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Daddy’s Biggest Fan

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: surprise baby!, babygirl is the star of the show and the gem of the stroll family, grandpa Lawrence is besties with his granddaughter, mentions of labour and giving birth (nothing graphic!), the vettel family is the cutest, soft uncle mick, uncle estie and auntie elena, some cheesy comments from lance, auntie chloe and uncle scotty for the win!

Word Count: 6,210

Author’s Note: prompted by this video and this photo :)) enjoy soft dad lance! // also y’all know I cannot write lance without some mention of Canada lmaoooo forgive me please

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Weekend of the Canadian Grand Prix, 2022.

The hallways were empty considering it was nearly midnight. Lance’s bag hung off of his shoulder, hitting his back as he ran towards the desk. “Y/n l/n, where is she?” He asks, fingers drumming against the counter as he waits for the nurse to tell him.

“Who are you?” She asks and he huffs a sigh. “Her boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah okay. Uh, one sec,” she checked the charts to her left, “room 209.” She tells him and with that he’s off again, scanning all the door numbers before he finds the room.

He walks in quietly, silently hoping he hasn't missed it. “Did I miss it?” Lance asks.

He finds you still very much pregnant on the bed. “You didn’t,” you smiled, your hand stretched out for him.

The Canadian Grand Prix was this weekend which meant Lance was home in Montreal so the baby picked the perfect time to make their appearance into the world. The fact that you two were expecting was a bit of a secret, no one except your families, the Vettels along with Esteban, Elena and Mick knew.

Seb only found out because Lance went shopping with him to pick up a few things for his kids and Seb was curious as to why he was so interested in baby clothes all of a sudden. As for Esteban, Elena and Mick, the 3 drivers were close and Esteban is bad at keeping secrets so that was that.

Sunday was rolling into Monday and your contractions were closer together. Your sister in law was asleep on the chair next to your bed, Lance didn’t wake her but your groans did.

“When’d you get here?” She yawns, looking at her brother.

“An hour ago. Can you get the doctor though? Her contractions are closer together now.” Lance asked his sister, you and Chloe share a glance before laughing. Chloe squeezes her brother’s shoulder, “yeah, I'll go.”

It was a few moments before Chloe returned, your sister in law beside your boyfriend as the doctor checked how far along you were dilated. “Alright, you’re just about ready to push.” The doctor gets up, letting the sheet back down. “We’ll get you prepped, who’s staying?”

“I am.” “He is.” Chloe and Lance answer at the same time.

You smile at the Stroll siblings, Chloe comes over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be waiting outside. You've got this,” she tells you, and you nod. “I’ll see you after.”

Chloe gives her brother a hug before stepping out.

The doctor and nurses come in, it’s an overwhelming scene to anyone on the outside but you were relaxed, surprisingly.

The room door was shut, the drape up between your lower half and you with Lance standing by your side, holding your hand the whole time. Your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings to you, praising you on what a good job you were doing.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Doing so good, baby. Just a few more pushes.”

“Almost here,” Your doctor calls up to you, “few more.” She confirms your boyfriend’s theory.

Within the next few minutes, you had given birth. You looked a mess, hair matted to your forehead from sweat, your eyes teary and you were beyond exhausted and yet, he looked at you like you held the sun and the stars.

“So proud of you,” Lance whispers, pushing your hair away from your face as he kisses your forehead. The doctor was right next to you two, cleaning up the baby and doing her initial tests before wrapping the little baby in a white and pink blanket.

“Congratulations,” She smiles, placing the baby in Lance’s arms. “It’s a girl.” She tells you both, giving you a moment to coo over her.

The floodgates have broken, Lance’s face covered in tears as he sits by your bedside, resting the baby on your chest gently. This was probably the first time you’ve seen Lance cry this much, it’s quite sweet to see his daughter reduce him to a puddle to tears. His arm over the top of the pillow, the two of you looking at the baby you created.

Both of you crying, the little thing on your chest had her eyes shut. “She’s got your eyes,” Lance whispers, as if he would be disturbing the baby’s rest by being any louder.

“Her eyes are barely open.” You chuckled, looking over at your boyfriend.

It was a little while with just the 3 of you. Lance already has a million and one pictures of his baby girl on the phone, changing the home screen from you to one of you and her.

There’s a knock on the door, the nurse sticking her head in to let you know that you have visitors. Lance tells her to let them in, you were sitting on the bed, a baby wrapped up in a blanket being cradled to your chest with Lance sitting on the edge of the tiny hospital bed.

Chloe held the first bag, a little stuffed lion and blanket in it and Scotty followed behind, some outfits for the baby in the bag. “When’d you get here?” you asked Scotty, the two of them coming over to see the newest addition to the Stroll family.

“Chloe called me as soon as it was time for you to push.” He asks, watching as you hand the baby over to your sister in law.

“You guys,” Chloe whispers, holding the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world. “She’s so beautiful.”

Scotty and Chloe sat on the bench next to the window, the two of them cooing over their niece.

“We didn’t tell you her name,” you look over at them, Lance snuggled in next to you on the bed. The older couple looks over, waiting for you to tell them.

“Meet Elizabeth Chloe Stroll.” You tell them, glancing between Chloe and Lance.

“Chloe?” The blonde asks, looking down at the baby in her arms.

“Mhm hm, after the best auntie in the world,” you hold Lance's hand, the woman smiles. Scotty grins at his fiancé, you and Lance chuckling at her reaction.

“Lizzie for short,” Lance says, a smile on his face.

The two of you had wanted to name her with a name that started with L but you couldn't settle on any so you went with Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. Also because Lance wanted her to have L. Stroll like him.

“She’s beautiful,” Chloe says once more, “like her mom.”

“Wow, no credit for me?” Lance asks his sister, she shrugs. “Don’t worry, mate. I think you’re handsome.” Scotty says to his brother in law, earning a few laughs.

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The next few days had been a whirlwind of emotions. Lizzie was born on Tuesday just past midnight and you were released on the Thursday. Lance refused to leave you two, telling the team that he’d be missing media day and decided to opt out of practice on Friday as well.

Perks of your dad owning the team you drive for I suppose.

Lizzie was laying against her father’s chest, her little hand wrapped around his finger as he rubbed her back softly. You had gone to take a shower before Lance had to leave but the man was still on the couch, dressed for the track but he’s yet to move from his spot.

“Lance.” You called, your hands on your hips. “C’mon, you can’t miss qualifying.”

“Do I really have to go?” There’s a pout playing on his lips when you come over to take Lizzie from him.

You’ve got the little girl in your arms when you stand between his legs. “Yes, you have to go.”

Lance gets up, a pout on his face and you reach up to give him a kiss. You can feel his hand over yours, the one resting under Lizzie, holding her up in her little roots onesie.

“Go on,” you nudge him towards the door. Lance begrudgingly makes his way to the door, picking up his keys and his phone before turning back to face his girls once more.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?”

“One hundred percent,” you smile at your boyfriend. You’ve got Lizzie tucked into your chest, an arm under her as your other hand rests on your boyfriend’s jaw. “We love you, now go.”

“I love you,” he smiles before giving you a kiss. Lance leans down a bit more, kissing Lizzie’s head, “I love you the most.”

You smiled at the man and his daughter, rushing him out the door before he missed the session.

Lizzie was but a few days old, much too little for you to be taking her to a race. You’re certain there were rumours floating around that you and Lance had split after you not being there for a few months. Once you hit your 5th month of pregnancy, it was hard to find the bump under clothes and your doctor suggested staying in one place or only go to races that are much shorter flights.

It was killing you to miss his home race this weekend but there was nothing you wouldn’t do for this little girl.

You two sort of lay around for a bit. You take a million and one photos of her; new parents and not wanting to miss a moment. You had the tv on, watching as the sky sports crew made their way through the paddock, asking around while they set up for qualifying.

Lizzie stretches in your arms and you decide to change her into the little outfit her grandfather had gifted her.

The day after you two told Lawrence you were expecting, you received a basket of baby things; onesies, hats, shirts, little jackets and hoodies, a blanket and even a little car stuffie all in Aston Martin green with the little logo on it.

The little girl was now in a onesie, the Aston logo across her tummy and the back had a number 18 on it.

You put her to lay on the couch so you can take a photo of her. You send that on to Lawrence with a message attached; future aston driver ?

Your father in law replied with a yes and a million emojis that he’s newly discovered and had come to love.

“Your grandad is so cheesy,” you tell her quietly, picking her back up. You held her in your arm carefully, watching as they were doing last minute checks before the cars would be pulling out for quali.

The two of you take a selfie, both you and Lizzie have on Aston Martin shirts with the matching 18 on the back.

To Lance: good luck!! <3 *1 Image Attachment*

From Lance: miss my biggest fan.

To Lance: awh you miss me? how sweet.

From Lance: you’re funny, you got booted. Lizzie is daddy’s biggest fan.

To Lance: it’s not cute when you refer to yourself as daddy.

From Lance: you love it mommy.

To Lance: you’re sooooo gross. go race, we love you.

Setting the phone down, you rocked the sleepy baby softly. The volume was low but the sound of the zooming cars and the rumbling engines lulled her back to sleep.

You managed to stay awake through qualifying; Sebastian and Lance were starting one after another with the German in P17 and the Canadian in P18.

Not the best but hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Lizzie woke up at some point after qualifying. You changed her diaper, fed her, rocked her and sang to her until you two found your way back to the couch. It had been a repeat of the same thing for the last few days; sleep, eat, sing to her, take a million photos, change her and repeat.

You tried to get a few minutes of sleep when she did which is what you were doing when your boyfriend walked into the apartment. The door shuts quietly, the man setting the keys down on the entry table softly before making his way over to his girls on the couch.

Despite changing his clothes, you could still smell the burnt rubber and gasoline on his skin. “Hey,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss Lizzie’s head before sitting next to you.

The girl in your arms and your head back against the couch cushions. Your eyes were shut but you open them when you feel him take her from you, giving you a break.

“Weren’t you sleeping?” He asks, Lizzie’s little hand wrapping around his finger when he gently rubs over her hand.

“Resting my eyes,” you hum, snuggling into his side.

The man smiles, there’s nothing better than having his two girls with him. He rocks the girl in his arms back and forth ever so softly, calming her when she stirs. “Shh, go back to sleep angel. Daddy’s here.”

You looked up from his shoulder at him, “what did I tell you about that daddy thing?”

“I was talking to Lizzie, you freak.” He chuckles, kissing your head.

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Weekend of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, 2022.

You and Lance have finally decided to take Elizabeth to her first Grand Prix. It only made sense to take her to Abu Dhabi, seeing that it was the final race of the season, and that you would get there early enough to give her time to acclimate to the environment.

Also, you had sweet talk Lance into thinking it was a good idea because you wanted to be there for Sebastian's final weekend.

Lawrence had been asking when he was going to see his granddaughter at a race and all the things just aligned, it made the most sense to go then rather than wait for the start of next season.

Lizzie was now six months old, and she was starting to hit a few milestones. She can roll over and sit up on her own, starting to pull herself up and make efforts to crawl. She's starting to babble and make funny faces at you. She also is starting to recognize people and she loves when her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty come over because Scotty spends 98% of the time making funny faces at her, and it causes the sweetest little giggles you’ve ever heard in your life.

You had given her a shower, getting her dressed for the day and you were about to get dressed yourself, thinking you’d be leaving her with her dad but the man was knocked out in the arm chair, the baby bottle sat on his lap and dripping on his shirt.

It was too funny to ignore so you set Lizzie in her playpen, taking a photo of Lance before posting it to your Instagram story.

It’s the first post of him you've made since you suddenly vanished from the paddock. Of course you cover the baby bottle with a little heart emoji and tagged him before setting your phone down.

“Sweetheart,” you nudged him softly. Lance stirred a bit but didn’t open his eyes. You take the baby bottle off of his lap and sit on him. “Lance, c’mon.”

The man finally opens his eyes, a scowl on his face. “Why’d you wake me?” He groans.

“You have dinner with the guys tonight.”

“Noooo,” he whines, his arms wrapped around you. “Let me stay.”

“I’ll give you Lizzie and have her drool on you if you don’t get up.” You give him a look and his brows raise, “you wouldn’t.”

You get off his lap, going to get the girl out of her playpen. “Fine!” He shouts, grabbing you by the waist when he rushes over you, his arms around you once again as he hugs you from behind. Lance's chin rests on your shoulder, “I love her but she drools soooo much.” He sighs, earning a laugh from you.

“Go change,” you wiggle him off of you. Lance nods, leaving you two to go change for dinner.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” He yells from the bedroom and you roll your eyes; you know he means well but sometimes you swear he forgets it’s just the two of you when he was away racing.

“Chloe is coming over, we’re gonna catch up on our gossip.” You tell him, picking up Lizzie and swinging her around. The little girl giggled, her big brown eyes wide and her gummy smile on display.

Lance comes out of the room, “and what do we plan to do with little missy when you two are catching up on your gossip?”

There’s a knock on the hotel door and you walk over to open it, Chloe and Scotty arriving together. Lizzie babbles when her uncle reaches for her, smothering her cheeks with kisses when you hand her over.

“Voila!” You show your boyfriend, his sister and her fiancé enamoured with their niece.

Lance shook his head, “you’re something else, babe.”

“It's called delegating, Lance.”

“Whatever,” the man nods, giving you a thumbs up with a look of fake disappointment. He gives you a kiss goodbye before saying hello to his sister and Scotty. He takes Lizzie from Scotty for a minute to say goodnight to her, knowing she'd be sleeping by the time he got back from dinner.

“I love you, sugarplum.” He whispers to his daughter, “sleep well.” He kissed her temple gently before handing her back over to her uncle.

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The final qualifying of the season and you two had just returned to the paddock after almost an entire year of you not being there.

This time with a special guest.

Lizzie was in her dad’s arms, pulling on his sunglasses every other second as he walked through the paddock.

The little girl looked out into the swarming photographers then back to her dad who was whispering something to her. His other hand was holding yours, the obvious fact was that this was why you had vanished from the paddock.

You make it to the garage and while you two settle in, Lizzie is going from hand to hand, basking in all the attention she was getting; she gets that from you, her father wasn’t the most sociable with people he didn’t know, while you were a social butterfly.

Lizzie’s got a pair of clunky green headphones over her ears, protecting her little ears from the loud noises. She was currently on Seb’s side of the garage, Britta holding the little girl as Seb showed her something he had in his hands.

“I think Hanna’s gotta prepare herself for the ‘I think we should have one more’ talk,” you joked with Lance, nodding towards Seb who was clearly enthralled by the little girl.

Lance laughed, “Seb just loves kids, babe. He’s been asking me to bring her around.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” You smacked his arm lightly, “I would have brought her.”

“Sometimes I think you like Sebastian more than you like me,” he gives you a pointed look and you smile, “I do.” You walked off to get Lizzie before the session started.

“Hey,” you wiggled your fingers at the girl, getting her attention. Seb turns to see you, pulling you into a side hug, his arm over your shoulders. “She’s so cute, y/n.” He tells you, Britta had bent down so Seb’s daughters could talk to her.

“Thank you, Seb.” You smiled, “I think she looks like her dad.”

“No way, she's your carbon copy. She just has his eyes.” He says, “that’s why she’s cute, if she looked like him... well..”

“Sebastian!” You laughed, taking Lizzie back from Britta.

The German laughs, “I'm kidding. Hanna’s upstairs and that’s where you two are going, right?” He looks over at his daughters, the little blonde girls nod and hug their father before turning to you.

“Can we play with her later?” The oldest asks and you nod, “of course. I’ll bring her upstairs in a few minutes.”

The girls ran down the hallway hand in hand, back upstairs to their mother and little brother.

“Good luck,” you tell Seb, “say good luck to uncle Seb,” you tell Lizzie, lifting her chubby hand to wave to the man before returning to Lance’s side of the garage.

Lance takes the girl from you the moment you walk back over, sneaking in as many cuddles he can before he was needed in the car. You took a few photos of the two; Lizzie’s little green dress matches the colour of her father’s race suit and her chunky hands rested on her daddy’s cheeks, smacking his face softly as he pretended to bite her chubby cheeks.

One of his engineers gives him the signal, time for him to get in the car. “I love you sugarplum,” he whispers to the girl, handing her back over to you.

The moment Elizabeth is back in your arms, she starts crying. It was safe to say she was a daddy’s girl through and through, she had that man wrapped around her finger; Lance had a pout on his face like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it the moment she started crying.

“Don’t,” you warn him, your hand on his cheek when you kiss him.

Neither of you seemed to notice the cameras flashing or the fact that they had gotten the whole sweet moment before Lance and his girls in camera.

“Go before she wants you again.” You tell him, shooing him off while Elizabeth was looking over your shoulder, away from her father. He blows his girls a kiss once more, walking off to get his helmet and get in the car. You bounce Lizzie in your arms until the car pulls out of the garage and then you head upstairs to find Hanna and the kids.

Quali had finished faster than expected but neither you nor Hanna were really paying attention; the woman was letting you in on the secrets of motherhood while the children played.

The little boy was laying on his mum’s lap, his eyes shut and his blonde curls all over the place. You were sitting on the floor, Elizabeth on your lap while the girls showed her their toys, putting on a show for her. Lizzie had no idea what they were on about but the expressions on their faces along with the colourful toys captured her attention enough to get her to babble along, swinging her hands happily.

Sebastian and Lance found their way upstairs to see their kids before having to go off to press.

If you had asked Sebastian if he thought both he and Lance would be going up to see their children by the time he retired when he first started at Aston, the man would have laughed in your face.

But it’s funny how life works and children change you for the better. Sebastian told his teammate as much.

Lance find his way to sit behind you and you lean back on his legs. Sebastian is next to Hanna, sinking into the couch when he lets out a big breath.

“How’d we do, boys?” You asked and Seb shrugs. “Could be better.”

“Says the man in P9,” Lance laughed, his hands coming down to rest on your shoulders. “And you?” You leaned back, your head on his knee as you looked up at him.

“P14.”

“Tomorrow will be better.” Your hand comes up to rest on his, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Ah young love,” Seb sighs, nudging Hanna. “Remember when we were like that?”

“You’re still like that, Sebastian.” The woman gives him an exasperated look, earning a few laughs.

Elizabeth was looking around now, instantly wiggling from your grasp and trying to turn when she heard Lance’s voice. You lean to the side, letting Lance hunch over and pick her up. She’s standing on his lap, hands on his face to keep her balance as she looks around. She sees Sebastian to her left who was making faces at her.

The little girl babbles, her father’s hands being the only thing keeping her up when she reaches for Sebastian. Lance hands her over to Seb, Elizabeth sitting comfortably on his lap when you lean back to take a photo of her, Seb and Hanna.

“Can’t believe both of my girls prefer Sebastian over me.” Lance grumbles, making you laugh.

“He has 4 championships, how many do you have?” You asked your boyfriend, the man rolling his eyes at your comment.

Sebastian looks down at the little girl, her hands tugging on the bracelet on his wrist. “Remember when the kids were this little?” He asked his wife and she smiled.

“You could always have one more,” Lance suggests to the older couple.

“No.” Hanna says, while Seb had a whole other answer; “yes.”

You and Lance exchange a look, laughing at them.

“Feel free to babysit Liz anytime you want another kid, she’ll change your mind.” You tell them and Seb shakes his head, lifting the girl when he looks up at her.

“Mum says you’re naughty,” he gives her a look and she giggles. “Yeah, you’re not bad, you're a good girl.” He smiles at her, “I know you are, sweetheart.” He sets her back on his lap, facing him.

At some point, Britta comes looking for Seb, both of the drivers having to up and leave for press. There’s lots of smooches, the kids wanting their fathers to stay and promises of sweets upon return.

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P8 for Lance and P10 for Sebastian.

The Astons finishing off the season in the points and almost beating Alfa Romeo for 6th in the constructors was a good position to be in.

You had joined the mechanics on the pit wall for the final lap, watching the cars cross the finish line. Lizzie was a few feet away, her chunky green headphones over her ears as her grandfather held her.

Sebastian was currently doing his final donuts of his F1 career and you could see Hanna and the kids to your left, watching with the proudest looks on their faces. You smiled at them, a hand on your back pulling your attention away from the family.

Lance stood beside you, his arm over your shoulders and his race suit rolled down to his waist. “Back so soon?” You asked, assuming he would have still been in parc fermé and yet he was here. “Wanted to see my girls.” He smiled, letting you lean in to kiss him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you once more.

“Where’s sugar plum?” He looked around when he realized you didn't have her.

You nod towards the pit wall; Elizabeth was banging on all the buttons on the table, Lawrence laughing as he watched the little girl.

The chaos on the track died down, everyone returning to their respective garages or off to watch the podium. The paddock was still packed; fans, crew, drivers, families, celebrities despite the fact that it was nearly 10pm.

The two drivers were in the garage, the Vettel children running circles around their grandparents as Seb and Hanna made the rounds, Sebastian getting into a conversation with everyone he stopped to talk too. You and Lance were soaking in the last few moments of the season on track. Elizabeth was with her granddad, the little girl being carried around the paddock as he said his goodbyes and small talk with the other team principals.

“Can I get a picture?” The photographer asks when he sees Sebastian and Hanna with you two.

The 4 of you manage to find yourselves together after the few drinks you’ve had, all adorning dopey, happy grins on your faces.

It was a bittersweet moment; the start of a new adventure for both drivers.

Sebastian navigates retired life while Lance figures out how to be a father - something he knows he’ll be turning to Seb for when he’s at a loss.

You two say your goodbyes to Sebastian, Hanna and the kids, as well as Seb’s parents and his brother. Lawrence catches the Vettels on the way out, letting Lizzie say bye to her new friends before they head out for the night.

“Can I have my baby back?” Lance asked his father and the older man shook his head, “no. She’s my granddaughter.”

“But she’s my daughter.” He bickered with his father.

