#luke + max

[rana030]

Can someone explain to me why everyone likes to describe their readers as innocent, shy, with no social skills whatsoever??? I want a more outgoing!reader with a bit of personality if you know what i mean.

If you guys have any recommendations please drop them in the comments.

[whoresforhealy]

hockey 　 & 　 f1 　 p ! links 　 — 　 18 + 　 content

!! 　 THESE ARE LITERAL PORN LINKS, MDNI 　 !!

includes: 　charles leclerc 　 carlos sainz 　 　 　 max verstappen 　 oscar piastri 　 lando norris 　 　 quinn hughes 　 luke hughes 　 jack hughes 　 　 mitch marner 　 franco colapinto 　 .

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tw 　 some 　 captions 　 of 　 the 　 tweets 　 pertain 　 to 　 topics 　 i 　 don’t 　 write 　 please 　 ignore 　 them 　 !!

most 　 of 　 these 　 do 　 not 　 look 　 like 　 the 　 drivers 　 / 　 players! 　 they 　 are 　 concepts, 　 feel 　 free 　 to 　 send 　 in 　 links 　 for 　 me 　 to 　 add 　 !

last updated : 16th of march 2025

charles leclerc

sub!charles being rewarded after his win — sauber era

munch!charles just wanting his mouth on you

charles just needs to fuck you, please help him?

depriving charles of being inside you

oscar piastri

sub!oscar being jerked off

oscar calls you mama in bed and apologises for cummin’ — not a video but a tweet

rival!oscar being dumbed down when rival!reader sits in his lap and they eventually end up here

69 with sub!munch!oscar who just can’t get enough

making oscar eat you out before he goes on one of his long runs

oscar needs to play with your tits atleast once a week

carlos sainz

tying up sub!carlos and overstimulating him

carlos dry humping you when you’ve been a brat

carlos grunting and breathing heavily when he’s inside

franco colapinto

making him wait after a celly

franco loves when you take pictures of him

franco loves your tits, and he loves when you jerk him

franco gently eating out his girl because he just loves her so much and the only way he can stop yapping is by pacifying himself like this

max verstappen

bratty!max to sub!max hate handjob

ruining max’s orgasam

max creampie-ing you in the car

lando norris

jerking off sub!lando

the video lando sends you after his win because he misses you so damn bad :(

lando eating his girl after he gets home from aus

munch!lando once again, eating his girl as a reward

that one stream of lando in the white shirt? yeah, he’s a subby bratty mess straight after, help him, will you?

dom!lando pounding his girl after she spent so much on donos just on his stream, he has to thank her, no?

jack hughes

jack making you shake after he’s been away on a roadie

yapper jack letting his girl use his cock when he’s tired after a game

[countingstars-17]

proof or it didn't happen

[astars-things]

Twin Moments

Lando Norris x Y/n Hughes

Summary- 4 moments when you and Jack were in sync and it freaks Lando out... Plus a bonus scene 

1.8k words

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1. The headache saga

Lando was in the living room watching a random show on Netflix when his phone buzzed on the coffee table, the contact reading 'jack 🏒' "Weird," Lando muttered, answering with a yawn.

"Hey, man, what's up?" The line was silent for a moment "Hey, is y/n okay?" Jack asked in a whisper, "Yeah?" Lando replied, voice rising slightly. "Why wouldn't she be?" Lando rubbed his face in confusion "She has a headache, doesn't she?" Lando froze.

In the next room, you were curled up under the covers, the curtains drawn, one of his hoodies pulled over your head. Just twenty minutes earlier, you'd mumbled something about your head pounding and asked him to bring you water and two Advil

"How did you know" Lando asked, phone pressed to his ear, brows furrowed "Dude I was in the kitchen with Luke and my temples started throbbing out of nowhere and I thought, 'Shit, Y/n has a migraine again.' I just wanted to check."

Lando sat there confused. "Lando?" Jack questioned on the other side of the phone "Yeah she does, that's weird as hell man" Jack laughed. "Twin powers. Get used to it."

