#tate mcrae one shot

[livingdreams97]

Tate McRae -- "Great Coincidence" (Part 1)

Tate McRae x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people from two different worlds, one from the world of sports and the other from the world of entertainment. Two people who meet by fate and realize they have something in common.

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POV You

Being part of the team that won the Stanley Cup this year has been my biggest dream. Ever since I can remember, my biggest dream was to be a professional hockey player and win the Stanley Cup at least once.

What I didn't expect was for that dream to come true in my first season in the NHL, much less right after graduating from college.

But all I can think about as my team raises the big cup in the air, as confetti falls onto the court and the fans celebrate at the top of their lungs , is that I have achieved my dream.

I barely had time to take off my helmet and mouth guard before they put a champions cap with the team logo on my head and the celebration began.

From the moment Aleksander the captain, or Sasha as he is called in the team, raises the cup and the celebration begins until I am at home everything is a blur.

I guess it's because of the excitement and adrenaline of winning. What I do remember is the interviews and shows that came after winning.

With the win and the interviews, my followers on social media increased exponentially in just one day. This overwhelmed me a lot, as I didn't expect so many people to start following me on social media.

But that wasn't the most surprising thing.

The most surprising thing has been the calls my representative has been making me for the last two months, telling me about all the clothing and product brands that want to work with me.

But the best thing of all, without a doubt, is that I have been able to celebrate and share this important moment in my life with my family. Above all with my niece Lucy, who has not wanted to take off her team jersey since I won and every person she meets on the street tells her that her uncle has won the cup.

Which is incredibly sweet to me , but very annoying to my older sister who is the one who has to figure out how to take off her sweater to wash it and the one who tries to shut her up when they are out and about.

Speaking of my sister, I'm on a call with her and from the voice she's using, I know she wants to ask me something.

--Call Emma--

- What can I say, you are her favorite uncle and she idolizes you sooo much. - she exaggerates with an overly sweet voice.

- I'm her only uncle.- I remind her with obviousness. - Your husband is an only child and you have me and Mia. So I'm the only uncle Lucy has.- I laugh amused.

- And what does that have to do with you being her only uncle, with you being her favorite and the one she idolizes the most? - she asks me with a certain angry tone of voice.

- Nothing, I was just pointing it out.- I answer with disinterest.

- Back to the main topic.- she says in a more cheerful voice. -When are you coming to see your niece? She adores you and misses you terribly, because she hasn't seen you since we went to see the cup final in June.- she asks curiously.

- I'm not sure, I'm kind of busy right now with interviews and sponsorships.- I answer, letting out a tired sigh.

- I don't think that going away for a weekend will do anything to you. - she comments with disinterest.

- Emma, what do you want? - I ask directly, knowing my sister very well and knowing that she wants something from me.

- Why do I have to want something to talk to my little brother ? - she asks offended.

- Because we know each other and I know when you want to ask me something and when you don't.- I answer her sincerely. - I'm not that innocent 7-year-old boy anymore that you used as your servant when you were 16.- I remind her with some annoyance.

- Don't exaggerate either, you were not my servant and you are very bad at playing the victim.- she defends herself immediately.

- I remember all the times you asked me to bring you something from the kitchen to your room, or from your room to wherever you were at home. Or when I would carry your backpack to your room when you got home? - I ask her, remembering some of the things she made me do.

- Okay, okay, maybe I took advantage of you a little when you were little.- she admits with a sigh. - But that has nothing to do with the situation now.- she assures me calmly.

- So you're not going to ask me for anything ? - I asked her ironically.

-No.- she answers immediately. -Well yes, but it's not for me.- she retracts immediately causing me to laugh.

- What do you need from me? - I asked with a smile at my older sister's attitude.

- I need you to come to Chicago this weekend.- she asks me and I open my eyes in surprise, thinking that the favor would be to send Lucy a new sweater or something like that.

- I can't do that on such short notice.- I immediately tell my sister.

- I know it's very sudden, but believe me, if you weren't my only option I wouldn't be asking you.- she assures me with some stress in her voice.

- But why do you need me to go to Chicago this weekend? - I asked her, confused by the request.

- Because they told me today that my shift at the Hospital has changed.- she begins to tell me. -But I already had plans for this Saturday afternoon with Lucy and Mia to go to a concert, but with my new shift I can't take them.- she sighs with some guilt.

- Wait a minute, is Mia in Chicago? - I ask confuse, since two days ago I was at my parents house and my little sister was there.

- No, Mia is coming on Friday and is returning to Florida on Sunday, since she was only coming to see the concert with us. - she explains to me and even though she can't see me, she sits down.

- And you want me to take the two of them to the concert? - I assure her, knowing where this is going.

- Yes.- she answers simply. -You would save my life, honestly, and then I wouldn't have to tell Lucy, who has been excited about the concert for months, that we can't go and that she won't be able to go to her first concert.- she explains with some sadness and guilt in her voice.

- You do realize that Lucy is only 7 years old and that she probably forgets that she didn't go to the concert, right? - I ask my sister.

- Have you forgotten when dad took you to see your first hockey game? - she asks me sarcastically.

- No.- I growl in response, knowing that she is right and that game was the one that made me want to be a professional hockey player.

- So you'll come and take them to the concert? - she asks me hopefully.

- Yes, I'll talk to Mia to find out what plane she's going on and I'll try to get a ticket at the same time so we can go together. - I agree, knowing that she's right and that if I can prevent my niece from being sad, I'll do what I can.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved my life. - she thanks me very happily. - You'll see how happy Lucy will be that you're going with her to the concert. - she assure me energetically.

- Well now when I talk to Mia and buy the plane ticket I'll send you a message with the details.- I told her getting up from the couch and walking to my room.

-Perfect, if you have anything just write to me.- she says and we say goodbye.

-- End Call--

Once in my room, I text my little sister and ask her what time her flight to Chicago is.

While I wait for her response, I sit at the desk in front of my bedroom window and turn on my laptop.

My little sister's response didn't take long to arrive and she not only told me the time, but also sent me a screenshot of her tickets.

Thanks to the screenshot, I can see the plane number and the airline she will be traveling with. So with all the information I have, I go to the airline's website and start looking for the flight Mia will be on.

I do a little celebratory dance when I see that there are only 2 seats left on the outbound flight and 12 seats on the return flight. Which means I won't have to catch a plane at a different time.

I quickly buy the tickets and send them to my cell phone. Once the tickets are purchased, I start packing my suitcase for the three days and two nights I will be in Chicago, taking into account the weather in that city.

Once I have everything ready, all I have to do is pack the last things I need on the last day and get on the plane.

Tate POV

After finishing the European part of the tour, it was time for the United States part and it was being exhausting.

I wrote and hearing thousands of fans singing them at the top of their lungs next to me is indescribable. But that doesn't mean it's not completely exhausting and I fall asleep every night as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Today was Minneapolis' turn, where the energy of the crowd was incredible and I left without a shred of energy.

Maycee: I can't move an inch.- complains one of my two amazing dancers lying on the couch in the locker room.

Amari: Are you telling me or are you telling me? - another of the dancers asks sarcastically while lying on the floor.

Stevie: I feel sticky.- complains my other dancer drinking water.

Tate: And then what about me? - I ask them amused, trying to catch my breath. - I'm the only one who sings and dances at the same time, and you're the ones complaining. - I comment, seeing how everyone looks at me badly.

Findlay: That's because you're an amazing artist and we're just mere humans.- she replies with an innocent smile.

Alex: Besides the fact that you are you and the others are not.- he laughs sitting on the floor next to Amari.

Matt: Guys, shower and get comfortable, the bus leaves for Chicago in 40 minutes.- the tour manager tells us.

We all nodded and parted ways to shower and change into comfortable clothes for the night on the US tour bus.

Because unlike the tour in Europe, where we traveled by plane and bus because the distances between places were longer. So travelling by bus alone to get from one place to another in one or two days was impossible.

But on the US leg of the tour, the distances are shorter and we may only travel by bus. Which means movie nights and karaoke until we realize it's too late.

But I think I'll just go straight to bed and rest today. Because tomorrow we'll have all day to explore Chicago while they finish setting up the stage and getting everything ready.

So the next day we will only have to do a soundcheck in the morning and give the concert in the afternoon. Plus, a whole day in Chicago where we've already looked for plans and things to see takes energy.

So as soon as we get on the bus, I go straight to my bunk and as soon as I lay my head on the pillow I fall asleep.

But just before I fall asleep, I feel my stomach churning with nerves, just like it does right before I go on stage. It's like my body is anxiously awaiting something I'm not yet aware of.

POV Your

I roll my eyes at my sister's insistence and her repetitive speech about what I should or shouldn't do in any case. The reason is that she is making up impossible or 1 in a million situations.

Emma: So what do you do if a stranger asks you about your blood type? - she asks me again for the second time.

Y/n: You do realize we're just going to a concert, right? - I ask, tired of her questions. -We're not going to a black market for organs.- I assure her, throwing my head back on the couch and closing my eyes.

Emma: I'm sorry for worrying about the safety of my daughter and siblings. - she defends herself with a certain amount of sarcasm.

Y/n: It's one thing to worry, but you're been obsessive.- I say, relaxing completely against the couch.

Emma: Whatever you say, but make sure Lucy wears her watch at all times and doesn't take it off or lose it at any time.- she points her finger at me seriously.

