I lost motivation to fics and that is why I disappeared. Youâll be getting 2 maybe 3 fics a month for me to slowly get back into writing and doing something that I love â€ïž
Summary-Â Y/n Hughes makes Oscar and Lando do the ghost trend for Instagram. Mix of written and Instagram postsÂ
(not my photos, I got them from pinterest)Â
Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris
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You were sitting in Landos' driver's room scrolling on your business phone when you kept seeing the ghost trend pop up on your TikTok FYP, and that's when the idea hit you. You grabbed your personal phone and texted the group chatÂ
Oscars response made you laugh, but you knew that both of them would show up, you got another coms girl to go out and grab you bedsheets and sunglasses. Once you got what you needed, you made your way to the paddock. With a little skip in your step, you saw both of your papaya boys sitting there on their phonesÂ
"Okay, boys, put these on", you said, a little too excited when you gave them their bedsheets and sunglasses "Mate, I canât see a thing," Oscar complained, sounding muffled from under the fabric."Thatâs the point," you said, voice full of amusement as you adjusted the eye holes for him. "Youâre ghosts, not models." Lando, of course, had already posed dramatically, draping the sheet like he was doing a Vogue cover shoot.
"Who wants to go first?" You asked, grabbing the first prop, which was an F1 steering wheel "Sure", Lando said, not overly excited. You gave him the wheel, telling him how to hold it. Once you had him in the right spot, you snapped a few photosÂ
You led Lando and Oscar to the meeting room; you had a little ghost train going on. You were holding Lando's hand while Lando held Oscar's. The McLaren team were laughing at the boys, which they didn't mind; they were having a good time too.Â
Zak Brown was helping you with the text photo. You sat Lando and Oscar on either side of him in front of a laptop to make it look like they were going over strategies. Lando leaned in seriously, nodding through the fabric. Oscar pointed dramatically at the screen.
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@.McLaren we take F1 seriously here at McLaren
@.Landonorris said he was 'in touch with the car.' We didnât know he meant like⊠this.
@.oscarpiastri and @.Landonorris Even as ghosts they still have debriefs.
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@.georgerussell63Â FIA investigating for supernatural pace đ»
@.user1Â this is peak McLaren chaos and I love it
@.user5Â Â Y/n is singlehandedly carrying the social media game
@.user Landoâs ghost gives "help me," Oscarâs gives "I quit."
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Now it was onto the next location, which was to take a photo of Lando and Oscar in a car and not a F1 car just a normal car. You have Lando in the drivers seat and Oscar in the passenger seat. You instructed them to look like they were on some eerie road trip. Lando kept trying to pose like a model, and Oscar kept dramatically leaning out the window. You laughed so hard you almost dropped the camera. Â
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@.McLaren Ghosts on a road tripâŠdonât forget your snacks đ»đ«
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@.user imagine seeing this drive past you at night đđ
â@.y/n_hughes I think I would speed awayÂ
@.user90Â whoever runs this account (hi Y/n) deserves a raise asap
â @.McLaren I'll let Zak Brown know xÂ
@.f1tea FIA reviewing for paranormal overtakes đ
You and Lando had made it back home and back in bed, "thank you for being a good ghost model babe,", you said, yawning. Lando rolled over, draping an arm over you, still in his mischievous, exhausted way. "I think I scared more people than the trend itself," he joked, kissing the top of your head. You grinned, holding up your phone. "Wait until the world sees these. You two are iconic."
Lando snorted. "Iconic ghosts, then?" "Exactly," you said, pulling the blankets over both of you. "Haunted, hilarious, and completely unstoppable."
You leaned into him, thumbs flying as you finalized your Instagram story, sending the paddock chaos out into the world
summary-Â where Jack takes y/n trick or treating for the first time and takes her to the rink and all the guy give her candyÂ
I'm aware that Halloween was like 3 weeks ago so sorry for the late post xÂ
the reader is 3
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 The streets were glowing in shades of orange and purple, pumpkins smiling from porches, and kids darting from house to house with overflowing candy buckets.
Jack held his three-year-old daughterâs tiny hand as they walked down the sidewalk, her little sneakers scuffing against the pavement. Y/nâs other hand clutched a small plastic pumpkin bucket, though it was still mostly empty. She was bundled up in her costume, a tiny, pint-sized hockey uniform complete with a Vancouver Canucks jersey that said Hughes across the back.
