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[bigboppa01]

[neon-wonderlands]

[eurotrip]

BMW

M1

Procar

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[lechrts]

For The Record. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fewtrell!reader

Summary: When your brother’s best friend overhears a FaceTime call that was 100% not meant for his ears.

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer/s: teasing :P & fluffy..ish

Vera’s Voice! love a good fewtrell sister x lando trope 👅 hope u enjoy ^_^

It was one of those typical weekends where Lando was over, and as usual, it was a bit mad...

He and your brother felt no remorse as they completely hijacked your evening, crashing your quiet alone time as you were hoping to relax and watch TV in the living room.

Soon, the sound of laughter filled the air as Max and Lando lounged across from each other on the floor, their attention fully consumed by an intense game of Uno in an attempt to kill time, prior to their plans later that night.

Between the competitive banter and their ridiculous snack-eating, it was impossible to focus on anything else. Every time Lando flashed one of his easy smiles, you felt that familiar flutter in your chest—a feeling that had only grown stronger as the years had passed, but one you desperately tried to ignore.

Max was on a winning streak, and after slapping down his final card for the fourth time in a row, he shot up in victory, throwing his hands in the air with a triumphant “HA!”

He grinned, pointing at Lando and laughing in his face with exaggerated glee. “You're terrible, mate,” Max snickered, clearly relishing the moment.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of your brother, practically glowing with pride. He turned to you, still grinning. “Did you wanna play next round?” He kindly offered.

But before you could answer, your phone buzzed on the coffee table, cutting through the noise. You reached for it, seeing your best friend's name flash across the screen

“Hold that thought,” You said, quickly attempting to excuse yourself to take the call.

Max glanced at his watch, his usual carefree demeanor fading slightly. "Ah shit, it’s alright. We have to get going anyway." He turned his gaze to you, but there was a slight hesitation in his voice.

"We'll see you later. If you're up... gonna be out late."

“That’s fine,” You said, shrugging it off before glancing at your phone, seeing that the call had ended, meaning you’d missed it.

Great.

With a quick wave, the two bid you off to your room as they were now getting ready to leave. Max was heading toward the door when he noticed the cold air that hit him like a wall.

"Bit chilly tonight," He muttered, giving a slight shiver. He looked at Lando, who was still sat, scrolling on his phone.

"My coat is in her room, can you grab it for me? I’ll warm the car."

"Sure," Lando quickly stood up and nodded.

After a few moments, he made his way toward your room, his footsteps light and unhurried. He wasn’t entirely focused on the task at hand—he was used to Max asking him to grab things from you—but something about the evening had kept his attention on you.

Lando caught the way you’d been laughing, the subtle blush on your cheeks when you caught his eye. It wasn’t the first time he noticed you, but tonight there was something different about it.

As he approached your door, he could hear the soft hum of your voice on the other side. He paused, realizing you were probably on a call with someone.

Your voice was a little quieter now, a little more intimate. Curiosity got the better of him, and instead of knocking, he leaned in slightly, trying to catch a few words.

"Sorry, was I interrupting your time to make love eyes at Lando?"

Lando’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, barely able to contain his amusement. You’d just admitted—well, your friend had just teased you about making love eyes at him—and now you were going full-on panicked mode, trying to dismiss it.

He couldn’t help but grin wider, leaning in slightly to catch more of your conversation, his curiosity piqued by your words.

"Oh my god, stop!" You groaned, your voice muffled slightly by the distance but still clear enough for him to hear. "You can't keep feeding into this. I'm so sure he thinks of me as his little sister. I can't keep liking him."

Lando’s grin faltered, his pulse racing in a completely different way now. He hadn’t expected to hear that. The idea that you might think of him as a brother was enough to throw him off for a moment, even though he should have expected it. But then the thought of your little confession made him smile even more.

So, that’s how you saw it?