Y/n: Don't tell me it's one of those watches with GPS.- I look at my sister amused.

Emma: Of course it is.- she answers me with obviousness. -It makes me feel safe if she is wearing it and even more so in situations like a concert, where there are thousands of people.- she explains doing something with her phone. -I just sent you the application and the username with the password.- she alerts me when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Y/n: If that makes you feel safer, I'll do it right now.- I assure her, taking my phone out of my pocket and entering our chat.

I start downloading the watch app on my phone when my little sister and niece walk into the room.

Mia: Are we leaving or what? - she asks excitedly, practically jumping in place.

Y/n: Yes, please.- I ask, quickly getting up from the sofa and approaching the girls.

Emma: Wait until I give you the tickets, you idiot.- she says, passing behind me and slapping me on the back of the neck.

Y/n: Ouch.- I complain rubbing the back of my neck and watching my sister and niece laugh. -And what are you laughing at? - I ask them approaching them raising an eyebrow.

Lucy: We are not laughing, uncle.- She shakes her head vigorously, holding back her laughter.

I quickly approach her and pick her up, tickling her. My niece squirms in my arms, trying to escape the tickling and get back to the ground.

Emma: Here are the VIP passes for the meet and greet and the concert.- says my sister returning to the room.

Mia: Give me, give me, give me.- she asks, running towards our sister and stretching out her hands to receive the pass.

Emma: If you lose it, you'll be left without a concert and without anything. - she reminds her, giving her the pass.

Mia: Not even my worst dreams I'm going to lose this wonder. - she says, taking the pass in her hands and giving it a kiss before hanging it around her neck.

I shake my head, amused by my little sister's attitude, as I approach the eldest of the three and receive the other two tickets from her.

With the tickets hanging around my neck, we walk to the apartment door and Mia is already walking out.

Emma: Remember everything I've told you and be very careful with Lucy, she's been a bit of an escape artist lately. - she reminds me, holding the door when we're already outside.

Y/n: Don't worry, go to work calmly and trust your brother.- I tell her with a smile.

Emma: That makes me worry more.- she assures me, looking at me badly.

Y/n: That's your problem now.- I shrug my shoulders. -Lucy, tell mommy goodbye.- I say to the little girl I still have in my arms.

Lucy: Bye Mommy! - she exclaims excitedly with a big smile.

Emma: Bye honey.- she says goodbye leaving a kiss on her cheek. -And behave well with Uncle Y/n.- she asks her daughter who immediately nods energetically. -Have a good time! - she exclaims as we begin to walk away down the hallway.

Mia: I will if we manage to get there on time.- she answers with a certain attitude.

I just shake my head in amusement at my little sister's teenage attitude. Once in the elevator to the garage, I notice my sister who can't stop looking at herself in the mirror on the wall and adjusting her clothes.

It is at this point that I notice she is wearing a black hockey jersey with grey and white details , with a T8 on the front and a MCRAE 20 on the back. I look over at my niece and see that she is wearing the same jersey.

Y/n: And those jerseys? - I ask, confused by the clothes.

Mia: It's the Tate concert merch.- she answers taking a photo in the mirror.

Y/n: From whoms merch? - I ask confused, exiting the elevator when the doors opened and receiving another blow to the back of the neck, but this time from my little sister.

Mia: Whose is it? - she asks me offended, walking beside me. -How dare you not know who Tate McRae is.- she accuses me, looking at me badly.

Y/n: Do you know who Wayne Gretzky is? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Mia: No.- she answers with obviousness. -But now we are talking about the incredible Tate McRae, who is a singer and an incredible dancer.- she assures me, climbing into the passenger seat when we reach the car I have rented.

Y/n: I'm glad you admire someone, but that doesn't mean I and the rest of the world have to too.- I assure her amused, tying my niece in her high chair and making sure she's secure.

Mia: Anyway, who doesn't know the name of the artist at the concert they're going to? - she asks me as I sit in the driver's seat.

Y/n: Considering that I found out about the concert just a few days ago, I think it's understandable.- I answer while driving towards the stadium where the concert will be. - Besides the fact that I'm only here to accompany you girls, the ones who are going to enjoy and have a good time with an artist that you like.- I remind her with a smile.

Mia: I assure you that you will also enjoy it, Tate is an incredible artist and her actions are very catchy.- my sister assures me while touching the car screen. -And so that you don't go without knowing a single song, for the next 20 minutes you will listen to her most listened to songs and thus you will be able to know some songs.- she says and immediately some upbeat music starts playing. -Because you are not going to embarrass me for not knowing a single song.- she assures me and starts singing when the artist does too.

I just laugh in amusement at my sister and her incredible eloquence. Although I have to admit that I have not stopped bobbing my head to the rhythm of each song and I agree with my sister that the songs are catchy.

But that's something I'm not going to admit to my sister and agree with her that the songs are catchy, because all she needs is to be more conceited at 16 years old.

I just hope that both my sister and my niece enjoy this concert and that they have a good memory of today. Because for me, the happiness of my family is the most important thing in my life.

I want to know what is your guys favorite Tate McRae song?

[haytan]

THAT WAY | T.M

I fell even more in love with Tate while writing this. I have several asks for Tate, so there will be more to come.

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 2396

𓍼 SUMMARY: You and Tate have always been best friends, but what if one night that changes?

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, angst.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room as you throw yourself onto tate’s bed, laughing at something silly the two of you just joked about. the familiar scent of tate’s perfume mixes with the faint aroma of forgotten popcorn in the corner. for anyone else, it would be just another ordinary night. but for you, your heart beats faster than you’d like to admit.

especially after the time you both almost kissed. your breath shaky from the alcohol and the shared quiet, only for both of you to pull away at the last second, too afraid to take that step, and unsure of what it would mean.

tate comes out of the bathroom, distracted, scrolling through her phone. she’s wearing pajamas you’ve never seen before—a pair of short cotton shorts and a top that seems to reveal more than it should. nothing dramatic, but just enough to make you swallow hard.

“comfy over there?” she tosses her phone onto the nightstand before lying down beside you.

“mm-hmm,” you mumble.

tate sighs and pulls the blanket over, casually draping her arm around your waist. it’s something you’ve always done, but tonight, it feels different.

she giggles, tightening her arm around your waist. “you’re so small. i could crush you so easily like this,” she jokes, squeezing a little more as if testing her theory.

“small? not at all,” you protest, trying to stifle your laugh as you squirm to get free. “i’m just… compact.”

“compact? that’s a good one,” she lets out a soft giggle. “okay, compact. bet you couldn’t even get me off this bed if you tried.”

“oh, really?” you raise an eyebrow, accepting the challenge as you try to push tate off the bed. but it’s hard to focus with her arm still firmly wrapped around your waist. “i just can’t because you’re… like, glued to me!”

“sorry, but you’re my official pillow,” she laughs and refuses to budge. mcrae tilts her chin, resting it on your shoulder, leaving your faces dangerously close. “besides, you’re soft. like a cloud.”

“a cloud?!” you roll your eyes, feigning indignation. “that doesn’t even make sense, tate.”

“it does. a warm, fluffy, slightly clumsy cloud,” a mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she pokes your side.

“i’m not clumsy,” you try to keep your tone serious, but a smile forces its way onto your face. “you’re the clumsy one. remember that time you slipped on stage in front of everyone?”

“hey! that wasn’t my fault. the floor was slippery.”

“sure it was,” you bite your lip, trying not to laugh louder.

“okay, very funny,” pokes you again. “but at least i don’t trip while walking in a straight line.”

you’re speechless for a moment, staring at tate with a challenging smile. “that was a low blow,” you try to sound offended, but laughter escapes your lips anyway.

for a moment, the room falls silent again, the only sound being the faint giggles lingering as tate rests her head once more on your shoulder. the closeness between you feels even stronger now, the comforting weight of the girl by your side making it impossible to ignore the warmth rising to your face.

“you’re really quiet now,” tate comments, her voice soft and full of curiosity.

“just… thinking,”

“thinking about what?” she tilts her head slightly, as if trying to figure out what’s going on in your mind.

you hesitate for a second, the words on the tip of your tongue, but your courage seems to vanish whenever tate’s eyes meet yours. “nothing important,”

tate narrows her eyes suspiciously but smiles. “alright. for now, i’ll let it go. but one day, i’ll figure you out, you clumsy little cloud.”

…

the lights flicker in shades of blue and purple, matching the rhythm of the loud music that vibrates through the walls of the venue. after marking and unmarking several times, you, tate, conan, and jenna finally arrive at the party, each commenting on how crowded the place is. the smell of alcohol mixed with expensive perfumes fills the air, while laughter and voices echo all around.

"okay, this place is packed," conan says, looking around with a carefree smile. "i bet half of these people weren't even invited."

"half? more like two-thirds," jenna replies, laughing as she adjusts her leather jacket.

tate, by your side, seems distracted, scrolling through her phone, but you notice that she keeps glancing at you every now and then. as always, she prefers to stay close, even if she doesn't say anything.

you find a quieter spot by the bar, where jenna starts talking to someone she knows. despite the loud music, you can hear the sound of tate’s messages coming in, one after another. she continues scrolling through her phone, distracted, her face lit by the screen.

