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Never Pay A Penny - LN

Summary: Lando would never dare let his girlfriend pay for a thing even when she's fighting him on it.

Inspired by the new Landoscar video bc I thought Lando's reaction was hilarious. It's also just a little one.

No part 2 requests please

It's actually became a game of trying to figure out ways the she can get around Lando paying before she gets the chance. But admittedly sometimes she's going to lengths that when verbalised seem ridiculous just over who pays for the date.

"Why are you moving like that?" Lando questions in amusement as he notices y/n shifting in her seat.

"I'm not moving like anything." Y/n states while Lando smirks leaning back in his seat a little.

"Y/n, baby, you read like a book. Go to the toilet. You're not paying this bill." Lando sighs shaking his head at her while she huffs. "If I promise not to pay while you're in the bathroom, will you please go?"

"You've promised that before."

"That time they showed up the moment you left, I didn't want to be rude. But I promise you, if they show up then I'll turn them away and tell them I'm not ready to pay." Lando smiles not even sure how he's having to negotiate his girlfriend going to the bathroom just so she'll pee because she wants to have a shot to pay again. Even if she's there, she won't be paying and he will make sure of it.

Y/n hesitates before she finally gets up rushing off making him laugh and shake his head lightly as he watches her disappear.

She's gone for a couple minutes before she he watches her reappear but rather than heading towards the table, she's heading towards the bar.

"Ah, fuck." Lando curses stumble up and rushing to beat her there.

"I'd like to-" Y/n starts only for Lando's hand to press over her mouth, stopping her from the request for the bill.

"Hi, could I have our bill?" Lando smiles as y/n fights his hand muting her but he has ditched the gentlemanly persona he always has on for the date, especially in such an expensive restaurant, it's not exactly standard behaviour. Sadly on this occasion, Lando has overpowered y/n and almost got her in a headlock like hold.

"Of course." The waiter nods from behind the bar.

"You really thought that was going to work?" Lando whispers still not having released her from his hold but only enough to lean in and steal a kiss from her before as he taps his card to pay. "Better luck next time. You were close though. Almost."

"Thanks." Y/n grumbles making him smile brightly at her before he leans over and kisses her again but it's not quite so appreciated.

-

A new plan was in place for Lando when it came to approaching their current date which is actually a brunch date ahead of having arrived in Hungary.

He'd pre-paid for the whole date and told them any unspent excess can be a tip to the staff.

"How is it? Good?" Lando asks making her smile and nod as she eats a ham, cheese and spinach pastry.

"Yeah, better than I thought it would be to be honest." Y/n nods with a small hum offering him a bite which he takes with a grin. "You know, I have been thinking about this mission that I've been on."

"You're giving up?" Lando questions in amusement.

"Just for today....so for now." Y/n smiles making her smile at him lightly.

"That's good." Lando states leaning back.

"Why?"

"Because I had already sent the payment ahead of us even getting here." Lando smirks watching her jaw drop a little.

"It's really getting to that point?" Y/n laughs making him grin and nod since he's really not sorry. In fact he's already plotting other instances that he can start doing this.

"You're terrible."

"Am I?" Lando laughs earning a hum as she manages to reach over and steal a strawberry from his bowl.

"Yeah, I want to pay for some stuff too." Y/n pouts making Lando shrug unapologetically.

"I want to pay for everything consider it my way of taking care of you as much as possible." Lando smiles while she sighs a little.

"Go ahead and make it hard for me to hold it against you." Y/n jokes earning a grin.

-

Lando's plan to start adding to the list of things he wants to beat y/n to for paying is actually growing and spanning into other things.

"Lando Norris!" Y/n exclaims making him grin ready to reap the rewards of her brother

"Yes, my love?" Lando grins as y/n appears with a bouquet and a look of question seemingly wanting an explanation. "Those are some nice flowers. Lilies for this week?"

Y/n has got into the habit of buying flowers for the apartment in an attempt to not make the decor so...helmet heavy since there is a lot of his helmets that fill the apartment. Knowing that she goes to the same flower shop every week and so he's made a payment plan to pay every week and made sure the shopkeeper knows to never allow y/n to pay for anything.

Lando's bad identification of peonies actually successfully distracts her from why she came marching in here.

"There aren't lilies, they're peonies." Y/n frowns making Lando refrain from laughing at how easily he managed to get her mind away from the fact he paid for them.

"Oh, well they're very nice."

"Yeah-and you paid for them. How do you even think of paying for them?"

"I should really buy you flowers anyway, but you always beat me to getting them for you so I might as well at least cover the cost." Lando smiles watching her melt over his words since he definitely knows how to be a sweetheart when he wands to be.

"Ok. This is a sweet gesture...but I'm going to have to get you back and start paying for something like this." Y/n hums then sighing as she looks at the flowers with a soft smile before she finds them taken from her arms and placed down as Lando moves to hug her tightly.

"You know I love seeing you smile like that." Lando comments before managing to silence her with a kiss before she can reply. "I love you."

