#Josh Norris x reader

[secretlittlerandezvous]

TikTok Trends - Josh Norris

Summary: Josh and his girlfriend Y/n try TikTok trends together.

Words: 476

Josh leaned against the counter, watching Y/n take ingredients from the fridge. “So, what we’re filming for TikTok this time?”

Y/n turned around with a carton of eggs in her hand, her expression perfectly innocent. “Breakfast, we’re making breakfast. People love couple cooking videos for some reason.”

Josh nodded, pulling out a pan. “Alright, what’s the plan? Omelets? Scrambled eggs?”

She hid a smirk, setting her phone on the counter to record. “Let’s start with cracking a few eggs,” she started. “Here, hold still for a second. I’ll show you a trick my mom taught me.”

Josh tilted his head curiously, leaning slightly forward. “A trick? We’re getting a trick guys.” He said laughing into the camera.

Grinning to herself, Y/n picked up an egg and held it delicately in her hand. “Okay, now you have to stay still. This is all about precision.”

Josh nodded seriously, completely buying into it. “Got it.”

With a swift motion, she cracked the egg right on his forehead. The yolk slid down his face, and for a moment, he just froze.

“Y/n!” he said in disbelief as he wiped his face with both hands.

Y/n burst out laughing, cracking up a little more each time she look at him. “You should see your face right now!”

Josh glanced at the camera, realizing what had just happened. “This isn’t breakfast; this is payback for last week, isn’t it? When I pranked you.”

“Maybe,” she teased, still laughing.

Josh grabbed another egg from the carton. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

Later

Still feeling bad about her prank, Y/n cuddled up to Josh on the couch. “I feel a little bit bad about the prank.”

Josh smirked, not looking up from his phone. “A little bit?”

“Let me make it up to you,” she said, holding up her phone as a proof she’s been searching. “I found the cutest trend. We can do it together and no eggs this time, I promise.”

Josh raised an eyebrow. “What’s the trend?”

She tapped her phone, and Jack Johnson’s Upside Down began playing. “It’s simple. You just lift me up, turn me upside down, and set me back on my feet.”

Josh groaned dramatically but couldn’t resist her pleading expression. “Fine, but if you fall, it’s on you.”

Moments later, the camera was recording. As the song played, Josh leaned down and grabbed Y/N by the waist. She giggled as he effortlessly lifted her, carefully turning her upside down. Her legs kicked playfully in the air before he spun her back around and set her on her feet.

They both laughed, Y/n wobbling slightly before grabbing onto his arms. “See? That wasn’t so bad!”

Josh shook his head, smiling as they watched the playback. “Alright, that was cute. You’re off the hook.”

The final clip showed Y/n standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

[bitchinbarzal]

can u do angst but w a happy ending w “I said I would be there when you need it but-" "You weren't. That's the thing. You weren't." and/or “don't let go of us" for josh norris please 🙏

You should’ve known you would see him again, it was an alumni event after all.

You’d tried avoiding him at all costs, not sure your heart could take seeing him. You’d seen Quinn, Strauss and Will but no sign of Josh and just when you thought maybe you’d gotten away with it he appeared right before you.

“Hey!”

You stepped back, a little shocked to see him suddenly appear before you.

“Hey Josh…” you muttered, your fingers now intertwined, something you did when you were nervous.

He cleared his throat, sensing your uncomfortableness “How have you been?”

You sigh “Listen, it’s nice to see you but I gotta-“

His hand clasps onto your arm “I’m sorry, I know I said I would be there when you need it but-“

You all but growl back “you weren’t. That’s the thing. You weren’t. Josh just leave me alone ok? I- I’m tired of feeling like I need to avoid you, like I did something wrong! You were the one who just up and left then I came to Ottawa, to see you! I had nothing else out there but I came to see you and you pretended like I didn’t exist” you sniffled

Josh’s face was covered in worry as he watched you

“You pretended like I didn’t exist! I sat by myself in the stands, I went out after by myself so you could go with your friends! Then I came to your place and you had a girl over-“

“She wasn’t-“ he interrupted and you nearly screamed

“I don’t care who she was Josh! The point is I was there for you, all the time people thought we were dating and I liked you just for you to do this to me”

Josh watched with a broken heart as you walked off, wiping your eyes.

He followed you, out into the parking lot before he shouted your name

“Don’t do this! We deserve better!” He called and you rolled your eyes

“I deserved better Josh!”

“You did, you do!” He yells, walking towards you “And there’s probably a million people who could give you better but I know there’s nobody in this world who loves you like I do”

You sniffle, wiping your nose on the back of your hand “You let me down”

He closes his eyes, trying not to get upset “I know and I’m sorry, I really can’t apologize enough to you for everything I did but what I want is to have the chance to prove to you that I deserve to love you because I do, with my whole heart”

His words made your head hurt, all of your emotions at the forefront of your mind until you just started sobbing. He didn’t know what to do, a little taken aback before he reached out and just held you.

In his arms you felt safe, in his arms it was warm. Josh was safe, he was warm.

“I love you, Josh” you sobbed quietly.

His heart swelled “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

[ateriblewriter]

Could you do 30 and 41 with Josh please? Hope, you have a good day!

30. "take a deep breath"

41. "please take to me about it"

the second he got home from his training session that day you could tell something was off about him. josh was a little less talkative than he normally was and after eating something he made a bee line for the bedroom.

knowing he needed his space sometimes, you let him be, opting to get work done around the house. wandering into the bedroom a few hours later you notice him sitting on the bed with tear stained cheeks.

"hey, hey what's wrong?" you quickly kneel in front of him. you take his head in your hands making him look at you. he was hurting you could feel it.

"i- i" he started but then stopped again, a certain kind of fear rising in his chest mad him start to panic. you physically could feel the pain oozing off him. your heart ached for your love.

"josh, hey, look at me." you wipe his tears with your thumbs, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. when he finally does, you continue "take a deep breath."

you guide him through a couple of breathing exercises that you had learned over the years and got him calm enough for coherent words to flow through his lips.