He hung up before Lando could respond. Lando sat there for a minute processing what just happened. "I swear to God, they're communicating via Bluetooth or something." He muttered to himself 

2.Pizza Cravings

Jack was visiting you and Lando in Monaco since he was out of the playoffs and Lando still had to race so Jack decided to come here. You were sat in Landos' streaming room on the beanbag he had placed in there for you while Jack was out on the balcony talking on the phone with Luke and Lando sat at his gaming set up live on stream

"Lowkey I kinda want (Your favorite) Pizza right now" You thought out loud to nobody in particular, an ad for a pizza place came up on tiktok and now it was all you could think about it wasn't a want anymore it was a need

"We can get it for dinner if you want bub" Lando cooed glancing over his shoulder at you before turning back to his PC, his eyes moving to the chat who was now calling him a softie and a simp

You heard the balcony door open and close, now hearing Jacks' footsteps moving closer to the room you were in, Jack opened the door like he owned the place "Hey" Jack walked in not even looking at Lando or the multiple cameras capturing his entrance. "Are you craving pizza?" Jack asked Lando dropped his hands from his keyboard and turned to face you with his mouth wide opened

"Did you hear her at all?" Lando asked, still in shock, "No? I was on the phone to Luke and suddenly I got a taste of pizza in my mouth." Jack said like it was a normal thing. "Nahh chat send help" Lando said now facing his computer screens you and Jack both were crackling. "You're just mad you're not on the Hughes Twin Frequency." You sass 

"I don't want to be on the frequency," Lando said dramatically. "I want to unsubscribe. Where's the opt-out button?" 

3.Twin telepathy

Lando was sitting at the table on his phone while you and Jack rummage through the cabinets like gremlins in a hunt for snacks. "You ate my beef jerky." you say as you push him out of the way. "No, Lukey did. He was down here eating last night when I came down for water." 

"I swear you two are constantly eating each other's food." Lando tells you two, setting his phone down and going to take a sip of his water. "We are not. It's actually usually Lukey." You both answer in unison.

Lando freezes, setting his cup back down on the table. "Okay... That was freaky." You and Jack finally turn to look at him, mirroring each other's expression, eyebrows raised and a faint smirk. Lando pushes his chair back, scraping it against the floor as he stands up. "Stop it." "What? We always do this." You both speak at the same time again. "That's enough." He tells you, looking terrified. "Do it again and I'm calling an exorcist."

The both of you laugh as Lando runs out of the kitchen. "Good luck with that! The last one didn't do anything!" the both of you look at eachother, silently agreeing to follow him.

You walk into the living room and find Lando hiding behind Quinn. "Make them stop." Quinn laughs as Lando peeks around him. "If you think that was bad, wait until they are actually arguing about something." 

4. The dream 

You woke up gasping for air, the nightmare you just had felt so real. You were laying next too Lando at the lake house, you gently shook him awake "Babe" You barely whispered "Hey, hey whats wrong" Lando asked now fully awake see you with sweat dripping down your forehead and your body shaking 

You didn't have time to explain your dream when Jack ran into the your room, looking exactly like you with sweat running down his face, body shaking and fear in his eyes. Jack squeezed between you and Lando like it was the most normal thing in the world. "What the actual hell" Lando muttered blinking rapidly as Jack made himself comfortable and pulled the covers up like he belonged there. 

Jack wrapped an arm around your shoulder and whispered, "I had the worst dream. Something was chasing you, and I couldn’t get to you in time." Your eyes widened. "That’s what happened in mine."

Lando sat up, speechless. You and Jack exchanged a glance and nodded, silently agreeing not to elaborate. Jack didn’t move. He curled up beside you and pulled your hand into his, like he used to when you both were kids and the nightmares felt too real.  

"Okay um Jack this is our bed" Lando said gesturing between you and himself "You know, mine and Y/ns'? Romantic couple bed?"