"who is it?"

tate doesn’t look at you right away but answers casually, "oh, just a guy who started sending me some messages on instagram." she smiles at the phone, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. "nothing special."

you feel a slight pang of something you can't quite define. "really? just that?"

she shrugs, still looking at the screen. "yeah, just that."

before you can say anything else, she puts the phone in her bag, seemingly uninterested in the guy. but you still feel that strange sensation, unsure if you should care or not. maybe it’s not worth it, maybe it’s not important. you try to brush it off.

later, you and jenna are talking to two girls who have approached you. the conversation starts casually, but soon you notice they seem to be showing a bit more interest than usual.

you, especially, are paying more attention than usual, laughing at jokes and engaging more animatedly than you usually do in situations like this. it’s funny, but also a bit unsettling, as if you're trying to prove something to someone, someone specific.

jenna, next to you, seems to be really engaged in the moment, and part of you starts to realize that the two girls are focusing more on you than on the conversation itself.

across the room, tate watches it all, her gaze fixed on you, but with an expression you can’t quite read. there’s something in her face, a slight tension. she discreetly steps away without saying anything, and you see her walk to the other side of the room, clearly uneasy.

"so, you and tate are doing well, right?" one of the girls asks, seemingly curious, but you feel uncomfortable with the question. the reference to tate, to what you have… it’s not a simple question.

"yeah, we’re great," you reply, trying to keep your tone casual, but feeling the weight of the tension grow.

mcrae tries to convince herself that she’s overreacting, that she shouldn’t feel this way. but it’s impossible to ignore how completely at ease you are, laughing and leaning in just a little closer to one of them. the sound of the girls' laughter around you seems to echo unbearably.

conan appears next to her, a bottle in hand, clearly enjoying the party. “what’s up? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

tate just shakes her head. “nothing, just tired.”

conan watches her for a moment before chuckling. “ah, i get it. it’s about her, right?” he discreetly nods toward you.

“conan, no,” she says through gritted teeth, averting her gaze, but it’s too late. he continues.

“you have to admit, they’re kinda… intense, right? they’re having a pretty good time.”

“can we not?” she cuts him off, her voice more firm than she intended.

conan raises his hands in surrender, but the mischievous grin remains, indicating that he was already a little drunk. “alright, alright. i’m just saying… if you don’t say anything, someone else will.”

those words keep echoing in her mind. say what? that she can’t stand seeing someone else so close to you? that she hates how you seem to be having so much fun without her? that she wishes she were the only one to make you laugh like that?

tate says nothing else. she lets out a heavy sigh, slamming the empty cup onto the table harder than she intended. she pushes her way through the crowd, ignoring the people she bumps into, until she finally shoves the door open and steps outside.

and of course, it’s raining.

the first drop hits her face, followed by others that soon turn into a relentless downpour. tate stops on the sidewalk, shoulders hunched as she stares up at the sky, incredulous. “seriously?!” she yells, frustration spilling over. soaked within seconds, she keeps complaining to the dark sky and the empty parking lot. “of course. why not?”

“talking to yourself now?” you ask, your voice loud, still carrying the tone you had inside the party, now facing the heavy rain.

tate quickly turns her head, her hair sticking to her face. “what do you want?” she asks flatly, making no effort to hide her irritation.

“how dry,” you tease, clearly playing with the wordplay and the situation she’s in. she just rolls her eyes and starts walking away, heading anywhere but towards you.

“hey!” you call as you catch up with tate, ignoring the rain to stand beside her. “where do you think you’re going?”

“away,” tate answers with a sharpness that makes your stomach twist.

“on foot? in the rain?”

“can you not give me a lecture right now?”

“no?”

tate lets out a heavy sigh, her shoulders tense, anger visible in her eyes. “what do you want, y/n? seriously, go back inside, leave me alone.”

“what’s gotten into you? just days ago, you were all affectionate, excited… now you’re being a jerk, pushing me away.”

the grimace she makes is almost comical, but her tone leaves no room for laughter.

“yeah, that’s what you heard, jerk,” you say, almost whispering the word with venom you didn’t know you had.

“my god,” she starts, her teeth clenched, “shut up before i drown you in that… that puddle!” she points, impatience clear.

“no! since… since that day, you’ve been acting weird. one minute i’m your best friend, everything’s perfect, and the next i do something you don’t like and you’re all ‘leave me alone.’ it doesn’t work like that, okay?”

“what do you want me to do? pretend everything’s fine? that we didn’t almost kiss and you shoved me away at the last second? because that’s what happened, y/n!” her chest rises and falls with anger, her eyes shining as if she wants to explode.

“you’re talking like i committed a crime! you were drunk, damn it! i was just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret. i was protecting you!”

“and have you ever thought that maybe i didn’t want to be protected? maybe i wanted to kiss you, damn it! and maybe i still want to now! but you’re so annoying and unbearable and-and ridiculously beautiful even in the rain and… i hate you!”

you stand there, soaked, heart racing, the sound of the rain growing quieter as her words echo inside you. when tate breathes deeply, her chest still heaving with anger, you feel an irresistible urge to make a decision, to end the cycle of tension that seemed never-ending.

then you kiss her.

an impulsive, desperate act, as if all the words and glances accumulated over the days exploded right there, in that moment. you pull her by the waist, and your lips meet urgently. at first, it’s wet, strange, and her surprise still hangs in the air. but, as you had imagined—and wished—tate reciprocates, and everything around you disappears.

the taste of her lipstick, sweet and smooth, lingers, even as the rain washes it away. mcrae wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. the way your bodies fit together never fails to drive you crazy, as if you were made for each other.

when your lips part, you both stand there, breathing heavily, eyes locked, as if trying to understand what just happened. the silence between you is dense, heavy, but at the same time, comfortable, as if something had been resolved once and for all.

with your foreheads touching, tate wears a shy, yet genuine, smile, while the rain still pours down on you both. “i… i really wanted to kiss you,” she admits, her voice soft, but full of sincerity that touches you deeply.

you laugh, almost without meaning to. “really? i didn’t even notice.”

“are you laughing at me?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and a touch of insecurity.

“i’m not laughing at you,” you reply, still laughing a little, but with a sparkle in your eyes. “just… at us, you know? this moment, the rain, the fact that… we couldn’t do anything right.”

tate raises an eyebrow, but her expression softens. “i think ‘couldn’t do anything right’ is an understatement, right?”

you make a face, trying to hide your smile. “yeah, okay, maybe i exaggerated a little. but still, this isn’t a story for just anyone… maybe we got it right.”

tate laughs softly, the sound muffled by the rain. “maybe we did. but… what happens next? because i… can’t stop thinking about it.”

“i don’t know…” you’re honest, you really don’t know. you never imagined fighting with your best friend in the rain and then kissing her… well, okay, maybe you did imagine it. but it’s different now, it’s real. “but i’m willing to find out, to try. if you want to too.”

“i do,” her voice a little firmer, as if she’s made a decision. “i don’t know what this means, but… i want to try too. i don’t want this to be just a moment, y/n.”

you smile, feeling something in your chest ease, as if a wall that had been there for so long was finally coming down. “i don’t want that either. but… this is going to be complicated, right?” you say, a little quieter, like it’s a realization of something you both know, but no one wants to admit out loud.

tate lets out a chucke, a soft smile on her lips. “probably. but i think we always do things the complicated way, right?”

you chuckle too, the sound blending with the rain that’s slowly tapering off. “yeah, seems like it.”

thanks for reading <3

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Kiss Me - OP81

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pairing: oscar piastri x popstar!fem!reader (fc - tate mcrae)

summary: oscar fancied the worlds current favorite popstar, but he won't give up until she notices him

w/c & a/n: smau | I have the SAT tmr but here I am writing fics instead 🫶🏻 yolo

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[goldsainz]

# OP81 — 2 HANDS !

MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ you and oscar announce your relationship by having him feature in your music video.

002. NOTE !

✯ i kinda went crazy with the editing at the beginning, but i loved doing it. might be the best part actually.

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f1gossip Well, there we have it. After some speculation it seems that our resident under-the-radar f1 driver is ready to confirm his relationship with the pop star of the moment, YN.

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user1 wait didn’t lando say she was a “cutie” once?

⤷ ynfan2 yes😭

⤷ user1 yikes that’s awkward

oscarfan1 THATS MY DRIVER RIGHT THERE

ynfan3 my jaw actually dropped

user2 WAIT WHY DID LANDO LIKE THIS

⤷ f1gossip he’s always lurking👀

oscarfan2 i’m speechless

oscarfan3 yeah i don’t think he will actually appear

ynfan4 if this is just a pr stunt i will be so mad

oscarfan4 lando basically confirming this is pure gold

⤷ ynfan5 messy is his middle name

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oscarpiastri Very fun to be “guy who eats cereal in background”. Stream 2 Hands 🧡

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oscarpiastri and yourusername updated their instagram stories!

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[afterglowsainz]

we can’t be friends | lando norris

pairing: singer!reader x lando norris, reader x ex!alex albon

summary: you cheated on your boyfriend with lando two years ago and you are still not able to feel happiness without him, but neither with him

fc: tate mcrae

warnings: cheating

a/n: first fic of the year let’s go!! a bit late but still so happy that lando won in abu dhabi 🫶🏽

—

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landonorris vegas was good to me :) ☄️

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mclaren the celebs came for one last run at abu dhabi 🧡

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[geotjwrs]

Hi could you write a Tate McRae x Male Reader Imagine where Y/N surprises her during her tour.