You let them bicker, quietly taking Lizzie from Lawrence without either of them noticing. When they finally stop fighting and notice you’re holding the girl, you smile. “You forget she’s still my girl before either of yours.”

Lance packs up the rest of his things shortly after saying goodbye to everyone else in the garage. You three were on your way out when you got stopped by Elena shouting for you.

“Y/N!” She starts running to you three.

“ELENA!” you shout back, rushing over to give the woman a hug. Lizzie was squished between you two, Elena taking her from you. “Mon amour,” she fixed the bow on the little girl’s dress, “you’ve gotten so big.” She kisses her cheek.

Esteban and Mick weren’t far behind. The Frenchman coos over the little girl with his girlfriend and Mick joins in.

The 3 of them had come to meet Elizabeth post Canadian Grand Prix along with Sebastian. The 4 of them and Hanna, were the only ones aside from your families that knew you two had a baby hence her instant connection when she saw them again.

Once again, Elizabeth is the star of the show. Esteban is forced to take a million pictures of her and Elena. One thing with Lizzie was that she loved the attention, she always found the camera in the room. Mick was passed the phone next, taking one of Esteban with the girls. You and Lance joined the couple, all of you smiling for the camera. Elizabeth was getting fussy so you took her back but she started wiggling, her little arms stretched out for her uncle Mick.

Mick was holding the girl now and you asked one of the Alfa Romeo crew members passing by to take the photo for the 6 of you.

You smiled, watching as Mick spun around with the girl in his arms. He was telling her something, tickling her side as he did.

“We’re headed to the club, you guys want to come?” Elena asks, her fingers interlocking with her boyfriend’s.

“Uhh,” Lance looked at you and you shrugged. “We’d have to get someone to watch Liz first.” He tells his friends.

Esteban nods, “the joys of being parents.” He jokes.

“Well, I'll text you where we end up, text me if you’re coming!” Elena tells you, saying goodbye as they head out. Mick joined them once he passed Elizabeth back to Lance, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Do you want to go?” He asks you, the three of you heading out. “It’d be nice but who’s gonna look after Lizzie?” You looked over at him and he paused, literally stopped in the middle of the parking lot.

“I know exactly who.”

It’s a short walk back to the hotel, you two pack up whatever you think Elizabeth would need for the night, putting her in the stroller before heading back to the elevator. Lance hit the button for the 16th floor and you know exactly what he’s thinking. Once you got off, you followed the man to the door.

He knocks and Chloe opens the door. “Hey,” she smiles, leaning on the door frame. “Everything okay?”

“I was wondering..” Lance starts. “Since you’re my favourite sister and all-” “Your only sister but go on,” she folds her arms, waving him on.

“Can you watch sugar plum tonight? I know you two don’t have plans and we wanted to go out.”

Chloe gives her brother an obviously look but she nods, “of course we’ll watch her. Do you have her stuff?”

“Everything’s in her baby bag, thank you guys.” You tell her when Lance pushes the stroller into the suite. “No need to thank me, I know you two needed a night to relax. Go have your fun, we’ll see you in the morning.” She gives you a shove out of the room.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay ?” Lance asked his sister and she smacks his shoulder, “duh, I used to look after you. We’ll be fine, I'll call if anything but I won’t need to, so go.”

The two of you were a little hesitant to leave Elizabeth without either of you for the night, seeing that it was the first time that you've actually done that but you knew she’d be in good hands with her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty.

You two ended up meeting Elena, Esteban and Mick at the club and had the time of your lives; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing.

It was the type of night that you wanted to remember forever that won’t be fully remembered. The best kind of night.

It was nearly 8am when you found yourselves back in the elevator and on your way to get your daughter. Lance wanted to go back to the hotel room and sleep off the hangover he knew was incoming but you at least wanted to see Elizabeth first.

You knocked on the door quietly, Scotty opened it with a wide awake Lizzie in his arms.

“You two look like hell,” he laughed, bouncing the girl in his arms. “Sorry we’re late,” you tell him, smiling at the girl who was still sleepy and drooling all over his shirt.

He steps aside. “It’s okay, c’mon in.”

Chloe was knocked out on the couch, the baby bottle in her hand. “Lizzie put her to sleep?” You chuckled and Scotty nodded. “It’s hard work but it's worth it, isn’t it?”

“So worth it.” You smiled.

Lance has found himself to the spot next to his sister, dropping down and his eyes already shut.

“You should stay for breakfast.” He says, sitting on the couch across from the one Lance and Chloe were on. “I doubt we’ll be having breakfast anytime soon,” You nod towards the sleeping siblings.

“That's okay,” he smiles, “you should get some rest too. I can watch her.”

“Are you sure? You guys had her all night.”

Scotty waves you off, nodding towards the bedroom. “She slept through the night like a champ, woke up like 30 minutes ago. Go get some rest.” He sends you off.

It was maybe 3 or 4 hours later when you felt the little hands on your side. Lance in bed with you and Lizzie between you two. “Hi sugar,” you picked her up, kissing her temple.

“Sleep well?” Your boyfriend asks and you nod, “good enough.”

“We ordered lunch, should be here by time Chloe gets out of the shower.” He rubs your leg, “she left some clothes for you.” He nods towards the t-shirt and pants at the end of the bed.

After a few minutes, you got out of bed and changed, making sure to wash your face and brush your teeth before joining Lance, Elizabeth and Scotty in the living room. Chloe joined a few minutes after you just in time for lunch to arrive.

All of you settled in around the table and started having breakfast, chatting away and you took a moment to make a post on Instagram for the first time in a long time.

It’s a couple photos from the last few days in Abu Dhabi.

The first one from race day, you and Lance leaning on his car with Lizzie peeking out from under the halo of the car while she sat in his seat.

The next one is Chloe, Scotty and Lizzie. The three of them laying on the floor from the night they came over while Lance was at Seb’s retirement dinner.

The next 3 are from post race before you went out; one of Elena, Esteban and Elizabeth, one of Mick and Elizabeth and finally one with all 6 of you in front of the Aston Martin garage.

Lawrence had sent you a photo of Lizzie and him sitting on the pit wall that one of the engineers took, her big chunky headphones being tugged on while her granddad tried to fix them.

The last group photo was on you, Lance, Seb and Hanna in the Aston garage before you all headed out for the night; arms wrapped around each other and big goofy grins on your faces.

There were the final two pictures; One of you and Lizzie, she’s on your lap while you do your makeup and one of her and Lance in the pool, he’s holding her while they’re laughing at each other.

The set was captioned with a perfect end to the season <3.

You set the phone down, looking back at the people sitting around the table. Your boyfriend, your daughter, your sister in law and your brother in law.

The little unit made some of the best memories and had some of the most important people in your life there.

It truly was the perfect end to the season.

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f1daydreamers · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖]

photo credits: Pinterest

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had ever.. but also one of the best.

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers romance also fake dating trope so we’re going all in baby

A/N: I love this man, this man is very underrated and this is going to be a mini-series, probably 7/8 parts but we’ll see how it goes

Word Count: 1.7k (7 minutes reading time avg)

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Lance oddly glances over your face, definitely dumbfounded by your ask.

Trying to persuade one of the two drivers for the team that you work for, that going as your pretend date to your brother’s wedding was quite possibly the weirdest favour you could ask of anyone.

You tilt your head, reasoning with him. “Whatever you need, I will do it and I’ll do it to the best of my ability.”

He hums, “I don’t need anything.”

You inhale through your nose, “I’ll wash your race suit and even bring it to the remaining.. 20 races."

With pursed lips, he appears untempted by your proposal.

“Okay, then I’ll do all your laundry, not just your race suit.” You say.

“There’re people in the team who do that anyway?” You sigh, leaning your elbows on the table.

“I’ll clean your driver’s room, after every practice session, after every qualifying, and after every race.”

He feigns offence, “my room is very neat for your information.”

You scoff, not wanting to but getting all the more closer to giving up.

“Then do this for me as a friend, you just said you had nothing to do between now and Baku anyway.” You countered, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Lance smiles slightly. “It’s a massive favour Y/N, I can’t just drop all my plans.”

You half-frowned, knowing he had a point. “Look, the moment I set my phone down, I know my mum would’ve been rounding up all the bachelors from here to Canada.”

He laughed and you smiled, though you were pretty sure your mum really was doing so.

“Have you asked anyone else?” He questioned, out of sheer curiosity on why you came to him first.

“No I haven’t, should I?”

“I don’t know.” His answer makes you groan, “one weekend Lance.”

There was a shift of emotion in his face and you jumped at the opportunity to try and make it as convincing for him as possible, “one or two photos, my dad loves racing so tell him about Bahrain. I have a nephew who’s into motorcycles so talk away about them.”

“With an 8 year old?” You blinked at him, “I admit the conversations may not be enthralling but toy motorcycles really get his gears turning.”

The F1 driver weighs out the pros and cons of your request, circling the rim of his glass with the tip of his index finger.

His eyes flicker to your pleading expression, your fingernails digging into the underside of your chin, your hands brought together in a praying gesture.

“Is a weekend with me going to be that horrible?” You inquire.

“No,” he admits, casually falling back on to his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “I was never going to say no, I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

He grins cockily and you reach over to slap his arm which he manages to pull away from in time.

…

The few days after the Australian race, you'd been hammered by your parents and your siblings, on who the mystery boy was. It was pretty well known that they'd meet him at some point next weekend but that obviously wasn't reason enough for them to stop asking every question under the sun about him.

When the build to that weekend officially began, you prayed that it would pass smoothly, you'd tell a few little white lies along the way and should they ever ask about him following the wedding, you and Lance would've been peacefully broken up by then.

Easy.

"Oh gosh, here we go." You lower your head to your lap while Lance takes a single sip from his champagne glass, setting it down on the coaster.

You knew bumping into a relative who asked a million and one questions during the rehearsal would be a given so you'd prepared your 'date' as best you could.

You instinctively reach for his hand, settling the palm of yours on the back of his. He's slightly disconcerted at the contact but doesn't move an inch, he glances at you sat on the seat besides him as you do the same.

You release a shaky sigh, "my sister's going to interrogate you like she's trying to put the FBI to shame. You remember what I told you right?" You ask quietly.

He nods faintly, "yeah, of course I do." He assures you.

You muster a sincere smile before retracting your hand from his and allowing it to fall on to your lap again. You then rub your palms on your thighs and stand up to embrace her.

Lance straightened on his chair, allowing your sister to approach the table before he followed your movements. You swallow when his hand rests on your lower back, but you reminded yourself it was just a part of the act.

It was amusing in hindsight how you'd pleaded, borderline begged, for him to be your pretend boyfriend for a weekend but you hadn't actually thought about what that might necessitate.

"Hi!" Your sister was ever the bubbly one who could rave about her passions for days while remaining oblivious to the other person's lack of interest.

She flung her arms around your neck and brought you in for a hug, to which you chuckled and winded your arms around her back. Lance's hand fell to his side, his gaze falling to his feet.

Once you'd pulled away, she sighed happily then glanced at him expectantly. You cleared your throat and he swiftly turned his head towards you, then at her.

"Dais, this is Lance," you realise he probably needs no further introduction. "Lance, this is my sister, Daisy."

He gives her a genuine smile, taking her hand that she holds out as a formal introduction. "Is this the boyfriend I messaged you a million times about?"

You scoff with a smile, feeling his eyes fall to your face, as if he was watching for something. "Yep, in the flesh." He swallows, nodding.

She gasps, pointing a finger towards him and you panic for a moment, if there was a single hidden talent your sister had, it was putting two and two together at record speed.

Luckily, Lance remained unphased despite the stark contrast between yours and his tension levels.

"You're the F1 driver Dad was telling us about, the one with the broken wrists." She announced loudly, though it was only a surprise to her.

"That's my reputation I guess." He comments, turning his head to your side, directing it at you. You smile, continuing to fidget with your two intertwined hands.

But he confirms it nonetheless, "that's me."

"Wow, F1. Must be cool having the girl you date at the garage for every race." He gave her a polite smile, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“It has its perks.” You agree with him, not vocally saying what those supposed perks were.

“What kind of perks?” Your sister asked craftily and you sigh, dismissing her question.

“Behave, now go and find Kev, we want to congratulate him.” As your baby sister, with a huff, she agreed and sauntered off elsewhere.

“She’s nice.” You hummed, turning your body to Lance’s so your back was facing the crowd of people that would occasionally glance in your direction.

“She’s one of many,” He smiled, seeing the deflation on your face form when you realised this was going to be a very long weekend of lying.

“Regretting it?” You meet his eyes, he meets yours. “No. Just wondering if it was the best decision.”

“One question less, 20 more in its place.” You chuckle knowing he was referring to the inevitable question on where your date was had you not brought one, but because you had, it was flipped on its head.. then multiplied.

“Should I apologise for bringing you here now?”

“How bad are they?” He asks.

“Enough.”

…

"I haven't seen anything about you two online, considering you're famous and all." Your words remained stuck in your throat as you scrambled to try and find an answer for it in your head, Lance chuckled a little nervously.

"We keep it on the down low, trying to navigate through a relationship while being in the spotlight has its own challenges." You looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic look, a doubtful smile on your lips.

You turned back to your mum who hummed, almost with a certain distaste in her tone, a sour look on her face which you really weren't in the mood for. She was never fond of the guys you 'picked' for yourself, but instead the male specimen she spoke to once were going to be your Prince Charming, God forbid you ever went against that.

"Look, me and Lance are a little jet-lagged so can we carry this on sometime else?" You gave her a pointed look and she took the hint, though not without shooting you a knowing glance.

"Well, your room's all ready for you at home." She says.

Home. You hadn't heard that word from your mother's lips for some time, having moved away and working everywhere in the world, it was rare you found time to go and see your family.

"Thanks mum." She kissed you on the cheek before walking away, ignoring Lance's existence entirely. Your shoulders slumped once her attention had turned towards your brother and his soon-to-be wife, whom you'd already congratulated.

He exhales through his nose and you lift your eyes up to his face, "Okay, getting slightly worse." You shake your head, your fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. At this point, you were wishing for the night to be over.

By the time the night is coming to its eventual end, you and Lance had managed to convince most people with your act of being a couple. That entailed a lot of hand-holding and lovesick smiles but you'd pulled it off, a little too well.

With his hand splayed out on your thigh, your hand was wrapped around his bicep. Along with every little gesture and movement, there was a fresh wave of goosebumps forming on your skin. You didn't think Lance knew that he was stroking his thumb along the fabric of your leggings.

"We should get some sleep," You turned your head to him and he looked down at you, his attention turning away from the current conversation your sister had everyone tuned into.

"Ready when you are." He added and minutes later, you and Lance were leaving the table, a few of your folks extending their fair shares of goodbyes and nice to meet you's to him.

...

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daisybianca · 9 months

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i love ur blog!!! you’re such a great writer and every time i see you’ve posted i’m so happy!! have a wonderful day love🩵

pairing: lance stroll x femalereader

summary: you distract your boyfriend--in a very nice way--because he's getting rid of his sexy beard.

warnings: mostly fluff, sexual actions, slight angst

(a/n): I had just woken up, and this made me smile so wideeee <3 thank y'all. it feels like I've found a second family here. love you lots, guys 💗

"COME ON, angel, you know I have to." Lance teased, his voice muffled from the bathroom door.

But sadly, it was true.

Lance had a race day coming up, and he needed a clean face, which unfortunately meant that he had to shave off his beard.

Walking into the bathroom, you looked at your very shirtless boyfriend and jumped onto the sink counter. Your legs hand off the counter, swinging, playfully kicking your boyfriend’s butt when he would turn around.

"One more day?" You bargained, wiggling on top of the sink counter.

"You said that last time."

“I know,” you said simply before continuing. “But didn’t you have so much fun last time.” you sang while opening your legs so Lance could step between them.

“You know what?”

“What?” You breathed out, the desire for the man in front of you was increasing rapidly.

“I think you need to refresh my memory.” Large hands slid up and down your bare thighs, slipping underneath your sleeping shorts. He trailed soft kisses down your neck, his beard tickling the spot there.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think you do.” His fingertips gripped your thighs, raising them to wrap around his waist. Once your legs were secure, his incredibly big hands cupped your ass and carried you to your shared bedroom.

“But only to refresh my memory, right?” He asked before connecting his lips with yours.

“Of course, baby. Why else would I want to do this?” You teased with a giggle.

“Hmm,” His head nodded as his lips kissed all over your exposed neck.

He tugged on his shirt you were wearing, signaling for you to take it off so you do. You breathed out moans when wet kisses were placed all over your breasts and you whined when suddenly it all stopped.

“Wait, What? Did you seriously just ask that?”

You burst out laughing, your head thrown back, your smile was wide while Lance's lips were shaped in a playful frown. He carried you to the bedroom while you were still laughing. Dropping you on top of the mattress, your laugh was loud and real.

“I thought you loved me?” He asked with a fake pout.

“No, wait! I do!”

“But, that’s not what you said!” Your boyfriend said stubbornly as he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Babe!” You whined as you let out a long sigh. Sexually frustrated, you laid on the undone bed and abandoned your shirt on the floor.

“Nah,” he said from the bathroom.

“Lance,” you whined rolling over, so you were on your tummy, and you had a clear view of him in the bathroom. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the deep dip in his lower back made his bubble butt look huge.

You waited for his response but only heard the sink running and his movements around the bathroom in return. The automatic razor was turned on and you knew there’s no going back.

You had postponed this long enough.

You pushed yourself up off the bed and walked to look at your boyfiend with a playful pout. You huffed loudly when he paid no mind to you.

The huff made his lips curl into a very small smile until it was masked with no emotion, and his full attention was turned on shaving.

He trimmed his beard so the straight razor could get the short hairs left over. The smell of his shaving cream flooded your nose.

You were going to miss his beard, but you had to look at the bright side. Lance looked good both ways. Standing up on your feet and walking to the bathroom, his eyes followed you until you were standing it front of him. His beard was trimmed now, a lot shorter than before, like a stubble.

“Can I help?” You asked, leaning against the bathroom wall.

A small pout was placed on your lips, and your innocent eyes made it hard for Lance to even consider saying no.

“Sure, angel.” He nodded as his tried to pass you the straight blade, but you dodged his offer.

You strolled toward him til your chests almost touched. Your hands pushed his chest back, forcing him to take a couple of steps back. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

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final-script · 8 months

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Same Tastes | LS18

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Sumary: Apparently, Chloe and Lance Stroll like Australians, who practice Snowboarding.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!, I know it may look awful, but I hope you like it.

Gif: ellalovesvettel

A/N: This could have a part 2, if you like, just let me know.

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You met Scotty at your first Winter Olympics and practically from that moment I adopt you as his little sister, there was not much age difference between you, but he still did.

During the competition seasons, he let you know that he was there for you at all times and during the practices, he helped you perfect some techniques and you were happy about that since he was one of your role models.

And during the seasons when they weren't competing, at no point did they lose touch.

So much so that in one of the dines of F1 race weeks, taking advantage of the sponsorship invitations, I invite you to attend a GP together, in addition to also being able to introduce yourself to one of his best friends,his brother-in-law and clearly his fiancée , for the first time in person.

You were familiar with F1, so you were excited to attend a Grand Prix and experience it from another area.

(…)

S- Chloe is going to love you.

Y/N- I hope you like him so I can ask how he supports you.

Don't get me wrong, I love him, but I don't consider myself fit to withstand his body's level of inactivity.

S-hey, you love me and you know it!

Y/N- I don't deny it, but you limit my patience!.

(...)

When we entered and some cameras turned to see us, I really thought it was because of Scotty, because well… He was one of the best friends of one of the pilots and brother-in-law of another, shocked when several people said my name.

Very recently I started to have some recognition and let's say that it takes me a little getting used to.

S- the public loves you, I feel jealous!

Y/N- that I can say. Pushing it amicably.

I did sponsorship duties and then Scotty took me to meet his best friend, his brother-in-law and fiancée.

(…)

Meeting Daniel was exactly as I expected.

Just as outrageous and funny, as shown online.

Outrageous but very friendly.

It's time to meet Chloe and because of her exprecion, I have a new adoptive sister or who knows, maybe I'll become the daughter of a marriage.

Ch- Finally!!, a pleasure to meet you, you are very pretty. I must admit that I blushed and thanks to her hug I hid it a little- I'm Chloe!

Y/N- I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too!. Accept the hug.

S- hey, I'm here too!

Ch- I just saw you, plus I must meet the person with whom you spend time away from me and who has not yet accosted you.

Y/N- thank God you mention it, a moment ago I said I would ask you the same thing, how do you stand it??, don't get me wrong, it's genius but… I think that the part of the DNA that contained the iperactivity did not reach me. Laugh.

Scotty wanted to stay serious but couldn't and joined us.

X- it seems that there is a party to which I was not invited.

One of you behind us called our attention, when I turned, I confirmed who I was.

Lance Stroll, Scotty's brother-in-law and Chloe's brother.

I stepped aside to give them space, greeted them both, and then turned to see myself.

L- who do we have here?.

Y/N- I'm Y/N. Shaking his hand.

L- I'm Lance.

S- my little sister in the snow.

L- I think now I understand Scotty's excitement to come today, we have heard many things about you.

Y/N- good things I hope?

S- of course, who do you take me for? Hugging his girl.

L- then, I must forget the part where you tell me, which is not as good as you.

S-hey, it was supposed to be a secret. Chloe and I couldn't stop laughing.

Y/N- between you and me, let him believe it's true.

(...)

Without you noticing, the couple next to you quietly watched your interaction and shared glances, silently planning a clear movement.

(...)

That movement that Scotty and Chloe never talked about in front of you but they thought about it, became a solid relationship, which at the time of the big wedding had a duration of a beautiful 12 months.

A year with one of the best people in the world. With a person who honestly at first I did not believe would work, but thank God I was not like that.

Concentrated on my sports career I had been quite denied in the themes of love, but Lance had made me detach a little from that, but without moving away completely.