"I love you too." Y/n smiles lightly then leaning over and kissing him softly. "I love you a lot actually."

"Good, that's what I like to hear." Lando grins then sighing. "Ok, go set up your flowers. I can feel you itching to make them look all pretty and improve the apartment."

Y/n flashes a grin at him before bouncing and shifting away from him.

"Oh, and since we're talking about stuff I've paid for without you knowing. I got you that skin, make up box thing subscription for every month too."

"I'm actually not going to be mad about that. Because I love subscription boxes." Y/n states which does honestly make Lando feel like he's maybe onto something with this new piece of information.

Chatty catty.

Life in SkyHaven w/ Self-Aware!Caleb

Who would've thought your first three days in SkyHaven would be like this? Actually you never even thought being in SkyHaven was possible yet here you are. Self-aware!Caleb x Emotionally-torn!Player A/N: Well part 3 is here. I thought Sylus would be first buuuuut you know what it's fine. pt. 1 ..... pt. 2

Three days have passed since Caleb left you in this fully furnished prison. His place was comfortable, but the atmosphere was cold. You found yourself counting the minutes which only made time tick by slower. He didn’t tell you exactly when he would be back, but you could estimate.

Should only be a few more hours before you get to see that handsome face of his. Also only a few more hours before you shove your foot so far up his ass he’ll be tasting nail polish for the next three months. You’re passed angry with this man — absolutely livid! Not only does he kidnap you and drug you, but he has the audacity to leave for three fucking days right after?

I’ll kill him.

He thought he was slick by setting up his guest room to perfectly resemble yours back home. Even down to the exact same books you had on your shelves. It’s almost like he’d perfectly planned this so you would be grateful that he took the time to get everything that you liked so you wouldn’t be upset about being stuck here.

What do I mean ‘almost’ that’s definitely what he did.

After the first night of sleeping in that imposter room you were so happy to wake up and see ‘your room’ that you actually believed the entire debacle was just a dream. Your joy was fleeting when you turned and saw those damn floor to ceiling windows. You could practically feel your soul shatter at the realization. That’s when you decided to sleep in Calebs room.

You woke up this morning in his bed as expected and sat up turning to stare out the window taking in the vast city of SkyHaven. A small ember of hope gnawed at you, but it was quickly pushed down. “Prepare for the worst and you won’t be disappointed….” You sighed, falling back into the plush pillows of Calebs bed. “I should get up” You’d hate to admit it, but damn was his bed comfortable if your stomach wasn’t growling you’d probably spend another few hours rotting in bed.

You wrapped the plush blanket around yourself and detoured to sit by the window for a little while. You sighed as you watched the everyday civilians below go about their day unbeknownst to them they had a foreigner watching their every move; trapped just a few stories above them wishing she could walk around freely like they do. In just three days you noticed a few patterns among them.

The sophisticated dark haired man who stops in the corner bakery every morning and sits alone.

The two teens running to catch the bus. How are they always late?

The old man who pushes his wheelchair bound — you assume wife — slowly through the park as he makes her giggle.

You kissed your teeth and slammed your fist against the window willing it to break, but your efforts were in vain. You glance over your shoulder to examine the mess you've left in Calebs room. Clothes strewn about making the room look like a tornado came through here. You hate that you find comfort by sleeping in his bed and since you can’t take it out on him the next best option was his room. You've left your mark everywhere disturbing the inhuman cleanliness he had. Could that be because he’s usually barely here? Possibly, but you don’t care it gives you a sense of power ruining his personal space.

However, his scent clings to his pillows and sheets lulling you to sleep. It feels like you’re being held in a loving embrace as you drift off into a lonely slumber. “I hate him so much, but I can’t deny that I do have feelings for that man” You mumble to no one, but yourself because who else is there to talk to? You stand throwing the blanket on the floor and head out of the room. “Doesn’t negate the fact that he’s fucked up for leaving me here”

Although you've kept yourself entertained while being here you can’t help, but miss home. You miss your friends, you miss your bed and you miss your fucking kitchen where you knew where shit was. Calebs kitchen is like a spaceship — three days and you still struggle to find anything in this bitch.

You went about your day as usual.

Eat breakfast….

Shower…..

Watch TV….

Read a book…..

Stare out the window…..

You find yourself jumping at any noise that passes by the front door. ‘Is he back early?’ ‘Is that him?’ then the sound fades and you’re left alone once again.

You curl up into your usual spot on the couch and crack open a book. The sun is starting to set now and you can’t help, but wonder if you'll have to spend another day here in this foreign place alone. SkyHaven truly is a sight to behold — you probably would have loved to explore and see what this place has to offer, but now you just want to go home. You can feel tears stinging the back of your eyes as you watch the sun dip below the horizon. Is he punishing me because I was mean to him? Should I have been nicer? At least the sunset is pretty.

You let your tears flow freely down your face — crying silently.

