#lando would do it incessantly

[tinseltownie]

need Lando to boop Oscar

[thef1diary]

congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

for the song request 🎧 could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3

Be My Baby | L. Norris

Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that you’re falling in love with each other.

Warnings: none just fluff

pairing: lando x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly don’t know if it relates to the song at all but I’m satisfied with the plot.

Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wanted—no, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.

Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Lando’s hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.

If I don't say this now, I will surely break

Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.

You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.

As I'm leaving the one I want to take

You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, “oh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?”

You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, “no, I’m good. Also, don’t get that dress.” He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.

“No? It wouldn’t look good on me?” You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. “You would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.”

Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait

You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.

Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it would’ve been a little more than what is considered friendly.

My heart has started to separate

During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didn’t mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, “I think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you don’t come and help me.”

You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, “why would you burn your house this early? Can’t it wait?”

I'll look after you

“Are you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?” Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.

You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasn’t unusual for him to do so.

As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damage—or well the lack of—you turned around to greet him, “what did you do?”

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

“Good morning to you too,” he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. “Lando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.”

“I do have a reason, but don’t act like you wouldn’t come over for no reason either.” He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, “fair, I would.”

Will you won't you, be the one I always know?

“Come with me,” he stated, walking towards the kitchen and that’s where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.

You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. “Don’t laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I don’t think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.”

You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, “why do you want to fry spring rolls this early?”

He shrugged, “I’m hungry,”

Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.

You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

“The things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?” He hummed, “what makes you think I want anyone else but you?”

He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.

On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldn’t look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.

Although it wasn’t a date, it didn’t feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasn’t openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.

And I'll look after you

Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.

His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didn’t want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.

“What are you thinking about?” Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. “The wine,” you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.

If ever there was a doubt

“That good?” He followed up, making you nod, “could compete with Daniel’s,” you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.

“Don’t tell him that, he’s already got too big of a head.” Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didn’t want to let go of his arm. “And what about you Mr. Norris, wouldn’t you say you’ve got a big ego as well?”

My love she leans into me

“The only reason I’ve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.” Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldn’t help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasn’t the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.

“Then my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,” you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.

“And everything I said is true,” He remarked, and only because you didn’t want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didn’t want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.

This most assuredly counts

Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Lando’s hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.

“I guess the night ends here,” Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, “it doesn’t have to, you can come in.”

Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t think I should.”

She says most assuredly

Even though you weren’t holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didn’t. “Why not?” You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.

“I don’t think I would be able to leave.” He looked at you with such intensity that if you weren’t slowly becoming accustomed to it, you would’ve melted into a puddle.

“Lando,” you whispered as there wasn’t a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

“This could change everything,” he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. “I know,” you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.

“Kiss me,” you spoke against his lips and he didn’t waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.

I'll look after you

[planete777]

ONE TOO MANY・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. when one more orgasm is one too many (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, p in v sex, high hotness (although not as pertinent, could really be read as sober sex tbh), unintentional overstimulation, a bit of crying, lando is a sweetheart

NOTE. pretty short, would probably be more of a drabble. nothing much to say other than this is not my best work but enjoy! credits to @benkeibear for the dividers.

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc for lando 🤍

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y/n feels lando everywhere, in places where she cannot ever fathom the tingles of pleasure reaching, and it succumbs her mind to a state of tattered mesh. the margin between euphoria and pain chips away in grand chunks, red swiftly dissolving in green and all ability to think dwindles.

usually, she's one to favour a bit of overstimulation, hence why lando currently slams his hips into hers, cock jabbing her cervix incessantly just succeeding 2 consecutive orgasms. yet, partnered with the fact that she's high out of her mind (leading to heavily amplified sensations) and how she already had her own fun before lando came home (and, by proxy, got high and excessively horny) meant that her body was on the verge of crying out in it all just exceeding the usual threshold.

she can feel her body shaking, head nudging the headboard with every thrust lando bestows, and it's like she's bouncing on hot lava: seconds of pure relief, startled by white heat.

there's barely any transition between the build up and her orgasm, the wave of aching pleasure crashing upon her in the blink of an eye, and her back arches completely off the bed.

"fuck fuck fuckkk-"

"yeah, that's it, baby," lando groans as he continues to snap his hips into her ass, "you're doing so well for me."

he's not stopping, and y/n can't blame him because it's quintessential that they go for longer. then lando's pace quickens and his dick seems to fly in and out of her that she can't answer what he asks.

"you can give me another, can't you?"

she wants to shake her head, but she's completely unmoving. her moans turn into silent, drunken puffs, eyes fused tightly shut as she digs her nails into the flesh of lando's muscular back. paradoxically, everything feels like nothing at all, and simultaneously, too much and her mouth flies open desperately in sobs and words as hands push into lando's sides to get him off.

"red! fuck— red, lando!"

it's with neck snapping velocity that he sheaths out of her, broken out of his high daze so rapidly that he feels disoriented. their safeword has never been used before, and now that it has, he feels like crying.

"shit, baby, i'm sorry," he presses kisses into her chest and face, concern multiplying when her sobs don't stop, "are you okay? what's wrong?"

"just too much today, sorry," she shifts to straighten out her leg but it jostles her throbbing cunt, making her wince. lando's frown deepens; it's not usually this painful for her.

"nothing to be sorry for, love," another peck is stuck on her lips, "let me get you a towel."

her throat clogs up, too enervated and satiated to reply, so she hums affirmatively instead. the bed dips and, with hooded eyes, she watches as he makes his way to the en suite, hears a few seconds of shuffling before the creak of tap and gushing water.

lando resurfaces seconds later, gently opening her legs before wiping her down. every touch heightens tenfold, and she pushes his hands away after a couple of swatches.

lando's eyebrows stay furrowed, "y/n, you should've stopped me earlier-"

"it's fine, lan'," she stretches an arm to pull him in, "just wanna cuddle now."

he follows, tucking her body into his front as he kissed the side of her neck.

"i'll run you a bath after," lando weaves his fingers through hers, "sound good?"

finally, in a state of bliss, y/n softly smiles, pulling their braided hands up to land a peck onto lando's skin.

"yeah, love, sounds perfect."

[theemporium]

[2.4k] when pictures from a past relationship come to light, the whole world decide to weigh in what they think. but it's your boyfriend who is right by your side, knowing who you are and who he loves. it's you and him against a world of scrutiny, hate and jealousy.

based of this request!

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You were honestly surprised you hadn’t chucked up the contents of your stomach in the toilet yet, though you suspected you were close to doing so soon. 

It was meant to be a normal day. It had started off as a normal day. By some grace of a superior being above, you had the Monday off and you had spent most of the morning just lazing around the flat. You tidied, you sorted out a food shop, you did the laundry you had been holding off on for the weekend. You sorted the place out a little in preparation for Lando coming home. 

You hadn’t been able to fly out and join him due to some projects you were working on for university. You decided it would be easier to stay home to finish them off, and Lando respected it even if he pouted incessantly before he left in hopes you would change your mind. 

He had messaged you that his flight would be landing later that afternoon, so when lunchtime came and you were fighting back a yawn, you saw no harm in a nap. You had been curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies and a thick blanket over your body, slowly blinking as you tried to focus on the documentary playing on the tv but it was a losing battle.

You didn’t even know what time it was when you woke up. All you knew was that you could hear your phone buzzing and pinging and it was hard to enjoy the warm comfort of sleep when you could have sworn the whole building could hear your phone. You blindly reached for it, your vision still bleary when you peaked them open and saw more notifications than you ever had in your life. 

Your heart stopped when you saw the notifications spread across all your social media platforms. 

But it dropped to your stomach when you saw the reason behind your trending name. 

It was a series of misconceptions, twisted lies and bitter words that were overwhelming your phone screen. Every tweet was worse than the last, every insult stung a little more, every stranger thinking they had a place to say or assume anything about you absolutely fucking sucked. 

And you get it. You were dating someone in the spotlight, it was stupid to assume you could stay in the shadows. You could handle being photographed in the paddock. You could handle fans wanting to follow you on social media. You could handle people tagging you in cute edits and wholesome posts. You could even handle the offhand hate you knew most people only posted due to jealousy. 

But this? This was something else. 

SLUT. WHORE. CHEATER. CLOUT CHASER. DISGUSTING.

The words were blurred and intertwined between photos that you recognised, photos that were indeed yours. They were photos from mere months before you met Lando, making them recent in the eyes of the public. They were photos that shouldn’t be posted for someone who’s happily in a relationship. 

Your vision welled with tears, your breathing became erratic and every part of you knew you should’ve just thrown your phone across the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop reading all the comments. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop putting yourself through that pain. 

You felt like your whole life was being thrown in your face.

Suddenly, all your female friendships and interactions were being analysed and scrutinised. They were pulling up pictures with friends from over the years, pointing out the ‘obvious’ signs that they should have noticed before. They were pulling up comments you had left on friends’ posts, claiming that you were blindly unfaithful to Lando for everyone to see.

Suddenly, your integrity to your relationship with Lando was being questioned. They didn’t see you as a fit match for the Brit. You didn’t fit the mould of a perfect WAG. You were an anomaly, you couldn’t be trusted, you weren’t good enough for him. 

Suddenly, every piece of your life was being torn up, criticised under a microscope and judged for the whole world to voice their opinions on.

Suddenly, you weren’t a human anymore. You were just an object for them to throw their insults, judgements and abuse at. They didn’t care for an explanation or a response or a story, they had made their minds and they seemed inclined to push that narrative to anybody who would listen. And that narrative only seemed to be solidified by the fact you had missed the most recent race weekend.

Everything blurred into a mess. 

You didn’t know at what point you slid off the couch and curled up on the floor, or when the sun started to set outside. You didn’t know when your thumb started to cramp from scrolling, or when the strain behind your eyes started to become more stabbing and irritating. You didn’t know what time it was, or even acknowledge the sound of the door lock turning.

“Babe?”

It was like a distant sound, like your head was underwater.

“Baby?”

And a part of you wanted to say something, to open your mouth but you couldn’t even bring yourself to utter a word.

“Hello?!” 

And then, like the fogginess had been lifted away, he was kneeling in front of you. He was in front of you, his expression hinting confusion and his brows furrowing in concern and his touch was so soft and gentle as he reached out towards you.

“I–” A choked noise left your lips, like the words got stuck in your throat and muddled together. But it was enough for Lando to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. And as much as your mind reeled at the idea, your body sunk into his embrace.

“Hey, hey, shhhh,” he cooed in a gentle voice as his arms tightened around her even more. “It’s okay. Take your time. There’s no rush.”

And it felt twisted, in a weird sick way. Here he was, comforting you and holding you and reassuring you. Here he was doing to you what you should be doing to him as you reassure him everything wasn’t what it seemed, that they don’t have the facts—that nobody believed the truth, that you would never cheat on him in a million years.

“It—” You took in a gasping breath, your lungs burning for some fresh air. “It—It’s not….it’s not true. I-I promise. Lando—”

He pulled back, the crease between his brows deepening slightly as he looked even more discombobulated than he did moments ago. “What? Baby, what are you on about?”

You froze, your body tensed in his arms as a wave of discomfort washed over you when you realised he had no idea. He hadn’t seen the pictures. He hadn’t seen the comments. He had no idea, and somehow, that made it even worse.

Scenes flashed before your eyes of him looking through them, of him seeing them for the first time. An image played in your head of his gentle comfort quickly turning into bitter anger. You imagined him pulling away, scoffing, tearing up. You imagined him believing them instead of hearing you out.

You imagined him saying the same bullshit the rest of the world was saying.

And deep down, you knew he never would. That’s not who he was, that’s not your Lando. But for a split second where fear clouded your judgement and your stomach twisted in discomfort, you imagined that maybe your boy was capable of the same hatred that tainted the world. 

“Baby?” You heard his voice gently calling out, dragging you back into the moment as coldness seeped into your body. The concern was back again, overwhelming and engulfing and something quite like guilt bubbled inside you about the whole thing for reasons you were unsure of. 

“I was in a relationship before I met you!”

The words were blurted out, a few beats of silence passing between you before Lando even seemed to react to the outburst. He nodded, his hands still holding onto you like he was keeping you together.

“Yeah,” he murmured, nodding his head. “I know, babe. I was in a relationship before I met you too.”

“No, I—” You shook your head, letting out a shaky breath. “A few months before we met, I…was seeing someone.” 

“Okay…baby, I’m not gonna lie to you, I don’t know where this is going or what this has to do with why you’re upset,” Lando admitted, something in his chest aching at the sight of your puffy, red eyes.

“Because,” you took a moment to pause, to bask in the few moments before you felt like your life was truly about to hit the fan. “Because she was a girl. I…I was with a girl before I met you. Well, she isn’t the only one I have dated, but she was the most recent one and some pictures got leaked and the world seems to think I just used you and—”

“Deep breaths, babe, deep breaths,” he said in a soft but commanding voice, watching the way your chest heaved with the staggered breaths. “Just like that f’me.”

“Lando,” you whispered, your whole body practically shaking from the overwhelming emotions inside you whilst he remained completely calm. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and this time it was your turn to be confused. 

“What?” You blinked a few times. “Why are you apologising?”

“Because being with me puts you in a spotlight you didn’t ask for. It makes people think they have some right to snoop around in your life and voice their opinions on it,” he confessed as his hands stroked down your arms before taking both your hands in his. “I’m sorry I have put you in that position. And I’m sorry they don’t value your privacy, I can understand how upsetting that is when you never asked for this kind of attention.” 

“I—” 

Yet, you cut yourself off for a short moment. His words weren’t completely false. It was a big change in your life from going as a nobody to a somebody for such a large group of people. It was weird having aspects of your life picked apart. It was weird that people felt they were so entitled to parts of your life. But out of everything you said, the fact he was holding onto that alone made you almost feel like you were going insane.

“And you’re…I just…” You shook your head, looking down at your joined hands where Lando’s thumbs were tracing random circles on your palms. “And me being with a woman is okay?”