Thank you so much in advance.

anywhere for you

Pairings ; Tate McRae x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The hotel room was quiet except for the faint hum of city traffic outside. Tate sat curled up on the couch, staring at the TV but barely processing anything on the screen. She was exhausted—not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, in every way possible. Tour life was everything she had dreamed of, but it was relentless.

City after city. Show after show. Barely enough time to breathe before she had to be on again. She loved performing, loved the energy of the crowd, loved seeing people scream her lyrics back at her. But the in-between moments? The lonely flights, the cold hotel rooms, the nights where she barely got any sleep because she was too wired from adrenaline? Those were starting to wear her down.

She sighed, unlocking her phone to check her messages. The group chat with her friends was blowing up inside jokes, memes, a few blurry pictures from someone’s night out. It was nice seeing them all still having fun, but it also made her feel so far away from everything normal.

And then there was your chat.

Tate clicked on it, scrolling up through your messages from last night. You had called her after her show, like you always did, just to check in. It was late for you, but you never seemed to mind.

“You killed it tonight. I watched the clips, crowd was insane.”

“Miss you.”

“Make sure you actually sleep, okay?”

Tate exhaled, biting her lip. She missed you, too. So much.

She typed out a quick message.

Tate: Wish you were here

You: Me too

Simple. No complaints, no pressure, just honesty.

Her chest ached. She wished she could see you, even for a second, even just to get one of those stupidly warm hugs you always gave. But you had work, and she had shows, and—

A knock at her hotel room door interrupted her thoughts.

Tate frowned, glancing at the time. It was late. Had she forgotten about a meeting?

Dragging herself off the couch, she shuffled over to the door and cracked it open.

And froze.

Because standing right there, hands stuffed into your pockets, was you.

For a solid three seconds, she just stared, brain failing to catch up with what her eyes were seeing.

You gave her a small smile. “Hey, superstar.”

Tate’s breath hitched.

Then, before she could even think, she launched herself at you.

Your arms wrapped around her instantly, warm and strong, holding her like she was something precious. She buried her face in your shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You’re actually here?” she mumbled against your hoodie.

You chuckled softly. “Yeah. Told you I’d visit, didn’t I?”

She pulled away just enough to look at you, still gripping your hoodie like she was afraid you’d disappear. “But you had work, and you didn’t even tell me—”

You shrugged. “Took some time off. Thought you could use a surprise.”

Tate let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the way her lips curled up betrayed her. “Yeah,” she admitted, “I really do.”

You reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing against her cheek. “You look tired.”

She sighed, leaning into your touch without meaning to. “I am tired.”

“Then let’s fix that.”

An hour later, Tate was curled up next to you in her hotel bed, her head resting against your shoulder as the TV played some random movie in the background. She wasn’t even paying attention to it just listening to the sound of your breathing, the steady rise and fall of your chest.

“You didn’t have to come all this way, you know,” she murmured.

You hummed. “I know.”

She tilted her head up to look at you. “But you did anyway.”

“Of course I did.” You ran your fingers gently over her back, tracing slow, absentminded patterns. “You looked like you needed it.”

Tate let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You always know, don’t you?”

You just smiled. “Yeah.”

She sighed again, this time lighter. Everything felt lighter with you here. The exhaustion was still there, lingering in the background, but it didn’t weigh on her the same way.

“I miss you,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“I miss you too,” you admitted. “But I’m here now.”

And that was enough.

For tonight, for this moment having you here was enough.

[trashytracktales]

Girl you have A GIFT!!! WTF! Inked was out of this worldddddd!! Thank you for your service captain!!! I wonder how !tattooedreader and lando continued their night after THAT discovery.

I’m on my knees.

Can i address that your writing gives me major Tate McRae songs vibes? Have you read the lyrics of 2hands? or sports car ??

sports car lyrics literally say “on the corner of my bed, or maybe on the beach, or you could do it on your own while looking at me!!” OR “You got a sports car, we could do it in it while you drive it real fast” 😭😭😭

screams Lando all over it

te amo adiós 😭

Ayyy thank you so much, love! I’m honored to be your John Keating in this emotional spiral, truly 🤧

And listen, Lando has stamina. We’ve established that. If anything, THAT discovery in Inked *wink* was just the starting point. However, all I can tell you is that he definitely took his sweet time and went further with it.

As for the comparison, I’ll take that as the highest compliment! I’m an old soul with a pretty niche taste in music, so I don’t dive into mainstream stuff often. But if you say my writing gives you those vibes, hopefully in a good way, then I’ll trust your judgment 🤍

[madsswrites]

"I think you know what this is…"

Newly divorced Hermione Granger does the most impulsive thing of her entire life: she buys herself a ridiculously expensive sports car and books herself a pre-paid spa weekend at a five-star hotel in the Lake District for her first Valentine's Day alone in eleven years. The only problem is, about halfway there, her fancy car breaks down in the middle of a snowy one-lane country road surrounded by sheep fields. With a nearly dead phone and only one auto repair shop in the area, Hermione finds herself out of luck. Or… until she meets the sole owner of the shop: Draco Malfoy.

The man who disappeared off the face of magical existence three years prior.

How many things can one do in a sports car? Well, Hermione is determined to find out.

fic: I think you know what this is by ethereal_mads on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62566462/chapters/160143172

[uhohsturniolo]

lil love bug !

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ t. 22. queer. they/she. american. reader & writer. always tired. chratt girl. tate mcrae & sabrina carpenter groupie (/j). music lover, too many to name. hardcore hockey fan. fortnite girl, especially festival. will take forever to drop a fic. will also probably overwrite.

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︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ just wanted to get this intro up so my page isn’t blank !!

[sadgirlautumn]

Screen Violence - CHVRCHES is my all time favorite album

I think I did listen to it once in full last year and completely forgot about it I need to listen to it again 😭

[jamminvroomvroom]

give me a reason.

LN x fem!reader

in which… ‘the one where’ lando needs to get his shit together, or lose the love of his life…

hi! it’s me! back again with angst, fluff and filth! i needed to get this the hell away from me bc i worked on it so long that it kinda stopped making sense so i fear this isn’t my best work oopsie! anyways, thanks for being the best bunch ever and pleaseeeeeee let me know what you think - likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside soooo you know what to do…

songs to set the vibes: hoax by t swizzle, no i’m not in love by tate mcrae, come over by noah kahan

warnings: 18+!! minors BEGONE! smut, angst!! but also fluff sooo..! friends to something worse to lovers, lando needs to be shot ngl, lando is so messy, max is yet again a victim, r loves wine a lot, alcohol use, swearing, lando has a bitchy gf (we hate her!) for a bit, r is just a girl, p in v, general sex acts, unprotected sex (sigh)

8.2k words

you’re perched at the edge of the booth watching. pietra plies you with drinks, knowing full well that it’s the only way you’re gonna make it through the evening. max sits beside her, an arm wrapped loosely around her shoulder as he glares at his best friend at the bar.

“he’s such an idiot.” max sighs, polishing off the rest of his drink in one. he knows he’s about to have his ear talked off about lando’s latest fling.

“such an idiot.” p scowls. you just laugh, reach for another shot of vodka.

“what do you guys expect?” you sneer, faking a smile as the bitter liquid warms your belly.

“you guys are meant to be together.” max states. p nods quickly, but pauses.

“not sure if he even deserves you though, baby.” she coos, squeezing your arm softly. you thank her with watery, bleary eyes.

lando’s on his way back over now, the pretty blonde he’d been chatting up for the last ten minutes tucked under his arm. that shuts you all up, but the cold air blasting out of the dimly lit booth could give lando and his mystery woman fatal hypothermia.

“guys, this is casey.” lando grins toothily, ushering you to move around in the booth so they can sit with you. you end up sat between pietra and casey, smushed uncomfortably into the sticky pleather. lando makes the introductions.

“my best friend max, his girlfriend pietra, and,” he clears his throat when his eyes fall on you. “and, um, my other friend.”

my other friend.

you didn’t think he could reach a new low.

“wow.” you hiccup, wriggling closer to pietra.

“i thought she was your best friend.” pietra narrows her eyes at lando, keeps her voice light and teasing.

casey is beautifully oblivious, sky blue eyes remaining firm on the racing driver at her side. you want to throttle them both.

“course. yeah.” he laughs it off awkwardly, before placing all of his attention on his latest conquest. it sounds harsh, sure it does, but you know lando and you know how he operates.

“i’m going. thank you,” you say directly and loudly to max and p, who are shuffling from the seats so you can get out of this prison of couples that you’d been so cruelly trapped in. “for a nice evening.”

you don’t bother to say goodbye to lando.

-

you spend the next morning crying into a cup of coffee, wrapped in three different blankets. deeply, devastatingly hungover.

you spend the afternoon that follows on the phone with max.

“it’ll be over in days, hun, don’t even worry about it. he’s probably trying to get her out of his place right now and can’t even remember her name.” max reassures, and while history would suggest him to be right, something inside of you twists with dread. “i don’t know what he’s playing at.”

“you told me that he… you said he liked me, max.” you groan, hot with embarrassment.