"i don't know if i can go back." josh confessed. he took your hands and held them in his lap, his focus now on them and not you. "i don't know."

he was worried about going back to work after an injury that had taken him out for a while. although the injury was healed and over the course of the summer he had rehabbed and gotten the major kinks worked out, there was always that fear there.

"why couldn't you go back? they cleared you months ago. and you've been working so hard." josh didn't respond right away, and you could tell he was going to break down again. "please don't do that. please talk to me about it."

"what if i'm not good enough anymore? what if i can't do what they want me to do or i'm not the same player anymore? what if i get hurt again?" he sounded like a kid who fell off his bike and was scared to get back on and try again.

"did something happen today?" you questioned further wanting to get to the root of the issue.

"there was a twinge in my shoulder today. it was a basic drill and i wasn't doing much. but i felt it and it scared me."

"I'm so sorry honey." you felt for him, but not really knowing how to help situation. "is there anything I can do right now to help?"

"hold me?" you didn't hesitate to give him what he wanted, comfort. crawling onto the bed next to him, you pulled him in close as you wrapped your arms around him. closing your eyes you started to hum.

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★ F*CK YOU BETTER (18+) 

pairing — fwb!MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader wc — 1.7k synopsis — "old habits die hard..." — or, her boyfriend won’t fuck her right, so she runs to the one person who always does. consequences be damned.

★ PARTY FOR TWO (18+) 

pairing — ghostface!MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader wc — 520 synopsis — "oh, you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim?"

★ YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND  

pairing — JOSH NORRIS x reader wc — 496 synopsis — he's done being tardy to his own life.

★ IF WE'RE LUCKY (18+) 

pairing — RAFE CAMERON (obx) x reader wc — 1k synopsis — if they’re lucky, they might make it to the driveway. 

★ HOMEMADE (18+) 

pairing — ERIK JOHNSON x ex-nanny!reader wc — 120 (tumblr preview) | 2.1k (on patreon) synopsis — “you stuffed your bird, now its my turn.” — or, how erik and his nanny-turned-girlfriend spend their first thanksgiving as a couple.

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[willowsnook]

Masterlist

Max Verstappen

Friends don't sleep together

Bar menu: 1, 2

When love is left unspoken, pt. 2, pt. 3

Your funeral, pt. 2

I see you, pt. 2

Lando Norris

Only one bed???

Right Place, Right Time (series)

Fake Relationship

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Noisy Neighbor pt. 2

Fake Love Triangle (Franco x reader)

Coffee?

Done waiting

Expensive Fight

Concerned, pt. 2

Comfort

Princess

an experiment

Andrei Iosivas

Post game movies

Drunk words are sober thoughts

Happy birthday

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3

Eyes up here, babe

Knight in shining armor

Carlos Sainz

Moment of weakness

Forbidden Territory series

Bar menu: 1, 2

Josh Allen

Big win

Post Game Celebration

Bar Menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

bar nights and unexpected sparks

Oscar Piastri

Secret identity

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

miscommunication

orange is my favorite color

back to you

Lewis Hamilton

Just a bet?

Bar Menu: 1, 2, 3

Please don't leave

Act my age

I can’t come with you

back to each other

night routine

Lance Stroll

Cocky

sweet sister

Joe Burrow

Bar menu: 1

He isn't you

Let me in

Coach's daughter

orange is my favorite color

breaking rules

off limits, pt. 2

draw four

Charles Leclerc

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3

Oblivious

I need you back

in love?

Luke Hughes

Devils Bachelor

Quinn Hughes

Bruised Egos, Hidden Feelings

Community Relations

the ultimate crossover

Jack Hughes

wouldn’t have it any other way

[dannyricsmirrorball]

f1 challengers smau! ੈ✩‧₊˚ 🎾🏎️

george russell x reader x alex albon

OR

charles leclerc x reader x pierre gasly

sorry for being MIA i’m just busy w school but eee i was rewatching challengers and this idea came to me,, i was planning on a galex x reader one but im not sure if everyone would prefer piarles x reader (lmk pls! but i think im leaning towards george and alex)

basically the reader is tashi and was recognised as one of the biggest young talents coming through motorsports (like young max verstappen vibes), she was really fast and climbing through the ranks in karting and f2 and befriended george and alex (eventually dating one of them) and made it to formula 1 the same year as the 2019 rookies but then sustained an injury from a crash with one of the boys,, that depends on who is who. i’m not sure if i want alex to be patrick and george be art, or the opposite (also lmk ur opinions pls!).

im thinking alex as patrick just so i can do the whole them not seeing each other for so long through him being dropped by red bull and just extend the period of time it took for him to reach williams and then him coming back is them all reuniting and leading to present day. anyways basically same premise as the movie obv,, reader and (probably) george are in a long term relationship (rather than married) and (probably) alex comes back onto the scene in the williams seat which gags everyone and then yk kinda same premise as movie.

also if george is the art character then reader would be toto’s daughter (wolff!reader) to really emphasise that like power couple thing art and tashi had going on in the media, like mercedes golden boy and girl!

also can you just imagine the galex angst! childhood best friends to strangers </3.

i wish i was patient enough or had enough time to actually write this series and not just make a social media au, but if any writers are invested enough and would write this then feel free to just take this idea bc i’d love to read it and you’d probably do it more justice then i will hahah! 🎾💌🏎️🦢

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[cuttergauthier]

Secret Pregnancy

Josh Norris x Female Tkachuk Reader

Warning: annoying brother, fluff, Brady Tkachuk, pregnancy

word count: 0.6k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I am currently in Florida with my family and Josh, along with our son y/s/n, who is now 3 years old.

The boys decided to bring y/s/n on the ice today so they could teach him how to play hockey, especially since Matthew Only had a game tonight. 

I am also 5 Months pregnant, thankfully my bump wasn’t big yet so I could still hide it. Josh and I wanted to keep this baby a secret especially since my family was really protective when I was pregnant with Y/s/n. I was wearing some biker shorts with a baby shirt today.