You turned on the lamp by the couch and tried to immerse back into your book, but you were interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to stifle your sniffling.

“Are you cryin'?” You had little time to react before you were smothered by Caleb in a tight, but gentle hug. “What happened?” He pulled back — wiping a stray tear from your already soaked cheek. You’re sure you look a mess in your current state and yet here he is looking at you like you're the most precious thing to ever exist. You reached a hand up slowly dragging your fingertips across his face just to make sure he was real. “I told you I'd be back in three days” He smiled as he nuzzled into the palm of your hand — giving it a chaste kiss.

“Caleb….” You felt some sense of relief having him in front of you again after three days of forced solitude. You graciously raised your hand and swung with everything in you — connecting with his cheek so hard it made your hand sting. For a lack of better words — you slapped the shit out of him.

Caleb who was previously sitting next to you on the couch was now sprawled on the floor rubbing his face. You stood over him — anger practically burning you alive “Why am I crying!?” The gall. The audacity. “I was kidnapped, drugged and then left to rot here while you were off with the Farspace Fleet finger poppin' each others assholes!”

Caleb looked up at you before dropping his head and chuckling silently to himself. “What’s so funny about that?” You pushed him onto his back with your foot trying to get a good look at his face. “You’re just very cute when you’re angry pipsqueak” Cute? He finds this all cute right now? Unbelievable. You turned on your heels and stormed out of the living room. You could hear his footsteps rapidly following behind you. Out of habit you stormed into his room and tried to slam the door behind you, but failed when Caleb was already there to catch the door with his foot. “Okay okay I’m sorry I'll explain myself”

You plopped down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other while gesturing for him to hurry up and start talking “It’s not like I can really go anywhere so go ahead” Caleb approached slowly — sinking to his knees and sitting back on his heels in front of you. Seeing him like this made your heart race and you did your best to remain composed. He stared up at you with those big amethyst eyes — they’re not helping your erratic heartbeat. “Did you trash my room because you’re mad at me?” His fingertips gently brushed your calf, giving you goosebumps, before settling on your knee. You swatted his hand away “Don’t touch me and stay focused”

Caleb chuckled as he ignored your demand and grabbed your foot proceeding to give you a foot massage. “For starters I didn’t drug you”

“Yes you di- ah!”

Caleb tickled your foot making your voice hitch “Your body didn’t respond well to the amount of g-force it took to get here which is why you slept for almost a full day when I got you here” A day? He uncrossed your leg so he could easily get to your other foot. “I imagine the shock you got from waking up here caused your adrenaline levels to spike and once you calmed down that adrenaline dump caused you to faint” The look in his eye seemed sincere, but you’d have to be naïve to believe him off rip. “I would never hurt you” He rested his chin on your thighs — those big amethyst eyes pleading with your angry ones. He actually looks like a puppy right now.

“You look like a kicked puppy” You deadpanned.

“You look gorgeous from this angle” He switched from a sad puppy to a lovesick puppy so fast it almost had your head spinning. “You’re always gorgeous though”

“You can’t sway me that easily Caleb” You shoved him by his forehead off your thigh and stood to your feet. “Even if you are telling the truth you still left me here for three days” You seethed “That’s fucked up and I didn’t appreciate it”

Caleb shifted so he was leaning with his back against the bed frame. “I had a routine patrol” His tone was even and relaxed like you were just supposed to be okay with that answer.

“So why not wait until after your patrol?” A familiar knot formed in your throat as you anger built up — no way you’re about to start crying right now. You swallowed hard and regained your composure. Caleb noticed the shaky breath you let out and it made something heavy settle in the pit of his stomach. He slowly got to his feet moving towards you. You stepped back wanting trying to keep him at arms length. “You deliberately brought me here and then left like it was nothing”

“Once I figured out how to bring you here why would I wait?” Calebs words were cold, but his voice was soft and his touch was even softer as he gripped your waist willing you to come closer. “I’m real now so we can be together according to your rules” You fought against his hold and repeatedly punched him in the chest. “I hate you so fucking much you lizard built bitch if you ever have no haters then I'm fucking dead” Part of you is hoping these hits are caving his chest in and the other part just wants to fall into him, but you’re so torn and it’s his fault.

By the time you calm down you realize your face is pressed into his chest. His arms are wrapped tightly around you and a gentle hand rubs your back. You hate to admit it, but being in this moment is the most comfort you've had in days. Nothing could stop the way you’re melting in his arms — fuck. “You can punch me a few more times if it will make you feel better” You want to, you really want to, but damn does being in his arms feel like a safe haven.

How can someone so unnerving be so comforting at the same time?

You sniffled and purposely rubbed your nose onto his uniform. Your last little bit of revenge on him. “I’m done I tired myself out”

The two of you stood there in an oddly comfortable silence. Caleb only held you tighter when you tried to slip away. He was the first to break the silence “Are you hungry? I can cook you something special” without looking at him you quietly nodded your head. Having a meal specially prepared for you sounded nice and you figured it’s a good way to have an actual conversation. “Since you so graciously got snot all over my uniform i’m going to shower and then get started on your dinner”

He turned on his heels, but not before placing the softest kiss on your forehead. It took everything in you not to recoil or tense up — you want him to think you trust him completely if you plan on getting any actual information out of him.