“he did! he does! he thinks you aren’t interested so- “

“i don’t wanna hear it max. i went to abu dhabi, flew in just to surprise him, to finally fucking tell him, and… well you know what happened.”

you’d walked into his hotel room and found him balls deep inside someone else.

needless to say, you weren’t convinced that he was as hopelessly, pathetically in love with you as max claimed him to be; as hopelessly, pathetically in love with you as you were with him.

“i know, i know, but he was hurting. doesn’t excuse the, uh, emotional warfare, but he doesn’t know how you feel.”

“well, at this rate, max, he never will.”

-

you’re stupid for being excited for the group dinner you’ve planned. everyone’s coming, max and p, martin, some of the boys and some of your girls. and lando. you haven’t seen him for a week, not since caseygate, and if you’re being earnest, you don’t really want to. at least he’ll be alone, you think. he doesn’t bring his hookups to group plans.

you think, and god laughs.

he’s the last to arrive, the same blonde with the same striking blue eyes tucked under the same stupid arm. you sink your glass of wine before they even get to the table, leg bouncing frantically against the chair. you swear you see pietras lips recoil into a snarl.

“did you know he was bringing her?” she hisses quietly to max, looking at you cautiously.

“obviously not!” max defends, nostrils flaring.

“sorry we’re late.” you hear from the head of the table. “everyone, this is casey.”

-

half an hour later, after having the magical story of their blossoming relationship shoved down your throat, you escape to the bathroom.

you’re fixing your lipgloss when the door swings open. in casey walks, complete with a hair flick and a tacky, expensive handbag.

“oh, i didn’t even realise you were here tonight.” she speaks, sickeningly false. “i thought i’d notice such a good friend of lando’s.”

you suck in a breath.

“i wouldn’t get too used to little old me.” you shrug, meeting her condescending grin with a better, badder one. “or lando, quite frankly. he’ll get bored soon.”

you leave her in the dust, only letting yourself shake with rage when you know she can’t see you. you bypass the table completely, shoot p a quick text that says you’re going home, and wait for the maître d' to hand you your coat. you wait outside the restaurant for your uber, glance back to see if anyone had even noticed you’d gone. by anyone, you mean one person, and one person only.

lando’s looking around the table, something vacant in his eyes. it’s perhaps the first time you’ve properly looked at him all night. there’s something withered and haunted in his eyes, even from so far away you can see it. he seems to be searching for something, something that he can’t place. someone.

you see that same tired face in your dreams that night, joined by a pretentious, condescending smile, taunting you while you toss and turn.

-

casey becomes such a constant that you’re shocked that lando eventually comes to a party without her. it’s pietra’s birthday, and max is throwing her a party at their apartment.

you’re there early to help max set up when lando walks in, better rested than the last time you’d seen him. he’s wearing a loose white button up and light wash jeans that sit just right, curls a crown atop his head.

“no casey?” max asks subtlety as him and lando hug. you make no move to greet him.

“nah, she had other plans.” he scratches his nose as he says it, and you know it’s a lie. it’s been his tell as long as you’ve known him.

max stares awkwardly between you both, gesturing his head wildly towards you when he knows you’re not looking. lando shrugs, frantic silent conversation transpiring between them until you turn around.

“fuck, forgot candles. silly me! be back in ten.” max doesn’t give you a chance to breathe before he’s darting out the door, jacket slung over his arm. you glare as he disappears out the door.

“you gonna talk to me?” lando questions, hands shoved deep in his pockets. he tries to sound light, nonchalant but it just comes off standoffish, an awkward reminder of just how much distance there is between you now, and how much there has been since he made it his personal mission to sleep with every woman he laid eyes on. except you.

“depends.” you reply flatly.

“on?” you can hear his footsteps against the hardwood floor, inching closer and closer. your hands shake as you untangle the balloons, pouring them out of the packet onto the table. you feel the heat of him before you see him, closing in on you. it’s been so long since you’ve been this close to him that you can anticipate each movement before he even makes it, your senses ultra heightened.

your breath shakes.

“on?” he presses, aware of just how stubborn you can be. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing, lando. tired, busy, the usual. nothing crazy.” you attempt to shrug him off, but apparently he’s not done with you.

“then why can’t you look at me? did i do something?” he chokes out a laugh, a revelation of how uncomfortable he is.

you brave the sight of him, turning slowly until you’re face to face. he looks beautiful, freshly shaved, curls tamed back but not enough to stop them from hanging over his forehead to frame his face. just the way you like them.

“see? nothing wrong.” you smile tightly, wondering if he can see the effort it takes to make your face move for him, if he can see the tension coursing through your veins like electricity. he seems to scan your face, taking his time, before he sighs, hums like he’s finally satisfied.

“so you’ve been busy?” lando asks, trying to revert to your status quo, but you can’t bare the agony of pretending. “hardly seen you since, uh, abu dhabi.”

“yep.” you quip, disappear into the kitchen just as you hear max’s keys in the front door.

-

a few hours later everyone’s had too much to drink, and the party is in full swing. lando’s persisted more than you thought he’d bother to, and you’ve managed to exchange sentences made up of more than three words apiece. you’ve left your circle to get a drink, about to slip into the kitchen, but hushed whispers stop you from entering.

your blood runs cold when you realise that one set of frantic whispers belong to lando, the other to max. you feel that you should leave, come back when it’s all clear but something tugs on your heartstrings and ties you to the threshold of the room. maybe it’s the possibility for closure, or worse, hope.

“mate you called me basically crying, telling me how in love with her you are, and when she gets there, you’re fucking someone else! what the fuck do you want from her, man?” max spits.

“how the fuck was i supposed to know she was gonna show up?” lando retorts, an edge of desperation in his voice.

“the real question is: why would you sleep with someone if you feel that way about her? why are you fucking around? why are you with casey?”

“because i was hurt, max! she’s been going on all these dates, talking about guys she’s seeing and, what, i’m supposed to put my life on hold waiting for her to love me back? i can’t do it anymore. i can’t.” lando’s voice cracks at the end and you lean into the wall, unable to feel your legs.

“you could have told her, you idiot.” max is having none of the pity party, it seems, finally ready to knock some sense into your mutual best friend.

“and ruin everything? she clearly didn’t want to be with me.” lando argues. max sighs.

“if you actually think that, then you’re a lost cause, mate.” you hear what you assume is. sympathetic slap on the back.

“i’m doing fine with casey, i’m finally getting somewhere. jesus, i haven’t even slept with her yet.” lando whines. your heart stops on the other side of the door.

“so, it’s serious then? you and casey?” max asks, skeptical.

“it could be.” lando admits.

you put yourself out of your misery, loudly opening the door to the kitchen. you act aloof, surprised to see them, but the crease in your forehead is all max needs to see. he knows you heard at least some of it. fifteen years of friendship with him means he can read you like a book. fifteen years of friendship with lando has done nothing but break your heart.

“sorry, guys, didn’t know you were in here.” you feign nonchalance. “just need a drink.” you slide past lando, watching the way his back ripples with tension at the slight brush of your body against his. you let out a deflated breath, wrapping your hand around a cold can of god knows what. all you know is you need a drink, and you need to get out of this fucking kitchen.

you find pietra on the makeshift dance floor, join her and your friends to spin and twirl and forget about the man who’s stood in the corner doing nothing but watch you.

-

a week passes. lando’s wine drunk. you’re laying across one of his sofas, sharing with him, and max and p sit on the other sofa. you’re all giggling about nothing in particular, latest gossip, old anecdotes, random shit that no one’s sober enough to not laugh at. it feels like balance is being slowly restored, like the good old days before it all went sour.

“still can’t believe you did a whole lap of the ski lodge naked.” you tease lando, smirking at him from your end of the sofa. you nudge his thigh with your foot, and he grabs your ankle, thumbing over the sensitive skin.

“a dare is a dare.” he replies, grinning back at you, his gaze lingering even when max interjects.

“again, mate, no one fucking dared you to do that.” max shouts, and you all descend into laughter again.

“i did not need to see some of the things i saw that night.” p grimaces playfully, and you can’t help but flush at the memory of lando’s bare ass disappearing into the snow.

“agreed.” you say, drawing lando’s eyes back onto you.

“you know you loved it.” he raises an eyebrow at you, and you stare bashfully into the wine glass in your hand. you feel his hand squeeze, nails ghosting above your ankle, making you shiver.

“got an early morning tomorrow, fuck.” max groans. “better get going.”

you hug him and p goodbye, graciously offering to help lando tidy up a little as the couple leaves the driver’s london apartment for their own.

you’re carrying empty glasses into the kitchen when you spot it, and it stops you dead in your tracks. the same handbag that casey had carried into that bathroom all those weeks ago. your skin tingles, a phantom touch making you burn.

“so you and, uh, casey are getting serious, huh?” you mumble, finally making it into the open plan kitchen.

lando stands on the opposite side of the marble counter, a tea towel slung over his shoulder, disgustingly domestic.

for her, though. never for you.

“not sure.” he responds flippantly.

“must be, can’t remember the last time you kept a girl around this long.” your attempt at a joke falls flat, even though he’s still tipsy, flushed with alcohol.

“s’that supposed to mean?” lando asks, boyish and defensive.

“nothing, just… you haven’t really seemed in a relationship-y place.” you remark, trying to appear casual as you place the glasses on the countertop.

