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Summary: After being coldly dumped by your long term boyfriend days before valentines, your bestfriend Lando takes it upon himself to show you how much you truly matter.
Warnings: Heartbreak? Pure fluff
A/N: This is so rushed because i started it like eight months ago and don’t know how to finish it. But I’m backkk, so let me know what you think!
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5 days.
You hadn't left your apartment in 5 days.
Part of you felt ashamed of it. Of the way you have been treating yourself.
But the other, bigger part of you, just didn't care.
You had a right to feel torn. Desolate.
Broken.
The man you thought was the one had walked out on you. No explanation, no sign of remorse. Nothing.
I just don't love you anymore.
The words kept replaying over and over in your head. They made you feel defeated. Weak at the knees.
Sick.
And what made it even worse, was that it was right before valentines.
What a dick move.
You hadn't picked up your phone in days. You cut yourself off from the outside world, not feeling like you deserved to be a part of it anymore.
Messages left unopened.
Letting the phone ring until it would eventually stop.
You appreciated the concern, but you really just wanted to be alone. To drown in your sorrows until you plucked up the courage to actually go out again.
It was as if those 6 words had just sucked all life out of you.
And you hated yourself for it. You felt weak. Stupid.
Worthless.
But you were suddenly brought out of your thoughts, by a knock at the door.
You stayed where you were sprawled out on the sofa, though you reached for the remote to mute the tv, just to check that you weren't dreaming. It was as though the isolation you had kept yourself in had made you unfamiliar of any other presence beside your own.
You began to doubt actually hearing the knock. That was, until you heard it again. And, a voice.
"Y/N?"
Lando.
"Y/N open up, it's me" he called through the door.
Shit.
You knew he wasn't gonna leave. You let out a deep sigh, bringing your hands up to drag them down your face in misery, before pulling yourself off of the sofa, and trudging across your apartment to the door.
You open it, seeing Lando stood in front of you. His face was the first you had seen for the last several days…and it brought a small sense of comfort to you. But it also brought back the memories explaining why you had trapped yourself away…and you felt tears welling in your eyes.
"Hey" he breathes out, relieved to see you were somewhat okay.
"Hi" you reply with a half smile, your voice slightly cracking.
Lando could see the pain in your expression. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you like the back of his own hand.
He stepped into your apartment, his hand gently reaching out to pull you into him. His arms tugged you in, embracing you with a soft hold round your waist. Your head fell perfectly into the crook of his neck, as you let out a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry” Lando mutters into your hair, as he feels you begin to tremble.
He lets you cry as your arms wrap round his neck, holding him tightly. He leans back for a moment, holding your head in his hands. His thumb gently pushes a stray hair from your face, as he looks at you with a delicate gaze.
“You’re okay” he says quietly.
The both of you soon end up on your sofa together, sat beside one another. You sit slightly slouched, your head resting back on the sofa. Lando sits beside you, his arm stretched out behind your head as you look at each other. He let you ramble on about your feelings, how you pretty much gave up on yourself, and how your now ex had completely crushed any ounce of confidence that you had…leaving you empty.
And Lando simply listened.
And he understood.
“I thought he was the one Lan” you say quietly, your voice fragile as you look down at your fingers, messing with them.
“The one wouldn’t do that to you. The one would stay with you. Love you forever. Help you through things. And that isn’t what he did, Y/N. You deserve so much more than that” he softly mutters to you, your eye contact unfaltering.
Hearing those words come from Lando’s mouth made you feel something. Something more than the pain of the last few days. Something that you feel you haven’t noticed before…like a missing piece. His eyes almost shone at you, the understanding look in them reaching depths of you that had been isolated from even yourself. It was almost the the flip of a switch, a lightbulb going off in your head. Because in that moment, you realised that all this time, you have had the one in your life…but you had been looking right past him.
Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)
Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.
Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff
Word count: 1000+
A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)
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CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE
‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.
‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.
‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.
‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.
‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.
‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).
‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.
‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”
‣ “Airpods, John.”
SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY
‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.
‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.
‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.
‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.
‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”
‣ “Hm?”
‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.
‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.
JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH
‣ 2 girls.
‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.
‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.
‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.
‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.
‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”
‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.
‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.
‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.
‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.
KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK
‣ 1 boy.
‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.
‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.
‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.
‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.
‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.
‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.
‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.
‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.
‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”
‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”
KÖNIG
‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.
‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.
‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.
‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.
‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.
‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.
‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.
‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.
‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.
‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.
I have just gotten my account back after it was terminated for a painful few days, I thought I lost all my work😖 But I am back, and due to it’s temporary termination, I didn’t get to put my poll up properly…
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)
Summary: You accompany Charles on his private jet overseas for the first time, failing to remember to tell him that you are deathly scared of take offs.
Warnings: Mild language, pure fluff/ comfort
Word count: 600+
A/N: I apologise for how long this has taken me. I have started sixth form recently, so have been focusing on that for the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how to go with this after it being in my drafts for months, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.