Jack didn’t move. He just curled in closer, pulling your hand into his and lacing your fingers together like he had a hundred times before, back when you were kids and night terrors were a regular thing. "I’m not taking up that much space,"  Jack mumbled.

Lando gaped. "You are literally taking up half the mattress. I can feel your knee touching my back." Jack didn’t answer. His breathing was slowing, his panic melting away now that he was next to you.

Lando groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, muttering to himself. "This is fine. Totally normal. Yep. Just me, my girlfriend, and her human twin shadow demon all snuggled up in one bed. No big deal"  "I’m right here, you know," Jack said, eyes closed.

You reached out and grabbed Lando’s hand, intertwining it with your free one across your chest. "You’re fine. You’re not even on the edge." "I am emotionally on the edge," Lando grumbled. "Next time you two have a freaky twin dream, I’m locking the door." 

Bonus- The twin witnesses 

Lando had told the small group which consists of Max, Oscar, Carlos and Alex what he has been though with the twin problems he has dealt with. None of them believed Lando as they have never seen it. They knew you had a twin, but they have never met Jack before until today. 

The playoffs ended early for the devils which lead to Luke and Jack both deciding to come and bother their sister while she was at work and watch the Grand Prix.  

Lando was sitting outside the Mclaren hospitality unit with the group when Jack and Luke showed up "Max, Oscar, Carlos, Alex, this is Luke Y/n younger brother and this is Jack Y/ns' twin" Lando said standing up to introduce everyone 

Jack grinned, throwing a casual wave. "Hey." "Hey," they all chorused, giving polite nods and shaking hands as Jack and Luke joined the circle. Oscar gave Jack a curious glance. "So you’re the twin." Jack chuckled, clearly used to the label. "Guilty." "I’ve heard… a lot," Max said, lips twitching into a smirk as he looked between Jack and Lando.

"Yeah," Jack said, throwing Lando a look. "He talks about me like I’m Voldemort or something." which earnt a laugh from the group, they all fell into a chilled conversation until Luke got the smart idea "So I'm guessing you have all heard about the weird twin shit" A few heads nodded. Carlos gave a skeptical hum. "Lando’s told us. Sounds... exaggerated."

Luke grinned. "Cool. Watch this." Before anyone could ask, Luke casually swung and smacked Jack’s upper left arm with the back of his hand not hard, but enough to make a sound and jolt Jack slightly. "Ow, dude!" Jack muttered, shaking his head.

But no one was looking at him the groups eyes were on y/n as she was talking to another comms member when suddenly she let out an "ow" rubbing her left arm in the exact same place Luke had just hit Jack. Oscar looked like he’d seen a ghost. 

Carlos slowly turned to Lando, mouth slightly open. Max blinked once, then twice, trying to process it. Alex straight-up leaned back like he'd just witnessed a murder. Lando calmly sipped his water. "Told you."  Max leaned forward. "What the actual hell."

"There’s no way. That what?"Oscar muttered with his mouth open. Alex whispered to Lando like it was a horror movie plot. "How do you sleep at night?" "With one eye open," Lando replied seriously. "And a backup plan to escape." 

Before anyone could say more, you finished your conversation and wandered over to the group. You plopped down next to Lando with a soft smile, completely oblivious to the chaos that had just happened in your wake.

"Hey, what’s going on?" you asked, glancing around at the stunned faces. Before anyone could respond  "ACHOO!" You and Jack sneezed.

At. The. Same. Time.

In perfect sync. Same pitch. Same volume. Same slight head tilt. The entire group physically recoiled. "nope" Alex said immediately, standing up and walking away with his hands in the air. "I’m done. I’m done. You’re possessed. Both of you." Oscar looked between you and Jack like he was watching The Shining play out in real life. "That’s not human. That’s not normal." 

You and Jack both laughed perfectly in synced which made the group look at you like you both have two heads "Welcome to my life" Lando muttereted "Bro you think this is bad once mom asked me to wake them up and they were sleeping in the exact same position" Luke said grabbing his phone out to show the off the photo he took of them   

The silence was deafening. Carlos crossed himself. "I need to go to church." Oscar looked pale. "I need therapy." Max muttered, "I need tequila." Lando clapped Jack on the shoulder. "See? I wasn’t exaggerating." Jack just smirked. "Oh, this? This is nothing." 