The distance from time to time became difficult but for the moment we are being able to bear it.

And let's really hope it stays that way for a long time.

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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private but not secret; lance stroll

lance & his new girlfriend, who just happens to be esteban’s sister, slowly begin to announce their relationship via instagram

includes; slightly suggestive content, a little bit of swearing and some (almost definitely) poorly translated french. this was rushed & super quick but i really felt in my lance feels. i hope u enjoy!

ynocon✔️

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ynocon invite me next time estebanocon

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estebanocon you're gonna have to learn the rules first...

ynocon my way is more fun 🥹

f1fan4325 no way is that y/n's house...

f1lookbook it looks oddly like lance's house...

ynocon it's a hotel room guys! pls calm down😌

lilymhe i know it's just a pic of your legs... but you're so pretty <3

ynocon my wife <3

lancestroll✔️

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lancestroll thinking of swapping out the helmet for the cowboy hat

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ynocon respectfully... don't

lancestroll you're just jealous cause you can't ride horses

ynocon fuck you

ynfan1932 y/n and lance interacting ?!?! what is happening

estiebestie0438 they would be so cute together don't even deny it

scottyjames so that's where my cowboy hat went..

danielricciardo who's a better cowboy? me or you?

lancestroll i don't think you want me to answer that one buddy

ynocon✔️

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ynocon guess who <3

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lancestroll i think it's fernandoalo_official 🧐

ynocon can't be.. fernando's taller xx

lancestroll unbelievably uncalled for...

ynocon yet somehow still true 🤪

ynfan7426 we've been suspecting this for weeks thank GOD you finally confirmed it 😂

ynocon i like to keep you guys on your toes x

estebanocon you're welcome by the way 😌

ynocon mister matchmaker x

chloestroll well aren't you a little dreamboat 😍

ynocon that's all you baby xx

lancestroll✔️

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lancestroll 🤍🕯️

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ynocon always making me laugh 24/7 it's embarrassing

lancestroll don't start misbehaving now

ynocon why not...? i thought you liked that 😈

lanceandynfan yn getting horny in lance's comments will never not be funny

estebanocon it's not funny when you're her older brother.

danielricciardo god this is so disgusting

lancestroll stay jealous x

ynocon always room for one more daniel xx

ynocon✔️

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ynocon happy birthday baby. je vous aimé <3

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scottyjames no photo credits?

ynocon you don't deserve them scotty x

lancestroll je t'aime tellement <3

ynocon l'amour de ma vie <3

estebanocon c'est dégoûtant, prends une chambré

ynocon piss off.

ynandlance6743 you guys are so cute!

chloestroll yn you're my favourite woman on the planet

ynocon likewise, chlo xx

lilymhe how have you been together almost six months already..

ynocon i'm clueless

lancestroll✔️ and ynocon✔️

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lancestroll breaks with you are my favourite breaks to take. happy anniversary, my love.

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lancefan4739 she's 100% only with him for the money 🤣

ynocon i make double what you make in six months in two weeks. but sure, buddy. whatever helps you sleep at night.

danielricciardo lance. you've officially been punching over your weight for a year now, buddy. congrats!

scottyjames someones bitter..

danielricciardo i'm not even gonna start talking about you..

estebanocon see. my meddling worked🧐

ynandlance4321 meddling?

estebanocon lance said he liked my sister and when she came to a race i told her to ask him out because he was too scared to do it... and now we're here 😆😆

lancestroll i'm so glad everybody knows that story now..

ynocon happy anniversary to us, baby. love you always <3

lancestroll even more than you love daniel?

ynocon always <3

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heliads · 3 months

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Hi!

I love your writing so much!

I would love to request an angsty Strollonso fic where Lance gets into a crash and the team doesn’t tell Nando how bad it was and he finds out later from another driver and freaks out and goes to the hospital to see him. Maybe Lance has to calm him down and keep him from going after his dad or something.

This is my first time requesting so I hope it’s okay lol.

If you don’t get to it, no worries! Thanks!

'didn't get the call' - fernando x lance

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It’s race week. Things always get real during race week.

One would think that a couple decades of seasons of Formula One racing would prepare Fernando Alonso for the frenzy of a long weekend spent overseas, but he’s had ample time to determine the contrary. Sure, he’s gotten better at shaking off the nerves a little, sloughing off like an old scar the urge to run or lash out, but part of it still remains inside his lungs, rattling the tissue more than he feels is necessary. It’s race week. What’s the worst that could happen?

That same sentiment, however, doesn’t seem to apply to the rest of the paddock. Everywhere Fernando goes, he seems the same sort of tension bubbling to fury underneath everyone’s skin. The few gazes that dare to lift to his are strained, the undereye bags larger than usual. Even his race engineer seems skittish, and after a year of dealing with Fernando watching live race broadcasts while making overtakes and other various misdemeanors, Fernando has assumed that nothing could shake the guy.

Fernando tries to think about what could have possibly gone wrong to demand this level of response, but nothing comes to mind. In the end, it was, truly, just another weekend. Fernando had done reasonably well– a fourth place result, while frustratingly shy of a podium, is still a good result. Aston Martin as a whole has been down as of late, and even though they would rather appreciate the points boost of a podium, fourth position is still better than the points of sixth, or eighth, or not even getting points at all.

All in all, it had been a relatively decent race from Fernando’s point of view. He’d had some good overtakes, and provided some good defense against the challenging Red Bulls until they passed him like they do against every other car on track. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t mediocre, either. That’s Aston for you. That’s life.

In fact, Fernando had even felt so satisfied after the race that he’d gone ahead and asked how Lance had fared while he was turning his car towards parc ferme. It’s been a little indulgence that Fernando has allowed himself out of late, caring about his teammate. Call him overly cavalier, but this is, actually, quite a sign of change in Fernando, especially after the past two years at Alpine. Fernando hasn’t always been in the business of viewing his teammates as more than obstacles.

Perhaps that’s just a sign that he’s getting old, Fernando thinks fondly as he meanders towards his driver’s room. The apparently advanced age of entering his forties is making him sentimental. How charming. Then again, it’s something altogether different when one’s teammate is, well, Lance.

Lance.

Fernando had been careful when he first arrived at Aston Martin. Lance was the boss’ son, for one thing, and Esteban’s close friend, for another. Of course he would have to be careful. It’s not as if Aston Martin would be dramatic enough to fire Fernando if he let slip a critical comment of his teammate in yet another drawn-out press conference, but they’d probably retaliate with something below the belt, like a pay cut.

So he’d watched his tongue, and watched his temper. The only thing Fernando hadn’t kept in check was his heart. Maybe that was because he assumed he wouldn’t have to, that years of experience would have made him as cold as his teammate’s home country, but as it turns out, even a two time world champion can be wrong on occasion, and Fernando was wrong about Lance.

Fernando isn’t quite sure that he could put into words what Lance means to him. He’s not sure that he wants to try. Some things are best kept secret, hidden under the protective cover of supposedly forced team bonding and aggressively proud post-race interviews. Overcommitting to an overtake before you know you’ve got it can ruin a race. Spelling out in precise, heart-stopping red syllables what Lance Stroll means to Fernando could ruin his whole enterprise.

Even still, small things slip through the self-imposed barrier. Fernando squeezes Lance’s shoulders when they run into each other in the media pen and pretends he doesn’t notice how Lance’s entire body wracks the second Fernando touches him. He certainly doesn’t store that information away for later use. And, his latest vice, Fernando keeps asking his race engineer how Lance has done in the race, making it public that Fernando is interested. People know now. How daring.

This time, though, his race engineer had been surprisingly tight-lipped, mentioning only that he would have to get back to Fernando on that front. Usually, the background chatter from the pit wall is quiet so as to not distract the driver, but this time an uproar of static had cut through the engineer’s words, making it more difficult to make him out. There had been rumors of a red flag coming out on the last lap, but as it happened most cars would be able to clear without trouble, so nothing had been mentioned. His race engineer had also been silent on that front.

Who is Fernando to worry, though? If something bad had happened, he would have been informed. Fernando makes it a habit to stay aware. It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be his teammate, and thus Fernando’s capacity for caring is significantly limited. He’ll put out a somber Instagram story later if his PR agent reminds him. All will be well.

The further he travels through the Aston Martin motorhome, though, the more uneasy Fernando feels. Everyone is rushing around, all speaking to each other in terse whispers that he can’t quite pick up. Fernando feels as if he’s the eye of a hurricane, surrounded by restless whirlwinds of deep green water.

This doesn’t make sense. Eventually, Fernando’s impatience gets the better of him and he stops one of the trainers, who’s been parked in a corner of the room and frantically texting so he doesn’t get in the way. The man practically jumps out of his skin when Fernando nudges his arm, he’s so keyed up. Strange. Also unsettling.

“What’s going on?” Fernando asks. The confusion makes his voice terse, it sounds like he’s a soldier out on a battlefield. He doesn’t even feel that worried, not yet, but from the way everyone else is acting, he feels as if he should be.

The trainer avoids his eyes. “Nothing,” he says evasively.

“Oh, and that’s why you look as if someone just shot you in the leg?” Fernando deadpans.

The trainer grimaces. “Alright, but I’m not supposed to tell you. Lance, uh, got in a crash. Last lap of the race. The engineers wanted you to focus on reviewing your data so you aren’t supposed to know about it.”

This is the part where Fernando should assure the trainer that they’re both on the same page and of course he won’t say a word about it, but a complete blankness has settled over his brain, erasing the ability to think anything at all other than the same question over and over again: Lance crashed?

“What happened?” Fernando asks. He hardly recognizes the sound of his own voice. “Was it bad?”

“Not bad,” the trainer says, but he’s still not looking directly at Fernando. “We’re still checking him out, obviously, but he should be good to go for the next race.”

He coughs pointedly, and this is when Fernando knows it’s time to move on. He’s been assured that his teammate will be fit to race next weekend, and as a hardened driver, that’s all he should care about. Still, as he walks back down the hall again, Fernando can’t convince himself to let it go. Would everyone really be this worried if it was just a small collision? They would tell him, surely, if it was worse. They would have to tell him.

Maybe they just don’t know yet, Fernando reasons with himself. Maybe they legitimately have no clue until Lance returns from medical testing. Even the most insignificant fender-benders can have lingering damage if your hands aren’t in the right place or something else goes wrong. Everyone could just be stressing until they hear back for sure that everything is fine.

Fernando returns to his driver’s room and shuts the door. He sits down absentmindedly in a chair. After about five minutes, it registers that he forgot to turn the light on. He’s not in total darkness, a window is half open, but Fernando can’t quite convince himself to try and flip the switch. Lance was in a crash. Lance is hurt, maybe.

It unravels Fernando down to the last stitch. Lance had been in the bike accident in January, Fernando is not unused to being in a situation in which Lance is hurt, but for some reason this feels far, far worse. He doesn’t like knowing that Lance isn’t alright. It unnerves him, like a car running with a mismatched tire. All of Fernando’s systems are off-kilter.

His phone pings by his side, and now Fernando’s the one who feels like he’s leaping several centimeters out of his chair. Running an absentminded hand through his hair to calm himself down, Fernando reaches for his phone to check the notification, but the message he reads does little to steady his spirit.

Mick Schumacher.

Why aren’t you at the hospital?

Fernando responds immediately.

What are you talking about?

Mick’s answer is swift and to the point.

Lance.

Instantly, Fernando’s blood chills.

They told me he was fine. Why is he in the hospital?

This time, Mick takes a while. Unable to take the pressure, Fernando gets up and starts pacing back and forth in the confines of his driver’s room. At last, Mick responds.

Bad crash. He’s been unconscious but just woke up.

Fernando is out the door before he even finishes reading the text. He’s still in his disgusting race suit, but the sweat will just have to keep cooling, because there’s no way Fernando is sparing so much as a second for anything but getting to Lance. He manages to ask Mick what hospital Lance is occupying while fishing around for his keys, and then he’s off, breaking what he’s sure are several speed limits and a myriad of traffic violations while he’s at it.

Fernando bursts through the door, feeling eerily like a guy out of a rom-com his older sister, Lorena, used to watch. He’s buff enough for the role, certainly, but nothing about this is movie material. Real life is ugly. People get into crashes and don’t miraculously walk out. Beautiful boys with dark eyes lie unresponsive in hospital beds and no one talks about it until it’s too late.

Mick is already in the waiting room and stands up when Fernando arrives. He takes in Fernando’s bedraggled appearance with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I did ask you to get here fast, but I appreciate your dedication to it.”

“Of course,” Fernando says distractedly. “How is Lance?”

Mick nods, again, the raised eyebrow. “He’s been asking for you. There are a couple of Aston Martin guys here, but they just kept ducking the question whenever he brought up where you were.”

Fernando makes a low, ugly sound in the back of his throat. “They did the same thing to me.”

Some of the tension leaves Mick’s face. “They really didn’t tell you, did they?”

“Not at all,” Fernando makes out. “Where is he?”

Mick tells him the number and points him in the right direction. “Be careful,” is all he says before Fernando is too far gone to hear him.

Fernando hurries down the hall. Some of the nurses make an attempt to stop him, but he just ducks around their questioning gazes until he’s knocking on Lance’s door. He can see a vague silhouette through the half-closed blinds, but it’s not until a faint, groggy voice tells him to come inside that Fernando can decide for sure that yes, this is Lance, and yes, Fernando should have been informed of this immediately.

Fernando shuts the door quietly behind him. He walks quietly to the chair, and he sits quietly, breathing quietly, looking quietly, until Lance rolls his eyes and says, “I’m not going to die if you act normally, you know.”

Fernando relaxes a little bit. “Who said anything about dying?”

“Not me,” Lance says, that smug smile starting to surface even despite the IV in his arm, the bandages across his chest, the–

“Stop looking at those,” Lance says unexpectedly, cutting off Fernando’s train of thought. “I’m fine. Honestly.”

Fernando looks at him askance. “You sound like half your car is lodged inside your ribcage. Is that fine?”

Lance pulls a face. “Okay, I’m a little less than fine. It’s alright, though.”

“Tell me what happened,” Fernando says. He didn’t think it came out as an order, but instantly Lance straightens up even despite the constraints of the hospital bed and starts speaking, a faint blush on his cheeks. Interesting. Another thing to remember for later.

“There was a crash,” Lance begins somewhat uncertainly.

“So I’ve heard,” Fernando says, somewhat bemused. Humor is easier. It distracts him from the fact that Lance is lying here, practically lifeless, looking no more likely to move a muscle than get up and start running laps. It kills him, the inability to do anything other than sit here and crack jokes. This is not who he was supposed to be. Nothing about this is right.

Lance looks at him, playfully annoyed, and then continues again. “There was a crash. I don’t remember most of it. I was coming out of a series of turns, I think. Someone hit me. I don’t know who, steered right into me. Not their choice, I’m sure, but it took both of us straight into the barriers.”

His face contorts with confusion as he attempts to remember what happened. The lapses in memory startle Fernando more than he would like. “You must have gotten a serious hit to your head,” he says, unable to keep a grim tinge out of his words.

“That’s what the doctors said,” Lance confirms, grimacing. “I don’t really remember a lot between the crash and waking up here. They said I was out for more than half an hour.”

Fernando presses a hand to his face, dragging it roughly across the skin to try and wake himself up out of this terrible nightmare that has somehow become his reality. “All of this, and no one saw fit to tell me?”

Lance’s brow furrows. “Dad was going to make sure you knew. He told me that himself.”

All of Fernando’s grief leaves him a swift rush, replaced with blind fury. “Lawrence said that?”

At last, he has a culprit for why so much time passed before Fernando heard about this accident, and it was Lance’s own father. Disgraceful. As if Fernando hasn’t spent all of his time at Aston Martin trying to get in Lawrence’s good graces to promote the wellbeing of the team. As if he hasn’t held back on what he really wants with Lance in the name of good faith in the face of the team owner, and now this? Well. Maybe Fernando should have pulled his favorite card and simply done what he wanted in the first place.

He stands up before he realizes it. “Where are you going?” Lance asks, confused.

“I’m going to have some words with your father,” Fernando announces.

Lance’s face falls, and he starts trying to pull himself more into a seated position on his elbows. “Wait, no. He didn’t– he wasn’t trying to hurt you, Fernando, he just didn’t want you to worry.”

“The only thing I want to do right now,” Fernando informs him, “is worry.”

“Charming,” Lance says, then, in a voice verging on panic as Fernando nears the door, “Seriously, don’t. It’s not worth it.”

“What wouldn’t be?” Fernando asks, deceptively calm despite the inferno boiling between the bars of his ribcage.

He’s already at the door. Fernando can see Lawrence talking on the phone in the waiting room, where Mick is eyeing him icily– he’s on the phone while his son is in the hospital, what an asshole– and he’s about to go out there and tell Lawrence exactly what he thinks of this, bystanders be damned, but then Lance’s voice comes again, soft and quiet, and Fernando stops, fingers resting on the cool metal of the doorknob.

“Stay with me. Please.”

That’s all it takes to slow Fernando’s insatiable temper, as it turns out. Who knows how many managers and PR officers would have killed to get that information, and they’re only four words. Four words spoken by Lance Stroll, which makes the difference.

Fernando returns to his seat by Lance’s side. Lance looks distinctly pleased with himself. “I didn’t know you were so open to receiving instructions. I think I’m going to remember that.”

“You’ll forget this by tomorrow. Strong painkillers do that sometimes,” Fernando insists.

Lance’s lips curl into a catlike smile. “Sure thing, Fernando.”

Maybe he’s right after all. Fernando thinks that he might not ever forget the peace of a room when it’s just the two of them, how the heart monitor sharply upticks when Fernando reaches over to take Lance’s hand and both of them pretend they don’t notice it. Lance will be alright eventually. Wounds will heal, scars will fade, and a ferocious driver named Fernando Alonso will accept that the biggest chink in his forged-by-fire armor is a young man named Lance Stroll, and there is nothing wrong about that at all.

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holllandtrash · 11 months

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bestie what if we write a lance one shot of your first kiss

I need this I’m a lance girly, also it’s not edited

1.8k words I think?

You met Lance through Chloe a few years back and the two of you always got along, always a little flirty, always finding reasons to sneak off during parties or large dinners to go for walks and talk about the thoughts that flooded your minds.

And it was at one of these dinners sometime in august when you did exactly that. You were in Italy, no clue who’s idea it was, but there was a good amount of you there. It probably started as Chloe and Scotty wanting a vacation but then word got out and it turned into a trip with 10 of their closest friends and family.

You sat at the table, the late night breeze was welcomed during the august heat. All of you were dressed in light clothing, acting as though you weren’t sweating and wondering who’s dumb idea it was to go to Italy during a heat wave.

You weren’t complaining, though. You couldn’t. Not when Lance’s linen shirt was unbuttoned about halfway and he kept raising his hand up every few minutes to drag his fingers through his hair. He tugged on his shirt to get some airflow through the material as he caught your eye, mourning ‘it’s too hot’ across the table to you.

You nodded in agreement. You had also tied up your hair. You were blotting your face every few seconds, thank god you chose the no make up look tonight or it would all be melting off by now. Your cheeks were flushed, fanning yourself did little to help and even the dress you wore was suffocating, despite it being lightweight and barely there.

What you needed was a jump in a pool. Or a river. Or a puddle, honestly. At this point, you’d take anything. Even the bucket the wine bottle sat in was tempting and you seriously contemplated getting rid of the wine to pour the ice over your head.

Your eyes followed Lance as he pushed himself away from the table and stood up. He didn’t make a scene, no one else seemed to notice he was walking away, to busy in their own conversations. But of course you noticed, how could you not? You were always drawn to him.

And he knew this, which is why he stood near the gate and looked back at you. His mischievous smile matched the daring glint in his eyes as he nodded his head for you to follow.

Chloe was the only one who turned to you when you stood up, but there was no time to come up with an excuse. She spotted Lance standing by the gate and raised her eyebrows, choosing to say nothing and instead relying on her all-knowing smirk to get the message across.

“Oh save it,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring her little laugh as you walked towards Lance.

He pushed the gate open for you and the two of you walked side by side, your sandals scraping against the cobblestone path.

“I don’t know why we didn’t just eat inside,” Lance admitted, taking a glance at the dinner party fading into the distance. He dragged his fingers through his hair again.

“Oh come on,” you pushed your shoulder against arm, “Haven’t you always wanted to sweat into your food?”

“You’re disgusting,” Lance laughed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and waved it away from his abdomen, “I’m dying in this, at least you’re not wearing sleeves.”

“No but your shirt is a lot lighter,” you pointed out, not even bothering to think twice before you grabbed hold of his arm, trailing your fingers up the sleeve to confirm that it was, in fact, a lighter material than your dress.

Lance did the same, his hand going to your waist and scrunching his nose up in disappointment when he realised how uncomfortable you were too.

You wished his hand stayed there longer than it had, but both of your arms fell back to your sides and you kept walking.

“The break is nice though, yeah?” You looked up at him, seeing the beads of sweat drip down his temple. It was a similar look to when he climbed out of the car and pulled his helmet off.

“The break is needed,” he corrected. The season had been stressful for him, for the sole reason of Fernando Alonso being his teammate. He couldn’t compare to the 2-time world champion.

You decided not to mention Formula 1 anymore tonight. He needed a break from the topic too.

Instead of letting it dwell on his mind, you lightly grabbed his elbow and pulled him down a different path, one lined with flowers and greenery and lit up by little lights sticking up from the ground.

“You’re going to get us lost,” Lance chuckled, but he wasn’t fighting you to go back either.

“Being lost in Italy doesn’t sound so bad,” you teased with an innocent shrug, taking a few steps ahead of Lance so he had no choice but to keep up with you.

“No, but being lost with you sounds terrible,” he muttered, but the way his lips curled upwards was enough to tell you he wasn’t being serious.

“Please,” you scoffed, turning back around and keeping some distance as Lance trailed behind you. “You’d love to get lost with me.”