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“Come on chérie, the plane is ready” Charles tells you softly, breaking your attention away from the book you had held in your hands.
Held? Well, more like clutched with pure fear. Fear? Well, planes, you aren’t scared of. Being thousands of metres up in the air? Fine. But take off? You would rather swim the whole way there than experience it once more. And this tiny little inconvenience, you happened to forget to tell Charles about. This trip was a last minute decision that was made by the both of you, and the spontaneity of it made you completely forget about telling him.
So here you are, mentally having to scream at yourself to actually get up, as your legs wouldn’t move by themselves. You stand up and place your hand in Charles' outstretched one, following after him to the jet.
Charles steps aside to let you on first, his hand naturally falling to the small of your back. You both take your seats sat across from each other, and Charles instantly takes notice of your death grip on both arms of the chair. He leans forwards in his own seat, placing his elbows on the table between you both.
"Are you okay chérie?" He asks, his tone subtly laced with concern. He gives you a second to answer him, though no response comes. Your head stays back on the rest behind you, your eyes tightly shut.
"Y/N?" Charles tries once again to gain your attention, and only now do you open your eyes and look at your boyfriend in front of you.
"Hm?" You answer in a hum, his worry only increasing with your half-hearted reply.
"Are you alright?" He asks, tilting his head down to get his question across to you.
"Y-yeah i'm fine" you say with a half smile. But it didn't convince your boyfriend one bit.
He leant back in his seat for a second, a light chuckle escaping his lips, "Okay okay let me rephrase, what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you" Charles softly replies, leaning forwards again to keep your attention on him.
You breathe out almost hesitantly, but the kind persistence in Charles' eyes is telling you that he will get it out of you sooner or later. You place your elbows onto the small table, to sit your head in your hands.
“Take offs” you breathe out, though to Charles it only comes out as a muffled sound from behind your hands.
“What? Chérie, move your hands away, i cannot hear you” he chuckles lightly as he reaches forwards to delicately remove your hands from covering your face.
“Take offs” you say quietly, looking down at your lap in embarrassment.
You don’t hear an answer from your boyfriend, as your eyes slowly lift to look at his face. Charles is looking at you almost blankly, though his gaze quickly softens as your eyes meet his.
“Mon amour, are you scared off take offs?” He asks with raised eyebrows.
You stay quiet, why on earth am i scared of take offs? He must think it’s so stupid.
Your thoughts get interrupted by Charles’ hand laying on yours, his thumb softly grazing your knuckles. You look up to see him looking at you lovingly, his muscles in his face completely relaxed, knowing you were okay.
“You could have just told me chérie” he murmurs to you, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.
"it's so stupid" you chuckle light-heartedly, trying to brush the whole situation off.
"It is not stupid. But tell me, yeah? I don't want to make you unhappy" Charles says, once again ever so softly.
"You could never make me unhappy, Charles" you reply with a smile, of which he reciprocates tenderly.
A few minutes pass as you try to keep calm, though your adrenaline spikes as the doors are shut and secured, and the engines start up. Charles takes notice, and tightly clasps your hand in his.
Summary: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the infamous, relentless and fearless Task Force 141 soldier. And the particulars of him being the guardian of his baby sister.
Warnings: Talks of war and deployment, mentions of a traumatic childhood, language. Attempted to do it chronologically, but have added bits here and there
Word count: 3300+
A/N: This is platonic, should be obvious to most, but just in case for the creeps. Basing this off the theory that he is mid-late 20’s in mw2.
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‣ Simon wasn’t at all prepared to be an older brother, but when he saw you, he knew it was his job to protect his little baby sister.
‣ You were the only one who was fortunate enough to not be killed by Washington, so when Simon was made aware of your survival, he took you in as his own.
‣ He doubted himself at first, fearing he would turn out like his dad, but also didn’t want to abandon you like he had been as a child.
‣ He wasn’t experienced in any way shape or form with taking care of a baby, so most of his days when not on deployment consisted of him watching youtube videos and going online to figure out how to do stuff and take care of you properly.
‣ When on deployment, he left you with a trusted neighbour who he had known for years before. (I feel like this would either be like a man who he would call his ‘best friend’ when home, or an old woman who has kids of her own, that use to babysit him)
‣ He would spoil you the best he could, and make you as happy as possible, not wanting you to have a childhood anything remotely like his.
‣ He definitely still gets help off of google for some things. He isn’t really too good with knowledge on ‘girly’ things.
‣ When home, you and him would always sit at the kitchen table of an evening, you playing with barbies whilst he sat across from you modding his rifle. As you got older, it would be the same just you with homework. You didn’t speak much when sat with each other, though it was always a comfortable silence for the both of you.