You and Jack exchanged a look, then simultaneously raised one eyebrow. Max physically recoiled again.

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[browinning7]

Luke Browning ahead of Round 6 Barcelona of the 2025 Formula 2 Championship.

[saltcxrcle]

i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE

[dreadteller]

Rum and coke is an agreeable choice, and Luke accepts as they're handed across the counter. He doesn't have them often - he's more likely to cut with water than something sugary, and rum fills space in the stomach quickly - but for casual sipping the taste is second to none. He pays, thanks them with a little smile, steps out of line. "Trying to, yeah," Luke answers, takes a drink and licks the foam from his moustache. "Thought maybe people-watching would be inspiring, but to be honest it's not going great. If you got any ideas for a kids' book I'm getting kinda desperate."

preening like a prize-winning peacock, max can't help but drink in the recognition. sure, it may not be completely what he's hoping for—luke doesn't seem to instantly know his name, like he should—but from another ( minor ) celebrity, it means twice as much! maybe one of these days luke will get some sort of movie deal and he'll be able to capitalize on that... or maybe not. at any rate, he's another body to count among his fans—that matters more than almost anything else. he's happy to take charge ordering and asks the stall-keeper for two rum n' cokes, something he can trust that they'll get right. anything more complicated and he starts to doubt their intelligence. "so what were you writing in that book? new ideas, or what?"

[kats-bullshit]

team redline, everybody 💀

[fakewedge]

(thru gritted teeth) if only somebody needed to be rescued...

[willowsnook]

Masterlist

Formula One

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

Lewis Hamilton

Lance Stroll

Charles Leclerc

Pato O’Ward

NFL

Andrei Iosivas

Josh Allen

Joe Burrow

Keon Coleman

NHL

Luke Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Nate MacKinnon

Auston Matthews

Mikko Rantanen

[rosecoloredsunshine]

wired interview — evan peters

masterlist

PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and evan had been invited to wired to answer some of the web's most googled questions.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, background info for reader had been provided, established relationship, fluff, google translated french, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i just have the need to post this one lol hope you'll enjoy this one! :)

The studio lights were bright, but you were used to it by now. The WIRED setup was familiar—crisp white background, black chairs, and the infamous search board waiting to reveal the internet’s most pressing, bizzare, and occasionally ridiculous curiosities. You glanced at Evan beside you, who was shifting excitedly in his chair. He shot you a smile, eyes crinkling the way they always did when he was genuinely happy.

“Ready to expose our deepest, darkest secrets?” he teased.

“Oh, absolutely. I came prepared to be utterly humiliated,” you quipped, adjusting in your seat.

The crew had given you and evan a thumbs-up, cameras now already rolling, and the crew’s voice drifted from off-screen.

“Alright, we’ll start with Evan reading questions about you, then we’ll switch.” The crew had instructed.

“Got it,” Evan said, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “This is gonna be good.”

Another crew handed Evan the board, the classic white rectangle with strips of paper concealing the questions.

He lifted it with a flourish. “Okay, question one! How old are you?” he peeled away the first strip, and looked at you, eyebrow raised before smirking. “Well, let’s hear it.”

“Timeless,” you replied smoothly, leaning back with a smug smile.

Evan snorted. “Yeah, yeah, immortal, ageless, basically a vampire. Noted.”

“Pretty much.”

He moved to the next strip. “Where—” he paused, “where are you from?”

“I was born and raised in Monaco, but I moved to Boston when I was six.”

Evan glanced at you, mock-impressed. “Ooh, fancy.”

“Oh, incredibly fancy,” you joked. “I had the whole Grace Kelly aesthetic going on. Swans, palace gardens, and maybe even a tiara.”

He let out a soft laugh before ripping off the next strip. “How tall are you? Oh, I know this one. You’re like, five-foot-two, right?”