When you looked over your shoulder at him, you expected another sarcastic response or maybe even an eye roll.

You didn’t expect him to stop walking and be staring at you, fingers spinning the rings he wore, something he only did when he was nervous or anxious or struggled to find his words.

You noticed it but didn’t call him out on it. You just smiled and nodded your head for him to follow, “I promise I won’t get us too lost.”

Lance snapped out of whatever trance he was in and kept walking, this time keeping with your pace as his clothed arm brushed against your bare one. You pushed some strands of hair out of your face, wincing at how damp with sweat they were.

You felt gross, to put it simply. Sure the dress was nice, but it was disgustingly hot outside and it wasn’t helping your appearance. Usually you at least tried to look good around Lance but tonight was a write-off.

Lance looked at you the same, though. With such adoration and contentment because he was happiest when he was with you. It didn’t matter where or what either of you looked like, Lance would never look away.

There was something lingering between you. Something unsaid and impossible to ignore but always so tempting to act on.

You couldn’t explain why you never did.

But Lance never acted on it either. Both of you didn’t know how to cross that line.

You’d think in Italy, alone, walking down a beautiful path, one of you would finally do something, but the most Lance did was brush his thumb over your wrist. An intentional move, one that had you glancing up at him, but he didn’t try to connect your fingers.

You didn’t want to think about it. You just wanted to enjoy this time you had with Lance because the rest of the trip would be filled with activities and it would be impossible to get another moment alone.

When Lance chuckled softly you looked up again, but you knew instantly what was on his mind.

Tucked away between trees was a small fountain, spurting water out from the top and attracting a few birds. The stone border around it was only a foot off the ground and when Lance caught your eye, it was clear you were both thinking the same thing.

Lance took the lead, sliding his shoes off and wasting no time in stepping into the fountain. He leaned down to dip his hands in as well, humming in pleasure as the cold water hit his skin.

He splashed you right as you were stepping in as well, and that stupid smirk of his told you he would splash you again, which he did.

It wasn’t long until the material of your dress clung to your body and all you could do was try and splash him back in an attempt to ruin his clothing as well.

Lance wasn’t bothered by it, though. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way and practically encouraged you to splash the water in his direction.

“This water is disgusting,” you laughed, turning your head when Lance shook his hands in front of your face.

“Refreshing, you mean.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” you said, but that didn’t stop you from cupping a handful of it and dumping it over top of his head. Lance didn’t argue about it though, probably welcoming the water dampening his head instead of sweat. He shook his hair out as he laughed and a few drops hit your face.

Lance stepped forward, one hand going to waist to try and peel some of the material away from your body but it only fell right back into place against your sink.

He then raised his other hand to wipe away the water that was under your eyes, thumb carefully brushing your cheek as you stared up at him and asked yourself if this was your chance.

It had to be.

When else were you going to find yourself standing ankles-deep in a fountain in Italy with the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for years now.

Your lips parted, “Lance-”

Whatever you were going to say was forgotten about when Lance pressed his mouth to yours. His hand on your face held you in place as he took it upon himself to act on what you had both been feeling for months now.

He kissed you and everything else faded away.

Your hand slid around his neck as you tugged your fingers through his hair, holding him as close to you as humanly possible because if this was your one and only moment you’d share with him, you were going to make it last.

It wouldn’t be the only moment, however.

His nose nudged against yours and his tongue slid past your lips to roam over yours, tasting the remains of the wine you had at dinner and deciding right then and there it was now his favorite wine.

It was him who pulled away, he had to. You both needed to catch your breath. He dropped his forehead to yours and your smiles mirrored one another’s. You waited a second to press your lips against his once more, a quick peck this time because now that you had a taste of him it was going to be impossible to live without it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Lance admitted, still holding your face.

“Probably as long as I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you guessed and Lance’s laughter was music to your ears.

This, you thought, this was going to be the start of something truly beautiful.

And Lance was thinking the exact same thing.

#ls18 #lance stroll fic #lance stroll oneshot #driver scenarios with em

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softiecaro · 11 months

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i need more lance stories to read, like rn

#formula 1 #f1 #lance stroll imagines #lance stroll oneshot #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll #lance stroll imagine

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interestellarprincess · 8 months

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Margaret

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: it was their engagement party and Lance made a speech.

Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff and a poorly written english (not my first language)

A/N: this song just got me soooo much that i needed to write something with it, and well, it needed to be with our boy Lance. So, SUMMONING ALL LANCE GIRLIES!!!!

Everyone gathered at the 20 seats dining table was paying attention to the next person giving the toast. All of yours and your fiance’s friends and family were paying attention to when he stood up along with the sound that the silver knife made when it met the glass of the champagne cup. Even with the place full, the only one you were able to see was him, your future husband, Lance Stroll.

“Well, good night everyone!” He started a bit shy but it didn’t last much. “Some of you know, I met Y/N on a rooftop a year and a half ago. It was a beautiful sunny day in Monaco, before the race weekend, and she was there with some of our friends laughing and drinking champagne.” He smiled with the memory and everyone that looked into his face in that moment would see how in love with you he was. “Now, something that you don’t know or may not remember is that she was wearing a beautiful white summer dress, and man -he sighed- when I saw her, I remember turning to Estie and saying ‘oh, I might be in trouble right now’, I felt I could jump from that rooftop anytime” everyone at the table laughed with him. “Truth is, the moment I saw Y/N something clicked inside me, and in a rush, I saw myself spending my entire life with that beautiful girl in white.” He looked directly at you, who were already with glistening eyes from the happy and emotional tears you were letting fall. “And then, after that brief moment living inside my head, I remembered something Chloe told me when I was about to walk her down the aisle at her wedding: ‘you’ll find your person, Lance, and you’ll know when you do. Because when you know, you know.’ And that was it, she was right there and, in that moment, I knew it was her.” everyone at the table applauded and he continued “Y/N, I loved you since the first time I saw you, and I promise I’ll keep loving you ‘till the moon falls from the sky, because you are my everything and the only thing I’m completely certain that I made and knew it right.” He smiled at you, now with his eyes also glistening from the tears he was letting escape. “So, what I want to say to you guys gathered here is, it’s worth it. It’s worth the waiting, don’t give up because when you know, you know and I’m sure someday some of you will too.” He finished, you stand up, pulled him close and kissed him passionately while everyone were cheering to your love.

After the kiss, Lance took some distance to finish his words. “Oh, by the way, the party’s December 18th!”

#lance stroll drabble #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll oneshot #f1 x reader #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll imagine #Spotify

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manari-archives · 9 months

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how many things | LS18

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me I wonder how many things you wanna do you think I'm in-between I feel myself falling further down your priorities And I still make excuses for you constantly

pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

warnings: angst and alot more angst

word count: 1.4k

note: again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines mentioned. this took longer than expected to write and ive realised im not the best at writing depressing stuff which is ironic cause the entire eics album is mainly just sad songs. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

masterlist

Lance slept on the other side of the bed while you sat up reading your favourite book, a frown present on your face as you watched him. Over the last few weeks, he had abruptly become distant. Initially, you attributed it to a tough race but this strange and unusual behaviour persisted far too long. When you questioned his engineers and friends, they claimed everything was normal at work. However, you knew something had changed when he stopped doing the little things that made you fall in love with him in the first place, yet you waited for things to return to normalcy and for him to stop treating you like you were not even a second thought

The next morning, you woke up beside him and watched him sleep, realizing that the intimacy you once had faded. You no longer sat on the roof talking until the sun came up, he no longer held you close at night. You wondered the possible reasons for his sudden detachment, perhaps he felt you were too needy. You also considered the possibility that something had happened at work that he didn’t want to burden you.

Lance used to let you know when he was returning home after the race but he stopped doing that as well. You used to eagerly wait for him at the door, but those days had passed

In a vain attempt to salvage the relationship, you had put in extra effort to spend time with him, but he brushed it off, claiming he ate at work and showing no gratitude for your gestures. His cold demeanour and passive-aggressive remarks during everyday tasks made it difficult for you to express your feeling. The lack of appreciation and affection left you feeling neglected and unseen.

As time passed, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, making excuses for him constantly instead of confronting him directly. The emotional distance between you had grown, leaving you feeling unloved. You couldn't even remember the last time he said he loved you.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you confronted Lance about his distant behaviour. You expressed your frustrations, pointing out how patient and understanding you had been for months, yet he remained closed off and dismissive.

You couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you faced Lance, feeling a mix of frustration, sadness, and love. His eyes welled up too, but he seemed to be struggling to find the right words.

"I can't do this anymore, Lance," you said, your voice shaking with emotion. "I've tried my best to be patient, to understand what you're going through, but you keep shutting me out. I feel like I'm living with a stranger, not the man I fell in love with.

Lance looked pained, his brow furrowed as he tried to respond, but you couldn't bear to make more excuses for him, it's become a habit at this point. You continued, your words gaining strength.

"When was the last time you told me you loved me?" you asked, your voice wavering. "It's been months, Lance. I deserve better than this."

As tears streamed down your cheeks, you couldn't help but wonder, "Am I not even a second thought in your mind?" The realization hit hard, and you felt yourself falling further down his priorities with each passing moment.

You questioned, Your voice trembling with emotion, "How many things do you think about before you even get to me? It feels like I'm lost in the background of your thoughts." The weight of your words hung heavily in the air, reflecting the growing distance between you and Lance.

"I can't help but wonder how many things you want to do, and I feel like I'm just in between, an afterthought," you added, voicing the uncertainty and doubt that had been plaguing your mind. The sense of being unimportant and overshadowed in his life continued to haunt you.

Amidst the turmoil of emotions, you realised that his corner in your mind is well established, but you're starting to fear that you don't have a prominent place in his anymore. The contrast between your feelings of devotion and his apparent detachment became increasingly evident, leaving you with a sense of insecurity and sadness.

Despite your heartfelt plea, Lance remained resolute in his emotional distance. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, but he couldn't find the words to express what he was going through. You could sense that he was grappling with his demons, but his inability to share them left you feeling helpless and rejected.

"I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice trembling as you stepped back from him. "I love you, but I can't keep waiting for you to let me in. I need more than this."

Lance looked at you, his face a mix of pain and regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered, but it felt like an empty apology.

"I deserve more than this," you repeated, trying to steady your voice, but it cracked with emotion. "I deserve someone who will communicate with me, who will love me, who will let me be a part of their life. I can't be with someone who keeps shutting me out."

He reached out as if to touch you, but you flinched away, the hurt too fresh and raw. "Please," he pleaded, "give me more time. I'll figure this out."

But the well of patience had run dry, and you shook your head sadly. "I've given you enough time," you said, your heart breaking with every word. "I can't keep sacrificing my happiness for someone who won't let me in."

With that, you turned away, unable to bear the pain in his eyes. The weight of your decision settled heavily on your shoulders as you grabbed your belongings and left the apartment, the echoes of his apologies lingering in the air.

As you walked away, tears streamed down your cheeks, and you couldn't help but glance back one last time. But you knew deep down that you had made the right choice, as difficult as it was. You deserved to be with someone who would cherish and communicate with you, and staying with Lance would only prolong the heartache.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and the ache of loss remained, but Lance's silence remained. He never reached out, and you found yourself trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart. It hurt to think that the love you once shared had slipped through your fingers, lost in the abyss of his silence.

You tried to move on, to fill the void he left in your life, but the pain of losing him lingered. Every little thing reminding you of him, there was hiding from the thought of him and you got ways to find him in every corner. You cherished the memories of your time together, but they became bittersweet reminders of what once was.

And in the quiet moments, you couldn't help but wonder what went wrong, how the love that once burned so brightly had fizzled out into nothingness. You would find yourself looking back, wondering if Lance had ever found the strength to open up, to let someone in. But that chapter of your life had closed, leaving you with the poignant lesson that sometimes, love isn't enough to heal someone else's wounds.

In the end, all that remained were the fragments of a shattered heart and the bittersweet memories of a love that had been lost. And as you gazed into the night sky, you wondered if time could ever truly heal the wounds it had caused, or if some scars were destined to linger forever.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Secret, Secret

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Riccardio!Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pregnancy talks, breastfeeding talks, nothing to bad honest;y, fluff, uncle Daniel, dad Lance, etc.

Words: 2.1K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Hello. I’m not sure if you take requests for Lance Stroll if you don’t please pick another driver of your choice but please could I request Lance Stroll x Wife fem reader where they were the paddock ‘it’ couple but after the summer break Lance started going to races on his own and everyone thinks they have split up, when the Canada gp arrives they appear in the paddock together married and with twins and everyone finds out ect and the drives meet their baby’s (uncle Danny🥹) 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you so much I hope that all makes sense😅

"Where's Y/n?" Fernando asks, noticing your absence the moment Lance steps into the paddock.

Lance looks over and smiles, wanting to explain why but keeping it to himself.

"Didn't feel like coming." Lance shrugs, but Fernando doesn't buy it yet and chooses not to say anything else.

The media went crazy that weekend. The rumors circled; vultures were trying to pick at the leftovers of what couldn've gone wrong. Lance ignored them, but when asked why you weren't at the races anymore, he couldn't say. People started to say you got a divorce, but Lance's fans refused to accept it. The two of you, together, became the paddocks "it" couple very quickly.

"Did you two get a divorce and not tell me? Because that's just mean." Daniel whines one day, making Lance laugh at Daniel's whine.

"Daniel, Y/n needed a break, and I agreed with her. So, stop thinking we divorced." Lance snaps slightly, annoyed with the constant questions about it.

"Hey, I'm sorry, she just hasn't been answering my texts, and I'm worried," Daniel admits making Lance sigh and pat his shoulder. "She'll be back for the Canadian GP." Lance walks off, leaving Daniel smiling, missing his sister.

Daniel pulls out his phone and texts you, asking if you've been okay. He hasn't seen you in almost a year, dealing with everything that has happened at Mclaren and you moving to a new house. You both have been so busy, and he wished he knew more about his sister than the media.

Daniel: Please tell me you and Lance are still together? If he did something, I'd ask Max to crash him!

Y/N: Daniel!! DO not HURT my husband!!! I'm fine. We're doing great. Please wait until the Canadian GP. I promise you'll be thrilled with why I've been gone!"

Daniel: Hurry up, Canadian GP. I love you. Text me if you need me.

Y/N: I will. I love you too, Danny!

You sigh, hating that you were lying to your brother. The both of you are so close, and the fact that you haven't seen him in a year has been brutal. When you found out you were pregnant was the most incredible day of your life. Telling Lance was the second best. He had cried while he hugged you and promised to always protect you and your baby. The 3rd best day was finding out you were having twins. Finding that out, you and Lance had a serious conversation that night. Tell the world you were pregnant, or hide it from everyone.

It was the second choice. After research, you found that twin pregnancies were at risk, and you wanted to be safe and keep it quiet to have an easy and relaxed pregnancy. It wasn't, but it was a relatively healthy pregnancy, and 3 months ago, you gave birth to a boy and a girl. It was the 2nd time Lance had cried, and it was holding his babies.

Phone beeping, you pick it up and see it's Lance wanting to video chat with you.

"Hello, my gorgeous wife. Are you okay?" He asks the moment you hit accept.

"Daniel keeps asking me if we're divorced. But I've told him to hold off until the Canadian GP. Hopefully, he doesn't show up to the house." You joke, but you seriously considered that your brother could visit your home.

"Nah, he won't show up unless he really thinks something is wrong." Lance looks around before his end shakes as he moves somewhere else.

"Hey? How are our babies?" He asks, being careful to not say it too loud.

"Perfect. They're napping right now. Want to see?" You ask even though you know what his answer would be.

Moving across the house, you head up to the twins' nursey, slowly open the door, and show them to Lance.

"My sweet babies. Are they doing okay? You know you could always call Mom or Chole, hell, even Scotty, to come and help you." Lance spouts off, making you giggle at his worry.

"Lance, honey. I'm okay, really. We're doing fine. Besides, you'll be home soon." You try to squash his worry, but he just groans, rubbing his head.

"I hate being away from you 3 so soon after. Let me know if you need help. I'm serious." Lance urges as you just smile and nod, walking out of the nursery and letting the twins get some more sleep.

"Lance, I love you. I'll see you soon." You whisper, watching his dazzling smile as he repeats the words and hangs up.

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"I'm so glad it's the Canadian GP already." Lance cheers, making your little girl Eleanor gurgle as her father kisses her cheeks.

"Lance, be careful. You're going to scare Casper." Sighing, you pick up your boy.

Casper was a sweet boy who was shy and kept to himself. Eleanor was your outgoing and curious daughter who loved anything and everyone. It always made you laugh watching how they interacted with one another.

"Sorry." Lance laughs, watching as Casper cuddles into you.

"You ready?" You ask Lance as he bounces slightly to keep Eleanor calm for as long as possible.

"Of course, and we're going to be protected, and everyone is going to respect your wishes when you give them out. But Danny can finally give me peace." You laugh, packing up the car with your stroller and diaper bag.

Lance helps put the babies in the car seats and watches you double-check everything.

"Hey, we've got everything." Grabbing your hand, you sigh as you nod in agreement.

"I know." Lance smiles and pulls you over, kissing you gently. "Let's go." You smile before kissing him again as you climb into the passenger side.

Pulling up to the paddock parking, you take a deep breath calming yourself. Grabbing your hand, Lance pulls it up and kisses your wedding ring in a way that comforts you. To always remind you that both of you are in this together.

You don't get the chance to get out before Fernando pops up next to your window, a little scream at him suddenly popping up.

"Damn, Fernando, give her a chance to get out of the car." Lance groans, but the Spaniard laughs as you open the car door.

"Oh, I have missed you!" Fernando laughs, hugging you tightly, hugging him back just as tight.

"Why haven't you been around for almost a year. It hurt us." The man whines as Lance opens the side door, and the Aston Martin driver sees the reason.

"Twins?" He asks in awe, then looks back at you. "Does Daniel know?" You shake your head, giving him your answer.

"Hermana. Why didn't you tell us? You could've supported you." Fernando sighs and hugs you again as you try not to cry already.

"We thought it'd be best, Fernando. The press, fans, everything. We decided not to tell anyone when we found out she was pregnant with twins. Her parents and mine know, but Scotty and Chole found out 2 weeks ago. And today, we tell everyone and you guys." Lance explains, pulling out Casper, who whines and buries himself into his fathers' hold.

"Want to hold Eleanor? She is more welcoming to strangers than Casper." Fernando smiles and holds his arms out as Eleanor is placed gently.

"She's gorgeous." He whispers and automatically starts swaying side to side as she wakes from her little sleep.

Opening her eyes, she stares at Fernando, who smiles, pulling her closer.

"I'll destroy anyone who thinks they can hurt you." He says sweetly, making you laugh and grab Eleanor, who gurgles and shakes her hands before settling down in your hold.

"I'll see you inside, yes? If anyone gives you trouble, let me know." Fernando kisses your temple before patting Lance on the back, whispering something in his ear that has Lance laugh and turn red.

"What did he say?" You ask, grabbing the stroller and placing the diaper bag in the bottom.

"Don't worry about it." Lance shakes his head, but you don't.

"Lance." Your husband sighs and moves closer to you so no one else hears.

"He said I must have magic balls to get you knocked up with twins the first time." You laugh, making Casper jump and whine, having Lance comfort him immediately.

"Shhh, Mommy, that was mean." Lance teases, but you roll your eyes, heading to the entrance.

Scanning in, people notice you two and start taking pictures. Thankfully no one comes up close and in your space. They keep their distance as they take picture after picture.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lance laughs as he gets stopped by Mick and Esteban, who stand there shocked, seeing their best friend and his wife holding two babies.

"Hey, language." You tease, but Esteban waves you off as he approaches Lance.

"Who is this little guy?" Esteban asks, being very careful to not startle the baby.

"This is Casper." Lance turns Casper slightly, who just sleeps peacefully in his father's arms.

"God, Lance, he looks just like you." Esteban laughs as Mick watches Eleanor look around.

"Twins, each just like you." Mick smiles, sticking a finger out. Eleanor grabs it and puts it in he mouth.

"Eleanor, no." Mick laughs as he watches you pull his finger out of her daughter's mouth, telling you his hands are clean.

"I know, but still, she's young." Mick nods in understanding the 4 of you talking as they coo over the babies.

"Lance, we should get going. I'm going to have to feed them soon." Lance nods as Mick and Esteban say bye but tell you they're coming to spend time with the babies after the race.

Getting to the Hospitality suite Lance, gets you settled, everyone being respectful, waving, and not bothering you too much.

"See, we're okay." Lance kisses the side of your head as you bottle-feed the babies.

Breastfeeding was rough initially, and you decided to bottle feed as it would give each twin the nutrients they need rather than running low and worrying about it.

"I know-" You get cut off when Lance's media manager pops up.

"I tried to stop him, but, yeah, sorry." They disappear and are soon replaced with your brother, who stops seeing the four of you.

"Danny." You sigh, but he just holds his hand up and walks closer, taking in the sight of the twins.

"You were pregnant with twins, gave birth, and you didn't tell me?" He asks, sitting down next to you and touching Eleanor's cheek.

"Danny, we wanted the pregnancy to be as easy as possible, I wanted to tell you, but we thought this way was best." You explain, but Daniel laughs, tears in his eyes as he hugs you.

"Oh god, they're gorgeous." He cries as you lean into his hug, crying with him.

"Can I hold them?" He asks Lance smiling as he slowly puts Casper in his Uncle's arms. With breaths held, you waited for Casper to start crying. Instead, he snuggles into Daniel's chest.

"He loves you." You whisper, watching his hands cradle Casper closer as the little boy moves closer, trying to bury a hole for himself.

"Well, duh, I'm his Uncle." He sticks his tongue out at you, but Lance shakes his head no.

"Daniel, he hates being held by anyone but us. This...this is big for him." Lance smiles, wanting to cry at the fact that someone else can hold his son now.

