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lando: dirty air

oscar: do you care?

lando: 😧 yes, i do!

oscar: i know you don’t!

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you are your mom’s best trophy 🥹

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Lando’s wins when mom’s in the crowd.

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we’re giggling and making out after the race - LN4.

content: fluff, cheeky kisses, post-race giggles, suggestive sweetness, secret relationship vibes.

He finds you behind the barriers after media, cheeks flushed and hair still damp with sweat, fireproofs rolled down and tied at the waist. The second your eyes meet, he exhales like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You open your arms. “P2 never looked so sexy.”

He laughs — that breathless, half-pouty sound he does when he wants to be cocky but he’s a little annoyed. “Should’ve had him.”

“I know,” you say, stepping into his chest. “You will next time.”

His arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you against him with that signature grip: firm, warm, just a bit desperate. He drops his head into your neck and groans, “I wanted it so bad.”

You smile, fingers sliding into his hair. “I could tell. You were flying out there.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you. “You’re biased.”

“Obviously,” you grin, and he kisses you — quick, teasing, like he needs it more than he’ll admit. Then another. And another. Until it’s not quick at all.

“You smell like rubber and Monster,” you mumble into his mouth.

“And you smell like you snuck in again.”

You both giggle — the kind of giddy, post-high laugh that only happens after watching someone you love do something insane. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.

“I was watching from the garage. Crossed every finger. Almost cried.”

Lando smiles against your skin. “That’s why I got P2. You didn’t cry.”

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh.

He kisses you again, this time slower. “Next time I’ll win.”

“You better.”

“Will you still kiss me if I’m P10?”

You pause like you're thinking, then whisper, “Depends if you look this hot in the suit.”

That earns a dramatic gasp, then a playful bite on your shoulder before you both dissolve into more giggles. He holds your face like he’s trying to memorize it. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I better be.”

Someone calls for him again. He sighs. “You coming back to mine?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Can’t sleep without my good luck charm.”

landosgfr ✦

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though u guys might enjoy this

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what merc is doing to that kid is so fucked up too btw. fast tracked a super license for him (pressure) while he's skipped a feeder series (pressure) and then told him he's filling sir lewis hamilton's shoes (insane amount of pressure) all because toto wants to fulfill his weird kingmaker fantasy that he lost out on with the orange demon a decade ago. there's a damn documentary talking about how great this kid is and his journey to f1 (that no other rookie got) (pressure) on top of that toto's now twerking for the orange demon AGAIN talking about how he wants him on his team but won't say which driver he'd be replacing (PRESSURE) and he lets this drag on for ages. and we're about halfway through the season and this culminates in kimi ending up crying after a bad quali at spa because at the end of the day he's a literal teenager in a sport of experienced legends, under insane amounts of pressure bc everyone hyped him up to be the Next Big Thing and he is. just. a. child. and he has to deal with all this and jesus christ why is everyone acting like all of this was a good idea.

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happy (sad) 2024 hungarian gp one year anniversary to those who celebrate (cry themselves to sleep)

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Coming Home

Pairing — Lando Norris x afab!Reader

Summary — Of course it was normal not to be able to sleep without your best friend by your side... right?

Genre — fluff, friends to maybe lovers in the future au

Wordcount — 1.9k

Warnings — a little cursing

Rating — pg-13

A/N — Again, pls on't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

It was the fifth week in which you haven´t seen Lando.

2 Race weekends, 1 week of being in the UK to visit his parents and 2 more Race weekends.

5 Weeks of roaring engines, pitstops, media circus and traveling without being home. 5 Weeks of not seeing your best friend if it wasn´t through the screen of your phone and 5 weeks of being stuck in Monaco. It was rare for you not to be trackside with him but recently, work had absolutely swamped you.

You were working overtime left and right on the weekends just to get the same number of files that you sacrificed your sleep for, dropped again onto your desk on Monday morning.

A never-ending circle caused by multiple of your coworkers being out of order. One was pregnant at home; another was on sick leave after having had surgery and one more on vacation. The last one at least only being gone for a few days but nevertheless did it leave you drained and in desperate need of your best friend's presence at your side.

You still weren´t alone per se, it was just that you and your remaining 2 coworkers were now catching the load of the other 3.

Your energy for anything other than ordering take out and lounging around Lando´s couch was entirely gone.

Why Lando´s couch? Because let´s face it, his apartment was simply far nicer than our own. And maybe you felt a lot better there, surrounded by him even when he was speeding down circuits 1000s of kilometers away.

So yes, you used the key he had given you just seconds after the landlord had handed them to him like it was your own place. Even Gremlin, the grumpy cat your best friend had bought so you wouldn´t be alone when he was gone, had more or less moved into the place months ago.

Did Lando know about it? You wouldn´t be surprised if he did.