“Haha,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, feigning annoyance. “I am five-seven, thank you very much.”

“Really?” he deadpanned, leaning closer with wide eyes. “Because I could've sworn—”

“Keep making fun of my height and I’ll hide all your sneakers before our next press event.”

“Threats already? We’re only three questions in!” he grinned and moved on. “How many languages do you speak?”

“Three,” you said as you put up three fingers. “English, French, and Italian.”

“Show off,” he teased.

“Tu as de très beaux yeux,” your voice was soft, the French rolling off your tongue smoothly as you leaned closer to him.

Evan flushed, laughing nervously. “I have no idea what you just said, but I feel both flattered and mildly threatened.”

“Good,” you laughed softly. “I just said that you have very beautiful eyes.”

“Oh,” he said, cheeks turning beet red. “Yeah, I mean—thanks.”

You watched him flounder, smiling widely and thoroughly amused at the same time.

Evan then ripped off the next strip. “Okay, next up. What is your favorite song?”

You hummed thoughtfully. “If we’re talking about my current favorite, it’s probably ‘You’re So Vain’ by the one and only, Carly Simon.” you couldn't resist breaking into a song. “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…”

Evan decided to join in, voice terrible but enthusiastic. “Don’t you? Don’t you?”

You both dissolved into laughter, with the crew chuckling behind the cameras.

“Alright, next one,” Evan said, wiping a tear from his eye. He tore off another strip, then burst out laughing. “Oh, wow. The internet’s bold, huh. Are we dating?”

You grinned, leaning back with folded arms. “I’ll let you handle that one.”

Evan’s cheeks turned pink, but he rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, considering we’ve been promoting our rom-com movie together for months, I think it’s safe to say that the internet’s just invested.”

He looked at you, expression softening. “But, I mean, if they’re asking if we’re, like, officially together? I dunno. Should we make it a mystery? Keep the suspense alive?”

You laughed. “And keep the tabloids working overtime? Oh absolutely.”

Evan shook his head with amusement, moving on. “What is your zodiac sign?”

“(your sign),” you answered quickly. “Which basically means I’m emotional, imaginative, and probably crying over dog videos when I should be doing something important.”

“That tracks,” Evan said with a grin. “I’ve definitely caught you sniffly-eyed over a random cat rescue video more than once.”

“They’re heroic little guys!” you defended, crossing your arms.

“Alright, next question…” Evan trailed off as he peeled another strip. “Do you actually like Evan Peters or are you just pretending for the movie?”

You scoffed, overplaying your offense. “Oh, I can’t stand him guys. The absolute worst. Have you heard his laugh?”

He cracked up immediately, laughing loudly and uninhabited. “Oh, well played.”

You giggled softly. “But in all seriousness, he’s alright. Decent co-star. I guess I’d recommend him if anyone’s hiring.”

“Wow, heartwarming, truly.” Evan shook his head, still grinning. “Alright, switching boards now. Ready to be roasted?”

“Oh, born ready,” you challenged.

The crew handed you the board of Evan-related questions, and you eyed him, smiling mischievously.

“Okay, first question,” you peeled the paper away. “How old is Evan Peters?”

He gave you a side-eye. “Considering you’re timeless, I should be, like, ancient, right?”

“You’re practically a fossil,” you teased. “But if I recall, you’re…thirty-eight?”

“Ding ding ding!” he cheered, pretending to throw confetti in the air. “Next!”

You tore off another strip. “Where is Evan Peters from?”

“St. Louis, Missouri. You know, the land of gooey butter cake and toasted ravioli?”

Evan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you remembered the ravioli thing!”

“Yeah, mostly because you wouldn't shut up about it when we first met.”

He chuckled. “It’s that good.”

The questions kept coming, ranging from silly ones like ‘what is Evan Peters’ shoe size?’ which you guessed wrong, of course, much to his delight—to downright absurd ones like ‘does Evan Peters own a raccoon?’