Number 43. Just like her Uncle Quinn.
Jack couldnât help the grin tugging at his mouth every time he looked down at her. "You sure you donât want to be a princess, bug?" he teased lightly as they approached another house lit with spider web lights.
Y/n shook her head with determination, her dark curls bouncing from beneath the small blue helmet she insisted on wearing. âIâm Quinn,â she said firmly, her toddler lisp wrapping around the words. âUncle Quinny plays hockey!â
Jack chuckled, heart softening. âYouâre right, he does. And you make a pretty good mini version.â He squatted down beside her as they reached the walkway of another house. âOkay, you remember what to say when they open the door?â
Y/n hesitated, fidgeting with her pumpkin bucket. â'Trick or tweet?'â she whispered, glancing up at him with those big brown eyes that always melted him completely. âThatâs my girl,â Jack said, ruffling her curls. âAlright, go get âem.â
But as the door creaked open and a group of rowdy kids shouted âTrick or treat!â around her, Y/n froze. Her little hand tightened around Jackâs finger, and she pressed herself against his leg, peeking out from behind his jeans. The man at the door laughed softly and dropped a few candies into her bucket anyway.
Jackâs heart twisted. He knew she was shy, painfully so sometimes, but heâd thought maybe the excitement of her first Halloween would get her to come out of her shell. After a few more houses with the same result, her clinging to his leg, eyes wide and silent, Jack crouched beside her again on the sidewalk. The neighborhood was alive with giggles and rustling candy wrappers, but Y/n just looked overwhelmed.
âHey, bug,â he said gently, brushing her cheek with his thumb. âYou doing okay?â She bit her lip and shook her head. âToo many peoples,â she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. âItâs loud.â Jack sighed softly, looking around at the chaos, the flashing Halloween decorations, the screaming kids, the barking dogs. It was a lot, especially for someone so small.
He crouched down fully and tapped her nose. âHow about we do Halloween our way?â Her brows furrowed. âOur way?â âYeah,â Jack said, his grin returning. âSomewhere quieter. Somewhere with the best candy in the world.â
Her eyes widened. âWhere?â
He winked. âYouâll see.â
Twenty minutes later, Y/n was sitting on the playersâ bench at the Devilsâ practice rink, her little legs swinging back and forth. The building was mostly dark except for the rink lights, which glowed white and clean against the fresh ice. Jack had texted the guys in the team group chat, and as soon as word got out that Mini Quinn was on her way, half of them decided to stick around.
âOkay, little Q,â Jack said, helping her down from the bench. âYou ready to trick or treat here?â She tilted her head, clearly unsure what he meant, until the locker room doors burst open and a group of Devils players came shuffling out, still half in their practice gear, each holding a handful of candy.
âTrick or treat!â they all shouted, their voices echoing off the empty arena walls.
Y/nâs jaw dropped.
Dougie Hamilton was the first to approach, kneeling down to her level. âHey, whoa,â he said with mock seriousness. âYou look just like Quinn Hughes. Wait, did we trade for him and nobody told me?â
Y/n giggled shyly, her fingers tightening on her pumpkin bucket. âIâm Quinny!â she declared proudly, puffing out her chest. Jack snorted from behind her. âGuess youâve got a new defenseman, Dougie.â
âPerfect,â Dougie said, dropping a pile of mini chocolate bars into her bucket. âBest rookie Iâve seen all season.â Next up was Nico Hischier, who smiled softly at her and handed her a candy bar. âYou know,â he said, âyou skate better than your dad already.â
Y/nâs eyes went wide. âI do?â Jack rolled his eyes, laughing. âDonât encourage her, man.â
But the guys did. They all did.
Each player that came by made her laugh a little harder, talk a little more. Timo Meier offered her gummy bears. Jesper Bratt challenged her to a race down the hallway. Even the equipment manager handed her a handful of lollipops âfor being the cutest hockey player in the building.â
Before long, Y/nâs earlier shyness had melted completely. She was running from player to player, her tiny skates clattering on the rubber floor as she held out her pumpkin bucket with both hands. âTrick or tweet!â she chirped proudly each time.
Jack leaned against the boards, watching her with a grin that just wouldnât fade. There was something about seeing his daughter, his whole world, laughing with his teammates, dressed like his brother, completely in her element.
It made something warm bloom in his chest.