Would he have a problem with it? Hell no.

Between him and you it was always a thing of what´s mine is yours and what's yours is mine to the point where your two places were one big mix of his or your things. It was now surprising at all that half of the people you met at some point thought you were a thing. Damn, even half of the Grid had thought so for months after Lando had first joined F1 as a rookie.

And during your nightly face time calls , not once had you hidden the fact that you were in fact sitting in his kitchen while munching on some late night cereal as your socked feet were dangling of the counter because you loathed the creaking of his barstools or the skyline of Monaco as you were perched on a lounger on his balcony. Never mind the very obvious fact that in some of those calls you were literally buried in his ugly papaya colored blanket that he had bought just to spite you when you had been online shopping for your apartment. It´s only bonus point was that it was fluffy as fuck and that you felt like you were wrapped inside a cloud every time you took it into your hands.

You weren´t clingy, not more than Lando was either way and you were sure that if he really had a problem with you almost living in his place, he would tell you as much.

Now here is where things are getting a bit tricky.

Usually when you joined him for races, you never bothered booking a separate hotel room for yourself to stay in. Not once ever since 2019 at the Australian Grand Prix had you done so as it was an unspoken rule of Lando´s that he simply got a second keycard for you for when your flight landed a day after he himself arrived int the city the race was held at.

Meaning that at least 4 out of 7 days awake did you find yourself wrapped in the same blankets he was with his arms around your waist and your legs tangled in the morning. Said position had resulted in many awkward mornings. So many in fact that by now you didn´t even bat an eye anymore.

How that man still got some with you constantly around, you really had no idea and you refused to think about if you could help it.

This also translated to the times when he was home. Latenight hangouts turned into you falling asleep on his couch and him dragging you to bed. Never had Lando even entertained the idea of sending you home. Gremlin was there; he was there. No need for you to leave in his eyes.

This, however, also meant that both of you were so used to each other's presence at night that sleeping alone. Could get really hard at times.

It helped staying in his apartment even with him not being there physically, but nothing could beat him actually being there.

The Main Coon had already curled himself in at your feet, snoring softly while you stared out the window.

Monaco's heat was getting to you even with the AC running on its highest setting and had you not needed the weight of a blanket to get even a hint of rest, you probably would have kicked the ugly orange monstrosity to the floor. But no. Instead, your body demanded subtle pressure on top of you to not feel like you were being exposed to the invisible danger of the night.

Your phone showed that it was already 00:23 am on a Tuesday and just the thought of sleeping evading you until you had to get up at 6 again was a nightmare waiting to happen once more.

The video call earlier had shown you Lando at the airport, ready to fly back again before he was scheduled to come back to Monaco next week. Another whole week.

You hated it and were ready to call in sick yourself just to get a day of peace and quiet without holding yourself back from throttling your boss for another comment on how lucky you should be to be employed by them.

Idiot.

The book you had read before was still open on the mattress beside you, ignored and lonely now that you were ready to join dreamland.

Only that dreamland was not ready to receive you. Again, you tried to close your eyes and force yourself to sleep. Gremlin meowing in his sleep and the humming of the AC should theoretically be enough white noise to at least lure you into a half slumber but nothing. Wide away yet tired to the bones you were sprawled out on the bed.

“I hate this.” you grumbled out into the quiet of the room.

For a moment you considered calling again, just to hear the sound of him breathing but knowing he was possibly still in the air you threw the thought away just as quickly as it came. Instead, you wrapped your arms tightly around the blanket in resignation.

Another meow followed by a gentle purr reached your ears.

“Nice to know that at least one of us is getting some sleep.” you sighed, eyes shut but not accepting the tug of sleep pulling on them.

Your phone vibrated once but you ignored it. If you checked it now, you knew you wouldn´t get any sleep for at least 2 more hours. You started counting laps instead. Gosh Lando would make so much fun of you if he knew about that one.

1.

2.

3.

...

43.

44.

45.

46.

...

79.

80.

8-.

You weren´t asleep, you knew you weren´t, but at least you could feel your brain slowing down. Your foot kicked out involuntarily. Just once. Just lightly. And just enough to startle Gremlin awake.

Irritated he got up, stretched and jumped off the bed to glide out of the bedroom on gentle paws into the living room and then into the hallway where the front door slowly got pushed open.

Tired and ready to drop dead where he stood, Lando kicked off his shoes. His suitcase pushed against the wall, forgotten until the next morning when he would unpack and do some laundry.

He had already seen your shoes carelessly thrown to the side similar to his own and not one cell inside him was surprised by the fact that you were somewhere in his home. No.

Quite the contrary. It lit a warmth in his heart that made the big place suddenly feel a lot more cozy than just a second before.