Emma, Taryn, my mom and I are sitting in the stands watching the boys teach Y/s/n how to play. Y/s/n loves watching his dad and uncle play so I have a feeling he’s going to make it far with hockey.

The girls and I are talking about pretty much everything. My mom tells stories of how it was when she watched my dad first teach Matthew and Brady.

“It’s adorable isn’t it, watching Josh teach him how to play?” My mom asked me, smiling.

The biggest smile made its way on my face.

“Yeah, and he loves it, he’s excited to teach this little one too” I said without thinking and putting my hand on my bump. The girls gasped.

“What?” Taryn asked, surprised.

My eyes widened

Crap I wasn’t supposed to tell them.

“You’re pregnant?” my mom asked with teary eyes.

 “I wasn’t supposed to tell you” I said

“Why not?” Emma asked smiling.

“Josh and I wanted to surprise everyone after the baby was born, which I know was going to be hard especially with you and brady being in ottawa, but everyone was so overprotective last time it was driving me crazy and I didn’t want to go through that again” I said softly.

“Oh, sweetie they care and love you so much, i know it sucks when they don’t want you to do anything, but they just want you and the baby to be safe” My mom said.

“I also can’t keep this from Brady, he’ll know… I can’t lie” Emma said making us laugh.

<<<

Skip to the playoff game.

We made it to the suite, I had a feeling Emma already told Brady and that my mom had already told my dad since they kept looking at me every few minutes.

The first period had started when I started to get hungry, I started getting up from my seat when Brady looked to see what I was doing.

When he notice I was getting up, he got up instead.

“Sit down, what do you want? I’ll get it for you” He said. I sighed and sat back down to look at Josh, who was already looking at me confused.

“You told him?” Josh asked

I shook my head.

“I let it slip by accident this morning when I was with the girls sorry” I told Josh sadly.

Josh smiled.

“Babe it’s fine, I almost let it slip a few times.” He said 

“I can’t believe you guys were going to keep this a secret.” Brady said.

“Brady I love you, but you are way too overprotective” I said.

“I’m sorry I just want to make sure you are being safe.” He said softly

“I know, I love you, but if I ever need anything you know I'll ask. I’m only 5 months pregnant, I can still move” I said getting up, sending him a smile.

“Promise?” 

“Yes I promise, now sit back down and watch Matty while I go get myself some food” 

He sighed before he sat back down.

“Fine” he said 

I smiled at this. Hopefully it stays this way but I know the closer I’ll get to the end of the pregnancy he’ll get overprotective again, they’re lucky I love them.

[purfectstormzz]

End game | Elijah Hewson x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which Mercedes driver y/n y/l/n is seen with a unknown man and everyone wants to know who the mystery man is.

Pairing: Elijah Hewson x Fem!f1!reader

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a while so I decided to just write it + there aren’t enough Elijah Hewson fanfics on this app

(PS: Picture credits to whoever took them)

Masterlist

Yourusername

Liked by Charlesleclerc, elijahhewson and 30000 others

Yourusername: Life lately

Username: i need to know who this is!!

Danielricciardo: when do I get to meet your mystery man

>yourusername: who says you haven’t?😏

> Danielricciardo: excuse me ☝🏼???

Charlesleclerc: 🖤

Liked by yourusername

Username: so nobody is talking about Charles his comment?

> username: he doesn’t look like Charles tbh

>username: guys I think that’s Elijah Hewson

Yourusername

Liked by Lewishamilton, inhalerdublin and 17000 others

Yourusername: about last weekend (feat the boss man)

Tagged: Mercedes, Lewishamilton, GeorgeRussel

Danielricciardo: guess your wonder boy needs to be at more of your races😉!

Liked by yourusername

Danielricciardo: I’m so proud of you🖤

>yourusername: 🖤🖤

Charlesleclerc: extremely proud of you!!

Liked by yourusername

CarlosSainzjr: P1 baby!!!

> yourusername: p2 for you baby!!!

> username: OMG ITS CARLOS!!

>username: dude no!!

Susiewolff: please I need that last photo!!

> yourusername: check your dms🙃

ElijahHewson: I’m so proud of u! <3

>yourusername: <3

Yourusername

Liked by ElijahHewson,CarlosSainzjr and 14000 others

Yourusername: Secrets out I guess. Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q Hewson and I have actually been dating since we were 17. He has been my number one supporter since the beginning and has secretly been at most of the races but we just kept him hidden🫣. Thank you my love for standing by me this whole time. I’m so proud of what you yourself have accomplished and I love you so much <3

Tagged: ElijahHewson

Danielricciardo: dude how much did your parents hate you to give you that full name??

Bobbyskeetz: not the full name💀

ElijahHewson: i love you too baby, I will always be your number one supporter<3

Liked by yourusername

Username: so they hid this guy the whole time? WTF!

CarlosSainzjr: Best kept secret on the paddock!

> Landonorris: dude you don’t know how stressful this has been!

> Charlesleclerc: @yourusername he deserves a present for keeping this a secret this whole time.

> yourusername: I’ll bring him a juice box next race🙃🙃

> Landonorris: I would actually like that tbh..

Username: they’ve been dating for 6 YEARS!!!!!!

ElijahHewson

Liked by yourusername, Bobbyskeetz and 1300 others

ElijahHewson: Am I officially a wag now?? Y/n Y/l/n I love you so damm much and I’m so proud of you. Thank you for always sticking by my side. <3

Yourusername: I love you too my love<3 (btw u can’t be a wag)

> elijahhewson: why not??

>username: Cuzz you’re a man dumbass

>username: wait so does that make him a hab?

Danielricciardo: our favorite wag☺️

A/N: I hope you guys liked this. This was the first fic I’ve ever made.

I was thinking of writing a story on how Eli and y/n realised that they liked each other.

[leaawrites]

Should I make a Short n'Sweet series, with like one track, one fic and all different people (or mostly different people)?

If yes, please send request on who you wanna see with which track or which people in particular.