"Hah! Suck on that, Scotty. I really am the favorite Uncle." Snorting at your brother's childish behavior, you watch the two interact.

"I call babysitting duties." "Deal!" Lance and you shout, making Daniel look up, shocked at your sudden acceptance.

"Wow, guess mommy and daddy need some private time," Daniel whispers to Casper, but you don't disagree with the statement.

"Hey? What's their names?" Daniel asks, making you both smile.

"You're holding, Casper Daniel Stroll. And this is Eleanor Claire-Ann Stroll." Lance announces, watching fresh tears fall down Daniel's eyes.

"No wonder he likes me. We have the same name." He chokes out, holding the boy closer, who just whined before closing his eyes.

"I'm keeping him." Daniel nods as you just sigh, but Lance takes it seriously.

"Like hell, you will." Daniel sticks his tongue out and shields Casper from Lance's hands.

"Off, you knocked my sister up. Give me this." Lance rolls his eyes and then smirks.

"Dude, you're holding my sperm. Really want to keep it?" Lance asks, having Daniel look down at his nephew.

"Take him back." You laugh as Daniel shivers at the thought.

Looking around, you smile at your husband and brother fighting over your little boy; looking down at Eleanor, you kiss her little forehead.

"You're both so loved." Smiling at your little family.

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Sugar Plum

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, fake dating at its finest, protective!Lance, some sexual references, a few kisses and lack of clothing, Lance being the best boyfriend someone can ask for, definitely way too close for this to be fake dating lmao, overly Canadian for no reason, a few swear words.

Word Count: 9.8k

Author’s Note: as a Canadian, it was my duty to write a Lance fic and have it take place at the Canadian GP + Toronto; it was necessary. // ***no animals were harmed in the making of this fic @ Cece, C and McKenna <333

Part Two: Keeping It Professional

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Saturday

Being an intern for Aston Martin was the dream. You were traveling the world doing what you loved. You worked with the PR and media department for the team and you couldn't be happier. You had gotten to know everyone on the team pretty well, from the mechanics to the factory crew, to the PR team and the drivers; Sebastian was always nothing but kind to you, stopping to have a conversation whenever he saw you, asking how you’ve getting along there. Lance was sweet too, the two of you closer in age than you and Sebastian. He wasn't all the most talkative but he was always nice to you.

The Canadian Grand Prix was Lance’s home race and it just so happened to be yours as well. Lance had grown up in Montreal and you were from Toronto which was only a few hours away from there.

You were sitting in the garage watching the qualifying session when your phone rang, you stepped into the hallway to answer the call; your mother.

��Hello ?”

“Hi darling! How are you?” Your mother's voice came from the other end of the call. “Are you coming home this week? I know you have the week off.” She asks and you already regret telling her about the week between the Canadian GP and Silverstone.

“I suppose I am. Why ?” you ask her, glancing over to see Lance pulling back into the garage. Has qualifying ended already ?

“Your dad and I were wondering if you were bringing that boyfriend of yours. He's there with you, isn't he?” She asks and you sigh.

“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’ve gotta go, mom.”

“Oh, of course. Call me before you come down!” She says and it’s like you can see the smile on her face.

“Yeah, no problem.” You end the call and tuck the phone in your pocket.

You’re hiding in the hallway, trying to figure out how to explain to your mom that there is no boyfriend in the picture and that you’ve been lying to them this whole time.

There’s a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. You assume it’s Sebastian before even looking up because he’s the only one who stops in the hallway to chat. Imagine the surprise when you look up and find Lance in front of you.

The driver smiles at you, leaning on the wall across from you. “Any plans for this week?” He asks, small talk was his specialty you’ve learned.

You shrug, “maybe back to London after the race.”

Lance's brows furrow, sipping on his water before he speaks. “How come? Aren't you headed home for the week? You live like.. a few hours from here, no?”

“Yeah but my mom is really getting on my nerves. She wants me to come to my cousin’s wedding and bring my boyfriend but I don’t have a boyfriend and she doesn’t know that but she’s really pushing me, it’s just irritating.” You sigh, but then realize you've bared your issue to the last person who probably wants to hear it.

You give him an apologetic look. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop all that on you.”

Lance waves you off, smiling. “It’s fine.” Lance is quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking before he speaks. ‘If you want, I'll go with you.”

You’re looking at him, part confusion and part shock which he can tell based on the look on your face. “What?”

“I’ll go with you.” He nods. You shake your head, “no, you won’t.” You’re laughing now and Lance is looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“You said your mom is expecting you to bring a boyfriend. I’ll go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.” He’s so nonchalant about the whole thing.

“I’m leaving on Tuesday and I won’t be heading to London until the following Monday. Do you really want to spend a whole week with my family ?”

“If they’re anything like you, then yeah.” He smiles. Your heart flutters at his words; he really thought that about you? That he’d be willing to spend a week with you?

“Lance, you really don’t have to do this. They’re kinda crazy.” You laugh, shifting from one foot to the other. “Plus I’m sure you have better things to do. Don’t you want to spend time with your family ?”

“Everyone’s coming for the race tomorrow. My parents are headed on their anniversary trip next week and Chloe is going out with Scotty so I'll be here by myself. I was just going to hang around here anyways. I don’t mind.”

You hum, debating if you should let him. “Why are you so insistent on coming with you?”

“Because I want to be nice, and I know how many times you’ve covered for me without me asking.” He smiles.

“I don’t cover for you.” You did; you always covered for Lance.

“So why did Julia ask about my car troubles the other day?” Lance's brows raise when he looks at you. You just shrug, picking at a thread on your shirt. “Had nothing to do with the fact that you covered for me while I had a hangover?”

“When'd you have a hangover?” You ask, a smile on your face. Lance chuckles, nodding. “Right.”

“But if you’re absolutely sure you want to come with me, you can pick me up Tuesday.” You glance at him and he nods. “Bright and early, Tuesday morning.”

You begin walking down the hallway back to the garage when you turn and shout to him; “you’re driving!”

“I wouldn't dream of anything else!” He shouts back. You pause, “you’re dreaming of me? How sweet.” You rest a hand on your chest.

Lance laughs and blows you a kiss just for the heck of it before heading into his driver’s room.

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Tuesday

As he promised, Lance was at the hotel to pick you up bright and early. The two of you decided that Tuesday would be best simply because Monday would be a madhouse of traffic with people leaving from the race, plus you could both use the day of rest. You were lugging two suitcases out the front door of the hotel and a duffle bag over your shoulder. He comes over and takes one of the suitcases and the duffle bag.

“Did you pack your entire apartment ?” He laughed, lifted the suitcases into the trunk, rearranging the stuff to fit your stuff inside.

You roll your eyes, “we’ve been on the road for 2 weeks, a girl needs her stuff, okay?”

Lance lifts his hands in surrender. “Let’s go before we hit traffic.” He gets in the car as do you.

“I need coffee.” You tell him when he pulls out of the parking lot.

“There’s a Starbucks before we get on the highway.” He’s fiddling with the settings on the dash screen, trying to set the GPS. You push his hand away and set it yourself, “Starbucks ? We’re in Canada. Pull into the Tim Hortons.” You point to the one coming up.

“Do you see that line? We’re definitely gonna hit traffic.”

“Lance, please. I cannot make it through this trip without coffee and I cannot bear to deal with these people. I’ll help you drive.”

Lance sighs, turning into the parking lot before finding his way to the drive thru. You quickly learned that Lance would give into you if you give him a please and some puppy eyes.

The Tims’ wasn’t extremely busy, it was more so that they were slow. After what felt like the world’s longest 30 minutes, you both finally managed to get onto the highway. Lance refused to let you drive even though you had offered before he pulled onto the highway. The traffic was building but it was still moving. It’s half past 9 in the morning and the sun is starting to peek through the clouds.

About an hour into the drive, the traffic comes to a total standstill and you’re sitting in the car, avoiding Lance’s glare. “What did I tell you?” He asks, brown eyes fixed on you.

You shrug, sipping on your coffee. Lance shakes his head before propping his elbow on the window and resting his head on his hand.

The car’s in park because you haven’t moved from your spot in the last 40 minutes. Between Montreal and before you reach back towards the residential areas, consisted of a lot of forest area and the occasional farm house. Something moving in the trees to your right catches you attention.

“Lance?” you call and he hums, his eyes on his phone. “Lance!” You smack his arm and he looks at you. “What?!” He groans, rubbing his arm.

You point to shadow in the trees. “Something’s moving.” You whisper, as if it could hear you. Lance looks out your window, “there’s nothing there.”

“Look!” You point to the trees, there’s clearly something large moving between them.

Lance unbuckles and leans over, his arms resting on your thighs as he peers out your window. He even rolls it down to get a better view. He smiles to himself, turning to look at you.

“It’s a moose.” He says casually, still in the same position.

Your brows furrow, but you can feel how fast your heart is beating. Lance’s face is inches from yours, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a honk, startling the two of you and he sits up, back in his seat now when he realizes that the traffic has started to move. Lance takes the car out of park and starts driving.

“So uh,” you clear your throat. “My mom is sorta hell bent on me staying at home for the week. You’re more than welcome to join me, well, she wants you to stay with us. She insisted on it; but only if you’re comfortable! I know it’s gonna be hectic with all my aunts and uncles, and their kids.”

Lance doesn't answer so you look over at him, “but if you wanna stay in a hotel, that’s totally fine too. There’s one not too far from the house. I’ll change the GPS-” you go to change the GPS but Lance grabs your hand to move it. He doesn’t let go when he puts his hand back on his lap.

“I’m staying with you.”

“You really don’t have to, if you don't want. The house is gonna be hectic.” You mumble, looking anywhere but at your hand on his lap.

“We’re dating, aren't we? Gotta make it believable sugar plum.” Lance lifts your hand and presses a kiss to it.

“Did you just call me sugar plum?” You laugh and Lance nods, smiling.

Over the course of the drive, you tell him about your family and what to expect from them. You also tell him how there’s gonna be a lot of you staying in one house because your parents are the only ones living close to the venue. After the brief stint of traffic, it was clear the rest of the way. You two stop 3 times; once for food, then for gas and then the final stop before you get into the city, you just need to mentally prepare yourself for them. You offered to drive each time you stepped but Lance refused to let you behind the wheel.

You must have dozed off at some point because when you opened your eyes, the car had stopped. You sit up, looking out the window. “How was your nap?” Lance asks, unbuckling.

“Fine- wait.” You grab his hand, stopping him from getting out of the car. “Are you okay?” His hand in yours, eyes studying your face.

“I’m sorry but can we leave? We’ll stay somewhere else.”

“I would love nothing more than to whisk you away y/n, but I think it’s a little too late for that.” He nods towards the couple standing on the porch.

You sigh, “my parents.” You mumbles, and he nods. “You look like your mom,” he smiles, getting out of the car. You follow him, the two of you standing by the trunk and Lance lifts the suitcases out.

“I’m right here,” He gives your arm a squeeze before rolling the luggage towards the porch.

“Seems like an awful lot of stuff to bring when you’re meeting your girlfriend’s parents.” Your dad tells Lance, eyeing the 3 suitcases opposed to your one duffle bag.

“Oh no, sir. Two of these are your daughter’s plus her bag. This one’s mine.” He points out the smallest blue one of the three. The older man laughs, “that makes more sense.”

You were being smothered in a hug by your mom before she moved onto Lance, squeezing him tight. “Oh, you two are the cutest things I've seen.” The woman grins, eyeing the two of you side by side.

You glance at Lance who’s smiling at your parents and he slings an arm over your shoulder. “Got lucky with this one,” he smiles, pulling you into his side.

Lance and your father take the luggage inside, the 4 of you met by an entire living room of people. Most of your family had arrived on Sunday and would be staying there until the following Sunday. You introduced Lance to everyone; all 4 sets of aunts and uncles, along with the 7 cousins of yours that would be staying.

“We’re all headed out for dinner in a bit, I hope you two will join us.” Your aunt says, smiling at you and Lance. “We’d love to but I think y/n is going to want to freshen up a bit, we’ll meet you guys there?” He offers, knowing you’ll want some downtime before dealing with all of that.

“Of course, I'll send y/n the address.” She smiles at Lance, before you lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

Once the two of you are in the room, you shut the door and just toss yourself on the bed. Lance quietly sits beside you, his hand rubbing along your back gently.

“Are you okay ? We can skip dinner if you want. We can get something nearby instead.” He offers, scooting to lay beside you when you roll onto your back.

“Thank you but no, we’ll go so they can’t say we were ‘up to no good’ as my mother would say.”

“What’s ‘up to no good’ mean?” He asks and answers his own question the same time you do, “sex.” You both, laughing.

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You and Lance were sitting beside each other, his arm over the back of your chair as you picked at the brownie in front of you. The conversation was flowing considering that there were 19 of you at dinner. Your group took over a whole section of the restaurant.

“Is it cold?” He whispers and you look at him, confused. “The brownie,” he says, “is it cold?”

“Oh no,” you shook your head. “Still warm. Want some?”

Lance opens his mouth which was an answer in itself. You get some ice cream with brownie on the spoon before feeding him. You can feel the eyes on you and you glance over to see one of your aunts looking at you two lovingly.

“You two are adorable,” She grins, “how’d you meet?”

Lance smiles at the woman, stepping up to his role as the doting boyfriend when you completely blank. You covered every topic from here to the sun about you and your family and him and his family but yet, you didn't come up with a backstory.

“Oh well you know how it goes, Marie. She's the new, pretty intern and I drive for Aston Martin. I took a liking to her but her with me? Not so much,” he says, making her laugh. “Your niece kept brushing me off and I eventually won her over with my charm.” He flashes her a smile.

You lean into Lance, adding onto your image of the perfect couple.

The waiter comes by and asks if everyone is okay and if you’d like the bill, finding out how everyone would like to split it. After the waiter leaves, Lance excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you think nothing of it. The waiter returns and everyone asks where the bill is, only to find out it had been taken care of. When your father asks by who, the waiter points to the man sitting next to you. You turn to Lance, shocked, as is everyone else at the table. A round of thank you and you didn’t have to do that was sent his way only for him to insist that it was fine, he wanted to do something nice for his girlfriend’s family.

The men head outside first, bringing the cars up one by one, that way no one would have to walk outside in the chill night breeze to the cars. You were waiting for Lance when the waiter taps you on the shoulder, handing you a piece of paper.

“I forgot to give your husband the bill.” He smiles and your brows furrow. “My hus- oh right,” you smile, “thank you.”

You glance at the bill, you assume the tab would have been big but not that big. You tuck it into your pocket before heading out to the car to meet up with Lance.

About half way through the drive, he finally glances over at you and asks; “why have you been staring me down for the last 20 minutes?”

“$460.” You say, looking at the man. He stops at the red light, looking over at you. “What ?”

“The bill from dinner.”

“Oh, yeah.” He shrugs. “That’s a lot of money, Lance.”

“It’s nothing,” he tells you and you shake your head. “I’ll pay you back.”

Lance rolls his eyes, “dad pays you well but not that well. I’m not letting you pay me back.”

The rest of the drive was you grumbling about how you’re gonna pay him back because that’s too big of a bill to cover for people he doesn’t even know.

Once you arrived back at the house, you and Lance say your goodnights only to find a blow up mattress in your bedroom, next to your bed. There’s a knock on the door and you already know where this is going.

“Dad, you know I'm not a teenager anymore? I’m allowed to have a boy in my bed.” You call out to the man who you know is on the other side of the door.

Your father sticks his head into the room, “I know but I also know how young men are,” he tossed a glance at Lance. “Sleep well, kiddos.” He smiles and shuts the door again.

Lance steps out for you to change and somehow manages to get into the bathroom to change himself before returning. You were already on the bed when he came back in, flopping down on the air mattress. You roll onto your side, looking down at him on the little brown bed.

“Are you regretting saying yes to staying here?”

“No,” he laughs, “it’s nice that they care enough to do this.”

“Your past girlfriends’ parents didn’t do this?”

Lance shook his head, “their parents didn’t care or they weren't around enough to care.”

You hum, you roll onto your back and face the ceiling. The two of you laying in silence for quite a while. “If you want, you can come up here.” You whisper, unsure if he was still awake.

“And break your dad’s rule? He’d kill me.”

You roll back over to look at Lance. “Are you serious ?” “As a heart attack.” He smiles.

---

Wednesday

The hangers clattered against each other when you pushed through to search for a dress to wear to the wedding. You didn’t like anything you brought with you from London and you could not find anything in the stupid closet to wear. Groaning, you fall back onto the bed and run a hand over your face.

When you hear the door open, you sit up; a shirtless Lance walks in, a towel sitting low on his hips and one in his hands as he rubbed his hair, trying to dry it.

You didn’t mean to ogle at the man but you couldn't help it.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.” He says, going about his business. “I’ll step out-” you get off the bed and Lance turns to face you.

“Why?”

You point out the obvious. “You’re changing.”

“It’s your room, y/n. Stay, it’s fine. I heard groaning though, you okay?” He asks, and you turn back to the closet and look through once more.

“Just looking for something to wear.”

“You had 2 suitcases and a duffle bag, plus your entire closet; still nothing ?” He calls out and you shrug, looking through once more in hopes of finding something.

It gets quiet for a moment and you turn around to see Lance is half dressed now; a pair of joggers hanging off his waist, rubbing your chapstick on his lips.

“Is that my chapstick ?”

“Oh shit, sorry. I should have asked first.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I- the smell doesn’t bother you?” eyeing the green tube in his hand, he shrugs. “No ? I love mint.”

You turn your attention back to the closet and Lance walks over, stretching out on your bed as he scrolls through his phone before you sit on the bed beside Lance. The driver glances at you before scrolling through his phone. He laughs, lifting his arm to show you the video playing on the screen; a puppy rubbing its nose on the baby's belly, making him laugh. You smile, admiring the man lying beside you; the grin on his face to the crinkles by his eyes when he laughed. Suddenly, it feels a little too good to be true but you brush the feeling away when you notice the tattoo on his ribs.

“What does it mean?” You ask, unable to pull your eyes away from the scripture on his side.

“Fortune favours the bold.” He sits up and lifts his arm, letting you get a better look at it.

Your fingers run along the ink, the raised skin gliding under your fingers. “It’s beautiful.”

“Do you have any ?” He asks, eyeing your bare arms. “Me? No,” you chuckle, “too scared.”

“I’ll take you, we can get matching ones. Little maple leafs as tribute to home sweet home.” He chuckled and you raised your brows, smiling. “Yeah, if pigs fly, sure.”

Lance hums, laying back before looking at you. “Did you seriously not find anything to wear? The wedding’s in 2 days.” You groan, laying back beside him, tuning your head to face him. “Don’t remind me.”

“Let me take you shopping.”

“No, you covered dinner and you’re here. That’s enough.”

“I didn’t mean foot the bill, dummy.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll drive you.”

You sit up and look at him, “you are aware that I know how to drive?” “I would hope so,” he gets off the bed and pulls on a shirt; much to your displeasure.

“Come on, do you really want to spend the day with your family ? I know you don’t.” Lance grabs your hands, pulling you towards the edge of the bed.

“Noooo,” you groan, laying back. “I’m lazy plus it's sooo hot outside.”

Lance gets on the bed, he’s practically straddling you and his arms are on either side of you. “You need to get up to look for a dress.” He tells you. He even offered to stop at Tims for you, in hopes of getting you up but alas, you were laying under him still.

“Baby, if you don't get your ass up, I'll carry you out to the car.” He says sweetly, a smile on his face.

You hook your arms over his shoulders, smiling back at him; two can play this game.

Lance flips the two of you, you’re on his lap and your hands are on his chest. “This isn't very friend like of you, Lance,” you gesture to yourself on his lap.

“It isn’t?” His hands finding their way to your thighs. The short sundress you had on was bunched at your thighs, just over Lance’s hands. He glances up at you, his hands slowly moving up.

This is a little too dangerous; the game has shifted to something else.

Lance moves one of his hands to your lower back, a soft push and you’re flat against his chest. “Friends don’t do this, do they?” He asks.

“We’re dating, aren't we?” You’re sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist, hands on your ass when he sits up. He pats your butt, “come on, up. We’re gonna hit traffic.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, getting off his lap. “You and this traffic bro.” You roll your eyes before fixing your hair and grab your purse. “Ready?”

Lance nods, following you through the house and out to the car. Much to your surprise, you hit no traffic and ended up downtown in maybe 30 minutes plus the extra 15 it took after you made Lance pull in to Tim Hortons to get you an ice Capp.

You are about ready to call it quits.

It has been 3 of the longest hours of your life, your legs hurt and it’s far too hot to be outside. 14 different stores and you’ve yet to find anything you like. At this point, you might as well go home and call it a day. Lance was not ready to quit; you set out to find a dress, and you will find a dress. He’s so patient, sitting outside of every dressing room, zipping you up or giving his opinions; when asked of course. He even runs back and forth to get you different sizes or different colours.

“Okay!” you call to him, “last one but I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“Let's see it.” Lance sets the phone on his lap when you step out of the dressing room.

His face twists unintentionally; “my thoughts exactly.” You tell him, looking at yourself in the mirror. It was a beautiful yellow, the floral pattern had caught your eye and it looked promising on the hanger but on you, not so much. It was making you look square and that was not what you were looking for.

You change out of the dress, meeting Lance by the door. He steps out first, holding the door for you. “I’m ready to go home.” You tell him, groaning.

Lance sighs, putting his sunglasses on. “You need a dress, you’re gonna complain on the day of if you don't find one now.”

“How do you know that?” you ask him, rolling your eyes at the truth.

“Because, I do.” He flashes you a smile, the two of you walking down the sidewalk towards a store.

“How are you so patient though? My exes would have lost their minds with all of that.” You laugh and Lance shrugs. “I grew up with a sister plus dad wasn't always around, so I was there with my mom and my sister when I wasn't karting. I’m used to it.”