Lando frowned a little. “Why wouldn’t it be?” 

And it was such a simple question. 

Because he was right. Why should it be such a problem? Why shouldn’t it be okay? Why should you having previously been with a woman be such a scandal or detail to latch onto?

And maybe it was the years of feeling like you needed to hide who you truly were. Or maybe it was the shifts in behaviour whenever you did open up about your sexuality to someone. Or maybe it was all the times it was held over your head that made you feel like you had to keep it a secret, that you had to hide the truth, that you had to make sure the least amount of people in the world knew that you were attracted to men and women because of the countless people who made you feel utterly shit in every being secure in that fact alone. 

Maybe it was the realisation that there were people out there—people like your Lando—who would accept you without any questions asked because whilst your sexuality is a part of you, it’s not your whole identity.

“I don’t know,” you breathed out, a shake in your voice as the overwhelming urge to cry once again washed over you. “People just said—”

In seconds, Lando pulled his hands away from your grip and raised them to hold your face, the touch gentle but comforting as his thumb swiped away the few stray tears that ran down your cheeks. He gave you a soft smile, and something about it seemed to ease some of the tightness in your chest. 

“People are gonna say a lot of things, that is an unfortunate reality I have come to learn over the years. But, the only people’s opinions who should matter to you are those of the people you love and the ones who know you,” he spoke, everything about his presence so soothing in contrast to how you were before he arrived. “I know you, baby. And I know what kind of person you are and how amazing you are. And I know that people can say what they fucking want about you, but I know the truth.”

You let out a small, breathless laugh.

“I’m sorry they made you feel like something was wrong with you,” he continued, a small frown on his face as he uttered the words. “Baby, it’s a part of who you are. And I love every part of you. And if you like men and women, then so be it. I am just grateful that I am one of the people you have decided to love,” he confessed to you, something like a cheesy grin on his face when he said it. “I am one of the luckiest fucking guys about because of it.”

“I love you,” you murmured, your eyes falling shut as he rested his forehead against yours, 

“I love you too, baby,” he murmured back, his nose brushing against your affectionately until he saw your lips twitch upwards. And just when the silence had passed for a few moments, he spoke up again. “Plus, I haven’t seen the photos but I am pretty confident in saying that I am probably way hotter than your ex—”

You snorted, the noise loud and unbashful but it made your boyfriend grin at you as you tried to stop yourself from grinning.

“You’re impossible,” you grumbled, laughing as you shook your head.

“Yeah, but I’m right,” he replied with a cheeky smile, so boyish and so Lando.

“You’re much hotter,” you reassured him, even if you rolled your eyes a bit.

“Knew it,” Lando grinned as he leaned down to kiss you, finally happy to give in to the one thing he had been craving to do since he left over a week ago, with social media and the world a distant thought in both of your heads for the time being. 

Lando knew you and loved you, and that was all that mattered.

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[mclacedes]

The Idea of You (LN4)

2. The Idea of Worthiness

summary: in which lando decides to make it up for ghostin you

previous ••• next

WARNINGS: it's pretty much all angst. in-depth described anxiety attack, anxious behaviour/mannerisms, description of depression and suicidal ideation, loneliness

wc: 3k

“but what if i can't do it?”

A/N: before anything else, i want to make it clear that my intention is NOT to trigger any kind of trauma in anyone with this. the reader has been warned of potential triggers. if you are going through some kind of psychological hardship, know that there are people who care and who worry <3 you are never 100% alone!

january 1st, 2024 — 3:30pm

you came home with a knot in your chest that seemed to tighten with every breath. the morning had been a blur, an awkward dance around lando’s mother as you searched for a polite excuse to leave.

of course you'd chosen the most simple and non-negotiable of lies: i need to spend some time with my relatives.

despite it being faintly true, you knew you'd spend the whole day with lando's family if the circumstances were different.

the night's words lingered in your mind as you walked out, wishing it could cover the truth: you couldn’t bear the thought of facing lando after what had happened—or rather, after what didn’t happen.

now, the silence in your own home was suffocating. you slumped onto the couch, your mind replaying the scene on a loop: lando's words, lando's reassurance, the way his lips had bruised yours, the heat of his breath so close, his hands on you, his hands in you, his fingers’ magic, and then... you wake up alone.

now, you knew lando felt the same, you knew that things could work out, you knew just the intensity of your feelings for him. but you also knew he hadn't texted you back all day and, seemingly, nobody knew where he was.

as his closest friend, you knew that he'd only have left that way if something really bad had happened.

what you didn't know though, was how bad it felt for him.

it had been a long time since lando had received the diagnosis. after years of wondering what was wrong with him and why he felt such a void within himself, he'd been told he had depression.

what they say is that treatment is easier when you have the right diagnosis, but that doesn't erase the fact that some days were infinitely more difficult than others—harder to get out of bed, harder to leave the house, to work, and singularly hard to live, specially because the latter is the last thing you want during a depressive episode.

he started going to therapy regularly when he was a minor, forced by his parents, but when he became an adult he left—said that talking about how horrible he felt wouldn't help, it would only make him feel worse.

and then the episodes gradually became worse as his life improve. for example, before arriving in F1, he oftentimes found himself fighting against the urge to simply end it all: the pain, the suffering, the disruption, the constant failed attempt at a better day, his very life.

even though he never attempted it, lando was caught contemplating the possibility of the end; he used to wonder how people would react when they heard "lando norris died, suicide", what it would be like if he wasn't here anymore.

“such a kind soul”

“such a beautiful boy”

“smart, funny”

“talented guy”

that's what people would say, in the best of cases.

in the worse of cases people wouldn't even notice he was gone.

well, following next to depression was anxiety.

lando’s anxiety was a constant undercurrent to his depression, feeding off it, amplifying it, tangling him further in a web of self-doubt. it was always there, an invisible weight pressing down, but some days it grew loud enough to silence every other part of him, like a swarm of thoughts buzzing incessantly, trapping him in a looping worry about everything and nothing all at once.

it started with racing—the very thing he loved was also the source of his most unrelenting fears. despite his undeniable talent and the acclaim he’d earned, the worry always crept in: what if i mess up? what if i’m not good enough? what if it’s all just a fluke, and one day everyone realizes i’m a fraud?

he dreaded that moment when the lights turned green, not because of the physical danger but because of the psychological toll—that split-second when any mistake, any misstep, could spiral out into a visible, unforgivable failure.

even beyond racing, the anxiety spilled into every facet of his life. he overthought every message he sent, every interaction, analyzing them for any hint of rejection, any confirmation of his worst fears. if he didn’t receive a response right away, his mind spun stories, convincing him he’d somehow upset the person or made a fool of himself.

and now, with you, it was worse. his feelings were tangled with worry and doubt; he feared you’d eventually see through his flaws, his bad days, his cracks, and walk away. the closeness you’d shared the night before terrified him. he wanted you desperately, yet that desire to let you in also exposed him to his greatest fear: that he would scare you away merely by the fact that he existed.

this anxiety could sometimes send him into a state of paralysis, leaving him unable to reach out, unable to bridge the gap even when he wanted nothing more than to feel your presence, to hear your voice. today was one of those days—the aftermath of a moment so perfect, so vulnerable, that his mind filled with a thousand worries. he couldn’t bring himself to message you, to even show you the rawness of his internal struggle. instead, he withdrew, waiting for the fog to clear enough for him to reach for you again.

but you had tried.

you: lando hey

you: i'm worried abt u

you: text me whenever u get the chance pls

you: i'm right here if you wanna talk”

there were another 20 texts of kindred nature from you in his phone—you spent the afternoon rewinding what had happened, wondering if there were any signs that he would do something to himself or… the devil god knows what.

you had barely moved or done anything at all since you had gotten home because lando still hadn’t texted back, and the worry in your chest was growing impossible to ignore.

you’d known him for years—long enough to see the shadows he kept hidden behind his easy smile. he had always brushed off the subject, deflecting it with humor or quick changes in conversation. but today, his silence was colder, sharper, more unsettling than usual.

hours had passed since you last saw him, and finally, you gave in and sent him a message, trying not to let the desperation seep through.

you: lando, i hope you’re alright. let me know when you’re home safe, ok?

the message delivered, but no ‘read’ receipt appeared. your heart sank, and as you stared at the screen, scenarios spun wildly in your mind.

lando was good at hiding. he knew how to pour himself into everything and everyone else, keeping busy, laughing, entertaining—until he couldn’t. when the episodes came, he retreated so far into himself that it was like trying to find someone in a pitch-black room.

you tried calling him. the line rang and rang, finally going to voicemail. your voice was barely a whisper as you left a message.

“lando… if you see this, please just… come home. or let me know you’re okay. i’m here, alright? no matter what, i’m here.”

when the call ended, the silence in your apartment felt just as cold as his void.

—

unbeknownst to you, he was okay.

at least that's what he said to max when he called saying cisca was worried about him. and thats what he said when he called his mom.

“i’m okay.”

but he knew there was nothing okay with him right now.

far away, in his silent retreat, a wave of coldness washed over him, and his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. that feeling in his chest was known: he was panicking.

it felt like the walls were closing in, a vice squeezing his chest tighter with every passing second. his hands trembled, fingers twitching as if searching for something to anchor him, to ground him in reality. he fought to keep his breathing steady, but the more he tried, the more elusive calm became. memories of your kiss haunted him—both a balm and a wound. how could something so beautiful leave him feeling so lost?

what if i’m not enough for her? he thought

a tight knot of fear formed in his stomach, mingling with the ache of longing. was he really ready for this? for you? for love? the questions spiraled, colliding with the weight of his own expectations and the pressure of his career. he couldn’t shake the sense that he was on the brink of something monumental, yet all he felt was the crushing weight of uncertainty.

the doubt crept in, fueled by echoes of his past, whispers of inadequacy that had followed him through the years. he recalled the stinging memories of being told he wasn’t good enough, of moments when his efforts felt like they never quite measured up. every trophy he’d won and every incredible milestone he had achieved done little to silence those voices. instead, they morphed into an insidious belief that no matter how hard he tried, he would always be a step behind, always falling short.

what if she hates me?

with you, the stakes felt impossibly high. what if he couldn’t be the partner you deserved? what if the pressure of the spotlight overwhelmed him and drove you away? those thoughts twisted in his gut, feeding the anxiety that swelled within him. he imagined you in a world where he wasn’t there, finding someone who could offer you the stability and unwavering support he feared he lacked. the very thought crushed him, deepening the ache in his chest, as it reminded him of all the times he had to fight for validation, only to come up empty-handed.

he was scared of what loving you meant, terrified of failing you, terrified of failing himself. the weight of it all felt unbearable, a heavy blanket of dread that threatened to suffocate him.

what if i fail her?

lando was too scared, too anxious. with every breath, his lungs ached, and with every tear that gathered in his eyes, he felt weaker. it was as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath him, and the vast unknown loomed below—a place filled with possibilities but also with the risk of falling into darkness. he clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to ground himself as the rising tide of emotions threatened to pull him under.

every heartbeat felt like a reminder of his vulnerability, a painful pulse that echoed the uncertainty gnawing at his core. he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something profound, yet all he could focus on was the suffocating fear of not being enough. the love he felt for you, so pure and intoxicating, was also a heavy burden, weighed down by his past failures and fears. the thought of letting you down, of not living up to the promise of what could be, sent chills racing down his spine.

she's too perfect, i'm a mess

as tears spilled over and streamed down his cheeks, he felt a mix of shame and desperation. lando had always prided himself on being strong, on facing challenges head-on, yet here he was—vulnerable and exposed, battling an internal storm that felt relentless. the very act of loving you felt like a gamble, one that he wasn't sure he was ready to take. would he be brave enough to step forward, to embrace the chaos of his heart, or would he retreat back into the safety of his own fears?

with every sob that escaped him, the overwhelming tide of emotion pulled him deeper, and he struggled to keep his head above water. the thought of calling you, of reaching out for the connection he craved, felt both necessary and terrifying. what if you saw him like this—raw, broken, and afraid? what if he could never find the words to explain what he felt, or worse, what if you saw him as nothing more than a disappointment?

what if she saw me for who i truly am?

taking a shaky breath, he reached for his phone thrown on the couch, sitting on it. his hands were still trembling as he dialed the only person, besides you, who he knew wouldn't judge, but understand him.

“hey, mate, how you doing?” max fewtrell greeted him with his usual easy grin, only for the smile to falter the second he took in lando’s state: tears streaked his face, his eyes swollen and red, his nose and cheeks raw from wiping at them. his lips, split and bloodied, told the story of how he’d been biting them all day. lando’s breath hitched in his throat, his words barely making it out.

“hey… mate, i—” he tried, but the lump in his throat choked him. lando couldn’t even speak.

“lando, what happened?” max said, his voice low and steady, concern etched across his face.

“i think i… i fucked things up with Y/N,” lando's voice cracked, desperation pouring from him as if his world was unraveling right there in front of max.

the sight in front of max sent a chill through his spine. lando's looks, disheveled, like he’d been pulling at it in frustration all day. his bright green eyes were dulled, sunken and rimmed with red. the bags beneath them were dark, a stark contrast against his pale skin. his hands trembled on his knees, unable to steady themselves. his chest heaved, like the panic was consuming him from the inside, leaving only a fragile shell of the person max had known for years.

lando wiped at his face, the back of his hand coming away wet. he shook his head, sinking deeper into the couch.

“we kissed, we slept together and i pushed her away, max. i—i could’ve stayed. i could’ve—” his breath caught again, ragged and uneven. “but i left with no explanation. i went up and left her there, max… i’m so stupid.” he cried out.

lando’s breath hitched, and he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears, but it was no use. his shoulders shook, and a sob escaped him, raw and unfiltered. he hadn’t felt this way in a long time—like he was too broken to be loved.