Thank youuuuu.

Short n'Sweet Masterlist

Also new Lando fic coming very very soon (in like 20 minutes or so)

Love you all!

[toasttt11]

it can’t happen

November 6, 2021

Nick Suzuki knocked on her front door, Brinley stood up from the couch wrapping her cardigan tighter around her as she walked to the front door and opened the door seeing one of her best friends she smiled moving to the side letting him in.

Nick headed to the living room setting the takeout and wine on the coffee table as Brinley walked into the kitchen grabbing two wine glasses and walked back to the living room, she sat down on the couch next to Nick grabbing the fluffy blanket throwing it over both of them.

Brinely started opening the wine as Nick took out all the takeout boxes, Brinely poured both of them a large class of wine before getting her chopsticks and starting to eat some of the takeout.

The two have started this tradition a few years ago to just unwind and have a cheat meal and some wine, sometimes they end up gossiping the whole or watching a show but it is always very relaxing for the two to spend time together, and when Nick’s girlfriend Catherine is free she always comes too making the night even better.

The two finished eating the food eventually and was sitting in peaceful silence drinking their wine.

“You do know Cole has feelings for you right.” Nick suddenly asked out of nowhere.

Brinely choked on her wine coughing, “Jeez Nicky warn a girl would you?” Brinely coughed again catching her breath, Nick snickered slighty, “What do you mean has feelings.” Brinely looked over at Nick in pure puzzlement.

“You don’t know?” Nick looked at her shocked, Cole was obviously the whole team knew of his little crush within a few days and it didn’t help he loved to follow her around like a puppy and looked up at her with stars in his eyes.

“He doesn’t have feelings for me Nicky.” Brinely scoffed knowing there is no way Cole has feelings for her, “Besides i’m his Captain now i’m supposed to be guiding him, mentoring him not thinking if he might have feelings for me.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, “So you have no feelings for him?” Nick had a good feeling the two would be more in the future.

“He’s young Nick. He needs a friend.” Brinely sternly spoke not noticing she never answered the question but Nick did, he decided to let it go with a nod but would remember that for later.

[dublinskeetz]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

hello! welcome to my page, i’m a fairly new writer here on tumblr but have been a member since about 2021, and i’m excited to get to write about the things i love, so welcome ‪♡

rules!

i will not write any form of smut, i just don’t feel comfortable and will probably not be good at it lol

i do not write for any character or person that is underage

i do will not and do not condone any writing of things like SA, kidnapping, murder, etc. basically anything that’s wrong and rlly weird to read/write.

who i will write for:

f1:

daniel ricc

charles leclerc

lando norris

oscar piastri

carlos sainz

and more!

inhaler:

all members!

requests are open! i’m very open to requests as long as they are within my rules lol so thank u!! ‪♡ i will also do smaus so pls req those as well!! thank u!!

[inrockstarfashion]

Requests!

Trying to get back into writing but I’m busy so I’m slow to write and I have no brain capacity to come up with ideas. That being said, if you would like to request something by all means, feel free to and I will get that out as soon as possible.

What I’m currently willing to write:

Formula 1

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Greta Van Fleet

Josh Kiszka

Jake Kiszka

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

I will almost always write a fem!reader because that’s what I’m used to and comfortable with. I’ve never written smut before but there’s always and first time for everything. I’m not opposed to poly relationships (in fiction) so I’m ok writing Landoscar, Charlos, Carlando, Lestappen, Versainz, etc.

I refuse to write social media style, mafia, toxic/abusive relationship (unless it’s a made up person serving as a plot point briefly), *illegal age gap, cheating, pregnancy (sorry, not my vibe), etc.

Bonus: If there is an individual not listed above that you would like me to write for, feel free to send in a request and I will CONSIDER writing it. I won’t guarantee that it will get written but I will try my hardest.

[puckstories]

Stuck With Me | Quinn Hughes

Pairing; Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Cursing, established relationship, kissing, idk what else. Only edited once.

Summary; Based on this request: "could you do a fic of reader feeling jealous and quinn being reassuring 💕tyy"

Word Count; 4.0k

Author’s note; This is not my best work at all, I'd probably rate it a 4/10 just because I didn't really flesh out the jealousy + the pacing is kind of rushed, but I'm tired of looking at it frankly. Possibly in the future I will go back and edit it and make it better. Thank you to the anon who requested this though, I hope you liked it at least a little bit. Also, it's not really mentioned, but Quinn is not drunk and is okay to drive home + Josh is Josh Norris, and Kaylee is just a character I made up, no one IRL. -Honey.

“You’re staring,” Josh comments, nonchalant as he leans closer to nudge your arm.

Startled, you tear your gaze away and take a long sip of your drink, using the glass as a shield. “I was not,” you mumble, trying to sound casual as you glance sideways at him.

Josh chuckles, the sound resonating just slightly over the music playing. “Sure,” he says, dragging out the word with a smirk that makes it clear he’s not buying your denial for a second.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you lean back against the cushioned booth. No matter how hard you try, your gaze betrays you, drifting back toward the pool table across the room. Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass as you watch Quinn and Kaylee, their heads tilted close as they laugh about something you can’t hear.

You met Kaylee earlier, when you and Quinn first arrived at the bar. She’d come over almost immediately, her tall frame poised with an effortless grace that made you feel small and slightly disheveled in comparison. She was gorgeous—model-gorgeous—with sleek, fiery red hair that fell perfectly over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting.

And Quinn had lit up when he saw her.

“She’s just an old friend,” he’d said casually, his hand brushing your lower back as he introduced you. They’d gone to college together, apparently, and while she’d been nothing but kind and polite to you, there was something about the way she made him laugh that stuck with you. It was freer, lighter somehow, as if she knew a version of him you didn’t.

She did, actually.

You knew it was irrational. You knew that Quinn loved you, that he hadn’t seen her in years and that they were just catching up. But the jealousy crept in anyway, an unwelcome guest settling in your chest. It festered beneath your skin, bubbling hotter and more insistent with every glance and every laugh they shared over the pool table.