When Y/n finally tired herself out, she clambered back up onto the bench beside him, breathless and smiling. Her bucket was overflowing now, the candy piled almost to the brim. âYou have fun, bug?â Jack asked, tugging her helmet off gently. She nodded enthusiastically. âBest Halloween ever,â she declared, voice small but confident.
Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âYeah?â
âYeah,â she said, snuggling into his side. After a moment, she added, âCan we tell Uncle Quinny I was him for Halloween?â Jack chuckled, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick photo of her grinning in her mini Canucks jersey. âOh, donât worry,â he said. âHeâs gonna love it.â
Summary -Â where for a day you train like an F1 driver, and Lando trains to do motocrossÂ
lando norris x quadrant athlete reader
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You had thought of this video idea when you saw the "I trained like Lando Norris for 24 hours" video, and you thought it would bring fans entertainment if you and Lando both swapped lives. You had mentioned it to Lando, and he thought it was a great idea, so you both started planning, but you never had the time until now.
 Nitro had been invited to the Austrian Grand Prix as an entertainment act, and you were on the lineup. It was perfect timing. Between media day and the race weekend, you had one full off-day, just enough time to switch worlds.Â
Friday morning, you and Lando both got up at 5 am to start the day. "Hey, everyone, welcome back", Lando said to the camera. "Today, Lando and I will be doing a sports swap where we will be training like each other in the upcoming Grand Prix that will be featuring Nitro." You stated, standing there in your gym clothes, drinking an energy drinkÂ
It started off at the gym, where normally you would do your ab and core workout with a bit of arms being chucked in there, but not today, today you were on Landos' gym schedule "Fuck my life" You whispered to the camera as Lando set up his neck training Â
"So, this is my warm-up," Lando said, setting up resistance bands and neck weights like it was no big deal. "Warm-up?" you repeated, eyeing the strange medieval-looking contraption.
He grinned. "Yeah. You'll see why soon."
 soon you found your rhythm. The rest of the morning was cardio, endurance, and reaction drills. You did hand-eye coordination tests, balance work, and simulator reflex games. You weren't bad but Lando made sure to "coach" you every step of the way. "Your lap time's slow," he teased, watching you play the reflex game. "Your flirting's slower," you shot back, earning a fake gasp and a laugh from the camera crew.
By the end of the morning, your hair was plastered to your forehead, and your arms felt like jelly. Lando offered you a towel, still annoyingly fresh. "Not bad, babe. Youâd make a decent reserve driver." "Decent?" you echoed, mock glaring. "Youâre lucky I love you."
After lunch, it was his turn.
You drove to the Nitro setup on the outskirts of the paddock, a dirt field transformed into a playground of ramps, jumps, and chaos. Your teammates were already there, bikes lined up, cheering when you and Lando arrived.
"Look who weâve got here!" your teammate Jake called out. "Mr. Formula 1 himself!" Lando gave an awkward little wave, trying to hide behind you. "Be nice to me," he muttered. "Oh, we will," you said, patting his back.
The first lesson was simple, body positioning and throttle control. You fitted him in full protective gear, tightening the helmet strap with a grin. "You look adorable,"Â you said, stepping back to admire him.
"Adorable? I look like a marshmallow," he mumbled, wobbling as he mounted the dirt bike.
"Just remember," you said, smirking, "this bike bites back if you donât respect it."He shot you a wary look but revved the engine anyway, eyes lighting up at the sound. Slowly, he started to get the hang of it, awkwardly at first, feet flailing, but within minutes, he was doing smooth circles around the lot.
"Not bad, Norris!" you called. "Maybe Iâll make you my stunt double!" "Ha ha,"Â he replied, voice muffled through the helmet.
The next challenge was small ramps. Nothing too dangerous, but enough to make his heart race. He lined up, took a deep breath, and went for it, catching just enough air to earn cheers from the team.
When he landed, you ran up, laughing and hugging him. "See! You did it!" He beamed under the helmet, voice breathless. "That was insane! I get why you love this. Itâs terrifying but god, itâs addictive." You grinned, leaning your forehead against his helmet. "Now you understand."Â
Later, you showed him how to do a flip on the foam pit. He didnât dare try it himself, but he watched with wide eyes as you launched off the ramp, spun through the air, and landed softly in the pit. When you climbed out, he was there waiting, hands out to help.
