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who's he?- l.norris

summary: you've always been more famous, but now jack whitehall has decided to address it

pairing: lando norris x fem! moviestar! reader

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You sat beside Lando, giggling beside him as the night went on, awkward and long. F175 was a good idea on paper, but it was also the most hunger games-esque things you’d ever seen, and every single person there could feel the awkward and uncomfortable air in the room. 

He reached over and grabbed your hand to play with while Jack Whitehall made his way through the tables as the Williams car was revealed. 

“You alright?” you asked, leaning in to him. 

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “All good.”

He was doing great. 2024 had been the hardest season of his life, and he genuinely couldn’t have done it without you. Every time he came home and saw you there, taking time out of your own busy schedule to make him feel better, it meant the world to him. He was eternally grateful. 

Jack pulled up a chair beside the two of you, getting ready for the interview. “Evening guys,” he smiled, settling in beside you. The Williams reveal was over, the lights came up again, and the camera was turned to Lando, Jack and you. 

“Give it up for my main man James Vowels!” There was a break for cheering. “Now, there is only one person I want to talk to tonight,” he announced into the microphone and the crowd went wild. They thought he meant Lando. “Y/n Y/l/n!” 

The stadium erupted in laughter as Lando got cut out of the camera angle, zoning in on your and Jack. Beside you, Lando was laughing harder than anyone, squeezing your hand as he giggled uncontrollably. You were pretty famous, being a huge movie star. At the beginning of your relationship back in 2021, everyone was a bit confused on why you’d picked him, since F1 wasn’t huge back then. Ever since then there’s always been jokes about how he’s less relevant than you, or less famous, etc. Honestly, you find them hilarious.

“Y/n, how are you feeling about tonight, have you ever seen anything like this?” he asked.

“No, I have not,” you smiled, trying to hold in your own laughter. 

“How does it compare to the Oscars?” 

“There’s usually less drummer, for sure,” you joked and the crowd laughed. “But yes, I am very excited to be here.” 

“Do you think Lando’s taking it away this year?” 

You turned to Lando and he smirked, shaking his head. “I hope so,” you shrugged, turning back to Jack. 

“I won’t be famous enough if I don’t,” Lando added, giggling into the microphone. 

“Mate let’s be honest you were never famous enough for her,” Jack teased. “I hope you win this year for your sake,” both you and Lando were uncontrollably laughing now. “So, how was your break? Got a chance to Netflix and Chill?” 

A boom mic was lowered into your face. 

“We did, y’know,” Lando nodded, pushing the boom away. “Wankers.” 

“Please do not curse Lando,” Jack chuckled. 

“That's not a curse word,” he smiled cheekily. “But yeah, we had a nice break. We spent some time with our families and friends, and we went to see Daniel in Perth as well, which was great.”

“You and Daniel are quite close, aren’t you Y/n?” he mused. 

“Yeah, I’ve worked with his partner a lot before, so we’re pretty close.”

“And he introduced us,” Lando added and you nodded. 

“Wow! Daniel Riccardo the match-maker, will he be officiating at your wedding?” Jack asked, referencing the fact that there were a lot of engagement rumours over the break for the two of you. 

You looked down at your hand confused then held it up for the cameras, showing no engagement ring on your finger, then looking at Lando confused, who giggled. 

“It’s on my to-do list, alright?” he chuckled. 

“Better be soon, or else you’ll be too irrelevant to marry her,” Jack joked. “And now, we have the wonderful Kane Brown, give it up!” 

The cameras turned to the singer, and Lando smiled at you. 

“It’s a good idea,” he whispered. “Asking Daniel.” 

“I don’t see a ring on my finger, Norris,” you pointed out again. 

“Soon,” he nodded, sincerity in his eyes. “So soon.”

“I'll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled, but you knew he was serious.

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STOPPP THIS SO CUTEEE I CAN’T “CIRCLING IMAGINARY HEARTS AROUND YOURS WITH HIS SIGHT” IM CRYING THIS IS WRITTEN SO GOODDDD

https://youtu.be/Ggnv_MQNB-4?feature=shared

^This right here with lovesick Marc Bernal might me the death of me

✮ Crimson Kisses - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: trying the lipstick smudge challenge with marc.

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. BUT ONG im not even kidding u rn i started tearing up at my grown age. ADORABLE IDEA.

warnings: zero.

marc had an admiringly, lovesick grin plastered on his face the whole time you were explaining this trend to him, and you wondered if he was even paying attention.

his eyes were slightly glassy, sore and glistening as they mapped out every crevice of your face. they wandered to your eyes, your nose, lingering on your lips and forehead until they finally began dotting around at the small indignant moles and freckles that outlined your skin.

he held you close on your sofa, so close, that you could sense his heartbeat pumping increasingly rapid with every second that passed from looking at you. his arm was draped around your back and rested on your hip, his other drawing consistent straight lines up and down your calves—whilst you had your head resting on his shoulder, your right arm failing as you explained.

“so, what do you think? will you try it with me?” you said at last, pausing breathlessly.

marc blinked, snapping out of his daydream. “hm? do what?”

“marc!” you playfully swat his chest, “are you kidding me right now? i’ve been explaining for a good five minutes!”

“yeah, it was music to my ears,” he grins.

“marc,” you say warningly with a frown.

“alright okay, im sorry mi vida, but how can i concentrate when your staring at me like that?” he counters sweetly, crawling his hand from your leg to cradle your jaw. “it’s near impossible.”

unfortunately, his sweet talk did always make you crumble. So ultimately, you struggled to even muster up any words to counteract.

you looked down, grumbling something under your breath, silently cursing him for making you feel like this. he laughed, hooking his finger under your chin to make you look back up.