“You’re doing it again,” Josh observes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Your head swivels back toward him, a guilty heat rushing to your face. “Doing what?” you ask defensively, though the slight waver in your voice betrays you.

Josh arches a brow, leaning back in his seat as he folds his arms. “Staring. Sulking. Probably plotting Kaylee’s downfall, if I had to guess.” His tone is teasing, and there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he studies you.

You groan, setting your empty glass down on the table with a soft thud. “I’m not sulking.”

“Uh-huh,” he replies, clearly unconvinced.

“And I'm not plotting anyone's downfall!” you insist, but your gaze betrays you once again, flicking back toward Quinn and Kaylee. She’s leaning over the pool table now, lining up a shot, and Quinn is watching her with an amused grin, his arms crossed as he leans casually against the edge.

Your chest tightens. You know it’s nothing. You know Quinn is yours, that he’s coming home with you tonight, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind refuses to let it go.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You don’t wait for Josh’s response, sliding out of the booth with your glass in hand. The hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter surround you as you weave through the crowded bar, bodies shifting just enough to let you pass. Your pulse feels louder in your ears than the bass thumping faintly from the overhead speakers.

When you reach the bar, you set your empty glass down with a quiet clink and take a seat on one of the worn barstools. The polished wood is sticky beneath your palms, and the faint scent of spilled beer and citrus lingers in the air.

You glance up, taking in the bartender, a guy with a mullet that somehow works on him, tattoos winding up his arms like intricate stories inked into his skin. He’s busy, sliding a tray of colorful cocktails across the counter to a group of friends celebrating a bachelorette party. You lean on the counter, your gaze drifting to the mirrored shelves behind him, rows of liquor bottles glinting in the dim light like a kaleidoscope of temptation.

After a minute or two, he finally makes his way over to you, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his waistband. “What can I get you?” he asks, his tone brisk but not unfriendly.

“I’ll just get a Jack and Coke, thanks,” you say, offering the bartender a polite smile. As he reaches for a glass, you lean slightly over the counter, your voice carrying just enough over the ambient noise of the bar. “And my boyfriend has a tab. Last name’s Hughes—put it on there, please.”

The bartender pauses for a moment, giving you a quick once-over before nodding. “Got it,” he says, turning toward the shelves with practiced ease.

You settle back onto the stool, your fingers tracing idle patterns on the sticky wood of the countertop as you glance around. Behind the bar, the bartender moves quickly, grabbing a tumbler and dropping in a few cubes of ice before reaching for the Jack Daniel’s. His movements are efficient, the kind that come from muscle memory, and within moments, the golden liquid pours into the glass, followed by a splash of Coke.

It’s a simple drink, nothing fancy or fussy, but that’s what you like about it—consistent, reliable, no surprises.

He sets the drink in front of you with a small napkin, the condensation already starting to bead on the sides of the glass. “There you go,” he says, glancing briefly in your direction before moving on to the next customer.

“Thanks,” you reply, wrapping your fingers around the cool glass.

Taking a sip, the familiar blend of sweet Coke and smoky whiskey slides down smoothly, the warmth spreading through your chest. It’s exactly what you need—not too strong, not too complicated. Just enough to ground you as you try to push away the nagging thoughts that have been buzzing at the back of your mind all evening.

Sliding off the barstool, you clutch your drink in one hand and begin making your way back to the booth you’d claimed earlier, until your body collides with something—someone—firm and unyielding. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you stumble back, your drink sloshing out of the glass and soaking into your white top. The cold liquid clings to your skin, staining the fabric a disgusting, murky brown.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy mutters immediately, his voice filled with genuine regret. He moves quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the bar behind you. “Here, let me—”

He leans forward, attempting to dab at your shirt with the wad of napkins. His well-meaning gesture only amplifies your frustration, the awkwardness of the situation making your cheeks flush. You set your now-empty glass on the nearest surface with a loud clink and grab the napkins from him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your voice clipped as you step back. “Thanks, I got it.”

You don’t wait for a response, brushing past him and heading toward the bathrooms. Your pulse pounds in your ears, a mix of embarrassment and irritation settling in your chest.

Pushing the door open, you’re relieved to find the women’s bathroom empty. The faint hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence as you approach the sink. With a deep sigh, you wet the bottom of your shirt under the cold stream of water, scrubbing at the stain with a dollop of foamy soap from the dispenser.

The dark blotch stubbornly clings to the fabric, refusing to disappear entirely. You scrub harder, the rough texture of the paper towels adding to your frustration. After a few minutes, the stain fades slightly, the color no longer as glaring as before.

You toss the soggy paper towels into the trash with a sigh of defeat, inspecting the faint brown shadow that still mars your top. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, resigning yourself to your less-than-pristine appearance. Moving to the hand dryer, you press the button and hold your shirt away from your body, letting the warm blast of air dry the damp fabric.

You let the hand dryer hum for another minute, the hot air doing its best to dry the wet fabric of your shirt. It’s still slightly damp when you decide to give up and leave the bathroom. The faint shadow of the stain remains, but you’ve done all you can. With a sigh, you smooth the fabric down and push the door open, exiting into the social minefield.

As you make your way back to the booth, the familiar knot of unease tightens in your stomach. It’s not just Josh at the booth anymore. The entire group is back now, including Quinn—and Kaylee, of course. They’re sitting next to each other, laughing softly at something, their heads tilted just close enough to make your chest tighten uncomfortably. Because of course they’re next to each other. Of course.

The frustration you’ve been trying to tamp down flares up again, prickling hot under your skin. You glance away, your eyes threatening to roll before you can stop them. But it’s as if Quinn has some sixth sense for your mood, because the second you look back, his gaze locks onto yours.

He smiles at first, the kind of warm, easy smile that usually makes your heart flutter. But then his eyes drop to your shirt, the faint stain still visible against the white fabric, and his expression shifts to one of confusion.

“What happened to your shirt?” he asks, his voice cutting through the chatter as he abandons his conversation. He slides a little further into the booth, making room for you to take your usual seat on the end.