‣ Once when in primary school, you came home with a pout as you were jealous of your classmates pigtails and plaits, seeing that Simon only really knew how to brush your hair. So that night, he spent an hour watching videos over and over so that he could learn how to plait your hair.
‣ He felt stupid watching the videos, and frustrated that it took him so long to get the hang of it, but he knew it was all worth it when he saw the grin on your face the next morning as you looked at your hair in the mirror to see it all pretty and plaited.
‣ He also felt the same each birthday or christmas when you were little, worried that the little amount that he was able to get you wouldn’t be enough to make you happy. But 100% of the time, it was just him underestimating himself.
‣ When you were young, he never bothered to mention his own birthday. But one year when with your neighbour, you found out his birthday was a couple days after he came back from deployment. So you saved up money for the 2 weeks before he came back, and bought him a little teddy bear and a bar of chocolate. You also made him a little loom band bracelet, and haphazardly wrapped them up and hid them under your bed.
‣ When his birthday did arrive, you came downstairs to him in the living room, holding the parcel out in front of him. He lifted you up onto his lap, taking the parcel from you. “What’s this?” He asked, looking at it as he peeled his fingers from the cellotape of which you’d badly wrapped it with.
‣ “Happy birthday” you say softly with a smile, and that right there made Simon’s heart melt. He unwrapped the gift, and held the bear out in front of him. You looked at him eagerly, though his expression was confusing to you. “I hope you like it” you say with a slight hint of doubt. But Simon smiles at you, yes, smiles, and pulls you closer to him, placing a small kiss on your cheek, “I love it, thank you Y/N” he says, and the grin returns to your face.
‣ Simon had never felt more appreciated by anyone in his life.
‣ He let you off that one morning to share the chocolate with him, after eagerly placing the loom band on his large wrist, showing him that you now had matching ones.
‣ And he wears it everyday, even on deployment, under his uniform.
‣ And he still does to this day, years later
‣ He also has a tattoo tucked away somewhere that he got for you, most likely your initials.
‣ When he first joined 141, Price was the only one who knew about you, and that Simon was the one who took care of you.
‣ He knew from Ghost’s files, as when he joined the task force, you were at the age where Simon wanted you written down as who was told when he died.
‣ You were at the age where it was harder to just pretend he never existed. Because when you were a baby, that was his plan. Before he joined it was your neighbour that was put down, just as a telling that you would need to be put in someone else's care.
‣ When Ghost requested the change to his file, he asked Price that someone could go over and tell you in person, rather than just a phone call, or his dog tags through the mail. Which caused for him to have to let Price know of your existence.
‣ He also asked for Price to tell Laswell, as he trusted her and wanted someone there for you who was in the UK more than he was, and in case both him and Price were on a mission/ far away.
‣ He also did it as he believed that you needed at least one female figure somewhat a part of your life, though you've only met her like once or twice.
‣ It takes a good amount of time and full trust in a person for Simon to be comfortable with them meeting you, or even just knowing of you. Which is why Johnny found out so randomly.
‣ You were late pre-teens when Simon was coming home from deployment, and got a call from his friend, apologising that he couldn’t pick him up from base. Johnny overheard the conversation and insisted that he dropped Simon off, though he was perfectly fine getting a taxi.
‣ Simon did message you to stay in the house, but you weren’t paying mind to your phone, just looking out the window waiting for his arrival. Your own excitement blinded you to the fact it wasn’t the car of Simon’s friend dropping him off, so when you saw his skull mask through the car window, you jumped off the couch and ran out the door to him without a second thought. You didn’t hesitate in giving him a massive hug, which, though Johnny hadn’t pulled off yet, Simon reciprocated, as he knew there was no way of exactly hiding you now.
‣ It wasn’t at all that he didn’t trust Johnny enough, Simon just always felt awkward bringing it up and didn’t expect the circumstances of which he was in, so wasn’t prepared at all.
‣ Soap didn’t like to pry, but was curious and immensely shocked to see a young girl run out of his house and jump onto Simon’s huge frame. He knew it couldn’t have been his daughter as Simon would have simply been far too young for that to be true. So he made the conclusion of you being his sister, and tried to keep it to himself.
‣ Though on the next deployment, Johnny did ask about the young girl he saw, and with a grumble of a reply, he then understood that his guesses were correct. By then he trusted Gaz enough as well, so the whole of 141 eventually knew of Simon’s little sister.
‣ Simon keeps a little photograph of you in his uniform, in an inside breast pocket, above his heart. It’s a photo of you when you were little, the first year he put aside his fears, and took you trick-or-treating. You were dressed as a little fairy, grinning up at the camera, your face covering most of the shot as you leant forwards into the frame.
‣ You two don’t have any proper photos with each other, apart from one from when it was your birthday one year, and you told Simon that the only thing you wanted was a photo of the two of you together. So Simon begrudgingly granted your wish after a lot of convincing.