"You make it look effortless," he said softly, genuine admiration in his tone. "Years of practice," you replied, smiling. "Kind of like you and your corners." By late afternoon, the sun began to set, painting the sky gold. You both had media to attend to so you both decided to finish the video in Landos drivers roomÂ
once the outro was done, you and Lando stayed cuddled up on the couch saving this moment, as thee moments were rare, "Honestly I think us doing this video made us realize how insane our sports slash jobs are" you spoke thing out loud, "same love doing what you love made me appreciate it more because of how hard it is" Lando said placing a kiss to your foreheadÂ
When you finally uploaded the finished video, the title read: "F1 Driver vs Nitro Circus Rider | Sports Swap Challenge."Â Within hours, it began trending. Fans loved the mix of chaos, affection, and appreciation that radiated through every scene.
Iâm back bitchesâŠif you have any requests please send in! I have missed you all and I canât wait to get back to writing and chatting with you all again
i love your fics so muchhh!! đ€ you are my absolute favorite writer of all time and there is not a single day i donât come back to your account and read through your fics :)
Thank you so much đ€ Sending you a virtual hug đ«
Iâm sad to say this but Iâm stepping away from writing until December, I have one fic scheduled and than thatâs it. Iâm stepping away for my mental state. I love you all and I hope youâre all still here when I get back
Not sure if youâve done this before, but would you ever write maybe Hughes sister being hit on either in front of Lando or in front of Lando and the siblings? Maybe it could be someone famous that sheâs had a crush on in the past. So sheâs like freaking out blushing, and Lando is jealous. ïżŒïżŒïżŒ
summary-Â Y/n Hughes gets hit on by a hockey player she used to have a crush on and she's like freaking out blushing, and Lando is jealous.
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Back in 2019, when you attended Umich, you told yourself not to get involved with any guys and just focus on your degree, and at first, it was going well until Thomas Bordeleau came along in 2020.Â
To help get experience, you ran the Umich hockey team's social media, and that's when one thing led to another, and you found yourself sneaking into his hotel and or dorm room more times than you would like to admitÂ
It was just hook-ups, no strings attached. When Luke joined Umich in 2021, you decided to put a stop to hooking up with Bords because you knew the drama that would come with hooking up with your little brother's teammate. But soon you fell back into your old ways. Â
Soon, Bords left for the NHL, and you got a job at McLaren and fell in love with Lando. You hadn't talked or seen him since, and honestly, he left your mind he was like a faded memory.Â
Present dayÂ
When Luke brought up the idea of you shooting content for the Team 100 reunion you didn't think much about it, you missed most of the guys they were your best friends.Â
"Y/n make sure you get my good side" Luke muttered from the back seat as Lando parked the car "Thats going to be hard when you don't have one" you joked grabbing your camera out and your lanyard placing it around your neck.Â
You grabbed Landos hand and made your way into the arena "Fuck its cold" Lando joked when he opened the door to yost, "Yeah babe its an ice hockey arena not monaco" you smiled placing a kiss to Landos cheekÂ
"Y/n" You heard Ethan call out running towards you, you were close to the 21-22 freshman because of Luke, you helped most of them with their washing, homework and sometimes with their girl problems "Eddy" you called out opening your arms for him, ethan pulled you into a tight hug Â
"Oh my god y/n is that a boy" Nolan and Nick said as the rest of the group walked over, your eyes met with Bords and suddenly all the memories came flooding back "Ye- yeah this Lando, his is a F1 driver but he has been my boyfriend for the past two years" You muttered Lando bringing you to his sideÂ
You werenât prepared for him.
Thomas Bordeleau stood there in his puffer jacket and Team 100 hoodie like it hadnât been years since you last saw him, like he hadnât once grinned and said âyou up?â at 1 a.m. like it was the most casual thing in the world. His hair was a little shorter now, jawline sharper but that same smug twinkle lived in his eyes.
âHey,â Bords said, smiling like no time had passed. âStill the prettiest camera girl in the rink.â
Your stomach dropped. You laughed too loudly face heating up instantly as your brain short-circuited. âOh my god,â you muttered under your breath, eyes darting away like they might find a fire escape. Play it cool, play it cool, you chanted internally. But your face was already on fire, and it did not go unnoticed.