You had been stopped when Lance grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him. “What ?” you ask him, looking in the window. He points to something and pulls you inside.

“This seems a bit aggressive,” you pull your arm away from the driver, looking at him. Lance ignores you, sorting through the rack of dresses in front of you. You watch as he carefully sorts through, pulling out some and setting them back.

What was his plan? You have no idea, you were just enjoying the air conditioning because you were boiling even though you two had only been outside for 5 minutes between stores.

Lance turns to you, a hanger in his hand. You looked between him and the dress. He gestures to the dress with his free hand, a grin on his face; clearly proud of his dress picking skills. The dress was stunning, you had to give him that much. A emerald green satin dress, a low cut front with a slit on side and slight ruching to pull in the shape of it.

“It’s almost like you want me to look like a walking advertisement for Aston Martin.” You laugh, the colour screaming at you.

“Humour me, y/n. Plus we both know you look good in green anyways.” He compliments you and your usual green attire around the track.

You can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks when you take the dress from him, Lance following you to the dressing room, sitting outside. The moment you put the dress on, you know it's the one. You didn’t even have to zip it up to know.

Maybe humouring him did pay off.

“Ready?” You stick your head out from behind the curtain. Lance nods, sitting up a little more. “Let’s see.”

Stepping out, you turn to face him. Lance spins his finger and you do a spin for him. The smile on your face was enough to show him that this was the one.

“You look.. I don’t think there are words to describe how stunning you look right now.”

“Oh shut up, Lance.” You laugh, smoothing the front of the dress when you look at yourself in the mirror. “It’s true,” he nods, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

He waves you off. “Go change, I’ll take it to the front.” He tells you, waiting for you to change and hand the dress off to him which you do.

After a few minutes, you find Lance by the register, talking to the sales girl. “Alright, how much- Lance what the hell!” You exclaim, your brows knitted when you see the man with the dress bag.

“I know you didn’t buy that dress for me.” “I did, did you have something to add in?” He feels his pocket with his free hand to find his wallet.

“No!” You shook your head. You thank the sales girl and you and Lance head out.

The two of you walk back towards the parking lot, Lance carries the bag and you’re on your phone. You bump into someone, causing you to look up. “Sorry! I wasn’t- Ben ?” you pause, looking at the man in front of you.

“Oh hey y/n! How are you?” the blonde asks you and you shrug. “Fine, you?”

“Good.” He smiles, “Who’s this?” he glances at Lance, the driver has a scowl on his face and you could see the glare he was giving him through his dark sunglasses.

“This is my-” “boyfriend. I’m Lance.” He cuts you off, introducing himself. “You are?” He asks the other man.

“Ben, her ex boyfriend- well, we’re friends, aren't we?” Ben laughs, nudging you. Lance shifts closer to you, his hand reaching for yours and interlocks fingers with you.

“No, we’re not.” You give him a tight lipped smile.

Ben awkwardly chuckles, glancing at you and Lance. “Ready, sweetheart? We’ve got reservations, remember ?” Lance asks you, already ready to pull you away from Ben.

“Bye Ben!” You shout back to the man who was still standing there when you walk off with Lance, crossing the road to get into his car. Lance sets your dress on the backseat before opening the door for you, tossing one more glare in Ben’s direction before getting in.

“We have reservations ? Nice one.” You chuckle, checking your phone.

Lance smiles, pulling off and heading down towards the lakeshore. Even on your week off, you had work to do so while Lance drove, you replied to some emails on your phone. It was another 15 minutes before the car came to a full stop.

You look up and to your right, was the lakeshore and on the left, was your favourite restaurant. “What are we doing here?”

“We have reservations. Didn’t you hear me?” He smiles at you, getting out of the car.

Lance kept surprising you.

Once you two are seated, you make small talk and order. Lance turns to you, “do you have jewellery for the dress?”

“I do, but I didn’t even ask what you’re wearing.”

“I have a few different shirts, but black pants and maybe a black shirt? I’ll let you pick, but I need a tie.” He tells you, sipping on his water.

“There’s a place a few doors down from here, they sell nice ties if I remember correctly. We can check after if you want.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two of you had a quiet lunch which was nice after the hectic house you left and all the shopping so you two relaxed for a bit. The restaurant wasn’t busy either so you practically almost had the whole place to yourselves. Lance was good company even away from the fake dating thing you two found yourselves in. You quickly learned a lot about him because it turns out that quiet Lance actually loves to talk when in the right company.

Afterwards, you both head towards the store down the road and sort through the various shades of green before settling on two of them that could match either of the shirts that Lance has with him.

Lance glances at you, “aren't you glad I dragged you out the house?”

“I think you did almost everything but drag me out the house but sure, whatever you say.” You smile at the man, swatting his hand away when he pinches your thigh.

Thursday

Half past 9 in the morning and Lance was still snoring quietly on his little bed. He refused to break your dad's rule and come sleep on the bed with you.

There were still last minute errands that needed to be done and you had gotten up early to meet some of your cousins to help out.

It would be rude to leave and not tell Lance so after you showered, you found yourself sitting on the air mattress, gently shaking him. “Hey, hey.” You shook him, he groaned and rolled away from you.

“Lance, come on.” You nudge him, peeking over his shoulder. Lance barely opened his eyes and grumbled something before shutting them again.

“I’m heading out to help my cousins, are you gonna be okay?”

Lance hums, his hand reaching for you and pulling you back to him. You sort of tumble and end up beside him. “Are you awake?” You look over at him.

“Too early.” he whispers, his voice laced with sleep.

“I have to go, will you be okay?” you lay on your side, looking at him; Lance had shifted, one arm tucked under his head and his eyes shut. He looked so peaceful and handsome, it was making it hard for you to leave.

Lance only wrapped himself about you and tightened his grip on you when you went to get up. He wasn’t sleeping - he was being difficult.

“C’mon, I gotta go.”

“No,” he hums, kissing your shoulder. “Who’s gonna warm me up?”

“The AC is off and you stole my comforter from me,” You sigh, leaning back against him. “Okay but I want my sugar plum.”

You shift to fully look at him; was he awake or half asleep?

“Are you delusional ?” “What ?” Lance finally opens his eyes to look at you, an offended look on his face.

“Never mind,” you shook your head, “are you gonna let me go?”

“No, we’re going back to sleep.” He snuggled into your side. “Can we at least move onto my bed?” You glance back at him and Lance is already up and jumping onto your bed.

“God,” he stretches, relaxing into the mattress. “This is so comfortable.”

You toss the blanket on the bed, crawling next to him as you settle into his side, your head on his chest with his arm around you. “I told you to come sleep up here.”

“I thought you were trying to seduce me,” he joked, pulling the blanket over the two of you. “Me?! What about the other day? You were feeling me up.”

“Oh please, you sat on my lap.” Lance mumbles, eyes closed.

“Fuck off,” you give him a shove, rolling to face away from him. You weren't mad but you wanted to irritate him.

Lance presses a kiss to your shoulder, “sweetheart, I know you’re not mad.”

“I am.”

Lance rolls his eyes, pulling you onto your back. He hums when he sees the look on your face; “Grumpy.” He mumbles, kissing your shoulder and up to your neck. You didn’t say anything, wanting to see if he'd be bold enough to finally do something.

From the moment in the car to now, you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him and yet, Lance kept making moves with zero pay off.

Your hand finds his face, holding his jaw between your thumb and fingers. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Lance doesn’t hesitate, his lips finding yours the moment the words leave your mouth. Your hand lets go, resting on his jaw instead while you pull him closer with the other hand. You tug on his shirt, he gets the hint and sits up, pulling it off.

Surely, you had seen him shirtless countless times, even yesterday, but this was different but you barely had a moment to process before Lance was taking off your shirt, his hands snaking down to your hips when he kissed down between your tits and to your stomach. Before he could go further, the door swings open. Both of your parents were standing there and neither of you could say anything because the door shut as quick as it opened. Lance sits up, looking at you and the panic on his face was evident.

“Are we-” he looks between you and the door.

“No.” You sit up, “I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole.”

The two of you end up getting off the bed, getting dressed as quickly as possible before heading into the kitchen. “Morning,” you hum, pouring a cup of coffee for yourself.

Your mom slides a plate over to Lance who sat at the counter, watching you. Your father was staring down Lance, who shifts in his seat.

“Will you two be joining us to decorate ?” Your mother asks, giving your father a shove so he stops staring at Lance. The driver ignores your father’s gaze by focusing on his pancakes, pouring the maple syrup onto them.

“Yup, Lance needs to take a quick shower and then we’ll meet you guys there.” You glance around the empty house when you sit beside Lance.

“I bet he does.” Your father grumbles, making you gag. “Ew!” You groan, Lance’s face is as red as a tomato.

“Leave them alone!” Your mom smacks your father’s arm, pushing him out of the kitchen. “We’ll see you guys there, don’t be too long!”

When the front door slams shut, Lance groans and buries his face into your shoulder. “How am I ever going to face your parents after that?”

“Who decided to be all horny this morning? Grow up, Lance.” You get up, walking around to set the empty coffee cup in the sink.

Lance gives you a glare, “me? Who asked me to kiss them?” now getting up and walking over to you.

You’re leaning the counter looking at him, your arms folding across your chest. Lance’s hands are on your waist, hoisting you up onto the counter before he finds his way between your legs. “Might I add that I didn’t say to get me naked.” You say, smiling.

Lance kisses you, “shut up,” he mumbles against your lips.

At some point, you two let go of each other, probably after Lance’s phone starts buzzing incessantly in his pocket. His sister calls him about something, you sneak a few kisses in while he’s on the phone and you manage to wash the mountain of dishes in the sink before he gets off the phone.

When you finally left the house, you had to make a stop to pick up some stuff from your cousin’s place before heading to the hall. It was all hands on deck at that point because when you two arrived, everyone had stopped for lunch.

It was now half past 4 in the afternoon and you guys needed to get out of there by 6 because the hall on the other side had an event coming in.

Lance was helping your uncles and dad build the arch your cousin wanted while you and your aunts were setting the tables and the centrepieces.

Where were the bride and groom, you ask? Relaxing at home.

Your dad called you over to hang the flowers on the arch the way your cousin wanted because you were the only one she trusted with the decorating. You were standing on a chair under the arch trying to loop the stems though the top, standing on tiptoes to peek over a little more. There's a hand on your waist the moment you start to feel yourself wobble and no surprise when you look over, you find Lance smiling at you.

“Can you two stop ogling each other and finish this?” Your other cousin, Micheal groans. “Fuck off, Mikey,” you toss a flower in his direction.

----

Friday

Wedding day; the house was in total chaos mode.

Everyone had been getting up since 9am, trying to get all 19 of you out the door and to the venue for 6pm which is starting to look more and more impossible as the hours go by.

Lance had left you in bed, showering first and coming back to wake you up around 11.

“Sugarplum,” he peppers your face with kisses, you hum and roll away from the man. “Baby, come on. Your cousins’ are gone, better get up before they come back.”

“Noooo,” you groan, burying your face into the pillow. Lance lays beside you, rubbing your back softly like the first night you two were in there.

“Fine, keep sleeping but I’ve got to run out and get something after I help your dad drop some stuff off so I'll be gone for a while, okay?” He whispers to you and you finally roll over and face him. “You’re leaving me alone with these crazy people ?”

“By crazy people, you mean your family?” He laughs, brushing the hair from your face. You hum, burying your face in his chest.

“You smell good.” You mumble and Lance chuckles, you can feel the vibration of his chest against you.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, okay ?” He pulls away slightly so he can look at you. “Don’t forget to eat.” He reminds you, knowing how you were; most of the time you were running around the track so busy that you usually didn’t eat until the end of the day. Lance always found you in the dining hall after hours, watching Netflix on your phone and munching away on whatever you found.

You nod, puckering your lips which earns you a smile. Lance leans down and kisses you before getting up, “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Be safe.” You call, sitting up on the bed.

---

It was 5:23 when Lance walked back into your bedroom. “Where have you been?” you turn to face the man who’s now flopping down onto your bed. “We have to leave in like.. 20 minutes.” You turn back to the mirror, doing your eyeliner.

“I have been outside since 4:30, babe.” Lance sits up, looking at you. You stop and turn to face him once again. “Your dad needed help loading the last of the stuff in the car and then somehow your aunt managed to wrangle me into tying the.. corset? I think, on her dress but I didn’t know how to, so I had to find your mom, who sent me to find your cousin.” Lance gets off the bed, stripping off of his shirt.

“But I managed to sneak back in here to get dressed without anyone noticing.” He reaches for the shirt you ironed and hung in the closet for him.

You finish up your makeup while Lance gets dressed. Now he's standing beside you, fixing his hair when you turn to face him. It was starting to feel a little too domestic to be fake.

“How do I look?” you ask, gesturing to your curled hair and make up.

“Hot.” He says, a half smirk playing on his lips like a horny teenage boy.

You can’t help but laugh at him. You manage to get your dress on without tripping, turning so he can zip it up for you. You turn back around and fix his shirt collar for him, straightening the tie. Lance ended up going with white shirt and the darker green tie so it matched with your dress.

Lance reaches into a bag that he brought into the room with him. You were putting your earrings on when he walked back over with a box, a jewellery box to be exact.

“What’s that?” You eye him in the mirror.

Lance opens the box to reveal a beautiful silver chain with an emerald in the middle. He takes it out of the box and you move your hair so he can hook the clasp for you. Your fingers reach up to touch the stone, admiring it in the mirror.

“Lance,” you turn to face him and from the look on your face alone, he knows what you’re going to say. “Don’t worry about it.” He waves you off.

“This is too much, Lance. Something like this is expensive.”

“You're worth every dollar spent.” He tells you.

“You walk around with this on you?” You ask and Lance laughs, “no, I asked Chloe to pick out something green from her favourite jewellery store. She's passing through with Scotty, I met them up earlier. That’s why she called yesterday.”

You hum, turning back to look at the necklace; it’s exactly what was missing. “It’s beautiful.” Lance hugs you from behind, your eyes meeting the mirror. “I’m glad you like it.” Your hands came to rest on his and his chin was on your shoulder.

“We look good, don't we?” You hum and he moves his hand to interlock fingers with you.

“It’s starting to feel real.” Lance whispers the words that had been lingering in his mind the last few days.

You felt the same way but reality scared you; what would happen after this week? Returning to work for there to be a power imbalance ? Lance would always outrank you in the track, you were an intern and he was a driver; his father literally owned the team.

You opt to smile at the man, untangling yourself from his arms to get your heels. “Switch the light off when you come out.” You call to him, stepping out of the room.

Lance stands there for a few moments; regretting the words that left his mouth moments ago. Nonetheless, he grabs the car keys, turning off the light and shutting the door behind him, finding you outside by the car. Everyone was getting into their respective cars and began heading towards the venue but you were standing by Lance's car, one hand on the hood and the other trying to hook the strap on your shoe when he walked over.

He crouches down to help you, “it’s fine, I'll put them on in the car.” You pull your foot away but Lance wraps a hand around your calf, holding your leg in place when he loops the strap through before slipping the other heel on your foot and doing it again.

----

The ceremony was short and sweet, the vows exchanged left not a single eye dry. Lance sat beside you the entire time, an arm over the back of your chair, occasionally glancing over at you.

Dinner was set to start in a few minutes and everyone had found their tables. One of your cousin’s bridesmaids comes up to you, tapping your shoulder and telling you that she needs you to help her with something.

“Will you be okay?” you whisper to Lance and he nods, “nothing I can’t handle.” He smiles at you, you press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him at the table.

It didn’t take you long to help your cousin, a few minutes to help her change into her second dress of the evening and to pin her veil in her hair before returning to the table. When you get back, Lance has got all of your aunts gushing about how sweet and funny he is, telling you that you have a good boyfriend.

After dinner, your younger cousins along with your nieces and nephews have surrounded Lance, all fascinated by the driver and the stories he told them. He even promised to let them all come to the next GP in Montreal so they can see him drive in real life. You admired the way he was with the kids, you would have never pegged him for the type of guy who loved children.

Most of the kids disbursed after that, running off to do their own thing but one of your nieces held out; sweet little 7 year old Amelia, who took a liking to Lance.

She sat on your lap as she spoke to Lance, the two of them talking about every topic that filled her little head. He sat and had full conversations with her about everything from unicorns to race cars to her favourite ice cream flavour.

Lance stands, lifting Amelia off her lap. “Your aunt told me she won’t dance with me, so I need a dance partner.” He looked at the girl in his arms, “will you dance with me, Milly ?”

She grinned, nodding at the man. You watched the two of them make their way to the dance floor, Lance putting her down and her little hands finding his before he spun her around.

Your heart swells at the sight and Amelia’s mom, your older cousin, finds her way into Lance’s seat. “He’s good with her.” She tells you, and you nod.

“You two thinking of your own?” She teases, making you nearly choke on your drink.

You shook your head, “no! We’re.. too young.” You smile at her and she nods. The two of you catch up while Lance and Amelia dance and at some point, he brings her back and hands her back over to her mom.

He crouched down in front of the little girl, “you’ll always be my favourite dance partner.” He smiles at her and she hugs him, kissing him on the cheek.

Lance turns to you now, he sticks his hand out to you, “may I have this dance?”

“I don’t dance,” you tell him, Lance leans towards you, his lips brushing against your ear. “You owe me,” and you roll your eyes, your hand in his as he leads you back to the dance floor.

The two of you end up spending the whole night on the dance floor, the drinks flowing; well just for you cause Lance was driving and he wanted you to have a good time. After a long day and an even longer, teary goodbye from all you guys to the couple heading out on their honeymoon, you were ready to go home. His jacket is wrapped around you and your heels are in your hands as you two head towards the parking lot. Lance stops and scoops you up in his arms, earning him a shriek from the sudden action.

“What’re you doing?”

“Carrying you.”

“Why?”

“You’ve got no shoes on.. plus your feet hurt.”

You hum, letting Lance carry you to the car. “You’re so cheesy, it literally hurts.” You tell him when he bends to open the car door, finally putting you down so you can get in.

“You love it, shut up.” Lance leans in, giving you a kiss before walking around to get in.

He drives back towards the house but makes a detour, a route you know all too well. “Are going to-” “McDonald's, yes.” he hums, turning into the driveway.

“I know you didn’t eat much today,” he pulls into the surprisingly long drive thru line.

“Says who?” you fold your arms over your chest. Lance glances at you, “says your grumbling stomach while we were getting ready and the fact that you picked at your dinner. Can't have you passing out on me.”

You roll your eyes, letting him order before pulling up to the window. It was another battle between you two, trying to figure out who's going to pay before finally letting the cashier decide between the cards. She settled on the green one, meaning you finally paid for something. The two of you stopped in the parking lot, deciding to eat there before heading home. You dipped your nugget in the sauce before turning to see Lance eating his ice cream. You wiped the little bit that missed his mouth off his lip before going back to your nuggets, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“Lance?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.. for everything. I hope it wasn’t too much.”

“No need to thank me, sugar plum. I had a good time.” He smiles at you.

About an hour later, you two head back to your parents’ house, pulling into the driveway. Lance hits the brakes when something runs in front of the car just as he was pulling in; “fuck! What the hell?” you look over at him, your ice cream nearly falling on your lap.

“Sorry babe, something ran in front of the car, didn’t want to run it over.” He tells you, pulling up behind your dad’s car. The two of you get out, Lance looks around the dimly lit driveway, the porch light reflecting onto the asphalt.

“What was it?” You were more focused on your ice cream than Lance and his mystery animal. “A possum, maybe?” He says, unsure.

“Did you see what colour it was?” You ask, walking up onto the porch, Lance follows you, holding the ice cream for you while you unlocked the door. “Brown I think ?”

“Groundhog.” You hum, stepping inside. “There’s a lot of them back by the school ground, cause of all the trees and stuff back there.” You tell him, Lance shuts the door behind you two.

The house was quiet, everyone already in bed, finally getting the rest they’ve been desperately needing while you two made your way to the bedroom. You shut the door behind the two of you, locking the door.

He hangs the jacket on the hooks on the back of the door and you’re standing in front of the mirror. Lance hugs you from behind, chin on your shoulder. You reach up to unhook the necklace but he stops you, “leave it on.” His hands reach up to undo the zip on your dress, letting the straps hold it up now that it's unzipped. You turn to face the man, loosening the tie around his neck before pulling it off and tossing it on the bed. The two of you are looking at each other while you unbutton his shirt, your fingers barely grazing over his torso.

There’s a quietness to the room, almost a stillness, as if you said something, it would break.

Lance lifts you onto the dresser, his lips finding yours. At some point, the straps of your dress are being pulled down, his mouth moving to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck and then to your shoulder. You push his shirt off, dropping it on the floor before you pull him back to you, your fingers in his hair.

“Bed.” He mumbles against your lips, helping you off the dresser.

He watches as the dress falls to the floor, pooling around your feet. Lance takes a breath, his eyes fixed on you.

He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon.

It took him a second to stop his mind from spinning, between the love he was starting to feel and how beautiful you were, he was at a loss.

“Did I break you?” You ask, looking at the man who was staring at you. “No,” he laughs, pulling you by the waist to him.

“Just admiring you.” He lifts you up, his gold band tickling along your side when he does, making you laugh. He drops you on the bed and gets on top of you, his arms on either side of you.

You pull him down for a kiss before flipping you two over, you’re on his lap like you were the other day. Lance pushes his hips up for a moment, his hands rubbing along the side of your thighs as he stares up at you, his eyes showing nothing but adoration for the woman on top of him.

“Can I say something without you running away?” He asks you, his grip on your thigh a little stronger now.

You sit up a little straighter, “okay..”

“This.. this feels too real to be fake.” He whispers, unsure how you’d react. You’re quiet, looking at him before you nod. “I know,” you whisper back.

“Well..” he starts, looking at you. “Well?” your eyes meet his.

“Are we going to... keep going ?” He asks quietly, “I don’t want us to just be over. I like you, y/n.”

