m not in the garage.” He pointed to the line on the floor which indicated where the garage started. “I’m just outside of it.”

“You know the formation lap is about to start.”

“I’m aware y/n,” Mick smirked. “Then again you do start ahead of me so you should be getting out there…” His smirk grew even wider. “Can’t say you’ll finish in front of me.”

“I did several times last year.”

“Not enough to become Champion though.”

“You cheated.”

“Cheated? No love I won that fair and square.”

“You knew the only way to beat me was to force me off the track but this year that isn’t going to happen.” You took a deep breath. “And don’t call me that.”

“You seemed to like it when I was between your legs -”

“Go fuck yourself, Schumacher.”

“Why would I when you do that for me?” He let out a cocky laugh as he turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage. You knew he was only doing it to get a reaction, hoping it would set you off before the race but you wouldn’t let it get to you. Without glancing back at him you threw on your helmet and climbed into your car. He wasn’t going to win again. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go!” 

You didn’t hesitate, setting off the moment the lights gave their signal. You got off to a good start but so did Mick. He and Max were already battling for P2 which just gave you time to break away from them both. Red Bull was fast on the straights but Ferarri was just as quick if they timed things right. 

You had managed to stay out for a solid twenty laps before you were called back to the garages for a tyre change. You trusted your team more than anyone else in the world, they’d taken Max and Sebastian to greatness multiple times and you knew they’d do the same for you. Once you’d had your pit stop Mick was in front of you. He would put up a fight but it was nothing you weren’t already used to. 

Catching up with Mick you sped up down the straights, keeping your eyes on Max who was behind you but also focusing on the man before you. You knew Mick would cut the corner a little too soon, forcing you to stay behind him but if you got close enough to him before the corner he wouldn’t be able to force you off without receiving a heavy penalty. 

The pair of you had battled one another for the rest of the race and now with three laps to go you grew frustrated. “This fucking dick…” Yelling down the radio you kept going. Max had always played a little dirty when it came to these things and maybe it was time you took a leaf out of his book. Without thinking much of it you sped up down the straights, getting closer to Mick to push him closer to the edge. Your quick move made him slow slightly, not wanting to head off the track which gave you enough room to overtake him. 

The Red Bull garage cheered at your move, putting you into P1, ahead of Mick. Max was also doing his best to catch up in the final laps and push Mick back down into P3 where he started the race but it was no use. The only good thing about those two going for one another was that Mick wasn’t paying too much attention to you, allowing you to pull away from the two of them. 

“She’s won it in Bahrain! y/n y/l/n has won the first race of the season!” You were hailed over the commentary as you crossed the finish line. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You beamed down your radio. “Wow… thank you guys so much, one race down many more to go!” 

“Fantastic driving today y/n, really well done.” Christian praised. 

“Thank you man, where did Max finish?”

“He finished P3, not the result we wanted for him but it was a solid drive.” 

Your heart sunk for Max. You wished you and him could have shared a P1 and P2 with him but Mick had another idea. You couldn’t dwell on it now, you had a trophy to collect. Driving into the garages you stopped before the sign displaying you had won before getting out of the car. You ran over to your team, jumping in their arms as they showered you with attention. 

You turned to greet Max who pulled you in for a hug. “You fucking beat him!”

“For now!” You laughed back, taking your helmet off. 

“You know for a minute I didn’t think you would.”

“Had to play dirty like Verstappen to win.” You winked at him as the pair of you turned away to get weighed. “Shame you couldn’t get past him.”

“Little shit didn’t want to give in that easily after you beat him.”

“He better get used to it, he’s not winning it again this year.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

—

After the ceremony and your national anthem being proudly sung throughout the stands, you and a few other drivers decided to head to a nearby club for celebration drinks. Mick would occasionally attend the drinks but that was only ever if he won so he wasn’t here tonight but you didn’t care. 

Your mind was intoxicated by the sound of the music blasting through the club and the feeling of Pierre Gasly’s touch on your waist as you danced alongside him. When Pierre was all over you like this you wished Mick was here to watch. Mick might have been able to lie to you about his feelings but his actions said otherwise. 

His jaw would clench every time Gasly and you were mentioned. You could evidently overhear what he was asking Max when you were being interviewed. It was no secret that Mick Schumacher was jealous of other men around you but one thing you struggled to work out was why. He was the one who called off your late-night sex sessions not you so he really had no right to be jealous, did he? 

 The night drew on and so did your tiredness. Max offered to walk you back but you politely declined, you could handle yourself just fine and besides, Daniel had just ordered shots for them both so you told the Dutchman you’d see him in the morning and headed back to the hotel. 

The plan was to just go to your room and sleep off the celebrations but it seemed as if the universe had other plans. As you got into the lift you were joined by someone else, none other than Mick Schumacher.

“Could you not have waited for the next lift?” You narrowed your gaze at him, your nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol that left him. 

“There was a time when you begged me to join you in every quiet moment we got.” 

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” You snapped, looking up at him. “Every single time I see you, you have to make a comment.”