“I hate that your cooking is so good” You didn’t anticipate the fact that you’d end up scarfing down his food like a heathen when you agreed to have dinner with him. You didn’t even get to ask any of your questions. You wiped your mouth with a napkin and dropped it onto the plate, signaling to Caleb that you were full.

“You hate it, but you cleaned the plate” He snickered as he grabbed your plate and replaced it with a slice of warm apple pie topped with ice cream. Your mouth practically watered when the intoxicating aroma hit your nose. “Still have room for dessert?” You looked at him for the first time since you two sat down for dinner and the sudden movement shocked Caleb. You keep falling into this never ending loop of falling under this alluring spell of his whenever he’s close. The way his eyes sparkle when your gaze meets his shouldn’t have your heart racing, but here you are.

Memories of the kiss you two shared three days ago replay in your head and you find yourself hoping he closes the distance. “Well?”

“What?” You blinked rapidly.

“Do you still have room for dessert?”

You looked back down at the dish in front of you; you could tell it was going to be immaculate. “Of course there’s always room for dessert” You slid the bowl closer as Caleb moved around the table taking his seat next to you again. “I do have questions Caleb and I'm still mad at you”

“Then let’s go over each grievance one at a time pipsqueak” He pinched your nose making you swat his hand away. “You’re so cute”

You start dramatically scooting your chair away which probably is not helping your case, but who cares. “You need to take me seriously” You stabbed your spoon into the pie making sure to get a good apples to crust to ice cream ratio when suddenly Caleb drags your chair back to him — even closer than before.

Caleb: I’m listenin' You: How did you make a carbon copy of my room? Caleb: I could see it durin' our video chats You: Ok creepy … Did you put something in those flowers? Caleb: No you had a panic attack You: Do my friends and family know where I am? Caleb: I pulled some string with them don't worry You: That was incredibly vague what about my job? Caleb: Your job thinks you're on vacation which by the way thanks for lettin' your vacation time stack up you have enough time to be here for a month You: Im not staying for a month and don’t I need clearance to be here? Caleb: Of course that’s why you’re my Adjutant

You drew back in shock, choking on your food in the process “I’m what!?”

“My adjutant” Caleb so graciously repeated as if you actually didn’t hear him the first time. “No one will even dare to think about questioning you” He beamed at you while he spoke “See? I took care of everything”

“What if I don’t want to do that? I can walk out that door right now!”

“And go where?” His beaming smile shrunk into a cocky smirk. “How exactly do you plan on getting home?” His words were said with a smile, but the look in his eyes was cold. His demeanor sent shivers down your spine causing you to instinctively lean away. He must’ve seen the fear in your eyes because his gaze melted and nothing, but yearning pooled in those captivating eyes of his. “Let me make up for those three days”

“Caleb let me go” You whispered.

He cupped your face and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs “I’ll do anything, but that”

She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes

A/N: I’m going to be real; I miss Steve’s loser in a sailor uniform era. I’m not sure how I feel about the return of King Steve but well. Don’t even get me started how much I hated the forced throat fucking that is the Duffers trying to make Stancy a thing again. Despite all that, I’m happy to have our baby boy back. 

Warnings: Smut. Road Head. Steve getting his shit verbally rocked. 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been on like, a hundred shitty dates this month alone. He really doesn’t expect his date with you to be any different. 

The movie the two of you had gone to see was garbage. Zombiethon. Literally as horrible as it sounds, you’d pushed for that new Demi Moore flick but Steve had become a bit of a movie connoisseur since working at the Family Video.

A bit of a douche too, but then like. Hadn’t he always been one?  You’re contemplating why you’d accepted the date at all while he pokes at his coke float with a straw. The diner is in full rage, loud enough that it drowns out any chance of conversation- 

Steve’s corny pick up lines are lost to the hustle and bustle, drowned out by the jukebox and old team mates coming up to pay homage to the former King of Hawkins High himself. 

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The Beautiful Ones - Series Masterlist

College Frat Boy! Steve Rogers x Female Reader / Sorority! Carol Danvers x Female Reader x Sorority! Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, D/s, harassment, angst, bullying, spanking, voyeurism, public sex, oral sex (both f and m receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary | With your boyfriend being distant and being rejected from the sorority you were hoping to get into, life takes a turn when the two sorority sisters who broke the news decide they want to be friends and make it up to you.

