Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

Big bad Hoodie

As always, getting all theremaining drivers to sit down for breakfast and prepare for the day was nothing short of a herculean task. The morning routine had its usual chaotic rhythm—some drivers were early risers, already energized and chattering away, while others needed a bit more coaxing to emerge from their rooms. The kitchen buzzed with activity, the air filled with the aroma of fresh coffee, toast, and various other breakfast staples.

Lia, made sure that everyone was fed and had what they needed. It took some extra effort, but eventually, even Yuki, who had stubbornly lingered for "just one more bite," was ushered out of the kitchen. The sight of the last driver leaving the dining area brought a sigh of relief to her lips. She finally had a moment to herself.

With a quick glance at the gloomy skies outside, Lia headed up to her room to get ready for the day. The weather wasn't promising—gray clouds loomed, hinting at rain—so she opted for comfort over fashion. She slipped on a simple shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans, knowing they'd suit whatever the day might throw at her. After getting dressed, she carefully completed her beauty routine in the bathroom, the familiar motions providing a few moments of calm in her otherwise hectic morning.

Barely a minute after she returned from the bathroom, she heard a commotion downstairs. It wasn't unusual for the drivers to find ways to entertain themselves while they waited, and from the sound of it, things were already getting lively in the living room.

When Lia walked back into the room, she found a small group gathered: Lando, Carlos, Pierre, Charles, Kevin, and Logan were all seated, their relaxed postures contrasting the energy of the earlier breakfast chaos. The atmosphere was comfortable, familiar just like they all preferred.

As she entered, Fernando walked in behind her, carrying something in his hand. He made a beeline for Logan, who was seated quietly at the edge of the group. With a gentle smile, Fernando handed over a small, plush rabbit. Logan's face lit up in a soft smile as he accepted the gift, his expression a mix of gratitude and shyness. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper.

Fernando, in a rare display of affection, leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Logan's head. The young American blushed slightly, burying his nose in the plush toy, finding comfort in its softness. The scene was sweet and brief, almost going unnoticed by the others, except for Lia, who smiled at the tenderness of the moment.

Lando and Carlos, seated next to Logan, were too engrossed in their own debate to notice the exchange. Their conversation had taken a turn towards fashion, and it was clear they were on opposite sides of the argument.

"Why do you always wear those big hoodies?" Carlos asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation. "They're way too big for your little body."

Lando gasped dramatically, his eyes widening in mock offense. "How dare you! Take that back."

But Carlos merely shook his head, refusing to budge. "No, it looks ridiculous."

Lando's mouth fell open in exaggerated shock. "Eh, asshole," he retorted, his voice playful despite the insult. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head, he suddenly stilled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I like to wear large hoodies," he began, a hint of mischief in his tone, "so I can do this!"

Before Carlos could react, Lando swung one of the oversized sleeves at him, the fabric slapping across the Spaniard's face with a soft thud.

Carlos groaned, shielding himself with his arms, but the surprise attack had already done its damage. Lando, visibly pleased with his victory, was on his feet in an instant, climbing off the couch and fleeing the scene, fully aware of the retribution that would follow.

Carlos was quick to recover, a determined gleam in his eyes as he got up and gave chase. "You're dead, Norris!" he called out, his voice filled with mock menace.

The room filled with the sounds of Lando's squeaks and gasps as he tried to evade Carlos, darting around the furniture in a desperate attempt to avoid capture. But his escape was short-lived. In his haste, Lando tripped over a stray pair of shoes left by the door, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Carlos was on him in a flash, pinning the younger driver down with ease. "Got you now!" he declared triumphantly, immediately launching a merciless tickle attack.

Lando's laughter filled the room, his attempts to squirm away utterly futile. "Stop! Stop!" he gasped between fits of giggles, but Carlos was relentless.

Lia watched the scene unfold from the doorway, her arms crossed with a smile tugging at her lips. The roughhousing wasn't uncommon, and she knew there was no real danger in it, just drivers being little boys. After a moment, she decided it was harmless enough to let them tire themselves out, so she made her way over to Logan, who was still cuddling his new plush rabbit.

She sat down beside him, her presence a calming contrast to the chaos on the other side of the room. Just as she settled in, Lando's voice rang out, loud and desperate. "Charles! Come and get your man!"

Charles, who had been deep in conversation with Pierre, turned his head at the sound of his name. He took in the sight of his boyfriend pinning Lando to the floor, and a laugh bubbled up from his chest. The scene was too ridiculous not to find amusing, but there was also a hint of pity for Lando's predicament.

"Alright, alright," Charles said, standing up and crossing the room towards them. As he reached the pair, he let his hand trail through the hair at the nape of Carlos's neck, his fingers lightly grazing the thick curls. "Baby," he coaxed softly, his voice smooth, "why don't you give him a break? Let him recover, and maybe you can take this outside?"

Carlos hesitated for a moment, clearly enjoying his upper hand, but at the gentle persuasion from Charles, he sighed and finally relented. "Fine," he muttered, though not without a playful glint in his eye.

As he got to his feet, Carlos didn't waste the opportunity to grab Charles by the hips, pulling him close. With a cheeky grin, he smashed his lips against Charles's in a quick, sound kiss, a public display of affection that left Charles laughing into the kiss.

Lando, who had managed to prop himself up on his elbows, made a loud gagging sound at the sight. "Ugh, get a room!" he teased, though he made no further complaints, clearly not wanting to risk another round with Carlos.

As the laughter and chatter resumed, Lia couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth settle over her. Despite the occasional chaos, these moments of connection- she loved this job, the life around the drivers never got boring and they never failed to make her laugh.