‣ In the photo, you are stood next to each other in the hallway of your home, you grinning with your short arms attempting to wrap around his large waist, and him stood looking emotionless with his simple skull mask on, his arm behind you resting on your back.
‣ It wouldn’t look sentimental at all to anyone else, but you treasured it. It stays on your bedside cabinet, with one of his old dog tags that he let you keep. You also have another old one of his attached to the zip of your school backpack.
‣ Simon never really decorated your room too much when you were younger, as he was new to the whole thing and decided that he would let you do it with him when you were older and found your own passions and interests. So first off for several years your room consisted of a small single bed, a wardrobe, and littles shelves for your toys, all of which he built with you sat on the floor of your room with him one day.
‣ But when you did find yourself and what you liked, you both spent a couple days decorating it. As it was just you and Simon in the house, you weren’t ever very ‘girly’ so the walls were painted a pale blue, and he bought you some new shelves and some fairy lights/ LED’s to hang up around your bed.
‣ When you use to get nightmares or just couldn’t fall asleep, you would sneak into Simon’s room, and wake him up so that you could stay with him. Although due to his own nightmares, was usually awake before you came in anyways. But there was something he secretly found so sweet about hearing your little feet try to quietly pad down the hallway to his room.
‣ He never minded, because he had nightmares all the time. Simon would never admit it, not even to his baby sister, but he enjoyed the nights where he would have her with him. Because in the long run it did actually help him fall asleep, knowing he wasn’t completely on his own.
‣ He had you.
‣ Due to him being away quite a lot, you have been aware of his job since you were little.
‣ Though when you got older, you wanted to know more about it. Simon didn’t really want to tell you much, as he didn't believe it was something he wanted his sister knowing about, but after so much pestering from you, he caved in. You learnt about his callsign, and how he always wore the skull mask.
‣ Once meeting Soap properly, he was the one to tell you about how infamous your brother really was on the field.
‣ You found it pretty cool that you were one of the only people in the entire world who new what the Simon Riley truly looked like, and secretly took pride in it.
‣ You have always known Simon with and without his mask, so it never feels weird. He rarely wore it when you were a toddler, though when you were first born he mostly kept it on, scared his scars were gonna frighten you.
‣ But the first time he took it off in front of you, you babbled and giggled, and reached out to his face. So from then on, he didn’t bother wearing it around you.
‣ There was one occasion when he came to pick you up from a neighbours after almost a year long deployment, and you were shy with him. It hurt Simon a bit, and made him feel guilty for not being there, and that you had grown so much in the time he was away. But the feeling soon melted away once your neighbour gave you a little push from behind their leg, you softening in Simon’s touch as he held you close in his arms.
‣ His teenage years were the most traumatic for him, so when you transitioned into yours, he became even more protective of you. You sometimes fought over this, and Simon felt bad, but you knew that he was doing it because he wanted nothing more than for you to be safe.
‣ When he bought you your first phone, he definitely made you have Life360 or something like it, so that he knows where you are just in case he needs it.
‣ He would never go crazy on where you were and who you were with. He trusted you. But when away, every night before he went to bed himself, or whenever it was night time in the UK timezone, he would check that you were at home. It made him relax slightly about being away, knowing that you were safe.
‣ You were about 15 when you were properly introduced to the 141 team, as behind Soap’s teasing and pestering, Simon knew that you needed some other adult figures in your life. So, much to your own surprise, he messaged you asking if you wanted to come get him from base one time with his neighbour.
‣ You knew that Simon wasn’t really much of a physical affection type of guy, but you could never resist when he was coming back home after a deployment. And even less so now that you were able to come to base. But he also knew that much to his dislike for the public display of it, there was nothing he could do to stop you from doing so.
‣ And with that fact in mind, he knew he had to reciprocate the gesture, so when you did run up to him with your arms out, for a second he forgot about that fact the rest of the guys wouldn’t let cold old ‘Ghost’ hear the end of it, and wrapped one arm around you, lifting you up with ease, his bags clutched in his other hand. You practically squealed to him how much you’d missed him, as he mumbled back in your ear that he did you, too. Lucky for him the others didn't hear that.
‣ Once he had put you down, he very much awkwardly introduced you to the others in a grumbly tone.
‣ When you turned to them, the first thing that they all collectively noticed were your eyes.
‣ You had Simon’s eyes.
‣ Johnny’s hello was an enthusiastic “Good to finally meet you lass,” Simon glaring at Soap, aware of the amusement this brought him, knowing his lieutenant was annoyed as hell.
‣ Gaz nodded at you with a smile, and Price said hello in a deep but warm tone, looking on at you with an almost proud gaze.
‣ Price didn’t know what to expect when Soap loudly made everyone aware of Ghost’s new visitor at base pick up, as Johnny was the only one of them who had seen you before to recognise you as Ghost's sister, though they knew you existed (much to their inital surprise). But when you turned to the rest of the team without hesitance, Price instantly felt an even higher level of respect towards Simon as it was clear from your confident and polite hello that he had raised you well.