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i am sick of these kind of “fans”

you are absolutely disrespectful and rude, like can we all just agree that people have to stop judging a driver's personal lives. your job as a fan is to enjoy watching them drive and interact on the track. THAT IS IT. stop acting like you have a fucking say with regard to someone’s lifestyle. shame on you for acting like you were saying something unworldly. you sound like a jackass and i hope you understand that being judgmental and an absolute jerk will bite you in the ass.

this is an account on instagram and i am just absolutely flabbergasted at how horrible and toxic people can be

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Written Fics

Borrowed Time

Breaking Point

Changing Lanes

Danger Noodles

Daydream

Eurovisionaries

Fairytale

Family Feud

Fit for a Queen

Gilded Cage

Head Over Heels

Inked

Lessons in Anatomy

Prove Them Wrong

Roll the Dice

The Center Cannot Hold

Ties That Bind

Under the Influence

Your Friend Steve

Social Media AUs

In My Blood (series with Senna!Reader)

architect!Reader

author!Reader

black!Reader

Brazilian!Reader

celebrity crush!Reader

CEO!Reader

college student!Reader

crazy rich!Reader

endurance driver!Reader

fashion designer!Reader

fan!Reader

Ferrari driver!Reader

Ferrari engineer!Reader

Ferrari team principal!Reader

footballer!Reader

girlfriend!Reader

Horner!Reader

Måneskin!Reader

model!Reader

nepo baby!Reader

Newey!Reader

newlywed!Reader Part I

newlywed!Reader Part II

New Year’s Edition

pop star!Reader

pop star!Reader II

Princess of Monaco!Reader

pr manager!Reader

protective!Reader

revenge era!Reader

royal!Reader

Sainz!Reader

scandalous!Reader

shameless!Reader

single mother!Reader

socialite!Reader

Vettel!Reader

widow!Reader

wife!Reader

Wolff!Reader

Wolff!Reader II

Wolff!Reader x Max Verstappen

Between A Rock & A Hard Place - Max Verstappen

Summary: With Monza seeing her brother take the win, y/n wants to celebrate. But her new husband is on his longest losing streak for years and he seems certain there's no light at the end of the tunnel. Now she has to try and balance celebrations and comforting.

Leclerc turned Verstappen!reader

Word count: 4k

No part 2 requests please

With the whole of the Leclerc family being at Monza in support of Charles in Ferrari's home race, y/n did have to apologise to Max and inform him that she would be in the Ferrari garage for the weekend just to be there with her family.

And Max, of course, understands because Ferrari hasn't looked to impressive really and no one is expecting much so the more support the better in that court.

"So skin is on show for Monza." Max hums once y/n is dressed and tries to take a picture that is showing her bra.

"You can always feel free to show skin. God know I enjoy when you do." Y/n smiles then sighing as she moves over to him. "Are you sure it's ok that I'm in Ferrari's garage?"

"Yeah, the whole family is there. It's important to Charles too." Max states earning a small nod as his hands move to start buttoning up her top. "Probably best not to have all that skin on show. Your mum definitely wouldn't be happy."

"So protective." Y/n jokes making him hum before he leans down and kisses her, an action she absolutely melts into.

There was a lot of controversy when it came to y/n and Max dating, hell even Charles thought y/n was trying to do it to hurt him. But then...then he saw the way they looked at each other. It was like y/n and Max complete a part of each other they'd not even known was missing till they became such significant people in each other's lives. And when Max proposed, that surprised no one. Mainly because he'd actually asked each of her brother's for permission and while Lorenzo and Charles said yes immediately, Arthur did slightly abuse his privilege but eventually stopped messing Max around and said yes. Of course Pascale was asked before any of the brothers and since she does actually adore the way y/n is treated by the Dutchman, she said yes not even needing him to finish the question..

"I love you." Y/n sighs dreamily as he pulls back form the kiss.

"I love you too. Even when you spend the weekend with Ferrari." Max teases making her grin at him while he holds her waist, satisfied her modesty is back intact with her bra no longer on show. "You can go back to wearing red but you'll still have the Verstappen name now."

"You'll never stop being cocky about that." Y/n snorts shaking her head.

They actually got married over the summer break, only 2 days in which definitely left a lot of room for stress over just how little time they had to actually be ready. Thought y/n wasn't in Spa since she did actually try to make the time to make sure she was ready. But she didn't want a winter wedding and that meant summer was the only other option to allow time for a honeymoon.

"The first race you're attending as a Verstappen and you're not even bothering to support me. The betrayal." Max joking cries out making her roll her eyes as she laughs. "The rest of the season and all races from now on you're officially committing to the cause."

"You have my word."

"Should've had it written into our vows." Max hums earning a snort before she shifts around.

"Shall we get going?" Y/n asks making him groan a little pulling her shirt away from her chest since he left the top few buttons undone and looks down to admire her boobs for a few seconds then moving back and smile while she looks at him with mild amusement dancing behind her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm set." Max smiles brightly then kissing her softly and linking their hands and lifting her hand as he kisses over her rings which has been his favourite gesture of affection since he gave her the engagement ring, but now the wedding band is on there too he is absolutely taking every opportunity to kiss over them as often as he can.