Landoâs head turned slowly toward you, his hand still on your waist. âCamera girl?â he repeated, a dry edge to his voice. You elbowed him gently, trying to play it off. âItâs just a nickname from forever ago.â
Bordsâs grin widened. âNot that long ago.â Landoâs grip tightened, just slightly. You could practically feel his jealousy buzzing like static.
âSo,â Bords continued, eyes flicking between you and Lando, âwhatâs it like dating a race car driver? Thatâs a little different from college hockey boys.â You fumbled with your lanyard, blinking way too fast. âUh yeah, itâs fast-paced,â you mumbled.
Lando tilted his head toward Bords, one brow raised. âAnd what do you do now?â he asked, tone light but his jaw ticked slightly.
âPlay for San jose sharks,â Bords said casually. âSo, still skating around. Just with bigger paychecks.â
You forced a smile, trying to break the tension. âYou can take the boy out of Yost, but â âBut you canât take the cockiness out of him,â Nolan finished with a laugh. Lando gave a small, forced chuckle. âYeah, seems like it.â
The group slowly drifted toward the locker room, but Bords lingered, leaning a little too close as you fumbled with your camera settings. âYou still blush the same,â he said under his breath.
You froze. Lando clearly heard it too.
Your brain short-circuited again. âI itâs just cold,â you stammered, cheeks now glowing redder than a stoplight. Lando stepped between you and Bords so smoothly you almost missed it. âHey babe, didnât you say you needed help with your lens?â he asked, picking up your camera without waiting for a reply.
You nodded dumbly. âUh, yeah, itâs uh, weird lighting.â Bords raised his hands in mock surrender. âAll good. Iâm sure youâre in good hands.â He winked and strolled off toward the others.
The moment he was out of earshot, Lando turned to you, unimpressed. âCamera girl?â he repeated. You groaned, burying your face in his chest. âDonât.â
âYou blushed.â Lando groaned âI panicked! He caught me off guard!â you let out âOh, he caught you, alright,â Lando muttered, glancing in Bordsâs direction. You poked his ribs. âYouâre jealous.â
Lando looked down at you, eyes narrowed in mock offense. âOf a guy who called you camera girl and said you still blush the same? Absolutely Iâm jealous.â You pouted. âIt meant nothing. Heâs just Bords.â Lando raised a brow. âJust Bords?â
You reached up and gently cupped his jaw. âYouâre Lando. My Lando. And you win by like, a million miles.â That got a small smirk out of him. âI do have podium experience.â You leaned up and kissed his cheek. âExactly. Now help me shoot some cute content of Luke being a menace.â
summary-Â Y/n is really moody and refusing sleep and Jack is stressed trying to get her to sleepÂ
reader is 3Â
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When Y/n threw herself to the floor for the third time today, Jack had had enough of this. His eyebrows knotted in frustration and pure exhaustion. The clock on the wall struck 9:30 p.m., well past her usual bedtime, and Jack could already feel the stress creeping up his neck and into his shoulder muscles. His daughter was a force to be reckoned with, tiny but mighty, and tonight she was putting up a battle that Jack hadnât expected.
"Y/n, please." His voice was firm but gentle, a softness creeping in despite his frayed patience. "Itâs bedtime, bug. We need to go to sleep now."
Y/n crossed her arms and pouted up at him from her spot on the carpet. "No!" she said in a small voice that seemed much more powerful than her age should allow. "Not sleepy!"Â
Jack sighed. There were nights when putting her to bed was a smooth process, a story, a cuddle, a few minutes under her glow-in-the-dark stars, but tonight seemed destined to be a showdown.
He knelt down beside her. âBug, youâre tired. I know you are. Your little body needs rest to grow strong and healthy.â His tone was a mixture of patience and pure pleading.
Y/n remained firm, shaking her head. âNo, no, no!â
For a moment, Jack pressed his lips together and tried to stay calm. Parenting a strong-willed 3-year-old on his own was tough, tough when youâd gotten a full nightâs rest, nearly impossible when you hadnât. His schedule with the NHL was hectic enough, adding midnight battles with a moody toddler made it nearly overwhelming.
He stood up, walked into the kitchen, and filled her favorite sippy cup with warm milk. âBug, please.â His voice was quieter now, less frustrated and more weary. âHave some milk. It might help you feel sleepy.â
Y/n remained sitting on the floor, ignoring him. Her bottom lip trembled in a dramatic pout, adding a touch of tragedy to her already-stubborn demeanor.