‣ Much to Simon’s own self doubt.
‣ One night when the 141 were all at a bar, Price quietly told Simon about how he had done well with you, knowing that he was definitely uncertain of his own worth in your life. But Simon heard the sincerity in his Captain’s voice, and with a quick look of appreciation towards John, he then didn’t doubt himself as much as he had before.
‣ Simon sometimes does mess up though with his language around you, only recently now that you have gotten older. But he isn’t too fussed, just as long as he doesn't hear you repeat any of it.
‣ Seeing that it is only you two in the house 24/7, you both surprisingly get on really well, and there have only been a rare few occasions when he has had to put his foot down.
‣ But these rare occasion mainly consist of when you use to beg Simon to have ice cream for breakfast, or just something silly to the point that he got sick of your nagging.
‣ “Please Simon, just this once-“
‣ “No, Y/N! You said that last time. Now drop it.”
‣ There have definitely been times where neither of you can sleep, and now that you're older, you both just sit with each other in comfortable silence. Occasionally just putting a random film on in the living room, but most of the time you would just be at the kitchen table, with a bowl of cereal at like 2am. That is until, and this is 98% of the time, you fall asleep with your head on the table and Simon has to carry you to your room.
‣ When you got to the age where Simon was comfortable with you in the house on your own, you once mentioned to him that the first day of him being away was always the hardest, and that it felt really weird in the house.
‣ You both knew he couldn’t do much about that, but he tried little things to make it somewhat bearable.
‣ For instance, he knows one of your favourite things is leftover takeaway from when you two have one, so the night before every deployment, he always orders takeaway for dinner so that there is always some in the fridge for you on the first day of him being gone.
‣ It’s the little things that Simon does for you despite his mostly cold heart that mean the most to you.
‣ On long deployments, you write Simon letters for him to read. You do message him too, but prefer writing them, as you know be will write back, which you feel is more sincere. His letters are never as long or heartfelt as yours, but you know your brother, and that he loves you dearly.
‣ His replies would often be a few sentences, praising you on anything that you would mention about school or just exciting stuff in general, signing off with ‘Simon’, and a barely noticeable ‘x’ next to it.
‣ You keep every single one of the letters he sends back, your favourites being the ones that he would occasionally send to you, first. And secretly Simon does the same, keeping your letters tucked away in his bag under his bed.
‣ He tells you unless its an emergency, that you should stick to letters or texts, so that he can still stay focused with his job and that if you do one day call him, he knows straight away that it’s an urgent matter.
‣ There was one time when you forgot about the emergency rule, and called him to tell him you passed a test you had been stressing about.
‣ He was about to scream down the line asking what was wrong and where you were until you beat him to it with a loud “I PASSED SIMON, I PASSED THE TEST!”
‣ “That’s amazing Y/N, but you just scared the fucking life out of me.”
‣ “Oh crap. I forgot, sorry. But I passed!!!”
‣ "Great love. I'm proud of you. But next time stick it in a letter, yeah?"
I’m thinking just reblogging these onto my main should be okay? These will be at an all time minimum, so don’t worry! I’ve got plenty of f1 drafts that i cannot wait to get out to you guys!
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x bestfriend!reader (she/her)
Summary: During a family and friend gathering, you and your childhood best friend reminisce on the milestones you have both reached together.
Warnings: Quite a few repeated phrases, but not to the point its annoyingly frequent. Pure fluff
Word count: 1300+
A/N: Set in Daniel’s RedBull era, and he is single. Kinda rushed and shitty, let me know what you think!
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
You finally put the finishing touches to your light layer of make up. You shuffle back in your chair to buckle your block heel shoes up, that compliment your casual but classy floral dress perfectly. You decided to keep your hair down, it naturally swooping neatly behind you, and chose a small set of earrings to finish off the whole outfit.
Due to you being home at your parents for a few days, they decided to have a family friend get together, plus it was the early stages of summer and it so happened that most of your mum’s intended guests were free. You started to make your way downstairs as chatter began to fill the garden, where you and your mum had set up some tables and chairs before hand.
You weren’t aware of who the guest list included specifically, but had a clue. Old friends, distant family, etc. But as you walked down the stairs, it so happened that the last person you expected to be stood in front of you, was stood in front of you.
Daniel. Your Daniel.
“Y/N” he so naturally breathed out. He stood at the bottom of the stairs in a pair of beige trousers with a summery linen shirt on. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, even more than when he last saw you, about 4 years ago.
You couldn’t help the grin that adorned your face as you sped up your pace to jump into his arms, a chuckle leaving his lips as his arms go to wrap around you, yours resting around his neck.
“I’ve missed you so much!” You practically squeal, though muffled by your head being tucked into his shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too! How have you been?” Daniel asks with enthusiasm, you both pulling your heads back to smile at each other, your arms still round his neck and his placed round your waist.