“go on amor, explain it to me again,” he encouraged, his tone buoyant but also genuine. as if he hadn’t already made your breath hitch enough, he just made it worse.

you fought the tidal wave of embarrassment rising to your cheeks, and pulled out your phone to try and distract yourself.

“i’ll just show you instead, it’s probably easier.” you muttered, your palms slightly sweaty as you flickered amongst tiktok reels. marc pressed a delicate kiss to your hair, agreeing.

there, you found it. you reflected it into his eyesight, the gentle melody of ‘k.’ overpowering your uncoordinated breathing pattern.

the hopelessly devoted loverboy that he was, placed his hand over yours on the phone, like even a few seconds without touching you was unbearable.

the video ends, and marc’s face grows to be half confused, half interested. “so where’s the lipstick bebè?”

“i came prepared,” you whip out a maroon-wine lipstick case from your hoodies pocket, swiping the lid off.

he smiled, “so either way, you were gonna make me do this no matter what i said?” he inquired, raising a brow.

“duh, obviously,” you scoff, “sometimes cariño you can be so gullible. when have you ever skipped a couples trend with me?”

“if we consider how many times it was against my free will then… one.” he tried to sigh dismally, but couldn’t deny the smirk growing on his lips.

“..hm anyway,” you click your tongue and shuffle away from him briefly to balance the phone in your hand like a compact mirror. “let me set this up.”

marc groaned from the loss of contact, the dull and cold air piercing him which you had previously shielded him from.

almost immediately, when you started to apply the lipstick, your boyfriend edges closer to you, trying to force you back into your old position. when you don’t budge, he’s inclined to sit up and perch on the end of the cushion.

you pout into the camera, smiling fondly at the change in lip colour. you swiftly turn to face him, cheekily smirking.

“well what are you waiting for babe? come here,” he encouraged hastily, slinging an arm over your waist to help you scoot over.

rolling your eyes at his dramatic tone, you gently climbed onto his lap, cupping his face with both of your hands. marc stayed perfectly still, though his hazel eyes sparkled with anticipation.

the first kiss landed on his cheek, and he let out a soft, contented sigh. “one down,”

you laughed and planted another painted kiss in the corner of his mouth, slightly teasing him by missing his lips. he tried to turn his head to reach for your lips, but you dodged and kissed his jaw.

his cheeks flushed, his confident smirk faltering as he tried and failed to hide just how euphoric he felt. “your really enjoying this,” you teased between kisses.

“of course i am,” he replied slightly breathless, “keep going.”

you continued to pepper kisses on every inch of his skin—his chin, his temple, even the bridge of his nose fell victim to your ambush.

when you finally finished, you pulled back, his face was a masterpiece of personalised, smudged scarlet-red marks.

instead of complaining, he beamed up at you, his expression so openly besotted that it made your heart palpate. “so how do i look?” he slurred slowly, a hand reaching to his cheek where your lips had been.

“somehow even more handsome,” you snorted, “but also like a walking art project if you squint.”

adjusting yourself and crawling back onto the sofa, you balance your phone on the table infront of you. marc watched you with a quiet amusement, his hands never leaving your waist whilst casually dipping underneath the hem of your hoodie.

“your really committed to this huh? like a focus of a surgeon,” he mocked, weaving his fingers between yours.

“this has to be perfect marc, we’re not half-assing it.” you shot back with a small laugh.

once the camera pinned onto you, you attempted to break away from his hand, ready to press record until he grabbed it back, lacing your fingers between his again.

“marc baby,” you coo, tilting your head, “i need my hand to record it, i can’t do it with just one.”

marc huffed, not annoyingly, but more so of a ‘yes you can, don’t make excuses,’ type of huff. he reluctantly pried his hand away, but once you were free, he relaxed his hand on your thigh and already began carving your name on your skin.

“okay are you ready?” you ask him, thumbs hovering over the record button. he gives you a silent nod, an intrigued smile playing on his lips.

the melody started, the soft and dreamy opening lyrics filling the room. the camera was aimed on you, turning your head just enough to show the smeared lipstick on your lips. the lyrics singing:

‘stay with me, i don’t want you to leave..’

on cue, his thumb reaches into shot and smooths over the unordinary smear as you looked over his way and grinned.

then you panned it to marc, his eyes locked on yours with so much rekindled love; the numerous lipstick kisses tainting his tanned skin and marking him as yours. absentmindedly, he brought you into a kiss with his fingers grazing your chin—the camera still rolling.

he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his pearly whites in direct contrast to the fury pink blush rising on his cheeks. his hands on you were steady, like he had all the time in the world.

the music cuts, the recording ended, as you broke this kiss—his eyes still stayed on you, like he couldn’t bare to look away. they were soft, circling imaginary hearts around yours with his sight, an impeccable grin stretching across his entire face.

he was lost in you.

“your staring,” you hummed, waving a hand infront of his eyes.

the spaniard blinked, as if snapping out of another trance. “huh?” he clears his throat, “yeah..well.. i can’t help it.”

“marc,” you laughed gently. “your not supposed to act that into it, and im now convinced your like a secret actor or something.”

“i can’t act to save my life, that was all real,” he leans in, his breath fanning onto your face. he draws you in closer, his hand cradling the back of your head as if you were his only prized possession.

“now what do you say about round two? i’m up for it mi amorè.”

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THAT MATCH WAS A FUCKING ROLLER COASTER

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP

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I FUCKING LOVE YOU RAPHINHA

HOW DID WE MANAGE TO DO THIS?!

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4-4 OKAY WE MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

SUMMONING OCTOBER BARCA 🙏🙏🙏

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