You thought you had been living in some delusional world in your head, that you had been imagining the way he looked at you, the way you felt the sparks when he touched you or how you yearned for his touch when he wasn't with you.

“I like you too, Lance.”

Lance can’t hold back the grin on his face, looking like a school boy who confessed his crush.

“I think.. we’ll take it slow. Keep it professional ?” You ask when Lance sits up, his hands sliding from your thighs to your butt. He gives it a squeeze before leaning up to kiss you; “professional, of course.”

Well, there's no denying that it was real now.

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Part Two: Keeping It Professional

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f1daydreamers · 11 months

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𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

photo credits: Pinterest

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had ever.. but also one of the best.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of exes and annoying ones ugh, slight angst??, alcohol but it isn't heavy on the topic, let me know if I'm missing any!

Word Count: 2.3k (8 mins reading time avg)

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You push the inner corners of your false lashes, whispering a curse word when the left one sprung back up again though you'd spent over a minute holding it down.

"Come on, play nice." You murmur, repeating the movement.

You slowly removed your finger, as if any mere force of air would make it lift again.

You really didn't have the time to mess with it, already keeping one eye on the clock.

"Hey, you nearly done in here?" Lance entered, giving you a single glance as you leaned in closer to the vanity mirror.

You eyed your appearance one final time to make sure your makeup was blended, even and smooth.

"Yep, just finishing up. You gonna get changed?" You fanned your face after spritzing your face with setting spray, then stood up from the stool and pushed it in.

With a nod, he sifted through his suitcase, the crease between his furrowed eyebrows distinctly visible despite his downward gaze.

"Are you okay?" You asked, taking a step closer.

You watched Lance effortlessly pick up his open suitcase and place it on the bed.

"Yeah, I just can't.. seem to find.. my watch." He said between pauses, and your eyes fell to the bedside table where his watch was clearly staring right back at you.

Without a hint of laughter, you brushed past him, capturing the timepiece between your fingers.

As he frantically searched for it, oblivious to what you were doing, you turned towards him.

"This watch?" You asked, innocently enough, a slight smile adorning your lips.

His eyes shifted to your hand where you extended his personal belonging to him, and he shook his head.

"Why is it that girls always know where everything is?" He rhetorically asked, and you shrugged as the corner of his mouth curved upwards into a grateful grin.

"Just one of our many talents." You responded.

"And the lack of ours," you chuckled as his fingers brushed yours to take the watch.

Lance's eyes fixate intently on your face and you wonder if you'd overlooked something, unblended contour or way overlined lips but he didn't look like he wanted to point something out, rather seemed.. taken aback?

His lips part slightly and you smile, blushing under his unwavering focus.

"Earth to Lance?" He stumbles in his speech, abruptly swallowing his words before tearing his eyes away from you.

"Sorry 'bout that." You ignore the wave of disappointment that washes over you and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, before sliding past him again.

"I'll leave you to get changed," you said, pivoting to offer him a brief nod and smile before making your way out of the room. Once the door was shut behind you, you let out a sigh.

"Y/N, I've ironed it." You smile at your mum who appeared out of the empty room, which once belonged to your brother.

You thank her as she headed downstairs, and you lock the door behind you as you get changed into the outfit you'd packed. Carefully pushing your head through the hole of your top as to not ruin your makeup went fairly successfully.

Maybe it was a touch extravagant for an early evening outing, but you hadn't packed much since you also hadn't anticipated your brother's fiancé's insistence on getting everyone together before the weekend's chaos ensued.

You eventually went downstairs to gather with everyone else, encountering a mix of readiness. You found one who was eager to leave, one who still needed to pee, and one who couldn't find her other heel.

Lance idly fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater, tugging them up a bit. He had always been particular about the unpleasantness caused by the cuffs rubbing against his wrists.

As he entered the lounge, he stumbled slightly when your sister swiftly pushed past him in a fleeting attempt to run upstairs.

In the midst of her hurried movements, she shouted a few incoherent words of instruction to a hapless relative who happened to be occupying the bathroom at a time that was inconvenient for her.

Instead of blending into a group of unfamiliar relatives he had yet to be formally introduced to, Lance leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

His eyes roamed across the room, wondering what these people’s names could be, their background, their profession. He was merely amusing himself with a fictional concoction of reality.

You emerged from the midst of the group, your attention fixed on a cousin whom he had met previously. A bright smile on your lips, anticipation evident as you awaited their response.

In that moment, it felt as if time had slowed down.

Lance's face lit up with a smile as he observed your eyes growing wider in disbelief at something you were told but didn’t quite believe.

The smile lines from your lips to your nose became more pronounced as your grin stretched across your face.

Playfully, you leaned over and gave your cousin's arm a slap, causing your hair to cascade and partially obscure your laughing face, which was tilted downwards.

His gaze fell from your side profile to your body, fixating on the way your bodysuit, tucked into your leather pants, clung to your figure ever so snugly.

He knew if he were to touch you even once tonight, it would feel as though his hand was grazing your bare skin.

A thought that spurred on an erratic beat in his chest, a flutter in his fingers as he could only imagine it, but never truly feel it.

He brought the tip of his thumb up to his lips, perhaps to conceal the subtle upward twitch of his mouth's corners, deeply absorbed by.. well, you.

He really believed he was lucky, though this wasn’t real. This was a plan to fool your family and by Monday, it’d all be over.

"Lance right?" His eyes snapped to the approaching individual, meeting the man's hand in the middle, shaking it for a few seconds.

The F1 driver was slightly taller than him but not by much, his linen shirt and the sunglasses perched on his head didn't disguise the fact that they seemed similar in age.

"Yeah," Before he could ask any questions about him, he was quick to turn and point his chin towards you, still standing and conversing with your cousin.

"You're Y/N's boyfriend?" Lance gives a smile, nodding his head.

"That's me. I didn't catch your name?" He added rather quickly, before the opportunity to cut in again arose.

"Name's Thomas, but everyone calls me Tom." There was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes when Tom looked him over, something that was bound to make anyone feel uneasy.

Lance hardly knew the man and already felt like he wanted to conclude the conversation. Not because he was one to back down, but because he wasn't one to waste his breath.

...

You laughed as Daisy pointed accusingly at your brother, berating him for 'throwing her off' just as she was about to hit the winning putt in mini-golf.

He dismissed her rather effortlessly. Growing up, she was the most competitive one out of the three of you.

Lance seemed deep in his train of thought when you glanced at him, you leaned into the booth, the back of your head meeting his outstretched arm.

The contact drew him away from his reverie, and he met your gaze with a gentle expression.

"Hello stranger," You teased quietly.

"Stranger?" He questioned and you smiled, shrugging meekly.

"You haven't spoken much, you doing okay?" As he was about to answer, his eyes instinctively shifted from you to the man that was seated across the large booth, next to your brother.

Tom's eyes were trained on him, he'd been observing both of you since the evening had began.

"That um," He started and you watched him pick up his glass, take a sip from it then place it back down.

"That guy on the other side of the table," Lance's jaw ticked as he redirected his stare towards you again, diligently searching for the slightest hint of a change in your expression.

"White shirt, sunglasses." He sensed the urgency to comment on his appearance so you'd catch on, but he didn't know that you were already aware of who he was talking about.

He eyed you inquisitively, noticing your hand form into a fist on your lap.

"Old friend?" You peeled your gaze away from Lance to your lap, shaking your head.

You were wishing that he wouldn't even be mentioned tonight but since he'd made a reappearance, you realised you couldn't indefinitely confine your past to seclusion.

"Ex." You explained with a single word, practically feeling him tense then ease again besides you.

He retracted his arm from its previous position, no longer outstretched on the back of the booth.

You felt a pang of sadness in your chest; possibly from not letting Lance know, remembering he would be here tonight, or both.

"Small world." He commented, trying to think of what he could say next but really only one question springing to mind.

"Why is he here?" you grimaced, expressing your frustration.

You couldn't recall him ever having a particularly close relationship with any family member, making his presence tonight all the more irritating and confusing.

"I don't know." You breathed out, though being truthful.

"You never told me about him." Lance remarked, obviously referring to the bore speech you'd given him as preparation on most of the people from your hometown that he'd probably get acquainted with.

You'd failed to mention any of your exes, but it didn't cross his mind that you'd even have any exes whom of which were still close, enough to show up on a night out that was rather exclusive.

You gave him a pointed look, defenceless in this conversation. "He wasn't supposed to be here."

“Well, he is.” You rolled your eyes, terribly grateful for his rather obvious input.

He sensed that you'd rather drop the topic than continue talking about it so with a lopsided smile, he picked up his glass.

Lance stood up and glanced at your nearly empty glass, offering, "I'm going to get another drink. Do you want one?"

You respond with a subdued half-shrug, muttering a word of surety under your breath. Although you spoke softly, he managed to hear you.

He collected both glasses, left the booth and went over to the bar. As soon as your 'date' was out of sight, you allowed your gaze to wander around the room.

You can sense Tom's penetrating stare, but choose to ignore it, taking out your phone from your bag and navigating through various apps.

When Lance still hadn't returned after a few minutes of waiting, you decided to let him return and place the drinks down while you went to the bathroom to pee and touch up your makeup, not at the same time obviously.

As you exited the bathroom, hastily returning your pressed powder and lipstick to your purse, you were taken aback when you nearly collided with someone directly in front of you.

Prepared to apologise, you glanced up and locked eyes with the individual in question.

Letting out a sigh, you instinctively took a step back, creating a few feet of distance between yourselves.

"Y/N!" Tom bursted out, as if he was utterly surprised to see you despite being seated across the booth from you for a little over two hours now.

You blink back at him, hoping the ground would swallow you whole so this conversation wouldn't need to happen.

"Tom." You don't match his excitement in the slightest, on purpose.

Your eyes scanned the restaurant, desperately searching for any potential means of escape.

Your ex opens his arms, hoping for an embrace when you take another step back, holding out your hand.

"No. Look, we're not friends. I don't want to see you or even talk to you right now." You shut him down rather bluntly and he scoffs, scrutinising you with every speck of colour in his eyes.

"Oh come on, lighten up. I'm just being friendly." He replies, as if it was a valid excuse for his nonchalant behaviour.

You roll your eyes, ready to shoot back when Lance steps in between you both.

Your shoulders slump, feeling the tension bubbling in your body come to a slow decline.

You reach for his arm and he allows you to snake your wrist around his bicep. Tom smiles, rather forcefully.

"What's going on?" Lance asks.

"Friendly conversation." He states, deeming the F1 driver's presence an unneeded one with his words alone.

"Mm-hmm." You squeeze his arm, a poor attempt to throw a hint that you just wanted to be taken away from this conversation.

Lance nodded his head towards the man opposite you and remarked, "come to think of it, I've heard a lot about you, Tom."

His words caught your attention and you squeezed his arm again, a tad more firmly this time.

“Oh, really?” Tom lifts his eyebrows, shooting you a smirk.

"No," Lance replied in a flat tone, devoid of any enthusiasm.

Tom blinked, clearly a little shocked at his response. Lance pays him no further attention and rests his hand over yours, offering you a smile. "Care for a drink?"

"Please." His smile doesn't falter as he looks away from you and back up at the man who was now carrying a hostile look instead of a confused one.

"I'll see you 'round, Thomas." Lance says, pulling you away and allowing you to follow him back to the booth.

You slid back into your seat and scooted over to make space for the F1 driver. As he settled in, he casually outstretched his arm once again, placing it on the back of the booth and allowing it to drape over your far shoulder.

You leaned into his side, relieved he was playing his part perfectly.

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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🦋Better late than never !🦋

Pairing: Lance Stroll X Cherrie!

Word count: 8k

Summary: in which they’re best friends. They’re in love . And it’s better late than never to finally admit their feelings. A plan secretly made by a mischievous three year old too.

Lance walked into his best friends home casually, not bothering to ring the doorbell as he let himself in with the key he had. Humming a song underneath his breath as he kicked off his shoes , making a point to place them neatly by the door with the other hundred pair of shoes that she had there . Not taking any chances this time around .

Having leaned his lesson the hard way about keeping his shoes on while walking around her home , which had either marble flooring or bright white fluffy carpet everywhere. Just asking to be ruined with the dirt and mud from the bottom of his shoes.

He had thought that Cherrie was about to actually strangle him when he had accidentally gotten mud on her brand new carpet, days after she had it fitted, after stupidly forgetting to take off his shoes at the door . The number one rule in her home.

Let's just say that he wasn't forgetting to do that again anytime soon.

She was scary as fuck when she was pissed off, absolutely beautiful but deadly. She Had a tongue like a razor blade and her words like a switch blade knife. He wasn't risking getting his ass handed to him again.

Not on such a beautiful , sunny day.

He was just happy to be home and able to see his best friend and her little mini me again. He had missed them while he was away racing and the FaceTime calls and endless texts just weren't enough for him. It wasn't the same as them being there in front of him in person , he missed seeing cherries stunning smile up close and he had missed her little toddlers sass as well . He really had.

When Cherrie had found out that she was pregnant in what felt like so long ago now , you would have thought that it was the end of the world judging by her reaction to the sudden news .

She had arrived at his doorstep while sobbing hysterically as she cried loudly about how she was never going to be able to be a supermodel now , that her life was ruined and that she was never going to be able to live her life and have fun again. She had been a real bad mess, hysterical of the thought of not being able to party and drink till she passed out again anymore.

She was always the life of the party, the fun one. The one that would try anything at least once, the one that Lance had to run around after to make sure that she didn't end up in too much trouble again . to make sure that she got home safely after one too many times of finding her passed out in somebody's garden or bathtub.

Lance had kind of already been used to looking after a child seeing as Cherrie behaved like one half of the time herself , so he wasn't too worried at all. Well, maybe a little bit but not as much as she was.

He had been there for her , always , and that wasn't going to stop just because she had made a dumb mistake and gotten herself knocked up by some random Italian guy while they were on holiday together.

He was just a little bit upset that her first experience of having a child was going to be like this. He knew that she had always wanted to be get married and fall in love before she had a baby. She had told him once that she didn't want her baby to come from a broken family , that she didn't want to have to raise a child alone.

He was certain that was the reason why she had been so hysterical that night that she found out that she was pregnant , like all of her worst nightmares had come true.

Which was why Lance had promised her that she wasn't going to have to do this alone, she had him and he wasn't going anywhere , anytime soon.

How could he? He was in love with her and planned to, sometimes in the future when he grew some balls, tell her how he felt and hope that she felt the same.

Just- not yet. He was still too scared to ruin what they had right now. Their friendship was perfect to him, easy and comfortable , and the thought of losing her if she didn't feel the same way made him want to be physically sick.

So instead he waited and just continued to show her that he would be there for her. Determined to show her that not every man was going to let her down, hoping that maybe along the way that she would notice that he loved her from the way he treated her.

That she would see that he was a fool in love just from the way he couldn't go a day without even hearing her voice , he couldn't sleep without calling to say goodnight. Her voice was the first thing he heard in the morning and the last thing he heard at night and he wanted to keep it that way forever .

Only it might have been more than wishful thinking on his part because as much as Lance loved her, Cherrie wasn't the brightest spark around. Not that she was dumb , she really wasn't. She was just...oblivious. Completely oblivious to people's feelings and how she could affect them by just being herself . She was magnetic.

Lance had once watched her pat a guy on the back after he told her that he loved her at a party, smiling at him kindly and telling him 'thank you! That's so sweet!' Before casually walking away to get herself another drink. Leaving the poor guy crushed while Lance had awkwardly patted his shoulder and told him to join the club. There was a long list of guys that she had accidentally broken the hearts of with her obliviousness. Including him.

Because honestly , he had been more than crushed when she had told him that she was pregnant with some Italian guy that she couldn't even remember the name of. Never mind what he looked like.

But overtime that pain had faded away because he had been there with her through her whole pregnancy. He had held her hair back through all the morning sickness. Bought her all the mint and ginger in the world to help. He had went to every single appointment with her and had his own copy of her ultrasound in his Wallet, he had cried his heart out when they were told that she was going to have a little girl . The thought of Cherrie having a mini Cherrie was too much for him to take in.

He had been there when Luna was born at two o'clock on the morning , getting to cut her cord and pass her to a exhausted Cherrie with tears of joy in his eyes. He had fell in love all over again that night. Little Luna was a exact replica of her mother , same bright eyes and button nose , same pouty lips and a thick head of hair. She had been the most cutest baby that he had ever seen and he proudly let anyone who would listen to him know that they had the best baby in the world.

He had been there through it all with her and along the way it had become their new normal , Lance secretly thought of them as his own little family. He had been right there beside Cherrie , always , watching as Luna grew up from this whiny little baby and into this sassy little three year old , nearly four now too.

He treated her like she was his own daughter , silently taking the roll of a father without them even discussing it. It just all fell so easily into place for them, it felt natural. At least to him it did.

Luna of course knew that he wasn't her biological father but she didn't care, she loved him just as much and every time he came back home he was bombarded with a screaming toddler excitedly screeching his name.

Now was no different . He laughed as he heard her little feet sprinting down the stairs to reach him, dropping his bag carelessly to the side as he walked over to the bottom of the staircase to catch her.

"What have we told you about running on the stairs Luna?!" He exclaimed in worry as she threw herself into his arms without any hesitation. Little arms squeezed tightly around his neck as she giggled happily, beaming at him brightly.

"Lance! I saw you on the tv! You were soooooo fast!" She gushed to him excitedly, she was his biggest fan.

Lance chuckled as he moved her so that she was comfortable in his arms , smiling at the sight of the three year old wearing a glittery princess dress, the tiara sat crookedly on her little head. He had bought her that costume and every other single one she owned too.

"Yeah? You had fun this week with mommy?" He asked her as he took her into the ridiculously large front room and carefully dropped her onto the velvet couch . Putting on the tv and switching to put on spongebob for her, knowing that it was her favourite thing to watch right now.

A few weeks ago she had been obsessed with watching frozen none stop. Lance was just happy that he didn't have to listen to that shit anymore, he was certain that he could speak fluent frozen now. He knew every line and every lyric to the songs because Luna had forced him to watch it with her almost every night , it had been driving him more than a little insane.

Ironically enough , Cherrie always happened to be busy at that time she put it on . Leaving him alone with her daughter with a apologetic grin while he glared after her in Annoyance.

She was so lucky that he loved her because if he was forced to hear that movie one more fucking time... he was going to scream.

But thankfully for him Luna had seen him watching sponge-bob one morning after breakfast and decided to watch it with him too. She loved Lance and she was determined to copy everything he did. If he said he liked something then suddenly she did too.

It was adorable and worked in their favour when they needed her to do something that she normally wouldn't like. Like eating her vegetables. All it took was for Lance to have a plate full of them and the next thing they knew she would demand a plate of them too. Top tier parenting if he said so.

The three year old hummed as she tapped her little fake heels that she was wearing together happily , looking at him with a big grin on her chubby face.

"Yes, but mommy wouldn't let me get another princess dress." She complained to him, looking at him with big puppy eyes, knowing for a fact that he would buy her whatever she wanted with a bat of her big bambi eyes .

She always went running to him whenever she didn't get her own way, knowing fully well that Lance could never say no to her. Despite Cherrie scolding him for spoiling her all the time, he would just counter back that he spoiled Cherrie just as much and that would shut her up quickly . Because it was true.

He was a sucker for the both of them.

Lance had more money than sense and he enjoyed spending it on them. Liked to see them smile with joy and excitement whenever he brought home a new gift or surprise. Cherrie liked diamonds and her toddler liked anything princess related. He never came home without something for them, it was his version of flowers he supposed.

He used to always buy Cherrie a boutique of flowers but then she had Luna who apparently had hay fever now and couldn't even sniff a flower without sneezing. So he got her expensive jewellery instead. It made her just as happy , that was all that mattered to him.

And if he secretly swapped little luna’s plastic jewellery with read gold and silver , well , it was nobody’s business really. He just didn’t want her delicate skin to turn green. He wanted the both of them in diamonds and gold . Was that so bad?

He wanted to give them both the world. But diamonds and princess gowns would have to do for now.

"Maybe it's because your closet is full of them." He told the unhappy toddler matter of factly. They were going to have to turn one of the spare rooms into her own walk in closet soon at this rate.

Luna huffed at him, holding out her hand with a expectant look on her face. "Pocket money." She said impatiently .

Lance laughed loudly at that , looking at the toddler in pure amusement . He hadn't even been there for five minutes and she was already trying to mug him.

"Were you good for mommy while I was gone?" That was the deal. If she behaves herself and wasn't naughty , he would give her pocket money to spend at the mall.

He knew that he would give her it whether she had been good or not but still, it was good for him to try and act parental. As though the three year old didn't have him wrapped tightly around her tiny finger. Just like her mother.

Luna nodded her head rapidly , making a gimme motion with her fingers impatiently. "Yes I was! Promise!" She shouted with a toothy grin.

Lance just sighed and dug his hand into his pocket to pull out his Wallet. "Where is mommy anyways?" He asked her as he pulled out a twenty and handed it to her.

She giggled and hugged the money to her chest happily. "She's in the kitchen eating with her headphones on. She told me not to bother her until she's finished." She repeated her mother's instructions to him quickly. Already losing interest in him as her eyes went back to the tv, giggling loudly at something spongebob did on the screen.

His eyebrow rose in amusement at how Cherrie behaved. She always did this. She told him that she liked to eat her food while listening to music, that it gave her a whole different experience when dining in.

He just thought that she was antisocial and dramatic , having a baby hadn't changed her at all. She was still the same drama queen that she had always been, and he loved it.

She was so out of his league and he knew it. She was beyond beautiful and had been brought up with the finer things in life. A beautiful , rich and confident girl that wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. She walked around with her head held high, long hair always perfectly curled and nails always painted a different colour each week.