“I’ve been good! You’ve been doing well in your races, I see?” You say with a smile.
A twinkle appeared in Daniel’s eye as he looked at you with love, “You watch my races?” He questions, tilting his head slightly in a gesture of surprise.
“Of course I do Daniel” you say matter of factly.
Daniel doesn’t reply, only pulling you into another tight embrace, partly to hide the blush he felt creep onto his cheeks, and his massive grin.
But your moment was cut short by your mother asking you to help take food out. Your mother secretly looked in awe at the two of you before grabbing your attention, as both yours and Daniel’s mothers knew deep down of the attraction between the you too, though you were both annoyingly oblivious to it.
You and Daniel both helped take the food out with your mum, before catching up with everyone else whilst eating. Though during, Daniel struggled to keep his eyes off of you. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, your smile, the way your hair sat perfectly behind you, everything. You were just perfect.
It came to later in the evening, most people having gone home, now leaving you and your parents, and the Ricciardo’s.
Yours’ parents were chatting with each other, leaving you and Daniel both huddled together under a blanket on the other side of the lounge set. It felt like it did years ago, when the ‘boring adult conversations’ came into play, leaving you and Daniel in each others company, becoming sleepy almost every time, and cuddling up to each other. Neither of you spoke, both in a comfortable silence as you lay your legs along the length of the seating, your back squeezed into Daniel’s side as a search for warmth, one of his arms along the seats as his other lay down your side, his hand placed delicately on your hip.
The sound of your mothers voice broke you out of your sleepy haze, looking up to her as she walked over to the two of you holding a book.
“I found this yesterday and thought you two could look through it as you haven’t seen each other in years” she says with a soft smile, handing you the book.
You two were confused at first until looking at the cover properly, nostalgia flooding back to you both as you realised it was your old photo album. You two put this together when you were about 15 years old, filled with every photo you two have together, updating it whenever either of you had new photos taken with each other. On the front you had both written your names in bright colours, it reading ‘Y/N and Daniel’s photos.’ You turned your head to grin at Daniel, his expression mimicking yours. Your turn back round to open the book, you two reliving memories as you turn each page.
"Omg we were so small" Daniel chuckles from behind you with a chuckle, pointing at a photo that was taken of the two of you when Daniel had just turned 4, and he got his first little Ferrari car. You and your family had gone round to give him his present, and your remember vividly his anticipation to show you his 'cool new car'. In the photo the two of you are squished together in the one single seat it had, both giving massive grins to the camera, your hands jumbled together in order to both hold onto the wheel.
"Yeah, I guess everyone is a Ferrari fan" you reply with a laugh, Daniel joining in as his mind goes to Vettel's famous line.
You carry on flicking through the book, pausing to look at your graduation photos. There was one specifically of you adjusting Daniel's cap midway through the shots as you remembered looking up to him at one point seeing it placed haphazardly on his head. The other photos of the day carried on like a flipbook, eventually finishing with a perfect shot of the both of you. Your arms around each others waists, your outer hand placed on his chest, both adorning the same grins on your faces as of which were in the former photos. Although you were there with him in the moment, it made you miss how often you saw him. But there is nothing you want more than for him to be happy, and if that means seeing him every few years, then so be it.
The time gap between each photo slowly grew as you flicked through the end of the book, saddening the both of you, though neither of you decided to mention it. Though you wouldn't believe it, Daniel thought of you everyday. He had always felt guilty about how he left, but knew you would hate it even more if he stayed for you. His announcement to you of him leaving for F1 was abrupt, and did hurt, but you couldn't be more proud of him and where he has gotten himself. You just wished that you could go with him.
The pages of photos slowly turned into empty slots, as you shut the book and placed it down on your lap. You and Daniel didn't converse after, being comfortable in each others company, your head leaning back to rest on his chest.
"You free next week?" Daniel questions suddenly, your interest piquing as you think about your plans for the next several days.
"Yeah, I think so, but you're racin-"
"Come to the Grand Prix" Daniel says, the question making you turn around abruptly, confusion written all over your face.
"What?" You ask, slightly out of shock.
Daniel chuckles at your reaction, "You're free, and the Grand Prix is here next week. First one of the season." he says almost freakishly calmly.
"Why?" You ask, almost confused as to why he wanted you there.
"Is it wrong for me to want you to see me race? You haven't been able to since I joined RedBull." he replies matter of factly, confused as to why you would even ask.
"I want you there with me. By my side." Daniel says softly. You almost crumble at his kind words. You smile delicately at him, the answer to his question vivid through no exchange of words, only the twinkle in your eye and your soft expression. Your faces now both adorn the same massive grins of which now lay as memories in the photo album.
Summary: It’s Lando’s little sisters wedding, and time has arrived for him to do his big brother speech.