-

Y/n entered with Max and she did spend a couple hours with him in Red Bull since there was a lot of the team that didn't get to attend the wedding due to it really being a very private and small affair but they do have gifts and want to congratulate the newly weds.

"One less Leclerc and one more Verstappen." Daniel comments, actually having been in attendance at the wedding but he just so happened to be in the Red Bull unit talking to Helmut. "If you have like 5 kids, that could be a quarter of the grid in the future with hybrid Leclerc-Verstappen blood."

"Sounds like absolute chaos-and five kids? What kind of woman do you think I am?" Y/n chokes out making Dance;'s gaze flick to a protective looking Max.

"The type of woman who wouldn't just have kids to fill the F1 grid." Daniel states earning a small nod of approval from his friend while y/n notices his gaze and looks back at Max before taking at him.

"Don't be scaring your friend-and you-Daniel, you don't be scared of Max." Y/n laughs making Daniel laugh while Max sighs then she puffs out a breath when her phone goes off knowing exactly who it is and what and Max bounces his leg under her since she's sitting in his lap.

"Go see them. I don't need to make a bad impression after getting myself this far." Max while y/n hums. "You can take a can of Red Bull with you to remember your amazing husband by."

"He's never going to shut up about that now." Y/n comments to Daniel who smiles.

For him it's actually really nice seeing Max having found someone who he looks at with more love than he's even looked at his the title trophy with. Y/n could probably say "please quit F1 and stay home with me" and Max wouldn't even hesitate, at least that's what Daniel thinks he'd do and he's fairly confident on it.

"That's alright, I'll spread the word. It's not Max Verstappen anymore. It's Y/n Verstappen's husband." Daniel states and unsurprisingly Max is glowing over just that statement. Any mention of being her husband is like telling him the dream came true. And really it did.

"I should go. I'll find you at the end of the day, or just call me and wait." Y/n sighs as the Leclerc family group chat goes off. Max is actually part of a wider family group chat that includes all the partners, but there's the blood only group chat that is questioning where she is and when she'll be joining them.

"I will." Max nods as she stands up and leans over kissing him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I love you, Daniel."

"That's right. Love you, have fun with the family." Daniel smiles giving her a one armed hug before she walks out tapping away at her phone to inform her family she's on her way. Meanwhile Daniel looks at his friend. "I mean it though, your kids will be like...the perfect combination. If people got bored of your 2023 season, they'll be crying when mini Max comes in."

"I'm actually concerned about what he brothers will do when they have to confront the fact we do actually have sex and I did get her pregnant...but that's not yet." Max admits making Daniel laugh since he completely understands that concern. "We've got some time before then."

"So it definitely wasn't a shotgun wedding." Daniel chuckles while Max hums before the two part for getting on with their days.

-

Now if there's one thing y/n is used to. It's the princess treatment. As the only girl among 3 brothers and it hasn't changed now she's married to a man who admittedly upgraded her from princess to Queen treatment, yes that's with a capital Q vs a lower case p.

However, that doesn't stop her from still getting princess treatment with her brothers in Max's absence. So Arthur is carrying y/n on his back into the Ferrari garage for qualifying and she's sitting with her family watching Charles together.

"How's Max feeling about it?" Pascale asks making y/n look at her slightly surprised of the question.

Mainly because she doesn't know.

Despite F1 being literally why they're there, the biggest part of Max's life and the whole reason they met at all. Y/n and Max really don't talk about it that much and while she is very much aware of what's happening with her husband's team and how it's looking, it just never crosses her mind to ask him when he's around.

"I don't really no. He didn't mention it." Y/n shrugs earning a frown from her mum.

Pascale loves Max like a son now and she has embraced him into the family but sometimes as much as she sees the pure love that is shared between him and y/n, the dynamic between them doesn't always make sense to her. She seems to have discussed F1 with Max more than y/n has.

But really Max prefers it that way, he likes that y/n doesn't want everything to be about work. As much as he appreciates the interest from Pascale in his career as well as focusing on supporting her actual son in his. One of the thing he loves about y/n is that she doesn't even notice that she's talking about everything but work.

"It's Max, he always get the most out the car." Y/n smiles since she never has any doubt in Max's abilities in a Red Bull.

However, she maybe is a little surprised when qualifying happens and her husband finishes ending up P7. Both McLarens, Ferraris and Mercedes were all above the Red Bull and Max's Q2 time was better than his Q3 although compared to the top 6 Q3 times, he'd still have been in P7 because of just how close the margin was. Lando on pole managed to pull just over a tenth on Oscar in P2 but P2 to P6 was less than a tenth.

Charles gets out the car almost in a Ferrari red rage. So upset that y/n has to wonder how he can be so harsh on himself. He's on the second row. It's certainly not the worst qualifying he's had this year. Y/n is much more concerned about Max really because P7 is definitely not good enough for him. He'll be brutal in interviews and he won't be taking the responsibility because really the car has started going backwards with upgrades.