Jack pressed his forehead against the fridge briefly, closing his eyes and counting to ten. He turned back toward her. âOkay.â His tone was softer now. âHow about we read a story first, then you drink your milk, then we try to sleep. Will that be okay?â
For a moment, silence fell in the small, dimly lit apartment, a peace Jack hadnât felt all evening. His proposal seemed reasonable enough, a small compromise in a battle of will.
Y/n nodded reluctantly, a tiny âOkayâ slipping past her lips.
Relieved, Jack crossed back into the living room, knelt beside her once more, and held out his hand. âLet's find your favorite book.â
Y/n placed her small hand in his and walked with him back to her bedroom. There were traces of their routines all around, stuffed animals tucked against pillows, a stack of picture books on the small shelf by her mattress. Jack chose âGoodnight Moonâ, a classic, and settled into the small reading nook, pulling her into his lap.
He turned page after page in a soft voice, letting the rhythm of the story ease her. Her restless movements grew slower, her body growing heavy against him.
When the story finished, Jack pressed a kiss to the top of her head and handed her the sippy cup of warm milk. Naturally, her small hands pressed against it, and she started to sip quietly.
Jack remained there, holding her, letting her find peace in her own time. His own stress seemed to ease with each small sip and deepening breath. Whatever doubts and overwhelm he felt just minutes earlier seemed distant now, replaced by the simple peace of having his little girl close, comfortable, and safely on her way toward sleep.
As her grip grew weak and her eyelashes fell, Jack whispered, âI love you, bug⊠more than anything in this world.â
He pressed another soft kiss to her forehead and tucked her in under her blanket, letting silence, peace, and love do the rest.
Lake House summary- Quinn Hughes takes you to the Lake house for the first time, and Luke mentions a girl that Quinn brought last year, which cause you and Quinn to have a fightÂ
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The lake house is even more beautiful than Quinn described.
Tucked between dense trees and lapping blue water, it looks like something out of a movie. The kind where summer feels like forever and love is easy and golden. You step out of the car, stretching your legs, heart fluttering in your chest. Youâre trying to play it cool, but this is big. Meeting his brothers here, staying under the same roof, spending a whole weekend together it feels intimate, like a milestone in your relationship.
Quinn grabs your overnight bag from the trunk and bumps his shoulder into yours as he walks past. "Stop overthinking. Theyâre gonna love you,"Â he says, like he can read your mind.
You offer a smile thatâs half nerves, half gratitude.
Inside, the house smells like cedar and sunscreen. Thereâs a chorus of voices echoing from the kitchen, and before you can fully step in, Luke barrels around the corner.
"Quinn!" he shouts, pulling him into a hug, and then turns to you with a grin.
And this must be the famous Y/n. Wow, youâre real." You laugh awkwardly, accepting the quick hug he pulls you into. "Youâre taller than I expected," you joke, and Luke snorts.
"I get that a lot."Â From the kitchen, Jack appears with a beer in hand, tossing Quinn one and waving at you with the other. "Welcome to the chaos," he says. "You hungry? Weâve got burgers, dogs, and the last two slices of pizza Luke insists arenât expired."Â
The afternoon rolls into evening laughter, old stories, teasing that includes Quinn getting mocked for everything from his music taste to his inability to properly light the grill. But itâs warm and lighthearted. You settle into it easily. Quinn stays close to you, his hand on your lower back or laced through your fingers, checking in with soft looks that make your heart flutter.
Later, when the sun is starting to dip and the group heads down to the dock to watch the sky fade, you find yourself seated between Luke and Quinn, your feet dangling just above the water. Luke kicks his feet and nudges Quinn. "Weird seeing you all boyfriendy, bro. Thought you peaked with that girl from last year."Â
You freeze.
Quinn goes still beside you. You blink slowly, heart thudding. "Girl from last year?" You question, Luke looks between you two, completely oblivious. "Oh uh, yeah. Didnât he tell you? He brought someone last summer. Canât remember her name. She didnât last long."Â
"Luke," Quinn warns sharply, but itâs too late.
You laugh, but thereâs no humor in it. "No. He didnât tell me."Â Lukeâs face drops. "Crap. I didnât Quinn, man, I didnât know."Â You stand slowly. "Iâm gonna go lie down for a bit. Long drive."Â
"Y/n" Quinn starts, but you wave him off and walk back toward the house, trying to keep your pace calm even though your chest is twisting with something hot and uncomfortable.