"max, i’m a mess," he whispered, his voice cracking. "i couldn’t stay, i couldn’t even look at her this morning because… because she deserves better. i mean, look at me," he gestured to himself, his hands trembling. “i’m fucked up, max. i couldn’t even say the words, couldn’t even be honest. how can i be with her when i don’t even know what’s going on in my own head?”

max’s brows furrowed, his face softening as he listened. lando looked like he was spiraling, and it hurt max to see his best friend like this—feeling like he didn’t deserve something good because he was caught in his own storm.

“lando, mate,” max started, carefully choosing his words, “you’re not as messed up as you think you are. yeah, you’ve got stuff going on, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve her, or that you don’t deserve to be happy. and running away from her because you think you’re too broken for her… that’s not the answer.”

lando shook his head, wiping at his eyes, his voice trembling as he spoke. “but i am broken, max. i don’t even know how to deal with my own shit, let alone someone else’s. she’s this… this amazing person, and i’m just… i’m just me. she deserves someone who has it all figured out, not someone who’s going to bolt the second things get real.”

max let out a breath, leaning forward a bit. “no one has it all figured out, lando. not me, not her, not anyone. she’s not expecting you to be perfect, she’s expecting you to be real with her. that’s all. and yeah, maybe you’re not in the best place right now, but you can’t let that be the reason you push her away.”

lando let the words sink in, but it didn’t ease the heaviness inside him. “i left because i thought… i thought i’d hurt her more by staying. i didn’t want her to see me like this. i didn’t want her to see how much of a mess i am.”

“but by leaving, you hurt her anyway,” max said gently. “because she cares about you. and if you care about her too, you’ve got to let her in, even if it’s messy, even if you don’t have all the answers. it’s okay to not have everything together, lando. it’s okay to be scared. but you can’t run from this.”

lando swallowed hard, staring at the floor, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch until his knuckles turned white. max was right. he had run—run because he didn’t think he was good enough, run because the idea of her seeing all his cracks terrified him.

“but what if i can’t do it? what if i let her down again?” lando’s voice was barely audible now, thick with doubt.

max’s expression softened even more. “then you figure it out, together. but you’ve got to give her the chance to make that choice. don’t decide for her that you’re not good enough. let her in. let her see you, even the parts you’re scared to show. that’s how you build something real.”

lando’s breath came in short, shallow bursts, his heart pounding in his chest. the thought of opening up like that—to be fully seen, in all his messiness, all his vulnerability—scared him more than any race ever had. but the thought of losing Y/N, of pushing her away because of his own fear… that scared him even more.

“yeah, sure,” lando whispered, his voice hoarse. “i need to talk to her. i need to fix this.”

max smiled softly, relief flickering in his eyes. “yeah, mate. you do.”

after bidding his best friend farewell, lando sat and tried to calm himself down by pressing his fingers with exposed raw flesh due to the fact he had gnawed at his own hands out of anxiety. he had to come up with something to make it up to you. he needed to.

TAGGINGS: @meglouise00 @rawr-123s-stuff

[freeuselandonorris]

I wish you’d write a follow up to the girl!Lando squirting universe bc them being unhinged and horny is just peak writing

unhinged and horny, you say? i got u bb 🫡 happy friday everyone x

some girls you wanna see shiver

(girl!lando/oscar, 3.8k, explicit)

She’d been dreaming, that was the issue. Right before her fucking phone alarm had started beeping incessantly and torn her out of it. Dreaming of Oscar. His hands, his mouth. His whole body, really. The things it’s capable of.

It’s not like she can come in her sleep or anything — she’d had a friend who could do that, back in high school, like a girl version of wet dreams, and she’s always been jealous of it — but she’d been turned on as hell. The bed had been so warm and soft around her, the memory of Oscar holding his body over hers, three fingers deep and breathing hard into her mouth so vivid she swore she could feel the ghost imprint of his skin against hers. If she’d had the time, it would have only taken her a few minutes to get herself off.

But she didn’t. Because she had to get up. For a fucking 9am comms strategy meeting.

Max always tells her off when she says things like this meeting could’ve been an email, says those memes are for the poor fuckers with real jobs, but Lando doesn’t care. She could’ve stayed in bed and jerked off, and now she can’t, and she can already tell she’s going to be making it everyone else’s problem.

read more at AO3 (archive-locked 🔒)

[yesterdayiwrote]

After reading @vro0m's post suggesting Grill the Grid should take on a Taskmaster format, please have my ‘not entirely definitive’ list of Which Taskmaster contestant the 2023 F1 grid would most be like...

Max Verstappen : Kerry Godliman - Wants to win. Doesn’t want you to know how much they want to win. Until you tell them he’s done it wrong and then he argues the rules with you incessantly. Probably loves a laminator. Bosh, done.

Sergio Perez : Paul Sinha - Should be really good at this. Is getting a bit old though and inexplicably fucking the whole thing up. Is really trying but just permanently perplexed about how this isn’t going better for them.

Charles Leclerc : Judi Love - Is trying really hard, still not quite understanding what they’re being asked to do but not wanting anyone to realise how confused they are. Most likely to ask ‘Is there a duck on my face?’

Carlos Sainz : Joe Thomas - Is also very confused, but slightly less chaotic with it, not exactly hiding how confused they are, just openly having a breakdown while their brain stops working. Liable to suddenly argue back about how unfair it is and how hard they’re trying.

Lewis Hamilton : Liza Tarbuck - Knows what they’re doing, minimal fuss, just gets on with it and ends up winning everything. Is starting to get mildly irritated you’re asking them to do it still, decreases effort throughout proceedings, yet still somehow manages to do really well

George Russell: Mel Giedroyc - George is Mel. Rushes into every task with enthusiasm. Highly competitive. Tackles every task with a cacophony of Britishisms spilling from his mouth in place of swear words to hide his frustrations, whilst simultaneously congratulating the crew on what great tasks they’ve come up with. (There is also a really strong argument for Ivo Graham here. Bringing big Eton energy but slightly more angsty about his failures)

Lando Norris : Nish Kumar - Is trying really, really hard. Is also failing really, really hard by failing to notice generally what’s going on around him.

Oscar Piastri : Richard Osman - Just getting the tasks done in a calm, sensible manner. No bells and whistles, just taking it all in his stride.

Esteban Ocon : Jessica Knappett - Goes rushing in to everything with enthusiasm and positive energy and falls face first into failure. Tall and lanky and just very happy to be here.

Pierre Gasly : Iain Stirling - Tries really hard, really wants to win, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re watching a Love Island episode whenever you watch him attempt anything (just for wildly different reasons).

Fernando Alonso : Rhod Gilbert - Quietly confident of their own abilities. A bit of a lone wolf and hates team tasks because he just wants to win for himself. Has an uncanny knack of finding a loophole and winning tasks thanks to some dirt he has on the taskmaster from many years ago.

Lance Stroll : Paul Chowdhry - He’s not entirely sure how he’s ended up here, or what he’s supposed to do, but he’s giving it a go anyway. Appears unenthusiastic about everything but actually wants to win, just with the least possible effort he can muster.

Valtteri Bottas : Hugh Dennis - Very calm about everything, even his own failures. Actually not that worried about where he comes, just happy to be taking part. (Valtteri would actually be Fred the Swede but he’s not a contestant so he can’t be)

Zhou Guanyu : Charlotte Ritchie - Appears like they have it all together. Calm and softly spoken, yet strangely chaotic when given a task. Seems really eager to please but kind of low key stressed and anxious. (A certain element of Sophie Duker or Mawaan Rizwan entirely for the great fits though)

Yuki Tsunoda : Fern Brady - Is very stressed about everything and would very much like to go home for a big sleep because being competitive is exhausting

Daniel Ricciardo : Joe Wilkinson - Chaos. Full stop.

Nico Hulkenberg : Lee Mack - This is one of the harder ones because he could be any of the ‘uncontroversial older guy’ contestants. Went for Lee because he’d probably keep dropping dad jokes in there but not a total chaos demon. Just does…fine?

Kevin Magnussen : Ardal O’Hanlon - Similar to what I wrote for Nico but with a bit more chaos and confusion thrown in, but just politely smiling his way through it. (See also Alan Davies)

Alex Albon : James Acaster - Has a severe dislike for whoever organised this, would quite like it to be over. Would also like to win. Doesn’t want to look desperate with it but is actually trying very hard. Is very angry that he’s not winning and ends up ranting about how unfair it is to hide his disappointment.

Logan Sargeant : Desiree Burch - American. (Look, I ran out of ideas for Logan I will admit)

[roosmybeloved]

Stuck!

Lestappen/Carlando

(1207 words)

Max and Lando are stuck in an elevator.

Luckily, the firemen aren't bad looking.

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"Shit.” Max muttered, fingers still jamming incessantly on the buttons in the elevator. Lando sighed heavily from his place on the floor.

“It’s not gonna work, mate.” He said. Max continued.

Lando wasn’t exactly sure how long they’d been stuck, but he knew it definitely was not long enough for Max to be panicking this much.

“Max. Seriously. Sit down.” He said, moving forward to kick his friend, who shot him a glare. After a few more aggressive button mashes, Max’s shoulders sagged in resignation.

He slumped down beside Lando.

“Are you sure there’s no emergency call button?” Max asked, glancing up, eyes searching the walls of the small elevator. Lando shrugged.

“Can’t see one. Let me check for a signal again.” He muttered, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. Max peered over his shoulder.

“A sunset as your homescreen? You need to get laid, mate.” He said, grinning. Lando narrowed his eyes as he looked over to Max.

“What’s yours, then?” He asked. Max coughed. He scratched his neck.

“Jimmy and Sassy.” He said. Lando barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes as Max blushed red.

“You have your cats as your homescreen and you’re telling me to get laid?”

“It’s perfectly respectable!” Max argued, crossing his arms.

“So is a sunset!” Lando countered as Max peered over his shoulder again, “In fact, I-”

“Signal!” Max shouted. Lando winced.

“We’re in a 3ft box, mate. No need to shout.” He said. Max scowled, reaching for the phone. Lando sighed as he passed over.

He cursed his phone anxiety.

Max punched a suspiciously short number into his phone, before holding it to his ear as it rang.

“999, what service do you require? Fire, ambulance or police? ” A voice called. Lando punched Max, eyes wide. He should’ve asked who Max was going to call.

“Uh, I guess fire? We’re stuck in an elevator.” He said as Lando stared at him in bewilderment.

There was a moment of quiet, and Max bit back a laugh as Lando shook his head.

“Where are you, please?”

“Just the, uh, office building off Bernard Street. There’s only one elevator, so.” He said.

More quiet. A faint typing sound.

“How long have you been there? Can you wait?”

Max sighed, dramatically.

“It’s been quite a while. I’m starting to get thirsty. Soon would be good.” He said. Lando gave him a pointed look. Max ignored him.

“Of course, I’ll send help now. Should be half an hour.”

“Thank you.” Max said, before hanging up. Lando lay down on the floor, laughing.

“You’re such a liar.” He said, arm over his forehead. Max joined him lying on the floor, slightly curled up with the size of the room.

“I am thirsty, though.” Max said, tapping a beat on the floor with his hand. Lando hummed.

They fell quiet for a long while. It had been a long day, and it was late. They were both students with part-time jobs that were hectic, and their studies had become more difficult with exam season approaching.

Lando felt himself falling asleep, even against the cold and hard tiles of the elevator floor.

He jolted awake as Max spoke.

“Did you finish your essay?” He asked. Lando rubbed his eyes, sitting up.

“Nah.”

“Me neither.” Max replied, groaning as he sat up too, bones cracking.

“Doesn’t sound normal.” Lando muttered as Max laughed, until Lando shushed him.

The two eyed each other as distant voices grew louder outside the elevator doors. Max strained his neck, ear placed at the opening.

“Last job of the day.” He heard a man say, sounding as tired as Max felt. Lando stood up slowly, wiping the dirt from his trousers.

They could hear a racket, seemingly coming from slightly above. Max looked up. The doors slowly were being pushed apart, a crow bar wedged inbetween and growing the gap. He sucked in a breath as he looked up at the man.

A fireman, in uniform yet only in the t-shirt, his arms on display as he battled with the metal doors. And his face was something to behold.

The elevator was clearly stuck between floors, the fireman stood above him. Like a scene from Romeo and Juliet, Max’s brain supplied unhelpfully.

“Oh, hello! I am Charles.” He said, voice strained as he pushed with finality, the doors giving way. Max stared at him. Charles leaned on the crowbar, wiping his forehead.

“I’m Max.” He replied dumbly. Charles smiled sweetly.

Lando waved.

“Get us out, please Mr Fireman.” He said teasingly, and Charles laughed as he nodded.

“Of course. We brought water, hold on.” He said, beckoning someone over. In a moment, another fireman appeared. Lando dropped his arm to his side as he stared.

“Hello! Here.” The second man said, leaning down and holding out two bottles of water. Max looked at Lando, who stood rooted to the floor. Max took the water.

“Thanks. This is Lando.” He said.

“Carlos.” The second fireman said. He smiled, but Max caught his eyes trailing up and down Lando’s body. He looked back to Charles, who was staring. Charles looked away promptly.

The two firemen left their view.

“We should get stuck in elevators more often.” Lando muttered to Max, the other nodding quickly. They drank their water, realising how thirsty they both actually were.

Charles reappeared, holding a hand out to Max.

“No rope?” Max asked, grinning as Charles’ cheeks darkened.

“Afraid not.” He replied, dimples on show as he smiled. Max tried to ignore the way his muscles bulged as he grabbed his hand. What wasn’t easy to ignore was the ease that Charles lifted him up with.

They looked at each other for a long moment once Max was stood, Charles’ other hand resting carefully on his lower back.

“Are you free tonight?” Max blurted out, before stepping back and covering his mouth. Charles’ eyes widened. He regained some semblance of coolness.

“Yeah. Yeah. I am. Free.” He said, scratching his neck. Max nodded quickly.

He looked over as Carlos pulled Lando from the elevator. Carlos steadied him, hands on Lando’s waist, before quickly removing them.