You approach the table, sitting down a little harder than you intended. The irritation bubbling beneath the surface sharpens your tone, and when you finally respond, it comes out rougher than you’d meant. “What do you think happened?”

Quinn blinks, visibly taken aback by the edge in your voice. His eyebrows shoot up briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. The silence that follows feels heavy, the casual buzz of the bar suddenly too loud in contrast.

Quinn leans slightly closer, his voice softer now, careful, his breath hitting against your ear. "Are you okay?"

You exhale a long sigh, the weight of the evening pressing down on you as you lean into his side. The familiar warmth of his presence wraps around you, grounding you in a way that words can’t. “I’m fine,” you murmur softly. “Sorry for snapping at you.”

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, his arm slipping casually over your shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses a kiss against your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a brief moment.

“It’s okay,” he replies, his voice low, just for you to hear.

For the next little while, you sit in the booth, letting the conversation flow around you. Quinn dives back into catching up with his friends, his laughter easy and unguarded as he shares stories and memories you’re only half-listening to.

You chime in occasionally when someone calls your name, offering a small smile or a quick reply. But mostly, you let yourself fade into the background, content to simply exist beside Quinn. His arm remains draped over your shoulder, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your arm.

“…double date, right?”

You only catch the tail end of the sentence, your mind still drifting when you feel Quinn give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. The touch pulls you back to the moment, your eyes blinking as you try to focus.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, glancing around the table.

The group erupts into light laughter, the kind that feels good-natured rather than mocking. Quinn leans in slightly, his smile soft but amused as he repeats himself. “A double date. You’d be down for that, right?”

“Oh, uh… sure,” you reply, nodding quickly before the words have fully sunk in. Your gaze shifts between the faces at the table, suddenly feeling as though you’ve missed an important detail. “With who?”

Quinn’s smile widens, and there’s a playful gleam in his eyes. “Kaylee,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your mouth falls open slightly, caught completely off guard by the response. You blink, turning your attention to Kaylee, who’s sipping her drink with an easy grace. “You… have a boyfriend?” you manage to ask, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Kaylee lets out a light, melodic giggle, setting her glass down on the table. “Soon-to-be fiancé,” she corrects, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “At least, once he grows a pair and actually proposes.” She laughs again, shaking her head. “He’s working late tonight, so he couldn’t make it.”

Her words hit you like a freight train. Fiancé? Working late? You feel your stomach drop as the realization sinks in. All of your jealousy is baseless. Kaylee wasn’t flirting with Quinn; she wasn’t even remotely interested in him that way.

She had a boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé.

Heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks, the embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave. You manage a small smile, but inwardly, you’re cringing so hard you wish the ground would swallow you whole. "Yeah, that'd be fun, for sure."

The next couple of hours fly by in a blur, and before you know it, everyone is saying their goodbyes, exchanging hugs and promises to meet up again soon. The warm glow of the bar’s lights spills out onto the sidewalk as you and Quinn step outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

It’s dark now, and a light drizzle begins to fall, the raindrops cool and soft as they dot your clothes. You glance at each other and break into a jog toward the car. By the time you reach it, the rain has picked up, turning from a drizzle into a steady downpour. You barely make it inside before the skies seem to open up, the sound of rain pelting against the roof filling the silence as Quinn starts the engine.

“Well, that was close,” he mutters with a small laugh, brushing the dampness from his sleeves before backing out of the parking spot.

The car is warm, the faint scent of Quinn’s cologne lingering in the air as he drives through the quiet streets. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence, the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the windshield almost hypnotic.

Then, his voice cuts through the quiet. “What was up tonight? You were quieter than usual.”

The question catches you off guard, but you quickly shake your head, hoping to dismiss it. “Nothing,” you say.

Quinn glances at you briefly, his expression skeptical even as he keeps his focus on the road. “I know you,” he says evenly. “And I know it’s not nothing, so just tell me.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn to look out the window. The rain blurs the city lights into streaks of gold and white, a beautiful distraction from the conversation you’d rather not have. “Quinn, I’m serious. It’s nothing,” you insist, your voice firmer this time.

He presses his lips together, his jaw tightening slightly. “Was it something I did?” he asks after a moment, his voice softer now, tinged with concern.

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Then what is it?” he presses again, his tone patient but persistent.

Your chest tightens, the question hanging in the air between you. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him—it’s just that you don’t even know how to put your feelings into words. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the small spiral you’d gone through earlier tonight—it all feels so petty now, so insignificant in hindsight. And yet, the weight of it still lingers, sitting heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You sigh, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window. "Just drop it."

At your words, Quinn pulls the car onto a quiet side street, the tires crunching over loose gravel before coming to a halt. He shifts the gear into park with a resolute click, his jaw tightening.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?” you demand, your voice edged with confusion.

He leans back in his seat, shrugging nonchalantly, though his eyes betray his concern. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Quinn, I told you—it’s nothing,” you snap, the irritation bubbling to the surface. Your arms cross tightly over your chest, a defensive shield against his relentless prodding.

He shakes his head, undeterred. “And I know you’re lying.”

A frustrated sigh escapes you, sharp and heavy. “You know what? Fine.” You unbuckle your seatbelt with a jerky motion, the click echoing in the small space. “I’ll walk home.”

Before Quinn can respond, you fling the door open and step into the storm. The frigid rain pelts down, soaking through your clothes almost instantly. The dirt road beneath your feet churns into sticky mud, clinging to your shoes as you march away, your defiance burning hotter than the cold seeping into your skin.

“Y/N!” Quinn shouts from the car, his voice cutting through the rain like a lifeline you refuse to grab. When you don’t stop, he curses under his breath. You hear the unmistakable sound of his seatbelt unclicking and the slam of his door.

The rain muffles his footsteps, but you know he’s chasing after you. “Y/N, wait!” he calls, urgency threading through his voice. You don’t slow, your pace quickening despite the mud threatening to pull you down.