Warnings: None, just soppy sibling fluff
Word count: 600+
A/N: Reader is 20
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
The sound of cutlery tapping on glass chimed through the wedding venue, everyone’s attention turning towards your mother as she announced that the speeches were going to take place. Your mum and dad spoke, both of them easily bringing you to tears. Everyone had a laugh during the best man’s speech, and last but not least your older brother Lando stood up to do his.
A smile adorned your face as Lando stepped towards his mum to take the mic, grinning at you before nervously looking down at his hands. Lando wouldn’t admit how nervous he was, although being his sister you could tell straight away. But it felt weird to him seeing his baby sister all grown up, but he knew you were happy, and that’s all that mattered to him. He discretely took a deep breathe, and looked up to everyone.
“As most of you know, I’m Y/N’s older brother, Lando. And with that, comes all the smiles and the tears, the giggles and the tantrums, the mistakes and the achievements. These memories and moments all coming together to form the beautiful young woman who is sat in front of us today” Lando speaks, sending you a soft smile.
“But for me, the most memorable moments were little Y/N’s big dreams. Growing up, Y/N always dreamt of being a princess, living in a big castle, and one day being swept away by a knight in shining armour. Someone to keep her safe, to love her, and to be there for her whenever she needed them. And of course, her only being young, I was in charge of being her knight in shining armour. So she would be there, sat on her bed in her princess dress, wearing a little plastic tiara, clutching a bear in one of her hands, and waiting for me to come and ‘save’ her. And, after counting to 30, I would swoop around the corner of the door in my tinfoil chestplate, strutt over to her bed, get her to jump onto my back, and take her downstairs into the kitchen, to live happily ever after, by the stove.” Laughter filled the room as you and Lando both looked at eachother with smiles. You remember these days vividly, them now being memories of which you will forever cherish.
“This would happen quite often, but I didn’t mind. Because in reality, I knew and still do know that my sister deserves nothing less than a proper prince to come and sweep her off of her feet, make her feel safe and loved, and live a happily ever after.” Some awes sounded around the room as Lando took a small pause, your eyes filling with tears over his kind words.
“But unfortunately for little Y/N, her princess story is more of a being saved by Shrek kind.” Lando cheekily adds, looking over to your husband as laughter erupts once again, yourself enjoying the brotherly joking between the two.
“Now in all seriousness, seeing you walk down the aisle in your own proper princess dress, ready to be swooped away by the love of your life, made me realise that you won’t always need your little old saviour. But I want you to know, Y/N, that I’ll always be here for you as your knight in tinfoil armour” Lando finishes with a bright smile, his own eyes shiny, tears escaping yours as you stand up to beckon him over, instantly embracing him in a hug as a small applause sounds from the guests.
“Love you” you murmur, your head rested on his shoulder.
“Love you too” he says with a chuckle, kissing your head and leaning back as everyone sat in awe at the sweet sibling moment.
Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader (she/her)
Summary: Lando is positive that he wants to spend the rest of his life with his girlfriend, but she doesn’t like fusses of any kind. So how is this gonna pan out?
Request: Inspiration by @f1girliesblog, thank you! This is only minorly inspired, so feel free to request again if you would like!
Warnings: None, pure fluff
Word count: 800+
A/N: Maybe a short part 2? Not really my best work, so let me know what you think!
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
From the moment Lando first saw you, he knew you were the one for him. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. You were on your own, sat at the bar of a nightclub in Monaco, and Lando couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Max, who came out with Lando, eventually caught on to his nigh-on gawking, and persuaded him to speak to you.
And he will forever be more than grateful for Max in that moment.
Because if Max hadn’t have practically shoved him out of his chair to go up and talk to you, Lando would have never met the love of his life.
And he would have never spent the last 4 years with you.
And, he wouldn’t be out in Monaco in the late hours of the evening, picking out a wedding ring for you. Lando and Max made a plan for you and Pietra to go out for a girls night, whilst Max helped your boyfriend pick out a ring. They looked through multiple options, until the jeweller pulled out one ring, and he instantly knew that it was the one. It was a simple silver banded ring, with a small diamond centre stone.
"That the one?" Max questions beside him, looking to his best friend, a smile adorning both of their faces. Max has always been fond of you, as you both get on well, and you and Pietra have grown close. And seeing Lando so happy and in love, really makes Max feels happy too.
"Yes, that's the one" Lando replies with a grin, looking up to the jeweller with a nod, to confirm his choice. He payed for the ring, and placed the small box into his pocket, walking out of the store. Him and Max now got in the car, and drove to the club at which you and Pietra were in.
Lando drove back to your shared apartment, as Max and P's home was just a minute walk from the club that you were at. His hand lay on your thigh, as your head rested on the window of the car, looking outside in a minorly tipsy state. Once you got to your building, Lando helped you out the car, up the stairs, and out of your clothes to finally lay together in your bed, his arms wrapped around you, with his head nuzzling into your neck.