His hand tightened on the doorknob, and for a split second, he was tempted to just barge in and tease you about it right then and there. But instead, he made the decision to be a little more... sly about it.

After a few more moments of internal debating, he knocked softly on the door, knowing you’d probably be scrambling to turn the volume down or hang up by now.

You yelped in surprise, quickly muting the call, but Lando could hear your panicked breathing as you attempted to sound calm.

"Come in," You said, voice a little too high-pitched, and then there was the sound of frantic clicking on your laptop since you had opted to call your friend back on your computer.

Lando’s grin was almost audible, his heart thudding as he stepped into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe, trying to act like he didn't just overhear your entire conversation.

You froze a little when he walked in, immediately trying to compose yourself. “Oh. Lando.” You cleared your throat, acting nonchalant but clearly struggling to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

"Um. What’s up?"

He stepped forward, glancing around the room before walking toward the chair by your bed where he spotted Max’s jacket. He picked it up with deliberate slowness, feigning casualness.

"Max sent me to grab this," He said, holding it up. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking with yours, knowing full well your heart was probably pounding.

“Uh huh.. Um. Was that all?” You said nervously, unsure why he was still stood in your room after he had practically finished the task at hand.

Lando took a step closer, not able to resist anymore. He watched you squirm slightly as you tried to act like everything was fine.

Because of course, you thought it was fine. You were completely unaware of how nosy he had been a few moments ago.

“Just.. for the record…” He started, his voice dropping a little lower.

“I do not see you as a little sister.”

Your eyes widened, and for a second, you felt your heart stop. You glanced at your laptop screen with shock, causing your muted best friend to do what seemed to be screaming.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you fumbled for a response.

"I—what?"

Lando casually shrugged, one hand holding Max’s coat, and the other shoved in his pant pocket, but there was an undeniable intensity in his eyes. “You know,” He said, voice quiet now, “I’m not really sure why you thought I did. But, I definitely don’t.”

Your face went bright red, and you stumbled over your words. “I—I didn’t—I mean, I never—oh my god, Lando.”

He laughed softly, loving the way you were scrambling, the way your embarrassment was palpable. It made the teasing all the more enjoyable. “Relax,” He said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "I just wanted to make sure you knew the truth."

You took a deep breath, doing your best to regain composure, but your heart was still racing from both his words and his proximity. "I’m mortified."

Lando chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "I'm just being honest."

He flashed you a grin as he turned to leave, but before walking out, he paused and looked back over his shoulder. "And just so you know… I think you're pretty great. In case that wasn't obvious."

And with that, he left, leaving you sitting there, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside of you.

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[hwatermelon]

racer seonghwa 🌶️

[almondcroissantsandink]

Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)

[lesbianracecars]

The way some of ya'll talk about the money that pro athletes make betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of how any of this works. Absolutely they're not living in poverty or paycheck to paycheck. But they are still people who exchange labour for capital, the vast majority of them are closer to being just like us than they are to being like the billionaires who pay them.

They spend their entire lives being very good at one thing at the sacrifice of education or a backup plan. They exchange their health and physical well-being for that paycheck. If their careers ended tomorrow, most of them would NOT "be fine". The ones on short term (comparatively to their peers) lower paying contracts do NOT have financial or job security.

This is a labour rights issue!! If you watch sports and are entertained by the labour these people provide it's actually insane to dismiss people who point out the relative lack of security that some of these people have! You're not being smart and you're not being progressive

[wolfythewitch]

things on my brain

- drawing iliad!achilles on a motorcycle (?)

- ,,, or iliad!achilles in a racecar (?)

- champion of elysium!patroclus (hades video game)

- desolation!tim

- odysseus (also possibly on a motorcycle)

- broken horses animatic

- green night au

[surfer-roo01]

Endless summer vibes

[bisexualmcqueen]

mischief with doc >:3

[bigboppa01]

[eurotrip]

[coolthingsguyslike]

[rhubarbes]

Rhubarbes lab