“You can keep them there, if you want.” Lando said, fixing Carlos with an innocent look. Carlos raised an eyebrow, bitten lip betraying his confident exterior. He placed his hands back where they were with a grin.

Max looked back at Charles.

“Come to mine?” He asked. It was meant as a question, though it sounded more like a demand. Charles nodded quickly.

They exchanged numbers, touches lingering as they returned phones. Max grinned as Lando approached them.

“Ready to go?” Lando asked. Max nodded, glancing over to see Carlos already typing hastily on his phone. Lando’s phone chimed, and he rolled his eyes fondly.

“See you later, Max.” Charles promised, giving Max a wink before sauntering towards Carlos. Lando sighed happily.

“Successful day, I’d say.” He said, attempting to ignore the 0 words still sitting on his essay document.

“Bet you’re glad I called 999, now.” Max replied, a smug smile on his face as they descended the stairs.

“I mean, it was actually my idea to go in the elevator, so.”

Max glared at him. Lando’s laziness finally paid off, he supposed.

[missnxthingg]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 - 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Single Mom!Reader (Best friends to lovers) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando and Y/N have always been the best of friends, always there for each other through thick and thin. After years of sharing the paddock and building their own silly little family, both of them just can't hold their feelings inside anymore, even though they're are both afraid it would ruin their friendship. So who'll take the first step? 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 6.7K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Smut and a few swearing 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Honestly I kind miss Lando's first win and this might be my fav piece of smut I've ever written. I hope you like it as much as I did.

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Lando woke up feeling a little confused with his phone incessantly ringing next to him. He tried to lift his head, but it immediately started to hurt once he moved, giving away that the amount of alcohol he had yesterday was enough to give him the worst hangover of his life. He had to blink thrice before being able to see the contact on his screen, immediately sliding his fingers through the screen when he saw Y/N’s name on it. After all, he could’ve been dying, but he would always pick up the phone if she was calling. 

Unfortunately, he regretted this decision.

“I’m going to fucking murder you, Lando Norris”, she said once he picked up the phone.

“Please, don’t shout”, he begged, feeling too tired to get into a fight. But Y/N had the worst morning of her year, being woken up by the entire McLaren PR and Communications team, bombarded with videos of his partying in Amsterdam the previous night.

And again, she also didn’t enjoy to see people on Twitter tagging her in photos of him, with blood all over his face, during a boat party in Amsterdam on King’s Day. ‘Oh, Y/N’s not gonna like this’, they said. And she definitely had to worry about him all morning, as he was not replying to his phone.

“Do you want to know how I was woken up this morning, Norris? With everyone at my team texting me to know how we were going to handle you, your drunk videos and your bloody nose on media day in Miami”.

Slowly, Lando started to remember everything he did with Martin and some of his friends. He thought his fans already knew about his behaviour and party spirit. He just didn’t know how people would take the situation too seriously on social media.

“It’s not a big deal, honestly. I just cut my nose drinking out of broken glass. It’s not like I’ve gotten into a fight”, he explained.

“People surely think so”, she said. “And now, I had to ruin my last morning with Olivia to solve your fucked up image”.

Being his best friend, Y/N oftenly calls Lando out whenever he does something bad. She was the reason why his popularity and reputation wasn’t fucked up with the public. And now, knowing his behaviour fucked up Ollie’s morning, he felt guilty.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to ruin your day with Ollie”, he admitted, and Y/N noticed the change in his voice. Then she was the one who felt bad.

“No, I’m sorry”, she said. “I just got really stressed with the calls, and I was worried about you. I’m sorry I took it out on you. I shouldn’t call you out for having fun”.

“No, but you’re right. I took it too far”, he admitted, but enjoyed that she changed her mind about the situation. 

“Are you okay? Are you safe?”

“Safe and sound in my hotel room”, he assured. “My head might explode, but I’ll live. Don’t worry about me, go be with Olivia”.

“I will. Take some pills, drink a lot of water, eat properly and rest. I will see you tomorrow in Miami, okay?”, she advised, making him smile. Even from afar, Y/N always takes care of Lando.

“Okay. Thank you for checking on me. I love you.”

“I love you too, dickhead”, she grinned.

“Can’t wait to see you. Send my love to Ollie. Tell her uncle Lando misses her”.

“She misses you too. Come home soon”.

Sometimes, after some hard partying, Lando’s left feeling a moral hangover, which leaves him to rethink all his life’s choices. On the plane to Miami, he thought if it was worth it carrying on with his partying life. The thought hit him harder when he received a picture of Olivia cuddled with Y/N on their couch, just before it was time for her to leave.

“My girls! I love you”, he texted them, going to sleep with a smile on his face right after.

The warm weather in Miami helped him feel a little better. Lando took a deep breath to take in the city once they landed and it felt nice. Well, it felt even nicer on Monday morning, when he saw Y/N checking into the hotel they would be staying.

“Hello, pretty girl”, he greeted, keeping his voice low so nobody would catch his pet name. “Still mad at me?”

“A little, but I think I can ignore that for a hug”, she grinned, making him wrap his arms around her tightly. “Are you feeling better?”

“Definitely. Had a lot of water, slept plenty on the plane and was just catching up on timezones. So I’m good. And you?”

“Would love to have a nap and a burger. I’m starving”, she admitted. “But they said my room isn’t ready yet. I’ll have to wait one more hour”.

“Let’s go back to my room and we’ll ask them to call when yours is ready. We can order food and you can nap as long as you want”, he suggested, knowing the entire team had a day off before the busy schedule.

“Fine, I definitely need it”.

Lando took care of Y/N, because he still felt guilty about having her worry about him during his trip to Amsterdam. He ordered food and ran a nice hot bath for her, treating her with some of the benefits and extras from his very fancy room. Then, as she was busy in the bathroom, he opened up some of his dating apps, trying to find someone to have fun for the week. After the days he had, he felt needy, and wanted some girl to 'take care' of him. But he simply couldn't think about being with any women when he was with Y/N. He kept sliding profiles to the left and gave up when she opened the bathroom door.

She was looking very cute wearing his robe, that was too big for her body. Yawning, she waltzed to bed and climbed under the covers next to him, making Lando lock his phone and find his favourite spot: resting his head on her chest.

"Comfy", he mumbled against her skin.

"You should be the pillow today, not me", she giggled, but Lando held tighter onto her.

"Don't care, honestly", he confessed, making her melt into his hug.

"It's going to be a busy week", she commented. “But I don't know, I have a good feeling about this one”. 

"Hopefully, we'll be celebrating a podium on Sunday”, he dreamed with a smirk on his face.

“We surely will”.

(...)

Lando woke up feeling very confident. Somehow, that morning felt different than any other morning in his career. He had been taken out of the sprint race right on the first corner, and qualified P5 yesterday. Yet, he felt like great things were coming his way. So he woke up in a good mood, rumming to songs with a grin that never left his face.

"Good morning, my lady", he greeted Y/N as they ran across each other on track. "Sleep well?”

"Yes, and you apparently did as well. Who did you fuck?”

“Shut up, no one! I'm just in a good mood”, he stated. Although he would've loved to have found someone to fuck, Lando simply couldn't do it. Every time he tried something with a woman this weekend, his mind would always go back to Y/N. He had never had a problem with that before. Now, it’s like she’s stuck in his mind like gum, and he was yet to figure out why. 

 "That's always good to hear", she said.

“I think today is the day, Y/N. I don't wanna jinx it, but I think I'm gonna win today”, he declared, feeling his whole body fill with confidence. “And if I do, you're coming out to party with me”.

"Obviously. There's no one that's been rooting for you more than me, muppet. Been here since the start, and I can't wait to get drunk at your first win party".

Lando blushed with her words, but the confidence never left his body. He took a look at Y/N, wearing her McLaren shirt, paired with a tailored black trouser and sneakers, as she usually does. But somehow, she looked prettier than ever. And he just couldn’t contain himself, feeling all the confidence in his body scream in adoration for her.

"Wow, you look so beautiful today", he complimented, making Y/N's heart start beating faster.

“Thank you. Haven't done anything different, though. Same old me”.

"You're always beautiful, Y/N. But you have a different glow today, I don't know".

“That's nice”, she smiled widely, without understanding why her heart was beating so fast. Sometimes Lando has that effect on her, and she definitely enjoyed being complimented from time to time. He was the only one who did so, anyway.

"Anyway, I'll get ahead and get ready to go. I'll see you at the track, gorgeous", he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, running towards the lift right after. Why was he so flirty today?

Y/N tried to carry her day normally, but she kept looking at Lando under a different light. She noticed how perfect his curls were today, or how the small cut on his nose made him look slightly hotter. She also felt her entire body tingle whenever he touched her to ask her to move, or whenever he winked as he caught her staring.

Why? Why was she feeling like that? Why today? Why him?

“Look, my mom just texted me this picture of Ollie”, Y/N extended his phone to Lando, showing him a picture of her daughter wearing her McLaren shirt, pointing to her uncle’s name as she stood in front of their television, who was channelling the pre-race.

“Ohh, look at my girl”, Lando opened a wide genuine smile at the sight. “I miss her so much. Tell her uncle Lando loves her very much”.

“Do a heart with your hands and I’ll text her a picture”.

Lando very clumsily did a heart with his hand, and added a cute pout on his lips before posing for the camera. Y/N took the picture with a huge smile plastered on her face, and texted it back to her mother. The image of his face lighting up in adoration for her daughter was stuck on her mind. And for a second, she wondered if he would like to be Olivia’s father just as much as she wanted him to be. Y/N would give anything to have Lando helping her out on parenting.

“I have to go now”, Lando said, signing to the members of his team, who were ready to go on track. “P1. Write it down, love. We’ll be celebrating later”.

“Be safe and good luck! I’ll be here to celebrate P1 with you tonight”, he pulled her for a hug and, this time not so secretly, he pressed a big kiss on her forehead before an engineer called him once again to come to the track.

Yeah, people definitely would repost that everywhere on the internet. Which only meant one thing: headache to Y/N, in every meaning of this expression.

The race was nail-biting. Around lap 30, Lando took the lead after Verstappen lost a little bit of pace and a safety car was put on track, giving McLaren a free pit stop. After that, it was absolute terror for Y/N. She didn’t even dare to speak as she painfully watched the remaining laps of the race. How does it take so long to finish a race with cars going so fast?

She only remembered how to breathe on the final lap, when the entire McLaren team rushed to the pit wall to watch Lando cross the chequered flag before anyone else for the first time.

“That dickhead was right”, Y/N thought, as she heard his car approach on track. Then a smile stamped on her face when she saw the bright orange of his McLaren, along with the neon yellow of his helmet. Once he crossed the finish line, her legs felt weak, and she had to squat to the floor, letting her hands to her face, still in disbelief of what she had witnessed.

Lando Norris is a Formula 1 race winner.

They started this journey together in 2019, and she had been there for every single one of his highs and lows in his career. Y/N was there for Lando’s first podium, for his first DNF, for his first pole position in Russia, and then for the lost chance of winning the day after. She was there for the bad season start in 2023, only to see him secure P2 in his home race. She was there to see him win the title of driver with most podiums, and no wins. Now, she gets to experience this glory with him. 

Y/N squeezed between the team at the parc fermé and impatiently waited for Lando to park, blinded by her tears. She was glad when she finally got to see him on top of his car, waving one finger in the air to celebrate the win. And then she felt relieved to see him running towards their team, throwing his body over their heads to celebrate the conquest. They both got dragged away into the cheering, feeling the euphoria from the team, but they only got to have their little moment after Lando talked to Andrea Stella and Zak Brown.

When he spotted Y/N standing right behind the barricade, he immediately pulled her body closer and helped her jump the fence, just so they could hug properly. Then she buried her head on his neck as they gave the longest hug of all time. Lando pressed a long kiss on top of her head, not caring if anyone around them was filming their little moment.

“You’re crying!”, he joked, bursting into a laugh.

“Of course I’m crying! You fucking won”, she shouted, making him smile wider. “You muppet, you did it! I can’t believe you knew it all from the start”.

“I can’t believe it either. To be honest, this still feels like a  dream”, he admitted. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else in the world”

Lando didn't want to let go of Y/N anytime soon. His arms were locking her close to him, as he took in her scent and touch. All he wanted to do was kiss here right there. Eventually, someone came to ask him to come to the podium, forcing him to finish the hug. 

“Go get your trophy and we'll celebrate later”, she squeezed his hands and smiled in reassurance.

"Okay", he pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting go off her. “I love you so fucking much. This one's for you and Olivia”.

“I love you too, Lan. And so does Ollie”.

Getting to see how Lando shined under the sunlight as he stood on the tallest step of the podium was angelical. He let the sun hit his face and warm up his skin as he smiled up to the sky, letting the feeling sink in. Victory coursed through his veins, and he never had felt so happy in his life. Then, after the British National Anthem, he caught Y/N shouting and clapping at him from the crowd, just like she has been for every single podium he ever conquered through the past years.

For a second, he was back at his rookie year, having a laugh with Y/N at her office at the MTC. Then he remembered the day he found her not laughing in her place, but scared about her future after finding out about an accidental pregnancy. He was back to poking her very pregnant belly every time they crossed each other at the paddock. He remembered holding her hand as she pushed her daughter out, or before she went on stage to finally get her degree. Then he was back to his almost first win, when she spent the whole night holding him as he cried about the loss. 

They have been there for each other through thick and thin. This win would just be one more day for them to remember. So of course, when he splashed his champagne, he took a step into the crowd, hoping to get some sprayed on Y/N. This victory was a little bit hers too.

The media pen took forever for someone who wanted more than anything to go celebrate. But he was glad he got to do it next to Y/N, smiling every time he glanced at her, who was holding her own microphone next to him.

“So, Lando, who do you dedicate your win to?”

“I've said this in the car, I dedicate this to my grandma, because she hasn't been doing so great lately. And I dedicate this to my goddaughter Olivia, who's at home right now wearing my shirt and being the best lucky charm”, he looked over to Y/N, standing next to the reporter, and smiled. “Also to her mother and my best friend in the whole world, because I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her”.