They exit the garage for the day Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo seeming to decide they don't want to discuss F1 that much anymore. After all Charles sets the mood and his mood is unhappy.

"Guess that's two moody men I'll have to deal with." Y/n sighs shaking her head as Arthur hums. "Maybe tomorrow will be better for them."

"That's wishful thinking." Arthur confirms making her wince as they step into Ferrari and despite the mood, y/n finds some of the Ferrari staff rushing when they spot to her, wanting to congratulate her in very excited Italian. "Enjoy your celebrations."

Y/n looks at her younger brother, rolling her eyes before she indulges the excited Ferrari staff since it seems to be her newly wed status is their only source of good news.

-

"I can stay with you if you need. God knows Charles won't notice." Y/n offers as they get out Max's car arriving at the paddock.

"No. No. You don't want to anger the Tifosi." Max states shaking his head since he knows she has actually got a little heat online from the Tifosi for marrying the enemy. Even though many of them enjoy Charles' rivalry but they definitely didn't enjoy her marrying the opposition.

"That's true." Y/n sighs knowing he's right.

"And your family will still want you there." Max smiles then moving towards her and kissing her as he once again links their hand beginning to walk to them to the entrance. "We can have breakfast together though?"

"That sounds good to me." Y/n confirms since she loves a quieter breakfast.

Ferrari in Monza is always electric with energy and a little intense because everyone just wants things to go well. First think in the morning it can just be a little early in the day to drain all that energy.

Plus for Max's side he likes to make sure she's eating and well fed. It's just one of the protective parts of Max that he prefers to settle before she's going to leave him.

-

Y/n didn't really see Charles much until right before the race when he saw her among the rest of their family in the garage and he seemed to smile in surprise of her being there.

"I thought you might stick with Red Bull." Charles comments leaning over and kissing her on each cheek. "He is your husband."

"He said he wants me to be here with you and Ferrari-and I want to be here with you and Ferrari." Y/n states earning a small chuckle at her quick save. "Go win it so I don't regret leaving my husband in his time of need."

"What about my time of need?"

"You have the whole family, Alex and Leo all here." Y/n laughs earning a huff but he knows she's right. "Go on then, I don't want blame for you being behind on schedule."

Charles moves off while Alex makes a comment about how Charles was actually saying that he didn't think she'd be there because he expected her to prioritise Max from now on. Apparently he was a little sad at the thought of losing his little sister's undivided support.

Well that's a little heartbreaking.

Something she'll definitely have to sit down with Charles, who is the busiest man on the planet even not in Monza so it'll have to wait, and just have a talk.

The run up to the race can always feel like a bit of a drag but eventually they get to the race start and the Ferarri garage is almost silent in focus as they watch the cars line up after the formation lap.

Both Charles and Carlos are in places that could see some improvement. But this whole weekend has been hard to predict who will do well beyond the McLarens who are obvious on their own level.

And as usual with a race start, but especially the Monza race start, y/n holds her breath watching the footage of both Max and Charles with care eyes. They get off alright, nothing amazing and going through the first chicane everyone gets through and Lando breaks his bad habit of losing pole in the first corner.

Though that's quickly rectified when Oscar pulls off an over take that is beautiful but ultimately loses the team the 1-2 they could've maintained because he catches Lando off guard and Charles goes flying past him too.

Y/n almost wants to feel bad for McLaren and no doubt that move will be a talking point following the race but like the rest of her family, their blood isn't just red it's rosso corsa. So she's too caught up in cheering with the rest of the lively garage.

And then the race goes on and suddenly y/n is talking to Arthur questioning the choice of a 1 stopper given the rest of the teams are so completely dead set on a 2 stopper.

But suddenly Charles has maintained the net lead and Carlos is a little further back struggling but Charles is just flying. Y/n's hand is even linked to Alex's as they reach the last few laps where both McLarens have overtaken Carlos who tried his best to fight them to protect Charles, but Oscar is slowly cutting that gap down. However, he's not doing it fast enough.

And then Charles crosses the line, still safe by a couple seconds and the garage is in uproar. Y/n and Alex hugging before moving to hug the rest of the family before they rush from the garage.

They get out to celebrate and when Charles finally pulls up after a very slow in lap since he was relishing in the crowds adoration for the Ferrari win on Italian tarmac.

Y/n did mentally note that Max got P6, something he won't be over ecstatic about.

But what makes her melt and brings tears of joy to her eyes is watching Max walk over and congratulate Charles who hasn't even taken his helmet off. Max really was quick and he moves over to y/n afterwards kissing her softly.

"You did good."

"I'll see you later."

"Yes. You will." Y/n confirms making him smile before he lifts her hand once again kissing over the rings and giving a small wave to the crowd who seem to be shouting for both his and y/n's attention.

-

With Charles in the chaos of a Ferrari Monza win, y/n was sort of just left doing all sorts of things. Y/n, Alex and the rest of the family are huddled away in the unit just waiting.