“Y/N!” Quinn’s voice grows closer, and you finally halt, spinning around with enough force to startle him. He skids to a stop, but momentum carries him forward, and he stumbles into you. His hands instinctively reach out, gripping your arms to steady you both.

“You want to know what’s wrong, Quinn?” you snap, your voice trembling with more than just the chill. Rain streaks down your face, mingling with the tears you can no longer hide. “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

His hands drop, and for a moment, he just looks at you, water dripping from his lashes and the ends of his messy hair. “Embarrassed?” he repeats, his voice soft, almost incredulous.

You wipe at your eyes with a trembling hand, though the rain makes the gesture futile. “Yeah, embarrassed,” you admit, your voice barely audible over the steady drumming of rain. You look down, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought Kaylee had a thing for you.”

Quinn blinks, clearly taken aback. “I—you what?” he stammers, his brows knitting together in confusion.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself against the cold rain. “I thought she liked you,” you repeat, more firmly this time, though the words still sting as they leave your mouth. “But she has a boyfriend, so obviously she doesn’t.”

“She’s just a friend from college,” Quinn says, his voice steady, as if the explanation should settle everything.

You nod, but it feels hollow. “I know.”

“And even if she was single,” he continues, stepping closer, “I’m not.”

His words make you glance up despite yourself. The weight in his gaze pins you in place, your breath catching in your throat.

“I have a girlfriend,” he says, his tone softening but no less resolute. “A girlfriend who makes me chase after her in a rainstorm in the middle of the night.”

The corners of his lips tug upward into a faint smile, though there’s no mistaking the seriousness in his eyes. Your heart twists at the realization—you’d been so caught up in your own doubts that you hadn’t stopped to consider how much he’d already chosen you.

The rain pours around you, but the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. For a moment, neither of you speaks. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning.

“Quinn—” Your voice falters. You search for the right thing to say, something that can express the tangle of emotions inside you. Embarrassment. Relief. Gratitude. "I usually never get jealous like this. I'm sorry."

Quinn’s expression softens as he reaches up, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The rain pelts in a steady, rhythmic drizzle around you, the droplets catching the light from the streetlamp above, creating a soft halo that bathes you both in a muted glow. He smiles, not in the least bit fazed, his eyes warm and reassuring.

"It's okay," he says simply, as if it's no big deal, his tone so calm, so easy, that it almost makes you feel like your jealousy was nothing at all.

"Quinn, I'm serious," you say, your brows knitting together as you try to convey just how sorry you truly were.

"Baby, it’s okay," he repeats, his voice low and full of understanding. "We all get jealous sometimes," he continues, his fingers now gently brushing your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin as if he’s trying to soothe away the tension. "I just ask that next time, you talk to me about it, okay? I want to know how you're feeling."

His words are earnest, leaving no room for doubt. He’s not upset, just asking for honesty—asking for you to trust him with those feelings. And that, more than anything, makes your heart soften.

You nod, the weight of your earlier emotions starting to ease. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn’s smile deepens, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He reaches out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your damp cheeks, wiping away the raindrops that have begun to cling to your skin. Then, without another word, he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

The world around you seems to fade as his mouth moves against yours, slow and passionate, his lips warm and soft despite the chill of the rain. The kiss is intense, full of emotion, as if he’s pouring everything he feels into it—the reassurance, the love, the unspoken promise that he’s here for you, and only you. Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer, and in that moment, the jealousy, the embarrassment—it all melts away, washed clean by the feeling of his lips on yours.

The rain continues to fall, droplets dancing off the pavement, but all you can feel is him—the solid warmth of his body against yours, the softness of his hands cradling your face. The streetlight above flickers softly, casting the two of you in a golden glow, making the moment feel like something out of a dream, something ethereal and untouchable.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, and for a moment, you just stand there, catching your breath, your hearts beating in sync.

Quinn looks into your eyes, his gaze steady and full of love. "And for the record," he says, his voice low and serious but with a teasing lilt at the end, "I don’t want anyone else. You’re stuck with me, okay? Deal with it."

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips, the tension fully gone now, replaced by warmth and affection. The way he says it—so matter-of-fact, so confident—makes your heart swell. You shake your head, smiling as you look up at him, the rain continuing to fall around you both, but in this moment, you’re completely lost in each other.

"I love you," you whisper, your fingers threading through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, this one softer but just as full of meaning.

[angelluv16]

Lose something good, Win something Great

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✩ : You broke things off with your long-term Boyfriend due to Emotional and verbal abuse. You did what any Singer-songwriter would do, write a song. Thanks to that one song You met the one and only Lando Norris

faceclaim: Maddison beer

pairing:lando norris x singer!reader

requested: Yes/No

warnings: none If their is let me know

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TMZ: ynuser and joshrichards were seen having a heated argument outside of a restaurant? y/n was seen in tears as Josh Left. Is there trouble in paradise?

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username43: I will beat his ass for hurting my girl

username44: I'm with you

username45: Count me in too

username46: I bet she cheated

username47: go eat rocks No one asked for your unwanted Opinion

username48: Okay But Like Where tf is their Privacy like I know if I were them I wouldn't want to see this the next morning like wtf

username49: rightt ugh poor girl

username50: And what about josh she probably caused this.

username51: I don't give two shits about him he caused my girl to cry he can eat shit

username52: Who is she???

username53: only one of the greatest singers rn and one of the most underrated singer ever

username54: I know I shouldn't but NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

username55: Bad timing but I agree

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ynuser hasn't posted in 5 months

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ynuser has added to their story

[caption 1: In the Studio!!] [caption 2:🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 ]

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ynuser

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ynuser: My New Song "Good In goodbye" Is Out on all platforms

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username56: Girl wtf no warning no nothing?!?!?!

username57: We should know by now she did that with her last album

username58: this song omfg.

username59: lando??? What are you doing here

lando: The same as you 😁

lando: such a banger

username60: hahah Not lando shooting his shot

username61: Okay but they would make such a cute couple like

username62: "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love Only to find out you are the one holding the gun" Has me sobbing my girl was in love

username63: "I'm just tryna get focus Take some time for me People started to notice all the shit you couldn't see" Like?????? Girl we've been noticing.