Lando rarely talks about his friendship with Y/N in public, because they agreed that this was too precious to be taken to the public, giving them permission to step into their personal life. But at that moment, he didn't care. His true fans know the nature of their friendship, so they would know how special it was to dedicate this to her. 

She was also very stunned with his dedication and him mentioning her for the first time in an interview. But she only mentioned it when they were alone, right after Lando took some pictures with his trophy at the top of the Hand Rock Stadium.

“You dedicated your win to me”, she commented, making him smirk.

“I know”, he shrugged. “I looked at you from the top of the podium and I remembered everything we went through the past years. We’ve been here for each other for thick and thin. It’s only fair for me to praise you on such a special moment we both have been waiting for”.

“Thank you so much. It was really special”, she said. “And Ollie was watching the interview, because my mother texted me saying she has been yapping about you winning for the entire day”.

“Cute”, he giggled. “I’ll call her tomorrow when I’m not tipsy from the champagne. But right now, I’m looking forward to getting absolutely wasted with my best friend and party until sunrise. And you don’t get to run away from tonight, miss”.

“Of course not! I’m definitely going to get wasted with my winner friend. We both need this”.

“We do”, he smiled. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel and change”.

Y/N only met Lando later that night, when he knocked on her hotel room’s door to pick her up for dinner. He was invited for a special one somewhere close to the club where Max invited him to celebrate his win, and of course everyone was tagging along. And lucky enough, she had packed her beautiful dress she always brings to races in case he won the Grand Prix.

Norris had never seen his best friend so dressed up before. Matching the Miami vibe, she chose a baby pink sparkly mini dress, paired with silver heels. Y/N wasn't one to try catching much attention through her clothes, and that's why the choice impressed Lando the most. She looked heaven sent.

“Wow, you look so beautiful”, he smiled, making her shy with his comment. “God, so, so beautiful. Look at you!”

“Lando, stop it!”, she demanded, feeling all the butterflies flying on her stomach. 

“No, but you do!”, he stated, taking her hand to give her a twirl. “Absolutely fucking beautiful, that's right”.

“Well, thank you. So do you”.

“Ready to go?”, he asked and she nodded.

“Just need to put on some perfume and we can go”.

Y/N sprayed her fragrance twice on her neck, and Lando felt his heart warm with the smell. Her smell. She smelled like home to him. So when she came back, he buried his nose on her neck as he hugged her, feeling very needy after winning the race. All he wanted was to be with the girl he loves the most.

“It tingles”, she giggled as she felt the air from his nose hit her skin. Then he pressed a tiny kiss to her clavicle before pulling her out of the room.

“Let me show this beautiful lady to the world”.

Lando has always been very affectionate towards Y/N, but tonight it was different. He simply couldn’t be away from her for long. He was glued to her side at dinner, where they shared a desert as he continued to have their hands tied together under the table. Then his hands never left her at the club, making sure she didn’t go far away from him. The two friends celebrated this win as if their lives depended on it, just because they had been waiting for too long for this moment.

Savouring this win with his best friend, the person he loves the most in this world, was everything for Lando. He was so happy to see her right there by his side, taking shots, swaying her body on the dance floor and having the best time as they celebrated his achievement. It took him every strength of his body not to kiss her in the middle of the club.

But damn, it’s hard to resist when Y/N had her arms wrapped around his neck as they danced together, forgetting about anyone or anything around them. Just them two, twirling around the room with their eyes locked together, the biggest smile stamped on each of their faces, just existing in their own little world. Lando almost kissed her right there, with their lips brushing so close to each other, not touching because of the last drops of realization keeping them from ruining this moment for good.

And if Norris didn’t do something about it soon, he would definitely ruin it by making their first kiss so public. So before fucking up the perfect day, he leaned on her ear and asked:

“Can we please go outside? I need some air”.

Y/N nodded, taking his hand and guiding him outside. Once they were finally alone, away from that party, they started giggling. The booze on their heads made everything hazy, but it was nice to finally feel so loose around each other. Lando looked at her underneath the moonlight and thought he couldn’t be luckier. He had the most amazing woman in the world right there by his side, unconditionally loving and supporting him.

“I love you so fucking much”, Lando blurted out, making Y/N open a shy smile. “I do, seriously. Everything I do is for you, to see you smile. I’m so grateful that you were here for this win today. Couldn’t have done it without you”.

“Yes, you could”, she fixed the collar of is button up shirt, smiling at him. “You are so talented, Lan. And you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You could’ve done it while racing backwards”.

“But you’re the person who keeps me going, every day. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you taking care of me”, he let one of his hands put a stray of her hair behind her ear, letting him fully focus on her beautiful face. “This win is for both of us. I’m proud of this little team we created. I wish Olivia was here to celebrate with us too”.

Lando always remembers to mention her daughter. Y/N loves how he never forgets about Ollie, wanting to be close to his goddaughter all the time. Having him saying such simple, but meaningful words to her, made her lean up and capture his lips in a brief kiss. But once Norris understood what was happening, he held her face tight between his hands and deepened the kiss. 

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even notice when Y/N hit her back on the wall behind her, absolutely taken by his lips, tasting hers so deliciously. They fit like two puzzle pieces; like those pieces you've been trying for the right spot for the longest time, and it makes so much sense when you finally find the correct place. They felt like coming home, because that's what they were to each other: home. 

“I’ve waited to do this for the longest time”, Lando admitted between kisses, and Y/N couldn’t do anything but hum in response, too taken by their actions to speak. “Feels so good to finally kiss you”.

“Shut up and just kiss me”, she blurted out, making him smile between kisses. Then Lando obeyed her request, focusing solely on only feeling her and the way her lips felt against his for once.

They were only pulled from their small little world when someone came through the door, but quickly ran away when they saw Lando and Y/N making out. She hid her face on the crook of his neck and they laughed together, realizing that even though they were alone, that was still a public space.

“We're behaving like teenagers”, she mumbled against his neck, her laugh making his skin vibrate. Lando squeezed her tighter under his hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You make me feel like a teenager”, he admitted, feeling the blush creep on his cheeks. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel”.

“I'm not tired”, she admitted, making him smirk, pulling her even closer by the waist.

Lando held her chin delicately and rubbed his thumb in circles on her skin, his eyes locked into hers, just before he darted down to her lips again. “Who said we were going to sleep, uhm?”

They were in a taxi on their way to the hotel only a few minutes later, trying to be as subtle about their leaving as possible. But Lando just couldn’t take his hands off Y/N in the back of the car. He didn't care if there was a stranger driving them, or if that was a little too much to do in front of someone else. But he finally had the girl of his dreams and a race winning trophy. Nothing in this world could make him happier tonight.

Once they were locked behind the doors of his room, Lando couldn't stop kissing Y/N. He pressed her against the wall and was now playing with the straps of the dress that took his breath away earlier that night. He loved seeing her in it, but he couldn't help but think she would look even better without it.

"Beautiful", he complimented, sprinkling buses all over the skin of her collarbones and shoulders. "Can I please take it off?”, his voice was hoarse, but soft, making sure she was comfortable with what they were doing. It made Y/N feel the thousand butterflies she always felt for Lando all at once

"Yes, please", she asked, too reactive to his touches. They felt too familiar, too good. Her whole body shivered once she felt his hands on her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

Y/N's smell was intoxicating. So sweet and so... her. It reminded Lando that it was really her standing in front of him. It was the girl he loved the most in the world holding his curls, pulling him closer as his lips got dangerously close to her breasts. Then it felt even more real when she started to unbutton his shirt and her hands started to go down his body, very close to the hem of his trousers.

"Baby...", he moaned, making her smile between the kisses. “You're driving me insane”.

"Good to know I still got it after so many years".

"You've always got it. A hot MILF", he joked, making her burst into laughter, breaking the kiss.

“Way to kill the mood, dickhead”, she joked, and Lando blushed, embarrassed about the comment he just made.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean it in a bad way", he said. 

"I know", she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer again, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “A MILF is the best compliment one has called me in years”.

"Damn. I should’ve complimented you more", he giggled. “Because you're the most beautiful, hard-working, funny, good smelling, intelligent and sexy woman in the world”.

"Way to bring back the mood, dickhead", she kissed him again, this time picking up the pace and fully removing his shirt for once. 

Lando turned her around and softly pushed her to bed, carefully placing her between his pillows. Now, feeling his body weight over her, pressing her down, Y/N never felt more comfortable. And when he finally took off her bra, she didn't feel exposed. It felt good, especially when his mouth started playing with her nipples; his lips sucking them deliciously, one of the hands flicking the other one, making her whimper and moan under his touch.

"Lan, please, I need more", she asked. “Do something”.

"I want to take my time with you", he said. “You're my biggest trophy tonight. My girl”.

"Your girl", she smiled, once again feeling the tug on her heart.

Lando and Y/N had never felt such a powerful connection during sex. Maybe it hits different when you're doing it with someone you love, and you know they love you as well. Every move seemed perfect, almost rehearsed, and every touch felt too intense.

His fingers rolled at her thong and pulled them a little bit, asking for permission. And Y/N raised her hips in response, letting him strip her naked. Lando used his knees to spread her legs apart and started to tease her with a finger on her slit.

“Is this okay?”, he asked innocently, but Lando couldn't fool Y/N. She knew there wasn't an ounce of innocence in his body.

“Fuck, yes, very okay”, she whimpered, making him smite with how reactive she was to him.

So when Lando started to properly touch her, Y/N easily came undone for him. She mourned when his calloused fingers rubbed circles on her clit, making her arch her back and relax under his touch. No one had paid such attention to how good she felt in bed, and now he was making sure she was the centre of attention.

“So wet, my love”, he pointed out. “Tell me what you want me to do”.

“I-I…” she tried to speak, but it was hard to focus with his fingers on her pussy making her feel so good. “Can you put it in, please?”

“Of course, pretty girl”, he granted her wish, but worked with her to make it even better. “I’m gonna need you to relax with me. Take a deep breath and leave it all to me, alright? Gon’ make you feel so good, baby. Nod if you understand me”.

Y/N nodded voraciously, making him smile before finally putting on finger inside, curling it in the right spot. Her mouth opened in a perfect O once he started hitting the right spot, and her moan was so loud that Lando could swear they would be hearing noise complaints soon. But he didn’t care. Well, she was moaning for him – his name – and nothing else in the world mattered.

“Lando, oh God”, she cried out. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop”.

“Maybe I should get a little taste”, he suggested. “You smell amazing. Bet you taste just as sweet”.

Lando lowered himself between her legs and licked a long stripe on her pussy, just as he put another finger inside, stimulating her just as much as he could. The feeling of his short beard against her thighs was heavenly, just as much as the sweet sensation of his tongue on her hot cunt. He could’ve stayed there all night. Anything to make his girl feel good. Anything to hear his name come out of her mouth in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Lan. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, she cursed, her eyes shut so tightly that she could swear it was going to hurt at some point. But he didn’t really pay attention, fully focusing on following her responses, his boxers starting to feel too small around his hard cock. Lando even started to thrust his hips against the mattress for a bit, wanting to feel some friction for once. 

“Cum for me, angel”, he asked, and seconds later, she obeyed, her entire body tensing under his touch and relaxing a couple of seconds later. Lando managed to collect all the juice he could from her and came back from between her legs with his chin dripping wet. 

Y/N thought it was so hot when he used a thumb to clean it before putting it inside his mouth. Then Lando kissed her again, making her taste herself in his mouth. Also, he missed the feeling of kissing her. After years wanting all of her kisses, he just couldn’t get enough of her lips.

“Do you want me to retribute the gesture?”, she asked between kisses, but Lando shook his head no. “But you did so good”.

“But I’ve been given enough praise today. Tonight is just about you. About making you feel good”, he smiled, putting a stray of her head behind her ear. “I just want to be inside you”.

“Do you have a condom?”, she asked and Lando nodded, quickly getting off her to find some condoms in his suitcase. Before he came back, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and rolled the protection into his cock. “Good. I don’t want another mini me running around the world right now”, she joked. 

“A baby that’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me. I think that’s the dream”, he smiled, positioning himself between her legs again. “But not tonight, right?”

“Someday”, she smiled at him. Were they already making plans for the future? But they haven’t even talked about… whatever they were after tonight. 

“Now I just want to feel you”, he kissed her again, guiding his cock to brush its tip on her pussy, collecting her juices before pushing it in. “Fuck, so tight, baby. You feel so, so good”.

“Filling me up so good, shit”, she praised, pulling him for another kiss. “Just wait a second. You’re too big”.

Lando smiled with the comment, making him feel a little proud of himself. Also, it was too nice to stop for a second and watch Y/N squint her eyes, trying to adjust to his size, just as she lied underneath him, her hands resting on his bare chest. She opened her eyes for a second once it started to feel good and the sight was almost heavenly. The love of her life, his necklace hanging from her neck, his piercing green eyes looking deep into hers. That was everything.

“You can move now”.

He was careful, taking his movements slowly, thrusting his hips delicately against hers. Y/N digged her fingers on his bare back, leaving scratches on his skin, marking it with memories of this night. Lando gently pressed a hand of her throat as they continued kissing, and gently, he picked up the pace, finding the perfect balance between comfortable and pleasuring. It wasn’t about being rough; it was about showing how much they love each other.

They didn’t need to say it. The words were hidden between every kiss, every touch, every moan and whimper, every thrust, every smile. But Lando looked her in the eyes and felt like just showing it wasn’t enough. He had said it many times through the years, but now it weighted so much more in his tongue.

“I love you”, he said, making her smile with his confession.

“I love you too”, she replied, taking his hand from her throat and lacing it with hers. Lando did the same with the other one, feeling her pussy finally clenching around him. 

“You make me feel complete”, he continued. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I love you so, so much”.

“Good thing I feel the same”, she guaranteed. “Because life doesn’t have meaning without you”.

“Wanna cum with you, my girl”, Lando asked, grunting with how hard it was to keep it together for much longer. “Are you close, baby?”