"Do you think it'd be alright if I just snuck away to check on Max?" Y/n mumbles looking at Pascale.

"Y/n, you are a married woman and an adult. You do not need to ask to see your husband." Pascale points out making Lorenzo and Arthur laugh at their sister while y/n huffs a little.

"Was just trying to be polite." Y/n mumbles then kissing her mum on either cheek and promising not to be long before she gets up walking out and texting Rupert to find out if he's with Max and if Max is available to talk for a moment.

That gets a quick response that he's in the debrief where she'd certainly be a welcome face if Max's expression reads well. So she jogs over to Red Bull and walks in greeting Christian and Helmut before she gets upstairs and finds Max with GP.

"Hey, where's my smiley husband gone?" Y/n smiles watching his face brighten from the frown, clearly not having been given a heads up of her being there and GP even seems a little relieved by her presence, which is a bad sign since usually they don't want a partner coming over."

"Are you not supposed to be neck deep in Ferrari celebrations?" Max asks as she sets herself down in his lap.

"I will be attending the celebrations for a little, but I'm not going to stay the whole time if you'd be alright waiting for me? If not it'll be fine, I'll just stay in the hotel and fly back over tomorrow."

"No. I can wait. That's fine." Max shrugs earning a small smile before she kisses him.

"How's it looking in this camp?" Y/n asks making him sigh and shake his head. "GP?"

"I don't want to comment." GP states which only makes y/n look at her husband.

"I don't have to go out celebrating, god knows Charles won't notice if I'm missing."

"He's your brother and...I'm stealing you for the rest of the season. So you have to go." Max states shaking his head while she rubs her hand through his hair. "Just call me and I can pick you up, we can head straight to the airport when you're done."

Now y/n's instinct is to offer him to join her for the celebrations. But she isn't dim. Max is in no celebrating mood. The championships are both slipping away from him. Though Ferrari did him a favour by preventing a McLaren win and McLaren did themselves a lovely job at not implementing team orders like every single other person in the world is telling them to. You know it's a bad day when F1 fans are agreeing with Will Buxton.

"Ok. Well I just wanted to come see you and make sure you at least weren't in a fist fight with GP just get some aggression out." Y/n smiles then practically reading Max's mind as a spark of perversion appears behind his eyes. No doubt thinking of ways he would like to get any aggression out and actually they include her and being alone.

If Charles hadn't won, they'd probably be gone by now and she'd be left in a bed bound state by tomorrow morning. Maybe she still will be since she's only staying out for an hour or 2.

"Still in honeymoon mode." Y/n states then standing up and looking at poor GP who looks like he doesn't want to know. "I'll see you later, you get home safe GP."

-

As y/n predicted, she was the last person Charles was thinking about in his celebrations, but Arthur and Lorenzo were there with her. Pascale had asked to go back to Monaco with y/n and Max, which Max immediately agreed to.

They stayed for a bit before finally getting to Charles and letting him know they'd be leaving and with him deep in celebration mode. He's not too shocked or hurt for their early departure.

"I think if he hadn't won, years would've been taken off my life." Pascale comments as they walk out looking for Max's car. He's not driving since he's definitely had enough time behind the wheel for now but he is coming to pick them up.

"Think about how I felt in Zandvoort." Y/n sighs making Pascale smile softly before she squeezes y/n's hand. "Ah there he is."

Y/n moves over spotting the SUV before she moves over while Max climbs out greeting the two women.

"Hey, sorry I took a little longer than intended." Y/n smiles as Pascale climbs into the front passenger seat as y/n and Max reunite. "And thank you for letting my mum come along."

"She's family. I would've offered them all a flight home if they needed it." Max states then noticing some photographers spotting the two of them. "Let's get moving."

"Ok. Are you at least feeling a little better?"

"I'll feel much better when we're home and I get to follow through on what you were talking about earlier." Max smirks before she climbs in and with her mum not being able to see Max makes a shameless grab at her ass and she gasps at the action before he climbs in after her. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Y/n hums beginning to feel like bringing her mum might've actually been a mistake since Max has clearly got intentions for when they get home to help himself feel better and while she's happy to oblige. He can't getting impatient with her poor mum there as witness.

She did end up hearing from some other party-goers that Max had been very upset in the media and seemed uninterested in even suggesting that he'd have a chance at another win. And while that will please a few people, y/n knows that it's hitting Max hard. Losing his winning streak in Zandvoort to Lando who is now challenging for the title. In fact Lando's wins have both been at tracks that since on their current stint on the calendar, Max had 100% win record at.

"You need to behave till we're home." Y/n whispers earning a grin.

"I just want to celebrate your brother's win." Max shrugs innocently somewhat relieving y/n that he's not dwelling on it for now. No doubt he'll be unhappy in the coming days when he tinks about it, but he'll shake it off and be ready for Baku...which is just about one of Charles' best tracks (not counting his iconic 2019 moment) and might just see another Ferrari win if the car suits.