The guest room feels too small when you shut the door behind you. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. It shouldnât matter. Everyone has a past. You know that. But something about thisthe lake house, his family, the intimacy of it, makes it different. Makes it feel⊠less special.
You hear a soft knock at the door a few minutes later. "Itâs me," Quinn says quietly. You donât answer, but he opens it anyway, stepping in and closing it behind him. He looks like heâs been running through a storm even though the sky outside is clear.
"I shouldâve told you," he says, voice gentle. You donât look at him. "Why didnât you?"Â
He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "Because it didnât matter. It wasnât serious. I barely even remember her last name."Â
"Thatâs not the point." you say rubbing your face with your hands He flinches. "Then what is?"Â
You finally meet his eyes. "You brought someone here. To your familyâs lake house. Thatâs not nothing, Quinn. Thatâs the kind of thing that means something. And you didnât even think Iâd care?" He takes a few steps closer. "I get it now. I do. But it wasnât the same. That was⊠I donât even know why I brought her. It was a mistake." You cross your arms. "And what about me? Am I another mistake?"
His face falls. "Donât say that" You look away again. "I just wish youâd told me. I donât want to feel like Iâm filling someone elseâs space."Â He crouches in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.
"Youâre not," he says. "Y/n, youâre the reason I wanted to come back this year. Youâre the one I wanted to bring. Youâre not a placeholder. Youâre it."
You search his face, your hurt still sitting heavy in your chest. But thereâs no defensiveness in his eyes now only sincerity. His thumb brushes over your knuckles.
"I shouldâve told you," he repeats. "And Iâm sorry I didnât. I never meant to make you feel like this wasnât real. Because it is. Itâs the most real thing Iâve had in a long time."Â You inhale slowly, your heart finally starting to loosen its grip. "I didnât want to fight," you whisper.
"I know. Me either." Quinn said placing a kiss to the back of hand You squeeze his hand. "Next time, just⊠donât let me find stuff out like that from Luke, okay?" He nods. "Deal. And also remind me to kill Luke later."
I'm not from Australia, so sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings. If you are hurt by this story, please send me a dm and I will change it đ«¶
1. Language barrierÂ
You pushed open the door to Lando's streaming room, barefoot, mildly annoyed, and definitely not thinking about his thousands of Twitch viewers. "Babe, where are my thongs?" you askedÂ
Lando looked up from his monitor, slightly startled, headset still clamped over his ears. He glanced at the chat before smiling. "One, I'm streaming, so come say hi properly," he says into his mic with a grin.Â
"And two, wouldn't they be in your drawer?" You squinted at him, confused. "No, those are my G-strings. I'm talking about my shoes." He choked on his drink. "Wait, what? Thongs are underwear!"
You roll your eyes, grabbing one of his hats off the wall and tossing it at him. "You Brits are so dramatic. I was looking for my shoes, not trying to start an OnlyFans. And also, you have had two Australian teammates. I thought by now you would understand" He starts laughing so hard he leans back in his chair, clutching his stomach, his audience in absolute chaos over the whole exchange.
You flip him off as you walk away, He's still grinning hours later.