“Close, but some more could help a little”, she opened a shy smile, but Lando didn’t hesitate on helping, immediately putting one of his hands on her clit, stimulating her a little bit more, pulling her over the edge just like him. Y/N could barely speak after that, feeling her entire body on fire, more than before, when he made her come undone just by using his fingers. “Fuck, I’m so close”.

“Ready, baby?”, he asked, but she could just shake her head in response. Lando barely had time to find it funny and cute, because all of his senses were enheightened by her. Once he felt her relaxing under him, finally reaching her high, he came as well, feeling his cock spill everything out while still inside her.

They both grew too tired to continue and Lando let his weight rest over Y/N, who wrapped her arms around him in a soft hug, feeling him going soft slowly. He lazily pressed some kisses to her shoulder as they both tried to catch their breaths for a second. Once he finally came to his senses, he got up from bed to get rid of the condom and find some cloths to clean them. 

“What a gentleman”, Y/N complimented, making her smile. Lando helped her clean up the best he could before throwing himself back in bed, pulling the soft and comfy blankets to cover their body.

“It was amazing”, he admitted, pulling her body closer, as he did so many times. But there was something about skin to skin contact that made them feel so different; so much more intimate. “If I knew it would be this amazing, I would’ve done it sooner”.

“I knew it would be amazing”, she confessed, feeling her cheeks heat up with the statement. Y/N had basically confessed she had thought about that moment before, which made Lando giggle. “Don’t even start”.

“Didn’t say anything”, he said as she hid her face on the crook of his neck. “C’mere”.

Lando pulled her back to look at him and locked their lips together once again. He gently held her face by the chin, smiling through the kiss, because he simply couldn’t believe that they were finally kissing each other. After so many years pinning after her, dreaming of raising a family with her, feeling his heart racing every time she entered a room and losing his head every time she smiled at him. He kissed her as if his life depended on it, because he was afraid she would go away.

“I love you”, Y/N said between the kisses, and Lando felt relieved that she said it first this time, feeling all his insecurities go away with those three little words that held so much power in them. “And I’m so, so proud of you. I can’t believe we finally got here, celebrating your first win. Can’t wait to celebrate many, many more nights. And I can’t wait to celebrate your first championship win”.

“I���m just glad to be here with you tonight”, he said. “With a win or without a win, you’re my biggest win tonight. I would’ve been just happy with winning you”.

“Cute”, she smiled.

“I love you so much”, Lando said it again, replying to what she said early. “Now let’s just sleep, baby. Recharge and move onto the next one”.

“Will you come back to London with me?”, she asked, wanting this, whatever it was, to not be over soon. Lando almost immediately nodded to her question.

“I’ll go anywhere you want me to”, he guaranteed. “All you have to do is ask”.

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baby girls - chapter two | lando norris

Chapter Two: Perhaps

summary: What's the best way to tell the guy you like that you have a kid? Well, lying about it and making him think you're cheating isn't the best tactic, Mila's about to find that out the hard way.

word count: 1650

warnings: swearing, absentee father (the asshole ex has evolved)

last chapter

Dreaming of a perfect man while on a perfect vacation in the perfect scenery was, well, perfect. Until the dream ended, and Mila was forced back into reality by the wails of her daughter coming from the next room, the heartbreaking sound kicked Mila’s motherly instincts into high gear, her sleep-addled brain coming into a laser sharp focus within a split second.

“Hey baby girl, what’s going on?” Mila spoke, scooping Mahri into her arms with practiced ease. Mahri’s sobs quieted almost instantaneously, her tears still tracking down her face with a vengeance. Mila tried wiping the tears away, but they were replaced just as quickly.

“It’s okay, just breathe bubs. Whatever’s making you upset, we can fix. It’s all good.” Mila whispered, bouncing Mahri around the room as it had calmed her down when she was just a baby.

“I want Daddy.” Mahri cried, and Mila could have collapsed at the weight of the words the toddler had said. There was a large hole in both of their lives in the exact shape and size of Mahri’s father. Once high school sweethearts, now sworn enemies.

As much as Mila tried to block out all thoughts and feelings related to Mahri’s dad, she couldn’t blame the kid for missing a man Mila herself found missing sometimes. Matyas was Mila’s first love, her boyfriend since 8th grade, and her best friend since kindergarten. They had grown up side by side, acknowledging they had crushes on each other in their second year of high school, and having a baby together by the second last.

Matyas and Mila, contrary to most’s predictions, had stayed together through her pregnancy, and even for a while after Mahri was born. Matyas would bring all of Mila’s schoolwork home and help her work through assessments while she was pregnant, and once Mahri was born, they alternated taking days off school to babysit when members of their family couldn’t.

But something Mila had never admitted to others was that Matyas was an asshole, only kicking into higher gear once they had both finished school. Mila had an acceptance letter for university and a part time job lined up, whilst Matyas hadn’t even bothered looking, preferring to use the excuse of ‘I have a child’ to stop him from venturing into the adult world. Despite this, cooking, cleaning, and looking after the baby was Mila’s job, obviously because she was the woman, the mother.

When Mila finally decided to end her toxic relationship with her lifelong best friend, she was villainized for it. Her parents and friends blamed her for tearing her own family apart, whilst her older siblings were more than supportive, having accidentally witnessed Matyas’ less than desirable traits. Up until about six months ago, Matyas would visit regularly, taking Mahri for her swimming classes, and playing with her at the park, occasionally taking her for the day to save Mila some money on daycare.

However, much like any tale of a teenager, Matyas was single and lonely, and a barrier to being in a relationship was the fact that he had become a father at seventeen. It wasn’t exactly a big check mark next to his name, so when he had told Mila he needed to move on, find someone special, she didn’t anticipate that meant moving on from his daughter. Six months with no contact was the longest Mahri had ever gone without seeing her father, and it was the longest Mila had ever gone without seeing him. Mila didn’t have the heart to tell Mahri, who looked at Matyas as though he hung the stars, that her father wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Yet as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months, Mahri’s cries for her dad became all the more heartbreaking.

“I know, baby girl. But he’s on holiday, remember? He’s having lots of fun in Limbo.” Mila lied, continuing to rock her daughter in her arms, heart feeling heavy as stone at the blatant lies she was forced to tell her daughter just because her ex-boyfriend was a coward.

“I want a new daddy.” Mahri whispered, giving up on keeping her head up, preferring to let it fall heavily onto her mum’s shoulder. Mila couldn’t help but chuckle silently, the unfiltered, mumbled by age, words that her daughter came out with sometimes were what kept Mila going. With a few more bounces, Mila was sure her daughter had fallen back into a deep slumber and moved to lay her back in the small bed, covered with pillows, blankets and stuffed animals.

Mahri’s words echoed in Mila’s head, and as she reached for her phone to send yet another unanswered text to Matyas, Lando’s face appeared on her screen, an incoming FaceTime call that was as daunting as it was exciting. Mila looked over her shoulder, listening for any movement from Mahri before she answered the call, setting her phone against the toaster on the kitchen counter as she began brewing some coffee. It was nearing five in the morning, and knowing she would be usually waking up in an hour and a half meant it was going to be a caffeine fueled day.

“Hey baby boy.” Mila spoke a moment after the call had connected, looking down at the phone to see Lando’s tired face, snuggled up in bed with a small smile on his face. His smile only growing when he heard the fond nickname fall from Mila’s lips.

“Hi love. Why are you making coffee? It’s so late.” Lando mumbled, squinting to get a better look at what Mila was doing in front of him. His eyes devoured her figure, a large tshirt covering the tops of her thighs, and from what he could see, or lack thereof, she wasn’t wearing pants.

“Actually, it’s early. It’s a bit past five at the moment.” Mila replied, giggling at the way Lando seemed entranced by the view of her bare skin, smiling fondly when he snapped out of the trance at the sound of her joy.

“What the fuck are you doing up so early?” Lando almost shrieked, the volume of it causing Mila to startle forward, pressing incessantly at the buttons on her phone to lower the sound, checking over her shoulder paranoid that the gorgeous Brit had woken her barely sleeping baby.

“Oh, sorry. Do you have someone over?” Lando mumbled, looking crestfallen as he recognised the anxious look on Mila’s face. He couldn’t have been so naive to think that a woman as gorgeous as her wouldn’t have company on a Friday night - Saturday morning for her - and it had been about four days since they had spoken, he should have known.

“Uh, kind of. But no, but yes. Fuck.” Mila cursed, trying to find the right way to tell Lando that, yes, indeed she was worried he had woken someone up, but no, it wasn’t the kind of someone he was thinking of. She watched as Lando gulped, his mind spiralling with images of Mila with someone else, and although he had seen it in Austria, it hurt to know that their week together hadn’t meant as much to her as it did him.

“That’s alright. I’ll, um, let you get back to that, I guess. I’m sorry I called.” Lando muttered, moving to end the call when Mila panicked, the thought of hurting the man she was falling in love with had overridden her fears of him freaking out over the fact that she came with a lot more baggage than initially thought.

“I’ll call you later, baby boy, I promise. I want to talk to you, now just isn’t really a good time. I’m sorry.” Mila’s voice was trembling, she could see Lando’s want to get out of the conversation and never speak to her again, and it was the very last thing she wanted.

“It’s fine, you have your own life. We’ll talk soon. Bye.” Lando finished, his voice curt and clipped, but Mila could very clearly see the hurt hidden beneath the thin veil. She felt a piece of her heart break at the sight, knowing she was not only lying to him, but also causing him pain whilst she did so made her question whether it was really worth it hiding the little ball of energy in the next room.

Before Mila could reply, the call cut out, and she was left staring at the photo of herself, Victoria, and the twitch quartet on her lockscreen, something she had changed to remind herself of the amazing week she spent with some new lifelong friends.

Mila unlocked her phone, desperate to get away from the look she and Lando gave each other, preferring to admire her home screen, a photo from hers and Mahri’s most recent adventure to the park, Mahri laughing her ass off at Mila, who was very scaredly looking at the flock of geese running toward them while she took the photo.

Of course she had to give birth to a sadist, and if she was honest, she’d take that over the obvious masochistic trait she had been born with. The conversation with Lando replayed in her mind a million times, part of her wondering why she couldn’t just own the fuck up and tell him she had a kid. It wasn’t like she was telling him she wanted kids with him, or that he already had a kid, fuck if he didn’t want to, she probably wouldn’t introduce him to Mahri for years.

Yes, Mahri was her number one priority, but she couldn’t live her entire life for her child. She was nineteen, a gorgeous woman, and she deserved to be loved. Perhaps she could live her life with her child, and perhaps with someone else too.

But after today? She wasn’t sure she’d get the chance to even try.

[awkward-radar-tech]

An Awkward Tech: Part 5

Summary: It has been 3 months since Matt stayed over at your apartment for the first time, and your relationship is going stronger than ever. His family is having a group dinner, and he invites you to come along and meet the rest of his family. 

A/N: Surprise! I finished this finally! I hope you all enjoy, I have like two or three more parts planned, and anything else I think of for these love birds. Larger time jumps to come. 

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 – Part 9 – Part 10

It was the perfect afternoon, you and Matt finally went to the diner in dapper attire for lunch and now the two of you were sitting in his garden enjoying a picnic while watching the sunset. Life was good with Matt, you loved each other dearly and you couldn’t imagine life with anybody else. His brothers have become less of a nuisance to you, mainly they just say hi if they happen to be around and continue doing whatever they need. One time you, Ally, and the triplets went out for lunch because Ally wanted to approve of this triplet dynamic, and both you and Matt ultimately regretted it because Ally, Ben, and Kylo got along swimmingly and began to trade embarrassing stories about the two of you. And now apparently they have hung out together many times, trading more stories, talking about how grossly in love the two of you are, and bonding so when they become “in-laws” it won’t be awkward as Ally put it to you. You and Matt haven’t even been dating a year yet, just over 7 months, and Ally, Ben, and Kylo believe you’re going to get married. Neither of you have met the others parents yet. You did your best to ignore Ally’s comments, you couldn’t bring yourself to think too far ahead in your relationship.

Matt tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey Angel, you have been offly quiet, is something wrong?”

“Oh no. I’m just thinking about how much I love you Matty.”

“I love you too, princess. I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“My family is having a dinner next week, and I was wondering if you would like to come with me. They all are eager to meet you, so you wouldn’t be intruding, but it will be everyone.”

“What exactly does everyone mean?”

“My brothers, my parents, my maternal uncle, his daughter, my non-biological uncle, my maternal grandma and grandpa, and my mom and uncle’s godfather who is basically my great uncle.”

“Oh wow, that is a large family. I think I’ll come with you, get meeting them all out of the way in one event. And do I get names, or do I have to wait until later?”

“You can have names now. In the order I told you there is Ben, Kylo, Leia, Han, Luke, Rey, Lando Calrissian, Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan ‘Ben’ Kenobi. And yes, Ben is named after him, he helped take care of Luke and mom when grandma Padmé got sick after they were born, and he continued to be a large part of their lives, and now their kids’ lives.”

“That is amazing. What is the story about Lando?”

“Oh, he is a long time friend of my dad’s. My dad has known him just about as long as Uncle Chewie, who I’m not sure yet if he is able to make it. I hope he is, Chewie is the best.”

“Is Chewie his real name?”

“Naw, it is just a nickname he got as a teen. He is very tall and hairy, and where he is from there is this legend about a Sasquatch type thing called Chewbacca, hence Chewie. I don’t even know his real name. I think he legally changed it to Chewie, too.”

“Your family seems very interesting.”

“It most definitely is. I’m excited for you to meet them.”

“I’m excited to meet them.”

The next week, you incessantly text Matt about what to wear for the 8 hours leading to the time he was going to be picking you up. You sent him questions, pictures of the clothes laid on your bed, mirror selfies, pictures you made Ally take of you, links to clothes you could run to the mall and buy, and just general comments of nervousness. He eventually just called you to help calm you down. He told you an outfit to wear, and reassured you that it was perfect. Matt knew this whole mess was due to your nerves about meeting his family, mostly his parents, and he did his best to comfort you.