"Goodnight baby, I love you" Lando whispers, laying a soft kiss behind your ear, his mind lingering on the small box he had swiftly put in his bedside drawer without you noticing.
"I love you too" you whisper back, a smile adorning your face as the warmth of his body against yours slowly lulls you into a peaceful sleep.
Your eyes opened to the warm light of the morning sun shining through a small gap in your curtains, your hands flying up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, letting a slow breath out as you turn over to your boyfriend.
You remove your hands from your eyes to look at him, and instantly feel the need to rub your eyes once again and do a double take.
Lando was leant up in bed beside you, his body facing yours as his left elbow is propped up so that he could see you clearly, and in his right hand, was a box, containing a beautiful silver ring.
An engagement ring.
Lando had a grin plastered on his face, as your eyes started to well up, finally processing what was happening.
"Baby" he says with a chuckle, "I love you so much" he proceeds, your hands once again flying up to your face, now to hide the tears welling up even quicker.
"Landooo, oh my goddd" you whine, trying to prepare yourself for the question you know he is about to ask. He loops a finger of his through yours to pull your hands away from your face, box still in his own, laughing again at your glossy eyes.
"Will you marry me?" Lando asks softly, his own eyes becoming glossy.
You look him in his eyes, and struggle to stop yourself from absolutely wailing.
"Yes" you answer, finally letting the tears fall, your arms going to wrap around his neck, Lando chuckling as he pulls you into a long and passionate kiss, his arms going to wrap around your waist, the box still clutched in his hand. You lean back off of him and he delicately places the ring on your finger. You both once again lean into eachothers touch to connect your lips once more, and in that moment, Lando knew that his life was officially complete.
fyi, while it’s totally fine and valid to not like someone or be annoyed by them, it is not totally fine and valid to talk shit about them and be super rude when they’ve done nothing wrong other than get on your nerves. don’t interact with them if you don’t want to — but don’t go being intentionally rude to them or make fun of them behind their back. that’s basically bullying, and you should know better.
Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader (she/her), Max Fewtrell x reader
Summary: Reader and Lando share a sweet moment on stream, that the fans absolutely crumble over.
Warnings: None, pure fluff
Word count: 600+
A/N: I'm not really sure about this one, so let me know what you think!
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
It was currently late on a Saturday night, and you were in the living room of Max's apartment, him and your boyfriend Lando on stream in the next room. You didn't mind at all though, as you and Lando hadn't been back home in the UK for a while, and you two had spent the day with your friends yesterday. You currently held a copy of Before the coffee gets cold in your hands, as you were finally coming to the last few pages of the book. A blanket lay over your legs, the only noise apparent coming from the TV playing at a low volume, and the muffled talking and laughs of Lando and Max from the next room.
You and Lando didn't have a secret relationship, but more of a private one. You came to any grand prix that you could, supporting him as much as possible whilst still working your own job, but didn't feel the need to put your relationship all over the internet. You appeared a lot on Lando's jgp account, which the fans absolutely adored, but that was the majority of which you were seen on social media, your own account being private.
So when it came to twitch streams, you preferred to stay out of the way and leave Lando and Max to it.
You just came to the last line of your book, and placed it at your side, taking a sip of the tea Lando had made you earlier. You put the mug back onto the side table, and tilted your head over the back of the sofa to look almost longingly to the door of which your boyfriend was. You wouldn't admit it, seeing that it has only been about 30 minutes, but you miss his touch. But you knew you didn't really want to be seen on the stream, so decided to leave it and just wait a little.
10 minutes passed, and you had decided that you were just going to have to pluck up the courage to appear on camera if you wanted your boyfriend. You got up from the sofa, put your now empty mug in the sink, and walked to the door, slowly pulling the handle down.
The boys stopped mid conversation to peer over at the door, just as you peeked your head round to see if you were in shot of the camera.
"You okay baby?" Lando asks, a smile playing at his lips.
"Yeah I just got bored" you reply with a chuckle, walking into the room, shutting the door behind you.
"Come here" He says, also with a chuckle, beckoning you over as he shuffles back in his chair, an arm held out towards you. You walk over to him, putting your hand in his, him softly pulling you down to sit on his lap. Your head naturally falls onto his shoulder, your face away from the stream as you shut your eyes, Lando's arms almost instinctively wrapping around your waist in an instance. Lando looks round at you, kissing your cheek before turning back to the stream. For a few minutes, him and Max carried on chatting, Lando absentmindedly dipping his hand underneath your top to trace random shapes on the bare skin of your lower back.
"Mate the chats going mad over you two" Max says with a chuckle, turning his head to look to Lando.
"What?" Lando laughs, shuffling closer to the chat screen on the chair, you lift your head up to also look.
Pretty much every single chat that popped up was about how adorable they found the interaction between you and Lando, though you struggled to read each one fully as they just kept flooding through. All you both did was laugh, Lando and you looking at each other, giving him the chance to place a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, which you happily reciprocated.