“First time you’re complaining y/n.”

“That’s not true.”

“Why do you complain?” He arched his brows, his eyes scanning over your outfit. “Scared it’ll bring back memories?” 

You laughed at his comment, meeting his gaze as you answered. “Scared? Someone should hold up a mirror for you to see your reaction when anyone mentions Gasly.”

“Why would I care for him?”

“You don’t care for him Mick but you care for how he makes me feel.”

Mick swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he turned his body to face you. Stalking closer so your back hit the side of the lift, Mick looked down at you, his cocky grin growing with every breath. “He won’t ever make your legs shake like I did, god what I would do just to hear my name fall from those pretty lips of yours again…” He moved your hair from your face, his fingers grazing across your cheek whilst the other hand lingered on your dress. 

“You called it off, not me.”

“I know, maybe I regret it.” His eyes met yours. 

“Why now?”

“When I won…” His lips replaced his hand, trailing down your cheek as the other tilted your chin up. “I felt like something was missing… I wanted you that night too…”

“Maybe you could have had both if you didn’t cheat.” Mick grabbed your throat at your words, pushing himself into your body. 

“Such a sore loser y/n…”

“I’m not doing this with you again Mick…”

“Once more, for old time's sake.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “And then you can run off to Gasly all you like and we’ll see if you come back…”

“You called this all off.”

“I know.” His lips now hovered above yours. “Once more won’t hurt, will it?”

Were you really going to fall back into his arms so soon?

Hey 😊

One with Neymar where you've been together for a long time, but his family doesn't like you since you're not from Brazil and you know how much he loves his family, so you think he's going to leave you. It's at a family dinner and his sister, whom he loves very much, starts saying that he should get with her friend instead and seeing you so uncomfortable finally makes him snap. Also, if reader has a very good relationship with Davi Lucca since she has been in his life since he was a toddler.

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Tissues - Neymar Jr x reader

Neymar Jr x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 1.8K

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Arguably one of the worst things anyone could wake up to was a sore throat and a pounding headache. You noticed everyone around you was slowly starting to fall ill, especially with the weather turning as cold as it was in Paris but you’d hoped you’d been lucky enough to avoid the sickness, clearly you were wrong. You woke up without Neymar by your side, he normally woke up earlier and had a quick session at the gym before you woke up, that way he got to spend more of the day with you rather than running off to work out when the pair of you were midway through something. 

Groaning you reached over to pick up your glass of water which was currently sitting on your bedside table. A shiver shot down your spine as the liquid stabbed your throat. Setting it aside you threw yourself down onto the covers, your hands covering your face as the morning sun hurt your eyes. Everything was silent until the front door clicked open. 

“y/n?” Neymar called your name. “Are you up yet?” He asked as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom open, his hopeful expression dying when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” He hurried over to you but you ushered him away. 

“I’m ill so don’t get too close, otherwise you’ll end up with it and Kylian will kill me.” 

“You think I care for what he has to say?” The Brazilian gave you a look as he moved to the window, opening it ever so slightly enough to give the room some airflow but not enough to make you worse than you already were. He placed his hand on your forehead, a sympathetic look on his face when he noticed how hot you were. “Oh, baby…” Pulling back he grabbed your glass before speaking. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”

“You think I can move?” 

“Even when facing death you still have a way with words.” He mocked before heading to your kitchen. He grabbed some light snacks that he knew wouldn’t make you feel even worse than you did, a soothing tea, more water and plenty of medication. 

Briskly, walking into the room with a light smile, placed everything down on the bedside table for you. “You need to sit up.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up gently so you could rest against the headboard. 

“Ney please don’t -”

“Don’t what?” His brows furrowed. “Look after my girlfriend when she’s ill? You do the same for me when I’m ill or injured…” 

“That’s differnt…”

“How is it?” 

“I don’t have to play football weekly in front of millions.” 

“Well if I get sick they can survive without me.” He grabbed the medication from the side before facing you again. “This will help with the headache and any pain.” He handed you the pill and water, watching as you tensed your body up at the shooting pain in your throat as you swallowed the liquid. “And this…” He handed you a spray bottle. “Will numb the throat pain, I can grab more things if you need them.”

“Thank you but I’ll live, it’s just a shitty cold.” 

“They’re the worst though.” He gave you a light smile. “Make sure you keep drinking, I read that the more water you drink, the quicker the virus leaves your body.” 

“I’ll try.” Giving him a faint smile you watched as he picked up the tv remote before handing it to you. He climbed onto the bed, laying on top of the duvet. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Watching TV with you?”

“But I’m ill.” 

“I worked that one out a while ago.” He teased. 

“Please Ney, you’ll get ill…”

“And? Won’t be that bad.” 

You had no strength to argue with him, as much as you wanted to tell him that he needed to leave you to die alone in the bedroom you knew he’d never get up and just go so you accepted your fate and he accepted his. 