She could talk to anyone without any anxiety , another reason why he had always taken her as his plus one to events. He wasn't the social type, he preferred to stay in and not have to talk to people that he didn't know. When she was by his side he knew that could relax and let her do the talking, she had a big mouth and could speak enough for the both of them, and also knowing that she could easily control a conversation and get him out of one just as quick.

They were complete opposites that way. She was a social butterfly who loved partying and meeting new people . He was anti social and only talked to his small circle of friends and he absolutely hated parties , he only ever went to them just to make Cherrie happy.

He was quiet. She was a loudmouth without any filter. He was there by her side to slap his hand over her mouth whenever she was about to get herself into trouble by saying something that she really shouldn't. While she was there to make sure that he got out of his shell a little , making sure that he enjoyed himself even if it wasn't his scene.

She was rash and careless. Lance was an over thinker who planned everything down to a single letter. He kept them safe and Alive, while Cherrie kept him entertained. Their holidays were only ever planned by him now because he knew that if he let her take over, they would end up lost in the middle of nowhere with no way to get back home.

They were opposites but they balanced eachother out. It worked so well between them and Lance wanted this chaotic , dramatic , sarcastic and beautiful woman for the rest of his life.

"Taylor swift?" Was the first thing he said to her as he walked into the kitchen to check in on her, smiling to himself at the sight of her sat ontop of the dining table with her legs crossed. Large sonny headphones over her head as she chewed on a burrito happily.

She gasped and quickly pulled her headphones down from her ears. Beaming at him happily as she held out her arms for a hug.

"Lance! You're home! I've missed you a fuck ton!" She exclaimed loudly as he stepped into her arms and hugged her right.

Burying his face into her neck with a content sigh, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as he sunk into her embrace . Inhaling her sweet perfume and relaxing against her , having missed her more than she would ever know know.

"God that was too long without you guys." He complained to her. Pulling away to see her face but still keeping his arms wrapped around her waist, admiring her perfectly styled hair and glowing skin.

"You need to come with me next time. Luna would love being there." He muttered to her, squeezing her waist gently as he smiled at her.

Cherrie laughed a little, running her fingers through his hair to fix it for him. Making him sigh in pleasure as she lightly scratched her nails against his scalp the way she knew he liked it.

"Maybe. I'm just scared that as soon as she sees you in that car she's going to tell me that she wants to be a driver too." She told him seriously , admiring his pretty face with a small smile. She then hugged him again just because she could.

He laughed , grinning down at her in amusement.

“Is that so bad?" He wondered.

Cherrie looked at him like he was insane , pulling a face at him. "My heart can only take so much Lance! I'm already going grey every time I see you on the track. I couldn't cope if I had to worry about her too!" She exclaimed . Frowning at him.

Lances face softened at her words , his heart squeezing in his chest. He knew that she wasn't the most emotional of people so to hear her verbally express that she worried for him was nice to hear.

She was always so blunt and acted like she didn't care but he knew that she did. Maybe not about anybody else but she did for him and Luna , they were the only people in the world that she would literally die for.

She liked to laugh off her feelings with jokes instead , hating being vulnerable with anybody , and rarely could they ever have a serious conversation without her getting uncomfortable and making up some stupid joke just to change the subject.

That was just the way she was and Lance had learned to see her love for him through other ways instead.

Like how she always hugged him whenever he was close, not letting go until she was ready to, no matter who they were around .

He felt it in the way she made him his favourite meals without him even asking her to. It was the way that she always kept her fridge stocked up with his favourited drinks and food .

It was the way she filled up his car with gas whenever she knew that he had a long journey ahead of him. Making sure that he had everything he needed while he was asleep.

It was the way she set up a simulator in her spare room for him. The way she constantly praised him even when a race hadn't gone the way he hoped, she was always there to tell him how proud of him she was.

It was the way she made sure to let Luna FaceTime him every night to talk to him, knowing how much he missed the there year old when he was gone . So used to having her attached to him like a baby koala that he could barely cope without her sass and without her nonsense ramblings .

It was The way that she squeezed his hand three times in the back of a taxi . The way she smiled at him without even saying a thing.

He could read between the lines and Cherrie didn't have to tell him that she loved him because he just knew that she did. He could feel it and that was everything.

"You don't have to worry about me Cher." He muttered to her with flushed cheeks. A shy smile tugging at his lips, unable to look away from her. She was just so beautiful and Lance was just grateful to be there with her then.

She was everything to him.

Cherrie scoffed lowly , narrowing her eyes at him "er- yes I do. I could literally not live without you lance. If anything ever happened to you... I'd go mad. You're my best friend." She stated matter of factly. Unashamed.

He looked at her in amazement , touched . "Trust me I know how you feel." He told her simply "if anything ever happened to you or to Luna then I wouldn't be able to cope with it. So we're gonna have to make sure that nothing ever happens to any of us alright?"

She nodded in agreement , smiling as she jumped off the counter top to land on her feet.

"Exactly. Ride or die am I right?" She teased him while holding out her fist to him happily.

He laughed as he fist bumped her, ruffling her hair just to annoy her . Giggling to himself as she kicked him in his ass in retaliation as he walked past her.

"What have I said about touching my hair!" She complained. Quickly following him back into the living room. Leaning down to kiss the top of Luna’s head, her daughters focus never leaving the tv.

Lance threw himself down on the loveseat and got comfortable. Watching her lazily as she pulled out her phone and started typing , absentmindedly picking up a few toys that were scattered around the floor as well.

He looked at her curiously, wondering who she was texting . "do anything fun while i was gone?" He asked her. Yawning.

Cherrie just shook her head no , eyes still down to her phone distracted.

“Not really. Just the usual." She muttered not really paying attention .

Luna's giggle got his attention as he looked over to see the three year old mischievously looking at her

Mum.

He rose a brow at her in amusement, wondering what she was giggling like that for. As though she knew something that he didn’t.

"what's that look for?" He whispered to her.

Luna giggled again, grinning naughtily "mommy has a boyfriend." She said casually as though it didn't completely ruin his mood right there and then.

Cherries head snapped up from her phone as soon as she heard her daughters words, eyes widening in embarrassment as she looked at her scoldingly.

"Luna! I already told you-" she started to speak only for Lance to cut her off.

He looked at her in disbelief , heart dropping to the bottom of his stomach at the thought of her with somebody else.

Oh my god. He had only been gone two weeks. Was that long enough for her to fall in love with someone who wasn't him?!

"Boyfriend? You didn't mention a new boyfriend to Me." He stated with a frown, trying not to lose his shit right there and then , crossing his arms over his chest as he sat tensely in the chair. No longer relaxed.

Cherrie rolled her eyes , shaking her head at the both of them. "I don't. It wasn't serious. Just a blind date that Miranda set me up with." She told him quietly , fiddling with her fingers as she waited for his reaction.

He scoffed "Miranda? Oh yeah cause she knows all about good guys doesn't she? How many times has her fiancé cheated on her now? Six?!" He exclaimed moodily. All of his earlier happiness gone , just like that.

She looked at him with a frown , hands on her hips as she tried to not shout at him. Then she looked over to her mischievous daughter and pointed over to the stairs sternly .

"Go play with your dolls Luna please." She instructed her firmly . Not wanting to argue with Lance in front of her.

Luckily Luna knew when to listen to her and quickly scurried off up the stairs to her playroom without any fuss. Still giggling to herself like shit stirrer she was. Cherrie waited to hear her door slam shut before speaking up again.

"I don't know why you're so upset. You're the one that was joking around about me turning into a Virgin again!" She reminded him in annoyance.

He looked at her in disbelief "yeah! As a joke! I wasn't telling you to go out with some random guy Cherrie! Who even was he?!" His voice rose as he felt his heart break in two.

Though he knew that he should have expected this to happen sooner of later he supposed. Was this his karma for not telling her how he felt for all these years? Cause it sucked and he honestly felt a little sick at the thought of her finding someone new to love. That was supposed to be his job! Not some random , stupid guy!

Cherrie looked down at him with a scowl , not happy to hear the judgmental tone in his voice.

"He's called Jake and actually he wasn't that bad-"

He laughed humourlessly "oh I bet. You like him so much that Luna apparently knows about him too?" He gritted his teeth. Not knowing who to be more pissed off at. Cherrie for letting Luna see this guy or himself for never telling her how he felt .

She glared at him , shifting uncomfortably on her heels. Regretting putting them on now. She had been hoping that maybe they could go out for a nice dinner to celebrate him being back home. But apparently not.

"That was an accident. She saw him dropping me off at my parents because my car broke down. That's all." She told him, annoyed .

Lance wanted to scream . He looked at her blanky and shook his head .

“You're forgetting that I know you Cherrie. Why didn't you tell me? We speak every night and not once did you mention some guy. Or going out on a date." He snapped at her. Hating being caught so off guard like this .

He wasn't prepared for this and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. God. This was a nightmare. All of his worst ones coming true.

She groaned loudly at him "because I knew you would react like this! You never like the guys I hook up with! Even when we were younger!" She accused him, getting just as pissed off as he was.

He felt his face pale, stomach sinking. He swallowed thickly . "You slept with him?" It came out weaker than he intended . But he truly felt sick at the thought of her with somebody else. Trying not to burst into tears right there and then.

She froze for a moment . Her hesitation was enough of a answer for him making him bury his face into his hands with a loud groan of misery. Grimacing deeply like he was in physical pain.

"Fucking hell." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly "I can't believe this." He breathed out shakily , no longer able to look at her .

Cherrie felt her chest tighten , clutching at the necklace around her neck as she felt guilt weigh heavily down on her even though she had every right to do what she did.

He wasn't her boyfriend . She was aloud to hookup with other people. So why did she feel so bad?

She inhaled deeply and tried to stay calm, reminding herself that she hasn't done anything wrong. Lance didn't like her like that. He had never once even showed a interest in her romantically . She was allowed to move on. She had to.

She couldn't just be in love with her best friend forever . That wasn't healthy. Especially when he didn't feel the same way.

Because if he did he would have told her by now. They had been friends for years and spent almost everyday together . He had helped her raise her baby for nearly four years. There was no way that he would ever return her feelings , he never said a single thing.

"I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm allowed To have sex Lance. It's completely natural! And I was safe if that's what you're worried about!" She scoffed defensively "I'm on the pill and I used condoms-"

He frowned even louder , shoving a pillow over his face in misery. "Fucking hell! That's not- that's not the point! These guys only want to use you Cherrie-"

She rolled her eyes at him , irritated , huffing moodily . "I know. I wanted them to use me. I was using them too! It's no strings attached. We match , we meet up. Have a few drinks and a good fuck . That's all. It's not serious-"

He threw the pillow off of his face and sat up quickly , narrowing his eyes at her , getting more upset by the minute .

"Are you telling me that this has been a regular thing? You've been meeting up with strange men and hooking up with them? And you never once told me?! When did you even have the time to do this?!" He shouted at her . Getting up to his feet and running his shaking fingers through his hair in pure frustration .

Blinking back his tears as he realised then that this was all his fault . If he had just manned up and told her how he felt. Maybe then she wouldn't have had to run off and sleep with strangers to be satisfied.

He felt sick.

Cherrie looked at him with a frown, clutching her hands by her sides as she noticed how upset he was getting. His eyes were glossy and he couldn't even look her in her eyes anymore , his lips were pursed tightly and cheeks flushed a angry red .

"I- not that often . Only on Saturdays." She muttered. Regret filling her body quickly , wishing then that she hadn't even entertained those men at all. It wasn’t worth this reaction from Lance.

But she was just so tired of pining after a man that had never made a single move on her. Sick of feeling like shit as she wondered why Lance couldn't see her in the same way she had always saw him.

And she missed him when he was away. And she also missed the way that things used to be when she was younger. She used to love partying , drinking and hooking up with strangers who she didn't even know the name of. She had felt so confident and free back then. She just wanted to feel that way again.

And honestly.. she had been sexually frustrated for a long time now . She had went two years without sex and suddenly she was snapping at her friends and colleagues for no reason, constantly tense and wound up tight over everything.

Miranda had recognised the signs and told her to hop onto tinder to 'de-stress for a night.'

So horny , tired and fed up with pining over her best friend, she did just that.

When Lance was away she met up with a cute guy and had a amazing , long night of sex. And if they were lucky , some morning sex too. It was casual and it was easy and after it was done she finally felt relaxed again , knowing that she hadn't changed.

Men still wanted her. Lance might not have but they did. She was still hot. Still had all the right moves and guys still lusted over her . It helped boost her declining confidence and it became a quick (bad) habit .

A Saturday night fuckfest that no one needed to know about as far as she was concerned.

She should have known that Lance would find out in the end . She just wasn't expecting him to react so badly , looking as though he was going to cry.

What the hell was going on?!

"Every Saturday?! So when I'm qualifying , you're out there sucking some random guys dick?!" He couldn't believe it. Looking at her in betrayal.

Fed up with his judgmental attitude , she simply shrugged her shoulders and snapped back. "Yes I am. I'm having fun. Something that I'm allowed to do." She then stomped her way out of the room and to the downstairs guest room instead.

Lance quickly followed her and slammed the door shut behind him, glaring at her angrily. Heart racing in his chest.

"It's not just you anymore though is it?! You have Luna to think about now . You can't just bring some random guys in and out of her life. She needs stability." He snapped at her, furious with his own frustration too .

He felt so stupid . Knowing that all of this could have been avoided if he had just told the truth.

Cherrie glared back at him furiously “I know what I'm doing! I don't bring them back here Lance! I’m not stupid!"

He let out a cold laugh "well it feels like you are! You really can't be this dense Cherrie! There's no way they you don't know." He spat , clutching at his hair desperately .

She looked at him, offended. "Don't know what?! That you're a dickhead who's jealous of me fucking other guys?!" She shouted back at him. Fed up with arguing with him now. She had always hated it when they fought. It only ever left her feeling sick afterwords.

He took a step closer to her and shook his head in disbelief , eyes never leaving her own.

“And why the hell do you think I get so jealous Cherrie?" His heart raced in his chest in both panic and understanding knowing that he couldn't keep lying to her any longer like this .

For his own hearts sake , he had to tell her. This was a horrifying wake up call if he had ever seen one.

She paused at that. Eyeing him warily while he impatiently waited for her to catch on.

She inhaled Shakily , chewing on the inside of her cheek nervously as he continued to glare down at her Unhappily .

"I don't- what?" She didn't know what he was going on about. Not wanting to get her own hopes up anymore. Her heart could only take so much.

Lance let out a long and hard sigh , his shoulders sagging in defeat as he swallowed thickly and told her bluntly "I love you Cherrie. That's why it hurts so much to know that you've been seeking out guys that aren't me." His words weren't any higher than a whisper .

But he might as well have shouted them at her with the way that she froze up, eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?" She breathed out shakily , eyes flickering between his own quickly. Trying to find a lie. All she could see was the truth .

“Oh my god. But you-you never said anything!" She cried out suddenly , feeling sick with guilt and anger. So many years wasted when they could have been together , a perfect little family.

Lance sniffled , guilt crossing his own face as he watched tears fill her own eyes. Looking back at him like she had seen a ghost.

He took another step closer to her and gently took ahold of her arms, pulling her closer to him desperately .

"I know . I was scared. I was going to tell you but each time I tried to- I always chickened out. I mean -" he shook his head to himself "you're way out of my league Cherrie! I don't want to mess up our friendship if you didn't feel the same way!"

She slapped his chest, hard, at that. Making him wince at the sting , looking down at her in shock as she let out a loud, frustrated shriek .

"But I did Lance! I loved you! Always! I only went to those other guys because I was sick and tired of waiting around for something to happen between us when it never did!" She cried . More than Upset now.

Lance could only look down at her in astonishment , stomach sinking quickly .

“You did? You loved me too?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

She just looked at him in disbelief , heart pounding in her chest as she realised that the both of them had been so wrong for so long.

Both of them in love with each other and both of them assuming that the other one just didn't return those feelings.

Idiots! They were both idiots!

"Of course I did! How could I not?!" She shouted at him, running her hands through her hair in frustration as she began to pace back and forth across the room angrily .

"You were the only person who ever stayed. You were my best friend! You stayed with me through my pregnancy! You stayed with me through all my Hormonal tantrums and stupid crying fits when we couldn't find my favourite ice cream!" She sniffled, roughly wiping away the tears from her eyes, bottom lip trembling .

Lance stood in front of her with a pale face , his lips parted in pure shock. Unable to believe what an idiot he had been .

"Then when- then when Luna was born you…you stayed. You always fucking stayed! You woke up during the night to feed her when I was too tired. You treated her like she was your own and her first word-" she hiccuped , crying heavily now as she finally raised her head and looked him straight in his eyes.

"Her first word was 'Love!' Because you always used to tell her how much you loved her over and over again. And I was so fucking pathetic for being jealous of my own baby because all I wanted-" she inhaled deeply as she tried to stop crying, needing him to know that he wasn't the only one that fell in love too.

"-All I wanted was for you to tell me the same thing. I just wanted to hear you say that you loved me too." It came out more like a trembling whisper , finally coming to a stand still in front of the man that she so desperately loved.

For a long moment Lance didn't know what to say, his throat running dry and the lump in his throat becoming painful as he looked at her silently, filled with nothing but a sour mixture of regret, guilt and hope.

He inhaled deeply and slowly walked over to her till they were toe to toe, licking his dry lips as he wondered how the hell he could fix this mess that he had created .

He gently pushed her hair away from her tear stained cheeks and sighed, cupping her face in the palm of his hands as he wiped away her tears with a quiet sniffle.

"I am so sorry. I should have told you that I loved you the very moment that I knew..you're all that I've ever wanted." He whispered to her , swallowing. "I was just a coward. So blinded by my own fear to realise that you - that you loved me too." He said still unable to believe that she returned his feelings too .

All these years he had wasted by being so afraid...

Cherrie clutched at his wrists as he ran soothing circles over her cheekbones softly , his teary eyes never leaving her own as their hearts raced against each other as though it was a race.

And as she looked into his eyes , felt the trembling of his fingers against her skin and the guilt that covered his face. She felt her anger fade away. Just like that.

Because she knew Lance. He was her best friend for a reason After all . And she knew that he would never have tried to lead her on deliberately, he would never have any ill intentions towards anybody .

This was the same guy that had cried during toy story , the same guy that had made them have a little funeral in her garden after he had accidentally stepped on an moth that Luna had called ‘pretty’. He couldn't even hurt a fly.

All he had ever done was make her life easier for her. He had done everything that he could to make sure that she and Luna had the best life possible. He spoiled the both of them rotten and would proudly show off photos of the three of them to his friends. So proud of his little family even if she didn't know it then.

She knew then that he hadn't meant to hurt her. Hadn't meant to make her cry. All he had ever done was love her in silence . That was his only mistake, not telling her sooner.

He loved her. He was in love with her. He was her best friend . That was never going to change and who better to fall in love with than the man that knew her life no other?

The man that had immediately stepped up to be a father figure to her baby without her even needing to say a thing. He had just automatically done it because he loved the both of them, they were clearly meant to be. Their family and friends were right after all.

She realised that now. And what did her friend always say ... better late than never right?

So she let her tears dry and she let a smile arise on her lips , lances eyes never leaving her own as he patiently waited for her to tell him what she was thinking about . What she was feeling.

She just whispered the truth "I'm so in love with you." Slowly wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, till they were breathing in each other's love. Heart beats in sync. Always.

Lance felt the weight slowly lift from his shoulders , his eyebrow raising as he shyly smiled back at her, hope lighting up his once saddened features. Gently placing his hands on her hips , their noses gently nudging together.

"Yeah?" He breathed out , swallowing. "You-can we give this a try? Start over?" He almost pleaded.

Cherrie just laughed softly and shook her head fondly. "We don't need to start over Lance. I've loved you for half of my life. I'll love you till the end of it too." She promised him. Smiling affectionately as she washed his face flush red at her words, a flustered giggle escaping him as he squeezed her to him with a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"The first day that I met you I told myself that I was going to marry you someday." He confessed to her shyly . Falling into her embrace with ease.

"Still feel that way about me now?" She teased , gently tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, watching him sag against her with a content sigh.

Instead of answering the obvious 'I do' he just closed the gap between them and kissed her instead.

Tilting her back gently till her head rested in the crook of his arm as he kissed he like should have kissed her all those years ago. A soft moan escaping her lips as she pulled him closer by his neck and deepened the kiss, slowly patting his lips with her tongue as they held onto each other tightly . Neither one wanting to let go.

So lost in each other that neither one of them heard the little mischievous giggle of a three year old as she peeked into the room with a smug, toothy grin on her chubby face. Eyes lighting up in joy as she watched her two favourite people in the entire world kiss each other like the prince and princess did in her favourite movies.

She squealed to herself in excitement , bouncing on the balls of her feet in joy as she hissed a happy "yesssssss!" Before quickly running away again to tell the rest of her stuffed animals that her plan had worked.

Even the toddler had seen that they were in love and Luna had been determined to make her mommy marry Lance so that they could be a proper family together now. Just like the movies.

And she could be a perfect princess at their wedding. She couldn't wait to demand Lance to buy her a new, big sparkly gown to wear and a new tiara too.

She squeezed her unicorn to her chest tightly with a beam of happiness on her face "daddy loves mommy!" She told the stuffed animal in delight. Having been calling Lance her daddy to her all of her nursery friends and teddy bears for a long time now.

And Luna couldn't wait to call him daddy to his face too now . They could be a perfect family.

The three year old smiled brightly to herself and wondered out loud 'I wonder if he will take us to Disneyland now.' Because priority's .

Knowing fully well that the toddler always got what she wanted . She wanted Lance and her mommy to be together. She got it.

She wanted to go to Disneyland with them, she would get it.

She had never been happier.

And neither had the best friends turned lovers in the other room, still lost in each other’s love as they stumbled to the bed after Lance had locked the door behind them. Their home filling with nothing but love and hope for the future now that she knew.

She and Luna were his home. He wanted this forever.

It was better late than never right?

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