To help calm you, he arrived early so the two of you could just sit together without anybody around. Ally was spending more and more time at her boyfriend’s, and she left to his place around noon. You felt she was going to move out soon, but that was something you would think about when the time came. You always knew Matt had your best interest in heart, and it definitely showed when he was at your door an hour early holding a brand new fuzzy blanket.

Before you could get a word out he spoke, “I know I’m early, but I figured you would like some time with just me, here alone, before heading over. And I got you this because I know you like fuzzy things.”

You hugged him tight, “Oh Matty, I love you. You’re always so thoughtful and caring. And you’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“I love you too, (y/n). You’re the best girlfriend ever. Are you gonna finish getting ready now, or later?”

While you had your hair fixed the way you liked, and had put on your blouse, you still had on your comfy lounge pants and slippers. “I think I’ll change later, I want to use that blanket now.”

You took the blanket out of his hands and took off the tag and ribbon that kept it folded for display, then ran and launched yourself on to your bed, throwing the blanket over yourself. Matt just laughed at your adorably childish ways, and walked in to join you. He took off his shoes and glasses before climbing in behind you, pulling the blanket over himself and then you closer to his body. He held you close, kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings, and you hummed in content. You loved being held by Matt, he made you feel small and protected, and you could never get enough, especially with the kisses and whispers.

Matt kept an eye on the time, rousing you from the nap you fell into 15 minutes before the time he had said he would pick you up at. He sat on the couch while you finished getting ready, and once you finished, the two of you left for his family’s dinner.

On the ride to his parents’ house you were bouncing your leg in both excitement and nervousness. You hoped that they liked you, that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself, and that Uncle Chewie was able to attend. While everybody seemed interesting to you, Chewie fascinated you the most and you couldn’t wait to meet him. The drive wasn’t too long, only half an hour away from your apartment, enough distance between the triplets and their parents for each set to feel comfortable. You knew there was a strong family bond, one you wished you had, and that while the boys needed their freedom, they could never live more than a reasonable drive away from family.

Matt pulled up to a beautiful two-story house with a nice lawn, exactly what you would expect of the home of a semi-famous senator. As always, Matt opened up your car door before offering his arm to you, walking to the front door. He opened the door and walked the two of you in, explaining that it was easier to keep the door unlocked when expecting guests or family than to have somebody answer it every time.

From down the main corridor, a somewhat familiar woman’s voice called out, “Is that you Matt? And is (y/n) with you?”

While leading you to where the voice was coming from Matt responded, “Yes, Mamma, to both questions. And before you ask, we are walking to you now.”

Entering the kitchen, you found a small woman, one you saw every-so-often on the news, but in far different attire. Instead of the suit she adorned for work, Leia was in a nice t-shirt and jeans with an apron on top. She set down the spoon she was using and took off the apron before coming to greet the two of you.

Smiling a warm smile rarely seen on TV, she came and hugged her son, “Hello my darling at-at, how are you?”

“I’m doing fine, Mamma. I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, (y/n).”

Leia turned to you, “It is a delight to finally meet you, (y/n). You are so much prettier in person, pictures can never capture a person’s aura.”

You held out your hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Organa. I’ve been a fan of your senatorial work since I became old enough to vote.”

Leia softly pushed your hand aside, “Oh, darling, just call me Leia. And I’m more of a hugger in a non professional setting, especially with my boys’ girlfriends, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all, Leia, I’m more of a hugger too.”

Another voice chimed in while you were hugging Leia, “You’re gonna fit in just fine, kid.”

When you looked at the man who spoke, you could tell just from the hair and the way he held himself that this had to be Han Solo, “I am going to assume you are Han.”

He laughed, “You assume correctly. Nice to meet you, (y/n). Matt, along with his brothers, have told us a lot about you.”

“It is nice to meet you. I see where Kylo and Ben get their hair from. But where does Matt get his hair from?”

Leia rejoined the conversation, “That would be from my side. My father and brother both have blond hair, you’ll see when they get here. Although the curls are from Han.”

Matt groaned, “Okay, that is enough history for now. (Y/n), let me show you around the house.”

You took Matt’s hand and waved to his parents, “It is nice to meet you, see you in a little while.”

Matt lead you through the house, passing by his brothers watching TV, and to the backyard. There was a deck and a nice sized grass area, but what caught your eye immediately was the garden taking up the back portion of the property.

You gasped, “Is that your mom’s garden? It is amazing!”

Matt chuckled, “Of course it is my mom’s garden. Most of my succulents are clippings from her’s. Do you want to go walk through it?”

“Oh yes please Matt,” you squeaked out while squeezing his hand hard and jumping up and down.

Matt just shook his head and lead you to the garden, the two of you walking around looking at all the plants for awhile.

Then you heard Ben’s voice call out, “Hey, you two lovebirds! The Skywalkers are here and Old Ben just pulled up with Grandma and Grandpa. And Dad said Lando is a few minutes away with Chewie.”

Matt called back, “We’ll be in in a moment. Thanks Ben!”

“Yes! I get to meet Uncle Chewie!”

Matt just laughed and pecked your cheek before leading you back in. Entering the room where Ben and Kylo had been watching TV, more people were sitting around talking. There was a man that looked about Leia’s age with a beard, next to him was a girl, then there was a white-haired old man with a beard, another old man, and a very fashionable old lady, and you were pretty sure you could figure out who was who. When they noticed you two had entered the room, all conversation stopped, and they looked at Matt expectantly.

Matt cleared his throat before speaking, “Everybody, this is my girlfriend, (y/n). (Y/n) this my Uncle Luke, mom’s twin, his daughter Rey, my cousin, Obi-wan or Old Ben, my mom and uncle’s godfather, and finally Grandpa Anakin and Grandma Padmé.” Matt pointed at each as he said their name and they waved to you.

Padmé spoke out first, “Oh, aren’t the two of you so precious. You compliment each other perfectly. Ani, aren’t their expressions towards each other familiar? I’m so happy my little Matty found somebody so perfect, and I haven’t even talked with you yet, but we will soon enough.”

Little Rey spoke next, “(y/n), do you like sciencey stuff like cousin Matt?”

You went and knelt down in front of where she was sitting, “Why yes I do, I’m going to become a scientist one day, although in a different area than Matt.”

“Oohh! Matty is gonna be coming to my school soon to talk to the science club at lunch, do ya wanna come with him? I’ll make sure to tell Mr. Windu if you do.”

“I’d love to Rey.”

“Yay! Thank you (y/n), you’re the bestest, just like Matt!”

Kylo and Ben chimed in at the same time, “What about me?”

Rey laughed, “You two don’t like science and building stuff as much as Matty, so you guys are lame.”

The two brothers both acted hurt, and Rey just stuck her tongue out at them, prompting everybody to laugh. Matt joined you on the floor, and the conversation continued on, either about stories of past family gatherings or asking more about you. After some time you leaned over to Matt to ask where the restroom was, and he insisted on escorting you.

Once out of sight of the family he kissed you, “I love you so much. And my family does too. Even little preteen Rey likes you, and normally she just sits bored and quiet at things like this. I think you became her idol when you said you were going to be a scientist and would come talk to her club with me. She never believed me when I told her girls could love science, too, but seeing you proved it to her.”

“Aww, you really think so? I’ll talk science with her as much as she wants.”

“You’re amazing, Angel.”

He continued to guide you to the restroom and waited to escort you back, detouring through the kitchen to get some drinks. While in the kitchen, the front door opened, and Han booked it over to the entryway. There were only two people missing from the group, so you knew it had to be Lando and Chewie. Matt walked over to you with the opened drinks and asked if you wanted to go say hi. Telling him yes, you followed him to the entryway, finding the three friends in a big hug. Chewie was taller than you imagined, you pictured a man only a few inches taller than the triplets, but this man was probably pushing 7 feet, not the 6 and a half you were picturing. You couldn’t see much of Lando, but you could see parts of his clothes and knew he had a sense of style. No wonder the triplets dressed so well, having the influence of both Padmé and Lando they couldn’t possibly dress horribly. You began questioning yourself, but you knew that Matt helped pick out your outfit so you were able to stop the growing anxiety. The three friends broke their hug and noticed the two of you standing there.

Han introduced you, “(y/n), this is Lando and Chewie, my long time friends. Guys, this is (y/n), Matt’s future wife, currently his girlfriend.”

Lando stepped forward and held out his hand to you, “It is a pleasure to meet you, (y/n).”

You shook his hand, “It is nice to meet you, too, Lando.”

Chewie placed his hand on your shoulder and spoke with a voice deeper than the triplets, “You and Matt look like a great match, and from what I’ve been told, you are. Nice to meet you kid.”

The two greeted Matt before speaking with Han again, and you and Matt returned to the living room.

Almost to the living room Matt suddenly hollered out, “Hey Ky! Unca Wanwo is here!”

Over the laughter from the room, you could here Kylo yell out, “Hey Rey, cover your ears. Can you hear me? Okay, good. Fuck you Matty-kins! Alright Rey, you can uncover your ears.”

“I think I’m gonna need that story later, Matty.”

“It would bring me great pleasure to tell you.”

Returning to the living room, Kylo glared at Matt. You both sat down and conversation flowed, the three friends joined, and Leia popped in and out, getting help from Ben, Kylo, or Han when needed. You leaned the history behind the many last names, Padmé legally kept her maiden name, but socially went by Skywalker; Leia had the last name Skywalker until she was old enough to legally change it to her middle name, Organa, which was the last name of another family that was close to theirs and helped take care of the twins when Padmé got sick; and then most obvious, Han and Leia hyphenated their last name for the triplets, each keeping their name, but never correcting anybody if called Organa-Solo socially.

Eventually Leia came out and announced that dinner was ready and to help yourself to everything set out in the kitchen, then find a seat at the dining room table.

As everybody was migrating towards the kitchen, Rey ran up to you and tapped your arm, “Hey, (y/n), can I sit next to you at dinner? Matt can sit on your other side!”

“Oh of course Rey, I would love it if you sat next to me!”

She beamed up at you, and you smiled back. What you didn’t notice was everybody else giving Matt a knowing look, you were a perfect fit to the family and he better not lose you.

As you were serving up you food, and helping Rey reach the things set further back, Padmé pulled Matt aside.

“My darling Matty, I know this is really early, but I want to give you this. Your love is so pure, and she is such a beautiful sunflower, radiating light and happiness all around her, I want you to use my engagement ring to propose. Your parents eloped before I even knew they were in a serious relationship so I couldn’t give it to Han. I know you two are taking it slow, and it might be a couple years before it is used, but I wanted to give it to you now so you have it when the moment is right. I love you Matty, and you couldn’t have found the more perfect young lady.”

Matt teared up, “Thank you Grandma, this means so much to me. I’ll take good care of it until I use it, I promise. I love you too Grandma.”

“Now let’s get back and get some food before they notice we’ve disappeared.”

Once served, Matt took the seat on your left, since Rey chose the seat on your right. Everybody ate and carried on light conversation, but once everyone had their fill, you and Matt got put on the hot seat.

Lando began, “So I know the two of you met through school, but what’s the whole story?”

Matt nudged you with his foot to let you know you could tell the story, and so you began, “I was working on one of my final papers when my laptop got a virus. My best friend and roommate knew Matt worked with computers since they were in the same psych class and asked him the next class if he could help. He insisted that he could come over after class, and Ally decided to not give me advance warning and burst into our apartment screaming, waking me from a nap, and then she left a few minutes later for a date. He fixed my laptop, I took him to a small cafe by my building for dinner, and then paid for his meal as a thank you, much to his disliking. The only way he accepted was that I told him he could pay for our next dinner, which became our first date. After the date, Ally celebrated because apparently since the moment she saw Matt she knew we would work and had been trying to find an excuse to introduce us. And I’m glad she found it.”

“Ally what?! And now she thinks we’re sickeningly sweet.”

“Yeah, but that’s the way she is.”

“Alright. So anyways, yeah that is pretty much it. Mom helped me arrange the reservation for that dinner, and (y/n) was definitely surprised and awed by the restaurant.”

Rey gasped, “Are you guys like a fairy tale?”

You smiled, “I think we are. It sure feels like it.”

“That’s amazing. You’re a science princess and Matt is a science prince!”

Chewie joined in next, “Wait, nobody told me you were a science person, too. What are you going into?”

“I’m going to go into bio-chem and help research a cure for cancer in a lab.”

There was a bunch of positive murmurs around the table, and looking over at Rey, she was already looking at you in complete admiration. In that moment you knew this was the family for you, they all were taken away by your career path unlike your own family who, while supporting your decision, didn’t seem to believe it was a good choice or that you would actually help find a cure. You would hold on to them for as long as possible.

“That is truly amazing, (y/n). I can’t even fathom how smart you must be wanting to do that,” Chewie admired.

Before you could deny it, Matt jumped in, “She is the smartest person I have ever met. The way her mind works is amazing. She has such an analytical mind she could find connections between things you couldn’t possibly think could be connected. She can break any concept down into easy to understand language. She will deny it, but she is so smart.”

You just looked at him, his eyes and smile were filled with love and admiration, and you licked your thumb and smudged his glasses.

Matt gasped and pulled off his glasses to clean them, “What was that for?”

You giggled, “That was too sickeningly sweet for even me to handle.”

Everybody laughed at your exchange, and Ben reached across the table to give you a high five.

The rest of the evening was filled with delicious desserts and plenty of family stories you thoroughly enjoyed. You even got a few stories from Han, Chewie, and Lando’s adventures before meeting the Skywalkers.

You and Matt left the same time Luke and Rey did. The four of you said goodbye to everybody else, and walked to the front yard.

Rey tapped her dad, “Hey dad, can Matt drive me around the block in his car before we go?”

Luke looked at you and Matt and you both nodded, “Of course he can, sweetheart. I’ll stay here with (y/n), see you in a bit.”