The pair of you spent the day watching shitty movies and talking about the weirdest topics anyone could think of. It was the side you wished the world saw more of when it came to him. He was beyond kind and always looked out for others, even if it didn’t benefit him. Deep down he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met but it was a shame the world never saw him like that. 

That night he came into your bedroom holding two bowls, both filled to the brim with soup. “I made it myself.” He smiled like a child on Christmas. “Not sure how good it’ll be but I did try.” You reached your hand out to cup his jaw, moving your thumb along his beard with a smile. 

“Thank you.” 

He leant over again, kissing your forehead lightly as he set the tray on the bed, making sure he didn’t spill anything. “Anything for you love.” He handed you a bowl but stopped you before you could even think to take a sip. “Take this, it’ll kick in when you sleep, hopefully then you’ll make it through the night without any disturbances. That’ll make you better faster.” He handed you the pill before tilting your chin up so you could swallow the rest with water. “Good girl.” He winked, earning himself an eye roll from you as he set the water aside.  He grabbed his own bowl, this time crawling under the covers of your bed. 

“Ney you’re going to get sick.” 

“How many times have I told you that I don’t care?”

“Well, I do.” 

“I know and for that I am thankful but when we sleep together and share a house together it is rather hard not to catch one another’s illnesses.” 

“It can be avoided if you just left me in here…”

“And let your rotten corpse make the house smell? No thanks, I’d rather die with you.” 

A small jolt of laughter fell from your lings, nearly taking your breath away with how sore you really were from the illness. “Thank you.” You looked up at him, inching closer to him.

“You never need to thank me.” The two of you spent the evening waffling about anything you could think to talk about, in parts you almost forgot you were ill and then the pain in your throat stabbed you slightly just as a reminder to yourself that you were in fact ill and no amount of laughter would change that. 

“Ney?”

“Hmm?”

“What does the kitchen look like after you’ve been cooking in it?”

“Want me to be honest?” He asked as he started to eat. 

“Obviously.” 

“Looks like a bomb just went off.” 

“Brilliant…” 

—

“Okay so fuck, marry, kill but… it’s only the guys in the team.” You smiled up at him as you spoke, and the two of you decided to spark up a fuck, marry or kill debate whilst watching an episode of modern family. “Kyillan, Messi or Marqunihos…” 

“Fuck… um…” He thought long and hard about his answer, anyone would think he was taking an exam to decide his future. “Okay… marry Messi… fuck Marqunihos… and kill Kyllian.” 

“Killing off Kyllian with no mercy.” You laughed at the man who was now quickly rethinking his answers. “You know you can’t change your answer when you’ve said it.” You spoke, noticing the change in expression. 

“I know, I know… just thinking about what Kyllian would say if he heard me say that.”

“If it makes you feel better there’s definitely been moments where he’s thought that about you before.” 

He shook his head, a laugh falling from his lips. “You know what I think you might be right…. On more than one occasion I’m willing to bet.” As his laughter subsided, he turned his head away, coughing into his shoulder before facing you again. 

“You okay?”

“Me? Yeah… I’m fine, just got something stuck in my throat.” He flashed you a smile, a sign he was definitely lying when it came to things like this. 

“I think you’re lying…”

“Calling your boyfriend a liar huh?” He mocked before placing another kiss on your head. Neymar glanced at his phone, quickly noticing the time. “We better get some rest, you need the rest. With little rest you won’t recover fast.” His hand snaked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He lowered himself down, kissing your lips lightly, almost scared that if he added force he’d hurt you. He wished he could have longed the kiss out, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself for that night but he couldn’t and the truth was he could feel himself start to show symptoms of your illness.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too… thank you for all of this.”

“I don’t know why you thank me.” He pulled the duvet over the two of you, sinking into the pillows like they were clouds. “In sickness and in health remember?”

“We aren’t married.”

“Yet.” You didn’t need the light on to know he flashed you a grin.

His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his chest. His hand traced your face and lightly made its way to your hair, knowing the feeling immediately relaxed you. 

“Ney…”

“Don’t you dare say that I’m going to get ill because I don’t care.” 

Giggling into his chest you nodded against his skin. “Fine… you win.” 

“I always do love.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead as the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, both relaxed in one another arms, now finally not caring if one was sick. 

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of horrific coughing, it honestly sounded like your boyfriend had managed to choke himself in his sleep. 

“Ney?” 

“Hmm?” He called from the bathroom, suddenly emerging in the doorway his eyes were bloodshot and pools of sweat started to form on his forehead. “Oh, baby…” You gave him a sorry look as you took in his wrecked state. 

“You know…” He plodded back to bed. “You may have had a point about not getting to close when you’re sick, I feel like shit.” 

“I did tell you -”

“I know, I know!” He landed on the bed, rolling on his back so he could rest his head on your chest. “I say we just make the most of it and cuddle all day.” He looked up with hopeful eyes. 

“Well, I can take care of you.”

“You gonna rival my soup?” A smirk played on his lips.

“Rival it? Your soup is going to taste like dishwater compared to mine.”