username64: This song is going to be her Expresso I just know it

username65: Me and my delulu are agreeing with you

username66: Same this world doesn't know what good music is anymore 😪

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lando has added to their story

(let's pretend it doesn't say madison beer)

[caption 1: On repeat ! @ ynuser]

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ynuser: Awww thank you. Glad you liked it 🥰

lando: wow okay u replied. I don't like it I love it. You did amazing as always

carlossainz55: Mate pls she's not going to notice you

lando well well well

oscarpiastri: Damn it are we going to have to listen to this every day in the garage now?

lando: You know it mate

username67: wait this is so cute he's supporting

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lando

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lando: Only playing ynuser

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ynuser: Thank you for the free promo

lando: I'll give you all the free promo you want

username68: okayyy shotting his shot

username69: are they.... are they flirting ?????

carlossainz55: You finally got her to notice you 🥳🥳

lando: shut up

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ynuser

{caption 1: the view!} {caption 2: The fit is fitting}

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username70: Wait what?

username71: were are you going??

username72: Pls pls pls be a grand prix

mclaren: See you soon !!

ynuser: Can't wait !!

username73: Gorgeous

username74: I want this fit

username75: Were are you tf???

username76: You look so cutee!!

lando: Looking beautiful 💕

ynuser:💕💕 Thank you lan

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f1: Just arrived: The Great ynuser Just arrived to the Miami Grand prix.

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username77: She looks so good

username78: ew what is she doing there

username79: right can we actually give the chance to a real f1 fan to attend not these influencers who pretend to like it

username80: hate to break your little bubble of hatred but yn has been an f1 fan since a kid her dad was a huge fan and even took her to races when she was a kid but she stopped going when her dad sadly passed. I'm glad she's attending she hasn't been to one since 2018.

ynuser: Mom I made it! And dad He's proud of me for making the f1 page

username81: Oh girl he's the proudest

username82: girlll

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ynuser: P1 BABY!!! So proud. So Happy I could be there to see you win your first grand prix this year.

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lando: I won because my lucky charm was with me (you)

ynuser: No, You won because you are the best

username83: This is so cute

username84: THEY MET I REPEAT THEY MET

username85: I KNOW LIKE HOW CUTE IS THAT PHOTO HE'S ALL SMILEY!!!!

username85: The photo?? y/n you should be a Photoghrapher

ynuser: hehe I wish. I did do it when I was a kid from middle school to high school (while I was doing singing) so that's why I'm so good.

username86: I love how this post is only Lando.

username87: So Now you've met now date 😁

username88: ugh she better get away from lando he's too good for her

username89: Lando make her drop an album pls.

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ynuser: Life Support is out now !! This album helped me say the feelings I couldn't say out loud. And Because you guys loved Good In goodbye so much... The music video is out now !! Thank you so mich for all the love this past year.

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lando: 🧡🧡🧡

ynuser: 🖤🖤🖤

username90: the hearts what???

username91: Ahhh It's happening stay calm

username92: Holy shit !!! A whole ass Album

username93: Okay But can we just talk about the Good in Goodbye music video what the actual fuck

username94: Right, My girl can sing, Do Photography, and now Act ugh to be her

username95: The album is sooo good like Selfish omg I want lando to run over J*sh with his car

♥︎ by lando

username96: hahah Lando We see you

username97: he's not even trying to hide his hatred for J*sh

username98: We love ourselves a man who supports their gf or crush whichever is fine.

♥︎ by lando, ynuser

username99: Ugh This album is and forever will be on repeat

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ynuser

{caption 1: were matching}

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lando: Ohh Are we soft launching now?

ynuser: yesss

username100: Who is this???

username101: Girllll this better be lando or I'm going to ur house and taking his ass out. All love

username102: pls be lando

alexandrasaintmleux: This is so cute

ynuser: he didn't want to match with me at first

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lando

{caption 1: she thinks she's a better driver🙄}

repiles:

ynuser: Okay in my defense You looked hot so I got distracted

lando: whatever you say baby

username104: Yup that my girl I know

username105: Yall couldn't make it more obvious

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lando,ynuser : You lose something "good", You win something greater 🧡🧡

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ynuser: I love you so much🥺🖤🖤

♥︎ by lando

username109: That's soo cute

username110: LANDO WTF HARD LAUNCH

username111: I'm going to act surprised

username112: Now we need A love album or song

ynuser: 🤭🤭

username113: OH SHE'S WRITING A LOVE SONG

username114: Stopppp This is so cute. The pictures, the caption my dude's in love love

♥︎ by lando, ynuser

username115: I want someone like lando.

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a/n: So I might have to do a part two since it doesn't let me post more photos. Let me know what you guys think in the comments. Love you guys.

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©angelluv16// do not copy, rewrite, or translate any of my work on any platforms

[willowsnook]

CLOSED Bar Menu requests

please spark my creativity lol. also there are two random people on there and that’s bc i remain loyal to them 🫡

Bar Menu

Liquor (prompt)

vodka: “it’s always been you”

Gin: “watch your fucking mouth”

Whiskey: “you’re mine, end of discussion”

Tequila: “let me take care of you”

Rum: “me and him? That’s funny”

Scotch: “just shut up and come here”

Brandy: “do you enjoy pissing me off?”

Mixer

Lime: Lando Norris

Lemonade: Carlos Sainz

Red Bull: Max Verstappen

Water: Lewis Hamilton

Coke: Oscar Piastri

Italian soda: Charles Leclerc

Orange Gatorade: Joe burrow

Hawaiian Punch: Andre (yoshi)

Sprite: Josh allen

Ginger beer: Bucky Barnes

Cranberry juice: Derek hale

Glass (relationship)

Martini glass: Strangers

Tall: Best friends

Short: Coworkers

Copper mug: Enemies

Wine glass: Friends sister

Flute: dating