Rey grabbed Matt’s hand and ran to his car, Matt barely keeping up with her.

As they drove off, Luke spoke, “I don’t know what it is about you, but Rey has never asked any of the boys’ girlfriends anything, she always just kind of glares at them, even when she was a toddler and asked everybody questions. I have a feeling you’re going to be somebody she looks up to, just like Matt, so hopefully you’ll be around for awhile.”

“I sure plan on being around for awhile. I don’t know how I got so lucky, an amazing boyfriend with an equally amazing family.”

“Well, we are all lucky to have you, too. Especially Matt. You’re both sweet kids, with amazing futures ahead of you. I wish you the best.”

Matt’s car pulled up while Luke was speaking so you both walked over, Rey jumping out with a huge smile on her face. She gave you a hug when everybody exchanged their final good nights.

As Matt drove off, he placed his hand on your leg, “My family really likes you, (y/n). They were all bugging me about when I was going to propose to you.”

You laughed, “I really like them too. And boy aren’t they eager, we are still undergrads.”

“That is just the way they are. They know it would be a while if it were to happen, but that doesn’t stop them from asking.”

“They definitely aren’t the most subtle.”

“Never.”

“I love you Matty. Thanks for inviting me.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

The rest of the drive Matt took the time to tell you the story behind Unca Wanwo and at-at. Kylo was slower than the others getting pronunciations down as toddlers and so Unca Wanwo was all he could say, not Uncle Lando, and then both Ky and at-at were nicknames Leia came up with when they were newborns.

As always, Matt walked you to your apartment and kissed you goodnight, but this time was different knowing his family adored you and with the ring burning a hole in his pocket waiting to be used. He would use it eventually, he felt it in his soul, but it would be a while until it happened. Once back in his car he pulled out the ring and smiled thinking about you, and your possible reactions when he proposes, he was the luckiest man in the galaxy.

Tags: (since I’m cool enough to have one now) @bellaren18 

A/N pt. 2: I have read a few fics recently with human Chewie in modern aus, and I felt like that would be a good fit for this story.

[thebastardofgloucester]

all the posts collating reactions to The Empire Strikes Back or writing mock Rotten Tomatoes reviews to imply that the criticisms of this film aren’t worth paying attention to are just…so missing the point

exactly two works that said what ‘Star Wars’ was existed at the time of Empire’s release in 1980: Star Wars (not yet renamed ‘A New Hope’) and Alan Dean Foster’s 'Splinter of the Mind’s Eye’ (a sequel written in case Star Wars was a flop that could be filmed on a shoestring budget and without Harrison Ford. It’s Wild and puts the lie to the idea that Lucas had any idea where the Skywalker story was going; highly recommend)

in the year of our Lord 2017, The Last Jedi was released as the third film in a revival of a six film, single creative vision franchise, with the added baggage of over two decades of novels, comics, video games, and other media (the only thing ever fully expelled from canon was the infamous holiday special, which, honestly, had greater creative merit than some of the stuff that got to stay)

what’s the point? Expectations. No, not people who didn’t want anything to change and are Mad About It or whatever facile narrative the authors of those blog posts and reviews are using to explain why this film is probably more divisive than the goddamn prequels. The problem is that not only does The Last Jedi clash with decades of fandom, it is even at loggerheads with its sister films in this particular revival. and it doesn’t get the same benefit of the doubt that ESB got because that’s not how franchises and fandoms actually work. you don’t get to ignore everything that came before to tell your own story. they have to work together. 

Sure, not everybody read the EU (and trust me some of them are better off for it). But almost everybody saw The Force Awakens, most of them saw Rogue One, and a fair number of them, old and young fans alike, eagerly consumed the New EU content that offered glimpses into how the events of The Force Awakens came about and what mysteries were set up in what was effectively a reboot rather than a sequel. Generally, you know, regardless of how much you hate 'puzzleboxes,’ it is reasonable to expect that what one film sets up will have a payoff in the next, particularly when the first film takes such care to be sensitive to what the fans want (as JJ and Kasden did with TFA) - because while this is a money faucet for Disney, sure, there’s no point in bringing this franchise back without those fans (and of course, their kids) - and what they got from Rian and the Lucasfilm story team was…a confirmation that they had been wasting their time. It’s all well and good to pull the rug out from under the audience (as this film does incessantly) but it’s cynical bullshit to basically bait them with promo material and the preceding canon and then to deliver on basically nothing and expect everyone to just be okay with it. This film effectively penalizes the people who cared the most and spent the most time engaging with The Force Awakens and rewards people who may not have really been here for what Lucas was selling to begin with. As one review put it, it ‘does not care what you think about Star Wars’.

But when you set expectations as deliberately as Kennedy and the Lucasfilm Story Group did in JJ and Kasden’s TFA, it’s not great writing to blow them to pieces mid-narrative. It’s just lazy. the idea that Rey has no connection to the Skywalker line? a good idea, potentially, but clumsily executed, as it is played out less as an important revelation and more an excuse to not actually give any kind of answer to how Rey came to be Ben’s equal on the Light (or why she even is ‘Light’ honestly; I love Angry Rey but there’s seemingly no danger in her temptation) or where she got a skill set rivaled in this franchise only by literal Space Jesus Anakin Skywalker. Snoke is a one-noted villain; having him be betrayed by Kylo in the midst of his own villain arc? a very good idea. it belongs as the climax of the film, not the end of act 2 so there is no time for anything to breathe, just more never-ending crises and hardship.

Like, spare me the 'force visions are unreliable’ (Rey’s was unlike anything we had seen before, it wasn’t Anakin’s nightmare or Luke on Dagobah) bs; the film didn’t say that what Rey saw was wrong for x reason, it just pretended that it never happened and Rey didn’t say anything about it); spare me ‘our heroes have to fail and sometimes all the plans don’t work out’ we know that, we live in the real world of 2017 but while making your clever point you have wasted the presence of three extremely talented actors of color, and let down the audiences waiting for a chance to see people who look like them be the heroes for once. instead it turns out they didn’t actually matter all that much, but maybe next film! 

It’s not clever. It’s not visionary. It’s cheap, it’s cowardly, and it isn’t actually that original because the film leaves us exactly where we expected. Poe is the leader and Leia’s heir to command, Finn is a newly-committed Rebel brimming with unrealized potential, Rey is a Jedi character (amorphously defined) who we know exactly as much about as we started, Luke is gone, even if he went out in pretty spectacular fashion, Carrie’s death means that Leia will be leaving us soon, and Kyle Ben has become the big bad. That’s the only real development - Snoke’s death and Ben’s rejection of his redemption - and it’s buried under Rey, our erstwhile heroine, being a vehicle for the villain’s character development. The only character this film particularly cares about is a white fascist who gets every chance to be redeemed and rejects them while the film expects us to keep caring. 

So, yeah. People are mad. Not because of the same ‘the series is changed forever now’ shit that the haters of ESB were on about. Because the real changes? Ben being the real villain, the smallfolk of the galaxy being the source of light and conduits of the Force? I don’t see anyone complaining all that hard about them. 

the complaints are about the damage done to beloved characters for…not all that much of a payoff. the misuse and marginalization of the characters of color. the disdain with which the script treats the nostalgia of the Force Awakens. the unrelenting pace of the film that just grinds the Resistance (and the audience) down and just tells them to trust us, even as more and more and more is taken away. Rey’s parentage isn’t the only thing cast aside - promises of developments in Finn’s story - his identity, his potential to cause a revolt in the First Order, even his force sensitivity (you want a force user from nothing? how about a child soldier from a nameless family who as we are continually reminded used to be on sanitation crew) - are broken. Rey has her dream of family taken away…and replaced with…well the film doesn’t really bother to say because she’s a plot device for most of act 3. We don’t get to see her reject Ren and leave him. Because this isn’t her story; it’s his. Kylo is unconscious, so the scene is over. Tell me how that is a satisfying arc for our erstwhile protagonist? Poe’s character is completely uprooted from what we’ve seen before to make him an obnoxious hotheaded menace whose emotions threaten the survival of the Resistance if two old white women aren’t able to keep him in check. Rose says a lot and gets to do almost nothing. Luke…Luke is torn down to justify the fall of Ben Solo, never given the chance to establish a meaningful bond with his erstwhile successor, and is only given the chance to atone by acting as a diversion to give the others time to escape. he dies alone, a failure, even if he is at peace with how things turned out.

last year we were shown a movie in the wake of one of the more traumatic political events in the life of the people on this website where a diverse and sympathetic cast fight hard and are entirely wiped out. But their deaths come in a spectacular and charged finale that carries the desperation and grief and pathos through into the beginning of the story we know and love. it all feels worth something. Rogue One has its flaws as a film but it comes together in a way that The Last Jedi does not. In the end, what Jyn and Cassian and the others do is just enough to get the plans away, to start the sequence of events that will lead to the Empire’s destruction.

Here?

there’s just not enough left. not enough of the Resistance, not enough story, not enough hope. 

to have that hope repeatedly stripped away and cynically exploited through a narrative that drags the characters from crisis to crisis without bothering to justify itself or its role in the story (while retreading the highlights of Episodes V and VI without the emotional depth to back them up), and in so doing wears down the audience as much as the characters is not why I have devoted so much of my life and emotional energy to this series about space wizards and their galaxy-destroying family squabbles and eventual chance for redemption. for all his many, many faults, George Lucas understood that.

you can’t just talk about hope. sooner or later you have to see it. You have to feel that what you are suffering will be worth it. The text needs to tell you as much. it’s clumsy and cliched and it is necessary. In the Empire Strikes Back, after Han is captured and Luke is beaten, the turning point is Lando. Lando changes the course of the movie, rescuing Leia and Chewie, who rescue Luke. They live to fight another day, and at the end they are wounded but among friends. 

the moment in The Last Jedi where that could have happened was when Leia’s signal went out. How terrific would it have been if after being betrayed by a scoundrel the original scoundrel with a heart of gold, Lando Calrissian, arrives at the head of a fleet made up of all the alien races so inexplicably missing from the sequel trilogy so far, fending off the First Order long enough for the Resistance to escape with most of the survivors on Crait?

But Rian had to have one last twist of the knife. so nobody came. only Luke, and only as a distraction to buy time that ultimately cost him his life and reduced his legacy to giving everything to atone for his past sins. there is no Lando moment. there is no turning point, no moment where a larger victory is hinted at. and no, a single stable boy far, far away from the war is not the same thing. It makes an interesting point about the force and the metanarrative of Star Wars. It is not what this film needed after everything it put its characters and audience through.

and so at the end I’m not hopeful. I’m just tired. So, very tired. And I miss what made me fall in love with this series about space wizards and the Skywalker family in the first place

[sergiovinazzi]

Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

2.9k words, rated E for everyone :)

Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

——

On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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tag list @lovebynorth @its-astrotea-love

[edie-baby]

Baby Boy Chapter 14 (fin) | Lando Norris

Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.

Taglist: @its-astrotea-love

Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), OC is a w h o r e and i love her.

The weekend passed by quicker than anyone anticipated. Mila found herself sitting in the Mclaren garage, headset on to catch snippets of Lando’s distorted voice through the radio while her eyes were glued to the screen, following the cars as they drove around the Red Bull Ring. Mila had found out through the weekend that it was a track Lando rather enjoyed, and she could tell because of how well he was going.

There were only about ten laps to go, and Lando was in P2, only 1.7 seconds behind Max Verstappen, and over the course of the last five laps, he had been taking chunks out of the Dutchman’s lap times. Mila chewed on her thumbnail incessantly, completely ruining her manicure, and she’d get a talking to by her nail technician when she got home to Prague for a refill, but at the moment, it was the last thing on her mind.

The tensions were high in the Mclaren garage, knees shaking, hands sweating, and a lot of anxious glances. This was the closest this team had come to standing on the top step of the podium, and if Lando kept up his performance, they’d have no issue catching and passing the Red Bull.

Five laps to go, and Lando was in DRS range of Max, but the stubborn blonde was a mighty good defender, holding off the Brit for three more laps. Lando’s chance came on lap 70, when Max missed the apex of the corner, if only slightly, but Lando had been watching each movement like a hawk and saw his opportunity, and by god he took it. Out-braking the Red Bull in the next corner, Lando slid into P1, and the orange clad garage erupted into screams. Mila’s heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes welled up with tears as she watched Lando finally cross the line, the checkered flag waving him into P1, first place, a Grand Prix winner. Majority of the garage was over on the pit wall, waving and screaming as the orange car crossed the line, but as the team ran toward the podium celebration, gathering behind the barriers while congratulating each other, Mila was still frozen in her spot, a few happy tears on her face when Zak walked over to her, a ginormous smile on his face. Mila smiled even more, seeing Lando’s boss so happy for him made it even more real.

Zak reached Mila and pulled her in for a hug, and she was ripped off the stool she had been sitting on for the entirety of the race in the process. One of the mechanics ran over to the two of them, and tossed Mila over his shoulder. She squealed lightly, holding down the back of her skirt against her leg so as to not flash absolutely everyone. The team erupted into more cheers as they saw the silver haired girl being carried over to them. She was hugged, clapped on the shoulder, and had her hair ruffled more times than she could count. A few of the guys pushed her toward the front of the crowd, right up against the barrier, so Lando would see her immediately.

The Brit sprinted over from Parc Ferme, screaming on his way before jumping into the crowd of mechanics, engineers, and other team members who had helped him throughout his time at Mclaren to finally get a win. He was put back onto his own two feet, looking around the crowd until he spotted the 5’2 girl he was searching for almost right in front of him. He apparently couldn’t get his helmet off fast enough, and once it, and his balaclava were tossed to the ground, his arms wrapped around Mila’s waist, planting a passionate, adrenaline filled kiss onto her lips. Mila’s hands cradled his face, their foreheads touching and faces split in half with smiles.

“Congratulations baby boy. I knew you could do it.” Mila muttered, her lips brushing his. Lando smiled even more, squeezing her middle tighter, his lips moving to her ear.

“It was all you, my love. All you.”