“i wasn’t but i realised i needed to get my shit together. haven’t even-“ he starts, but cuts himself off abruptly.

“haven’t what?” you press, finding a cloth to wipe the marble clean.

“don’t wanna make things weird by telling you that kinda stuff.”

“lando, you called me when you lost your virginity and couldn’t find your way out of her apartment building. commando. you can tell me.” you deadpan.

as much as you could do without a play by play of his newfound relationship and changed ways, he’s your friend first, and he seems like he needs a shoulder. it would be careless, cruel, even, to deny him of that.

“well, we haven’t, uh, you know.” he looks at you intensely.

“oh. still?”

lando looks at you strangely, wondering what on earth you mean by that, but you swoop in with a get out of jail card that stops him from figuring out you’d eavesdropped.

“i mean, haven’t you guys been together for like a month?” you continue.

“yeah but i guess i figured i should take it slower, deviate from my, uh, usual way.” he admits, scratching his neck.

“oh, that’s… nice.”

“not according to casey.” he mutters, slinging the tea towel across the counter, frustrated.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you enquire, avoiding eye contact.

“i don’t know, she’s just… she wants it and, fuck, i was trying to be a good fucking guy for once.” lando sighs, disheartened. his eyes are trained on you but you can’t meet his gaze, it would destroy you. “i spent so much time unhappy, wanting something i can’t have, so now i just… what would,” he inhales sharply, centring himself. “what would you want?”

“huh?” you squeak, daring to look at him. the room fades away in the intensity of his stare, his eyes boring into yours. the counter that separates you grounds you, stops you from dropping to your knees and begging him to love you.

“what would you want? how would you want that to be, your first time with someone?”

you stop breathing, curling your fingers around the cool marble.

“i… i don’t know.” you whisper.

“sorry, i knew this would be weird.” he rushes out.

“no, it’s not! well, yeah it is, but,” you inhale deeply. “if it were me, i guess i’d want you to… catch me off guard.” you murmur, leaning against the counter, the swirled marble cool against the bare sliver of skin that your ridden up t shirt exposes. “you know, with a really good kiss - soft at first, but the kind that… as it gets deeper, you know something so good is about to happen.”

lando stares at you, mouth hanging open as you speak softly, so earnestly, into the empty space between you. it seems like a million miles keeps you apart, and his eyes go wild, hungry, like he wants to crawl over the surface and pin you to it as he hangs on to your every word.

“i don’t really know,” you continue, trying to brush it all off, pretend that your entire body isn’t on fire, like you’re not itching for something that cannot be scratched. “but i suppose you’d pull me close, so i’m pressed up against you, and then it would get kind of sweaty, blurry… and then it’s just happening.”

lando seems to be bracing himself, holding position, a tension running through his body that wasn’t there before. he’s flushed, and if you squint, there’s a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his forehead, giving him away. your nails dig into your palms, a reboot to your system, and you shuffle backwards awkwardly, recoiling from the counter that keeps you from him.

“okay. uh, okay.” he whispers, nodding rapidly. “i’ll keep that it mind.”

“i’ll put the glasses away in the dining room.” you tell him hurriedly, grabbing the stems and hurtling out of the kitchen. when you reach his dining room, where the air seems to be much thinner, normal, you exhale shakily and book an uber.

“thought you would stay here.” lando strains when you tell him, watching you shrug your coat on.

“can’t tonight.” you reply, clipped.

“can we… can we get dinner this week maybe? just us?” lando pleads, doesn’t even try to hide the desperation in his voice.

“lando… i don’t think that’s a good idea.” you finally give up the ghost, looking him right in the eyes.

“why not?”

“you know why.”

he breathes your name, takes a step closer to you as you take a step back.

“no, i really don’t. why have you been so distant? i know what you saw in abu dhabi was weird but-“

“do you know why it was weird, lando? do you know how that made me feel?”

“no, because you haven’t said anything. tonight was the first night in months that you’ve seemed okay and now you’re being off again.”

“imagine finally thinking that the guy you’re in love with finally feels the same, only to walk in on him fucking some random person.” you bellow, tears slipping over your waterline. you breathe heavily, the admission taking tons off of your shoulders.

“what?” he gasps, jaw going slack.

“forget it.” you mumble, backing away towards the door. you can’t believe the relief you feel, exhausted from the pretending. you can’t even bring yourself to care about the repercussions.

“no, i- what the fuck did you just say?” lando’s eyebrows are drawn together tight, confused.

“you heard me.” your words are hushed, shy, laced with a tremble that makes his chest ache.

“i didn’t know.” is all he can say, staring at you with a desperation that makes you want to stay. you know better.

“it doesn’t matter now. you said yourself, you wanna be happy with her. so do it, go be happy with her.” you tell him, your lack of malice astounding.

“why can’t you fight for us?” he whispers, finally dares to go there.

“i did. abu dhabi. that was me fighting for you.” you scoff at his audacity. “why can’t you fight for us?”

“i didn’t know.” he repeats, voice going up an octave with annoyance. “imagine watching the girl you’ve been in love with for years go on dates, listen to her talk about the guys she’s seeing.” he hits back.

“maybe we’ve both made mistakes, lando, but i tried to put myself out there and got hurt. why would i do that to myself again?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest protectively. your heart pounds in your chest, flustered at his admission, as much as you try and hide it from him. it hits different to hear him say it to your face; it didn’t cut as deep when you’d heard it lingering outside max’s kitchen.

“if i thought for a second that you felt how i felt - how i still feel - none of this would have happened, abu dhabi, casey, none of it.”

“but now you’re with her and, great, that’s fine, i’m just not sure how to be your friend right now.”

“no, no, we’re not throwing that away. even if we can’t be together,” you both visibly deflate at the word. “i know it’s so fucking selfish but i can’t lose you like that too.”

“give me a reason, lando. because right now? you’ve already lost me.”

when you get into the uber, you’re sobbing, and you’re sure the poor man that had the misfortune of picking you up understands when he turns the radio up - taylor swift is playing - and smiles at you sadly.

-

he’s spinning aimlessly in his gaming chair when max finds him.

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” is all max has to say, looming in the doorway to lando’s office.

“what happened to a simple ‘hello’?” lando grumbles.

“you’ll get a simple hello when you stop being a dick.” max replies, matter of fact.

lando laughs bitterly in response.

“just tell me one thing. one thing that makes no fucking sense to me. why are you still with casey?”

“i don’t know if i ever really was.” lando observes, eyes vacant and tired. “she was a distraction and i’m an asshole.”

“well, at least you know.” max mutters under his breath. lando can’t even muster a glare his best friends way.

“i ended it about an hour ago.” lando starts. “she told me that she was gonna go public, call me a cheater, say that i used her as a pawn. don’t even get me started on what she was gonna say about…” lando trails off, can’t even say your name. he feels like he doesn’t deserve to.

“fuck.” max sighs, finally walking into the room. he takes a seat on the small sofa. “what are you gonna do?”

“spoke to my team. they’ll deal with her. told me that they all deserve a pay rise and i don’t disagree.”

“and what about…” max echos his friend, trailing off. he leans forward with anticipation.

“i don’t know, man. i love her but i know i don’t deserve her, not after all this. she deserves to be happy and all i seem to do is make her miserable.”

“mate, she wasn’t miserable because you were just friends. she was miserable because you were ignoring her, choosing randoms over her. you know that, right?” max says, finally something resembling gentle in his tone.

“if i couldn’t even be a good friend, how the fuck am i gonna be a good boyfriend?”

“figure it out, you knob. all this feeling sorry for yourself isn’t working out. be honest with her for once, tell her how you feel. it’s not rocket science, lando. she loves you more than you deserve, so pull yourself together and fucking show her that she is everything to you.”

-

the next week is spent working far too hard and sleeping far too little.

you don’t hear from him, and he doesn’t hear from you, but it’s how it should be. if there’s no distance, you’d have a whole set of problems on your hands, forced on you by a can of worms that needed to stay sealed. it’s better this way, you relentlessly tell yourself.

max and p bring you dinner the night things change.

“you sure i can’t convince you to come work at quadrant?” max prods, taking in the ridiculous amount of papers and spreadsheets that have taken over your living room. “wouldn’t be as intense as this.”

“for so many reasons: no.” you shoot him a look, one that says leave it alone. he nods, gets the hint, and drops onto the scrap of sofa that isn’t covered in paperwork.

“you’ve been sleeping though, yes?” pietra asks, eyebrows raised with concern. she knows how you get.

you hum in acknowledgment, avoiding eye contact as you plate the food they’ve brought. p sighs.

“have you spoken to him?” max finally asks, and you know it’s taken everything in him to not ask, in the short five minutes he’s been in your flat.

“max!” pietra hisses, and he raises his hands in surrender.

“c’mon, you knew i’d have to ask, especially considering he’s been a little bitch all week.” max defends.

“i haven’t. told him i needed space.” you shrug.

“how’s that working out for you?” max gestures to the mess that engulfs the room, swallows it whole. again, you shrug.

“fine.” you stress, digging in to the chinese food. max scoffs and you snort with a mouthful of noodles when pietra glares at him.

“well, he’s miserable, and you’re behaving like someone who’s gonna end up on a true crime documentary, so sue me for asking.” he scolds sarcastically.