“I don’t!” Evan said, looking genuinely confused. “Why would anyone—”

“I mean, I can see the vision,” you countered, barely holding back your laughter. “Naming it bandit, dressing it in a tiny leather jacket.”

Evan pretended to consider it. “Actually, that sounds incredible.”

“Great! Now, someone’s going to gift you a cute raccoon during our promotion, or comic con.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, but still smiling.

The entire shoot was chaos and laughter, with both of you going off-track multiple times. By the end of the filming, your cheeks are hurting from grinning so much.

“Alright, that’s a wrap!” one of the crew members called, but the camera’s were still rolling.

Evan turned to you, eyes shining. “We should do this kind of stuff more often.”

“Yeah! It’s a really fun experience,” you smiled at him softly, and put up your hand for a high-five. “Put it there, partner!”

When his palm met yours, he caught your fingers, intertwining them with his own, and tugged your chair closer to his.

“C’mere,” he whispered, voice soft as he pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your temple.

You turned to look at the camera, smiling, and Evan sent a playfully wink.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[dozyisdead]

so, i made the family tree.

mind you, it is subject to change and was shoddily thrown together at 1:30 am after i got off work.

if you have any suggestions, please let me know!! i promise i will make a more comprehensive one, im just very tired.

@littlebearnation because you wanted to see the loscar family tree

@quigzahhutt @23fallencomets @everythingne @ipleadbritney because you guys had the best reblogs and thought you would like this

@struggle-era i think you would appreciate the mini-britney-ification of logan in this as well, same with the piastri-leclerc adoption

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Return of the Jedi spiral notebooks (1983)

[astars-things]

Birthday Hangover

Summary- Where half of the grid, Jack's friends, Lando, Quinn and Luke go out and party to celebrate, and Lando helps y/n recover from the hangover

Warning- Mentions of puke

------ Was it a good idea for you to invite Jack, Quinn, and Luke to Monaco to celebrate your and Jack's birthdays? Probably not, but here you were standing around with all of your friends, Jack's friends, some of his teammates and half of the grid, in a club in Monaco that Lando had rented out for the night. 

You were in a black dress with heels on while Jack was in a black button-down shirt and nice dress pants. Your theme was black attire to celebrate the death of being 23. Jack had chosen last year's theme, so it was only fair for you to choose this year's. Every year, the tradition was that you would have two cakes each, one being your main cake and the other one being a small smash cake for you to hit each other with. 

"Thank you, everyone, for coming", you said into the microphone, having a couple of shots in you, you were confused about how you got it. "Thank you, also to my wombmate, here's to being 24" You clinked your shot glass with Jack’s, letting the liquid roll down your throat. You watched Quinn light both cake candles. Once everyone sang Happy Birthday, you thought of your wish before blowing out your candles. 

"Here's to being 24", you heard Jack scream before your vision went blurry. You gasped, stunned, while laughter echoed around you. Feeling cake all over your face. Lando quickly gave you a napkin letting you wipe off the frosting that was now in your eyes, you picked up the other cake and pressed into Jack face dragging it up into his curls for good measure. The crowd went wild. Cameras flashed. Max Fewtrell chanted "Fight! Fight!" as Quinn and Luke tried not to slip on the frosting-covered floor.

You and Jack stood together, faces a mess, arms around each other for your annual birthday cake Polaroid. Lando snapped it, then one with you kissing his cheek, leaving behind a trail of frosting and lipstick.

The night spiraled quickly after that.

The drinks didn’t stop coming. Neither did the dancing. Pierre taught Jack how to two-step. Alex and Lily started a Conga line. You found yourself slow dancing with Lando to a remix of Mr. Brightside while Charles DJed for ten chaotic minutes and Oscar was celebrating more than he did after his first win

It was loud and messy and perfect.

You wake up to hell. You tried to sit up but your body felt like it had been run over and then reversed on by a semi truck. You opened your eyes to see you were laying in Landos bed and Jack was laying on the floor using on of Landos duffle bags as a pillow like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You tried to remember back to last night but when you did nausea hit you like a truck 

You sprint to the bathroom that was connected to your shared room, collapsing in front of the toilet as your stomach launches a protest.  You hear a bucket scrape across the floor, and then sounds of Jack hurling into a plastic bucket like the two of you are synchronized swimmers in a truly cursed Olympics. 