The driver bent down to brush over gremlins head once, greeting the cat before he dipped back into the living room and leaving Lando standing there the shake his head at the cat's behavior before following and beelining for the bedroom.

The bedside lamp tinting the room in a soft glow and revealing your wrapped up form on his bed. He could see the small layer of sweat collecting in your hairline from the heat of the blanket and chuckled lowly. Low but enough to have your head snap up just as he bent down next to your head.

“It´s just me, love.” He hummed and let his hand softly brush over the top of your head and down your face. Subconsciously you leaned into the touch even if you blinked against the light to focus your eyes on his face just a few centimeters away from your face.

“Lan? I thought you´d be gone longer?” you almost pouted with your eyebrows scrunched together.

“Nah, wanted to fall asleep on my bed for once. Something tells me you thought the same?” You knew it was meant to be teasing, but you were too tired to bite back and so you just mumbled back incoherently.

All Lando understood was, “is comfy here” and nodded in understanding.

“I know and the company in it-”

Quickly he ducked his head to avoid the swat that came flying at him.

“Watch it champ.” You huffed.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Hmm, get changed and get in here already...”

Lando bit his lip to stop himself from smiling as you turned around and scooted back into the corner.

Doing as he was told, he changed into an old sweatshirt and crawled into bed. As soon as he was settled, you turned back around and sighed softly when you rubbed your nose into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“You´re just like Gremlin, you know? Pretending to be grumpy but nudging me for attention.”

Feeling his hands around your body, the effect was instantaneous. Relaxing into his touch and shrugging a silent, “Shut up.” before sleep tugged you under you could feel the press of his lips against your forehead.

Both of you thinking the same thing while drifting off.

He was home.

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🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

🕯️ good weekend for 🕯️

🕯️ lando & carlos 🕯️

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He looks so good

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Happiness looks beautiful on him.

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🏎️𖦹 ׂ masterlist𓈒 🏁 ／ ⋆ ۪

OSCAR PIASTRI✮⋆˙:

torque & tenderness

not-so-shy-boyfriend!oscar piastri who... 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS... 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

random texts with oscar piastri🏎️x olympic!skater!reader🛹

HEADCANONS - BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER - OSCAR PIASTRI ☆

OSCAR PIASTRI X LOUD GIRLFRIEND HEADCANON

five ways he loves you

oscar piastri x emotional/sensitive!reader ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

LANDO NORRIS✮⋆˙:

pre-race friction

blurred focus.

off limits

stay in bed, baby

LANDO NORRIS X READER – CHAOTIC COUPLE HEADCANON

stop looking at me like that ── .✦ lando norris x leclerc!reader

lando norris x short!reader headcanons

lando norris is clingy.

LEWIS HAMILTON✮⋆˙:

for good luck

headcanons — younger!girlfriend x lewis hamilton .✦

headcanons — younger!girlfriend x lewis hamilton / how he acts with the age-gap.

FIRST TIME TOGETHER – LEWIS HAMILTON X YOUNGER GF HEADCANON. /+18

koala mode. - lewis hamilton x younger!reader.🐨

"silent treatment" — lewis hamilton x younger!reader

CHARLES LECLERC✮⋆˙:

parle-moi doucement

into the grid

you’re younger & insecure about your acne – charles leclerc headcanon ── .✦

DANIEL RICCIARDO✮⋆˙:

cold hands, warm crush

pit pass heart

GABRIEL BORTOLETO✮⋆˙:

almost was.

red cheeks, checkered flags

sweet tooth

CARLOS SAINZ✮⋆˙:

CARLOS SAINZ X YOUNGER!READER HEADCANONS

MAX VERSTAPPEN✮⋆˙:

home again

G R I D R E A C T I O N S

✦soft habits – f1 grid reactions✦

✦you moan their name in your sleep – f1 grid reactions ✦

you’re awkward with PDA and physical affection – f1 grid reactions ── .✦

you're from another country? – f1 grid reactions ── .✦

the grid reacts to dating the internet’s favorite paddock princess

father’s day with him as your baby daddy ── .✦

boobs or ass?– f1 grid preferences ── .✦

you cut yourself shaving – grid reactions ── .✦

you finally tease them back – frenemy vibes

taking care of you drunk (while they’re drunk too)

✦you start crying during an argument and they instantly regret everything – f1 grid reactions ✦

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Laura Mueller should be allowed to run men over with an F1 car

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the lando norris 2024 redemption arc goes crazy this season

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lando eight wins 🤍

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never kill yourself, you could wake up one day to news articles rolling in about christian horner being fired

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On another note, it really speaks volumes about how protected men are in this world the final nail in Horner’s coffin wasn’t the inappropriate behavior or harassment allegations from a woman (his employee), it was the poor performance of the car. Tells you everything about who and why men actually get held accountable