2. The two Aussie and LandoÂ
Lando loved to bring you to races, having you there to cheer him on was his favorite part except for when you would team up with Oscar, You'd known him before Lando, grew up two suburbs apart, and your shared love of Aussie slang made paddock weekends feel like home. Lando, however? He looked like a lost puppy.Â
Anytime Lando was near the two of you he would almost have a brain sprain trying to figure out what you both were talking aboutÂ
Lando sat next to you on his phone scrolling through instagram not really paying attention until he heard "oh god, I went to the servo in Monaco and they sell the Big M choccy milk I almost cried" You said excited that you found your Australian chocolate milk,Â
"No way! They've got Big M?" Oscar grinned before continuing on "Are you trying to get on the piss during summer break?" Oscar questionedÂ
"Hold up what?!" Lando questioned you and Oscar both blink at him. Lando throws up a hand. "Servo? Choccy milk? Get on the piss? do you Australian just have your own language or some shit? You and Oscar starting laughing watching as Lando tried figuring it all out. "Servo is gas station. Choccy milk is,well, chocolate milk. And 'on the piss' means drinking." You explainedÂ
Oscar adds, "Mate, if you're gonna keep dating her, you've gotta learn the lingo." Lando groans dramatically. "At this point, I need subtitles." You kiss his cheek and whisper, "Don't worry, love. We'll get you a dictionary."Â
3. The Australian TranslatorÂ
Lando thought it would a good idea for you to join him in todays stream "Alright, chat" Lando says clapping his hands together "We've got Y/n here, and she is from Australia so I'm going to give her some words and she is going to Australian translate them" the chat went crazy some sending in words and some saying 'aussie take over'Â
"okay y/n first word is Afternoon" "Oh thats easy arvo" you shoot back immediately. You grinned looking at all the Australians in the chat, you looked at the time on your phone before turning it over "To all the Australian watching this that is dedication" Lando looked at you confused "It would be around midnight for most of them" You add placing a kiss to Landos cheekÂ
"You next word is u turn" Chat had been spamming this into the chat "Oh chuck a u-ey" you say casually "can you please use that in a sentence babe" Lando asked "Shit you missed the turn mate just chuck a u-ey" You sat there looking at Lando confused as he was nearly on the floor dying with laughterÂ
4. Fairy breadÂ
Lando had invited you to a Quadrant video shoot where they were playing a eating game, you sat off to the side on a beanbag watching them eat some weird foods from around the world, because thats content? "hey babe" Lando called over his shoulder between bites, "what's fairy bread?"
You blinked. "Wait, what?" He held up a plate with a single slice of white bread on it, still wrapped in cling film with an Australian Flag on it. "The fact that fairy bread is on the weird food category, I think all Australians watching this video would be offended" you let out a gasp Lando gave a sheepish grin, and Max perked up from across the table. "Fairy what now?"
"Oh my god," you muttered, already getting up from the beanbag, "I have to fix this." You made your way over to the table like you were on a mission, pushing past empty plates and half-eaten bites of whatever the hell the last dish was. You grabbed a fresh loaf of white bread, a tub of butter, and a container of rainbow sprinkles like a seasoned pro.
 Once you finished cutting it up into triangles because it tastes better that way, you handed the bits of bread with butter and sprinkles on it to everyone and stepping back to watching there reactionsÂ
"Holy shit" Max let out mid chew "Jon is going to hate me" Lando said taking another bite Lando looked like he was in heaven, you knew he would be asking you to make this all the time for him now.Â
5. The spiderÂ
"Babe help" Lando yelled from the bedroom his voice sharp with panic. You rolled your eyes, still half-asleep as you stirred your coffee. "What now?" you called back, already preparing yourself for something ridiculous, maybe he lost his hoodie again, or his PlayStation controller was 'missing' under the bed.
"Spider!"Â he shouted like it was code red. You blinked. "A what?"Â
"AÂ huge one! Itâs on the wall, watching me like itâs about to lunge!" You padded toward the bedroom with your coffee in hand, raising a brow. "Alright, let me see this demon."Â
Lando was standing on the bed, pointing like he was on the front lines of war. "Right there! Above the dresser! It's massive!"Â You peeked over and, yep, decent size. Not quite the horror-movie huntsman he was imagining, but definitely a good olâ Aussie household spider.
"Oh hell no," you said immediately, taking a step back. "Iâm not dealing with that."
Landoâs jaw dropped. "Youâre Australian! This is supposed to be your thing! Isnât it, like, in your DNA to karate chop spiders?" You sipped your coffee casually. "Bub, we donât all come out of the womb with a spider-slaying license."Â
"But youâve got, like, drop bears and snakes and crocodiles, how is this the thing that freaks you out?" Lando asked his eyes not leaving the spider "Because," you pointed at the spider dramatically, "that thing has too many eyes and too many legs, and I refuse to engage."
Lando groaned. "This is betrayal. I was relying on your Aussie instincts." You placed your coffee down and shrugged. "You wanted to live the Aussie life, right? This is it. Shared trauma and a spider staring into your soul while you pretend itâs not there."Â
He threw a pillow at you. "This is not what I signed up for."Â
Laughing, you grabbed your phone. "Alright, alright. Iâll call my mom. She knows how to handle these bastards." "Youâre going to call your mom?!" Lando said in disbelief "Iâm not dying before Christmas, Lando." You sighed with you phone pressed against your earÂ