“okay, you want the tea?” you roll your eyes. “he told me they hadn’t had sex. i gave him advice - against the better judgment of literally anyone ever, by the way - tried to leave and he fucking ambushed me. wanted to have dinner with me, as if he hasn’t been pushing me away for months, and then had the fucking audacity, max, to ask me why i won’t fight for us, for him - oh! and he still has a girlfriend! so, you know what, you got me, i’m not doing so great but,” you choke out a laugh, opening the box of prawn toast. “too fucking bad.”

“i promise you, this will pass and casey will be gone and then-“

“and then me and lando can go back to pretending and avoiding and hurting each other. can’t wait.”

max shakes his head in defeat, knows he has to let lando fix this himself. he has no chance of winning this one with you.

“eat your noodles.” is all he has left. pietra disappears into your kitchen, and returns with a bottle of wine.

you eat together, put on netflix, slumped into the sofa as you try and relax. you’re halfway through your first drink when your phone buzzes. assuming it’s your overbearing boss, who apparently doesn’t sleep either, you pick it up and quickly wish you hadn’t.

lando: can you come over

like now

if you can

please. please please please please

we broke up.

“holy shit.”

you sit up suddenly, scan the room for your bag and a jacket. you don’t care that you’re in old sweats, you just feel the need to move, to get to him before common sense kicks in.

“you good?” max asks.

“uh, i need to go, like right now. stay and finish the wine if you want, but i just need to go to-“

“lando?” max and p ask simultaneously, and you burn with embarrassment.

“i can’t even try and lie to you right now. is this pathetic?” you question.

“no! go!” max shouts, exasperated, standing to usher you out of your own apartment.

-

twenty minutes later, you knock on his door.

when it opens, he’s disheveled in a way that makes you hug him immediately, his touch disturbingly foreign, and you feel him sink into your hold. he pulls you inside, kicks the door shut, and doesn’t let you go.

“sofa?” you murmur into his hoodie. you feel him nod, and you part, pad towards the lounge as you shrug off your jacket.

“hi.” he says tiredly, as soon as you’re both sat.

“hey.” you coo back. your eyebrows are drawn together as you take him in, concern woven through your features. “sorry about casey.” lando scoffs.

“don’t be, don’t even know what i was thinking.”

“well, neither do i,” you retort. “but i’m still sorry. did it happen just before you texted?” you ask.

“no, a week ago.”

“a week ago?” you gasp. “but that would mean…”

“yeah. right after you left here. asked her to come over and ended it. she told me she was gonna go to the media with a whole load of shit, so i’ve been sorting things out.”

“i’m so sorry.” you whisper.

lando laughs.

“you’re sorry? god, you’re way too fucking good for me.” he scoffs, bitter with self deprecation. “i can’t believe you even came, to be honest.”

“course i came. i might be angry at you, but you- you wanted me to, so…”

“i don’t even know where to start. i’m just so sorry about the last few months. i thought i was losing you and it drove me insane, but i should have never, ever taken my shit out on you.”

“what do you mean? losing me?”

“the dates, the guys. god, it was awful of me but it killed me.”

“that was only because i didn’t think i had a chance.”

“well, if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t think i had a chance either.” he laughs. “so what you said about abu dhabi… was that why you came? to tell me?”

“yeah, kinda. after some… encouragement from a mutual friend, i was gonna tell you that i wanted us to be more.”

lando shifts closer, your thighs pressing together. you can feel his body heat, so warm and inviting, drawing you closer.

“more.” lando repeats, tasting it on his tongue, the weight of everything he’s ever wanted since he was sixteen and fell in love for the first time.

“yeah, and then it seemed like you didn’t want that.”

“you must know by now that i also want more.” he murmurs, fingertips brushing your forearm. you keen into the barely there touch that traces over your skin.

“i’d say that’s been implied, yeah.” you joke, searching his eyes. they’re hooded, swirling with an intensity that you never thought you’d experience with another person. “um, i heard you and max. the night of pietra’s birthday.” you admit.

“fuck,” he sighs, shoulders sagging. “i’m so sorry, i swear, i never meant to put you through any of this. ‘m so, so sorry.”

“i know you are.” you whisper, loaded with a sincerity that only you could give him. “but you can never, ever treat me like this lando. i mean it.”

“i need you to know that i never meant to hurt you.” he swallows down a lump in his throat, voice wobbling just enough for you to notice.

“i do, lando.” you grab his hand, squeeze it tight.

“what do you want from me now? anything you want, i promise - i’m yours.”

“i want us to try, to see where this goes. i think we owe it to ourselves to see.”

“i never thought i’d ever get a chance with you.” lando laughs softly, the hand on your arm travelling to ghost over your cheek.

“why?”

“because i don’t think there’s anyone on this planet that’s good enough for you.” he confesses, leaning in until your foreheads touch.

“i don’t think that’s true, at least not where you’re concerned.” you breathe.

“how are you real?” it’s barely a whisper, barely audible, but it hits your ears like an alarm.

“don’t go all existential on me now.”

“then what should i do?”

“kiss me.”

“doesn’t that go against your whole ‘catch me off guard’ philosophy?” he murmurs, one hand reaching up to cup your jaw. your foreheads are still pressed together, eyes roaming each others.

“you’ll have plenty of time to surprise me.” you whisper.

you take a second to admire one another, the proximity mingling your warm breaths. when your lips finally brush, it’s slow, tentative, silent exploration. he tilts your head so that he can kiss you deeper, fingers sliding from your cheek into your hair. you emit a quiet moan, open up for him so he can taste you, and the feeling of him licking into your mouth sends your mind utterly blank.

he’s all consuming, totally intoxicating, a fresh blend of mint and something so blatantly lando that you feel like you’re floating. you find his neck, threading your fingers through the short strands at the nape of his neck. you hear something from deep in his chest, feel the vibrations of the low rumble as he presses you even closer to him.

when you inevitably break apart for air, he looks dazed, grinning like a fool as he smoothes his hand through the loose strands of your hair that fall around your face.

“i’m sorry that took so long.” lando hums, leaning in to peck your lips again. you can’t help but smile into it, in a daze of your own.

“me too.” you manage between smiling dopily up at him.

“you’re so beautiful.” he coos, still entranced. “you wanna stay here tonight?”

you hesitate for a second. he notices, interlacing your fingers with his.

“for the record, um, she never did. i couldn’t have her that close.” he mumbles, looking down at your hands guiltily.

“why?”

“didn’t feel right. she wasn’t,” he inhales shakily and meets your gaze again, piercing you with hazy blue hues. “she wasn’t you. i think that’s the real reason that i couldn’t… you know, with her.”

“i’ll stay.” you whisper, nodding softly. it’s all you can formulate as a response.

“i can make up the guest room.” he says wearily, posing it as more of a question than a statement, putting out the feelers. you scowl, eyes sparkling with a mischievous danger that leaves lando’s mouth bone dry.

“don’t bother.”

-

the grey linen of his bed sheets are soft against your skin as you sink into his mattress, watching intently as he pads around his room. you can smell him everywhere, a tangy, fresh musk that you want to bottle up and keep forever. lando glows in the dim, warm light of his bedroom and you feel a pang of regret that it’s taken this long to get here, muddled with a sense of relief that finally, you’ve made it.

“‘m gonna take a quick shower, okay? make yourself comfortable.” lando says, pauses for a second to take in the sight of you in his bed.

“okay.” you smile softly, eyes heavy with sleep as you relax further into the cushions. you hear the water running, white noise that allows your thoughts to run wild. the slide of the shower door grabs your attention and you think of him under the spray of water, bronze skin damp, hair slicked back.

when will it be your turn to see him like that, you wonder, musings of him pressed against you, bare and firm, flitting through your wandering mind. you realise, then, that you have him; he’s yours. why delay the inevitable?

slowly, you rise from the mattress, breathing shakily as your shirt comes off. your sweats follow, a trail of your clothes leading to the en-suite door. you can hear him humming to himself, the echo barrelling through your shaking body. you’re frantic with tension, a tinge of embarrassment, but then you consider his beautiful words, his confessions of love, and banish the feeling of shame that threatens to ruin you before you’ve even started. you unhook your bra, shimmy out of your panties, and grip the door handle. it turns slowly, steam spilling out of the room immediately, yet you shiver with anticipation.

“room for one more?” you call, and he jumps, turning suddenly.

you can’t make him out clearly, the fog painted across the shower door concealing his lean frame, and it draws you in closer, anticipation swirling in your belly.

he responds by sliding the door open, and you join him under the hot water. his eyes stay firmly on yours, body opening up to invite you in, hold you close as the spray hits you. the heat loosens your muscles, and you sink into him.

“fuck.” you hear him whisper, more to himself than to you.

“hi.” you breathe.

“am i dreaming?” lando blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face as he not so subtlety rakes his eyes over your frame.

“no,” you purr. “i’m real. this is real.”

his hands find your waist and you loop your arms around his neck, the kiss he pulls you into heated with a slow burning passion that makes you ache.

“you’re so pretty.” he pants into your mouth, firm and desperate - so sincere that it shakes you to your core.

“you’re perfect.” you choke out, mesmerised, alight in his thick hands.