Lando appears in the doorway, bleary-eyed, shirtless, and holding a bottle of water. He takes one look at the scene, you over the toilet, Jack over a plastic bucket near the bed, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I know you guys are twins, but this is freaky." You can barely lift your head, but you manage to flip him off with one trembling hand. Lando place the water next to you before grabbing a hold of your hair and putting into a lose bun 

You slowly made your way to the bed, belly flopping on it, soon another body sunk down on the mattress next to you, you looked up to see Jack, messy hair, bags underneath his eyes. You let out a groan rubbing your hands on your face 

"I'm never drinking again" you let out "amen to that" Jack echoes you weakly. You both lie there in silence for a moment, letting the room spin in peace. Then, from somewhere in the apartment you heard a loud crash "What the hell was that?" you mumble.

"Luke," Jack says simply.

Lando pops his head back in the room. "He’s fine," he assures you. "He’s wearing my race helmet and sword-fighting a baguette." "What?" you and Jack say at the same time. "He found a baguette in the fridge and is now defending the living room like it’s his kingdom," Lando explains, far too casually. You bury your face in the pillow. "This is my nightmare."

After an hour of you and Jack laying on the bed in the same position not moving a muscle except to occasionally groan in unison, the pounding in your head subsides just enough for movement to become a possibility. Jack rolls off the bed like a body being dropped from a stretcher. You both made your way out into the living room. Jack stumbles into the wall twice, and you have to physically stop him from walking into a plant.

As you walked into the living room you see Luke laying on the floor of the living room with one of Landos F1 helmets on with the visor down, cuddling up with a random baguette. Not a pillow. Not a blanket. A baguette. "That baguette’s seen things," Jack mumbles. You rub your eyes. "Is that the same one from the charcuterie board last night?"

"I think so. And I think he named it." "Benny," Luke mumbles without moving.

When you make your way further into the living room, you see Quinn in the kitchen making food and Lando rearranging the couch to have a movie day. "Look who it is, thing 1 and thing 2, back from the dead." Quinn called out. He looks way too happy for someone who was doing shots with George Russell five hours ago. He’s plating scrambled eggs and avocado toast like he’s on MasterChef. He slides two plates toward you and Jack. "Eat this or perish. No in-between." 

"Don’t threaten me with a good time," you rasp, sitting and the kitchen island scoffing down the food, once it was gone, you just walk over, flop into the cushions, and dramatically collapse against Landos chest. He doesn’t even flinch. He catches you with a soft "oof" and immediately wraps both arms around you, tucking your head under his chin.

"Hi," he murmurs against your hair. "You’re the love of my life," you mumble into his shirt. Jack walks past holding his plate, looks at you snuggled into Lando, and snorts. "We get it. You have a boyfriend." You shoot him a lazy middle finger.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you quickly pulled it out to see the contact 'Momma ❤️'  You squinted and passed it to Lando, who took it with a raised eyebrow and a soft smirk. "What’d the Queen say?" you murmured, your voice raspy from the absolute war your throat had survived.

Lando cleared his throat dramatically and read the message in his best 'mom voice' "Hey bug just checking in to see how all of you are doing? And I hope you two were on your best behaviors! Can't wait to see the cake smash photo. Call me when you're up for it," Lando read out, you and Jack let out a synced groan 

"Just heart the message and reply with barely alive, all safe and decisions past 9 pm weren't the best" you say before hiding your head back in Landos chest, Lando types it out, chuckling under his breath. "You sure you don’t want me to add that Luke’s currently spooning a baguette in a race helmet?"

"No," Jack grunts from the other side of the couch, "That would just raise more questions." you nodded along before opening up disney+ on the tv  You all opted to put on the movie cars and try and recover from last nights choices.

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