“let me show you,” he starts, pauses briefly to kiss you. “wanna worship you.”

his words make you chase him for a kiss that doesn’t come. instead, he turns you to face away from him, your back to his front. you feel the cool spread of shower gel against your back, calloused hands working it into your skin gently. your hair, heavy with water, is pushed over your shoulder and you turn your head just enough to find his lips. your mouths move with intent as he works the soap down your back and over your waist. it tickles and you keen into him, enough that he holds you tighter, angles your hips away from his.

“careful, baby.” he warns lowly, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“don’t wanna be careful.” you half moan, but he grips your hips even harder.

“not tonight, yeah? let me look after you. need you to know that i’m serious about this.” lando pants, his self restraint thin as it hits your ears. you smirk.

“you back on your ‘good guy’ bullshit?” you tease, throwing him a look over your shoulder. you catch sight of his lip caught between his teeth, wet curls matted against his forehead, and a wave of pure need washes over your body.

“for you? fuck yeah.” he manages, crouches down to lather soap down your legs. his hands roam your inner thighs, dangerously, painfully close to where you really need him to touch you, and you groan defeatedly.

“you’re horrible.” you sigh when he’s back to his full height, facing you once more. he flashes you a cheeky smile, fingertips smoothing over your arms.

“wanna get this right.” he shrugs.

“we could get it right - right here, right now.” you pout.

“patience.” lando cautions, rubbing over your sternum. he grazes over the underside of your breasts, daring to go even higher. you let out a broken sigh, shuddering at his incessant attention.

“asshole.”

“we already knew that about me, baby.” he winks. he maintains eye contact as he cups your breasts, massages them just enough to leave you wanting. his touch vanishes, then, and the elastic band of tension seems to snap. “rinse off, i’ll leave a towel for you.”

just like that, he’s gone.

-

you stretch like a cat across the mattress, the low sun sending the early light streaming through a devastating crack in the curtains. it leaves you disoriented - the sun never hits your own bedroom like that.

quickly, you remember you’re not in your own bed, partly because of the heavy arm that sprawls over your tired body, pinning you to the mattress. his breath hits your bare shoulder in heavy puffs that warm your skin, leaving your tingling as your curl further into the curve of his body. your movements nudge his head into the crook of your neck, his nose bumping the sensitive skin there and he stirs slightly, puckers his lips into a gentle kiss at the base of your throat.

you roll over, his arm weighing heavy against the curve of your waist the whole time. when you’re face to face, his eyes are still closed, unfairly long eyelashes dusting his cheekbones, but a smile is painted languidly across his lips. he looks so soft, boyish, perfectly unreal that you snuggle closer to him.

“go back to sleep.” he groans, hardly opening his mouth as if it’s too much work in his cosy state.

“not tired anymore.” you whisper into the slight space still left between you. your lips find his jaw, trailing across it until you find a sensitive spot just below his ear. he shivers, but he still doesn’t open his eyes. you smirk, tracing your tongue carefully over the definition of his jawline. you suck, bite down gently.

“really?” he murmurs, still smiling like a fool, only intensified by your movements. you hum in response.

“go back to sleep, baby.” you coo, sealing the hickey you’ve left with a delicate kiss, one that contradicts the harsh mark you’ve left.

“drives me insane hearing you call me that.” he sighs, almost pained. the newfound friction against your thigh explains why.

“does it, baby?” you murmur, right in his ear.

“roll over, honey. get comfortable for me.” is all he says in return. electricity shoots down your spine as you oblige, resuming your previous position.

“that’s it, c’mere.” lando rasps, sliding impossibly closer. you can feel the full length of his body pressed against yours, heat seeping from his bronze skin onto yours. your eyes flutter shut, a delicious buzz coursing through you as the anticipation grows.

you can feel where he’s hard, solid against the curve of your ass and you keen into him, arched into his front as much as you possibly can be. your thighs clench together, liquid heat pooling between them. your mouth hangs open as his hand grazes the outside of your thigh, smoothing over the thickness of them before he pulls them apart. his hand slots between them - a perfect fit - and he wastes no time grazing his knuckles over the damp cloth of your panties.

“lando.” you sigh, utterly content. it’s been a long time coming, but it already seems like it was worth the wait.

“you’re so wet for me already. you want me?” lando growls against the shell shell of your ear.

“touch me, baby.” you plead, pressing your ass harder against him. he hisses, thumbs hard at your clit in response.

you mewl, squeezing your thighs around his hand but he forces them apart, his arm tensing as he does. you grip it hard, nails digging into his forearm but he doesn’t relent. he rubs firm circles into the bundle of nerves over your panties, fingers dipping down to press into the wet patch quickly pooling in the lace.

“take them off.” you urge.

he quickly complies, fingertips grazing your hips as he slides the material off of your frame. as one hand settles back between your thighs, two deft fingers pinching your clit, his other snakes under the old mclaren t-shirt he’d leant you. he traces the pudges of your belly, scaling up, up, up, tickling across your ribs until he caresses the curve of your breast, his whole hand engulfing it. he plucks a nipple between his fingers at the same time he slides a digit between your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“feeling good for me, honey? do you know how sexy you are for me, making a mess, wearing my shirt?” lando muses, dangerously low. his voice is strained, a side affect of the hold your have on him, of how entranced he is by the way you writhe against him.

“so good.” you choke, rolling your hips to meet his hand. “need more.”

“more? is my girl greedy?” he taunts, circling your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“please?” you’re not above begging him. it does the trick.

you both moan at the way he stretches you around one finger, the single digit sliding deep. he grinds it into you, palm nudging against your clit with every move he makes. one finger becomes two and you gasp out his name, your hand finding his under the shirt, holding it to your chest. he squeezes your flesh, tweaking at your nipple until it’s hard between his fingers and your ass is grinding faster into his crotch. when he moves on to your other breast, you choke out a moan that tears through the both of you, the tension so thick in the room that it’s stifling.

“c’mon baby, i need you inside of me.” you beg, your voice a pathetic garbled whine, one that makes him falter and suck in a harsh breath.

“not sure you can take it, pretty girl. so tight just around my fingers.” lando challenges, slowing his fingers so that you can hear exactly what he’s doing to you. he curls them with every thrust, reaching a spot that temporarily leaves you blinded in the throes of his searing touch. “you’re gonna cum for me like this first, yeah? and then we’ll see if you can take me.”

“can’t- lando please just-“

he shushes you.

“you’re gonna let me give it to you, honey. you’re gonna take it all, because you’re a good girl, right?” his voice is so condescending, so commanding that it makes you throb around him, his fingers flexing harder and faster as he senses your lurking orgasm. “that’s it, honey, i can feel you. come on.” he urges.

your body spasms hard against his as it hits, any semblance of sleep shaken out of you as you fall apart. he holds you close, rides you through it - palm flat on your overstimulated clit while his fingers gently coax you over the edge. he’s hitting every spot, toying with every piece of you he can get his hands on. the hand alternating between your tits roams up to your neck squeezing briefly, just to tease, before he cups your jaw, turning your head enough so he can capture your lips in a feral kiss. it’s needy, full of greed as he swallows your cries of pleasure, keeps them all for himself.

when you go limp against him, the coils of tension finally loosening, he slips his fingers out slowly. you’re panting against his chest, descending back to reality, when you hear the telltale hum, a soft pop - he’s sucking his fingers clean.

“taste so fucking good.” he finally speaks, slick fingers pushing your shirt up your body and you manoeuvre it over your head. it’s tossed away, lost to the shadowy room.

“lando,” you hum. “i’m ready.”

it’s a plea that he can’t ignore, the duvet rustling around you. you feel him kick off his boxers and then he’s pressing his cock against the curve of your ass once more. its big, leaking already, and your mind goes completely and utterly blank.

“you feel so good against me.” he notes, dazed at the sensation of your bare flesh warm against his. “you sure?” he mumbles, pressing a firm kiss against the base of your neck, his hands working to reposition your legs so that he can slip into you.

“never been more sure in my life.” you promise, tingling with the anticipation.

he’s so close that you can feel the pulsing heat of him between your parted thighs. the head of him nudges over your clit and he drags himself up and down, coating his cock with your wetness. you’re frustrated - ready to flip the two of you over, fuck yourself full, but he beats you to it. the stretch of him makes you gasp, knuckles white as you grip the soft bedding. when his hips meet yours, he pauses, teeth sinking into your shoulder, utterly overwhelmed. you’re not doing much better, one hand snaking up behind you to find his curls, tugging softly on the messy strands. he likes it, groaning into the marks he’s leaving on your shoulder, lips trailing messily up your neck.

the sunlight streams harshly through the crack in the curtain, momentarily blinding you. it leaves you with only the feeling of him, a golden haze invading your other senses. he’s gripping your hip so hard that you’re certain that you’ll be able to map out each of his fingerprints after.

“can i move?” he rasps, punctuating his request with a delicate kiss just below your ear. you shiver, clenching around him tight, and he bucks into you inadvertently. it sends sparks shooting up and down your spine, an electric wave of pleasure that has your eyes fluttering shut.

“you better.” you implore.

“you’re fucking perfect around me.” he grunts, beginning to build a rhythm. it’s one that leaves you both breathless, brainless, unable to utter anything besides the relentless chants of each-others names, the needy wanton moans that neither of you can hide.

lando’s hands are everywhere, your hips, your ass, wrapped around your sternum to pull you back into him, plunging himself even deeper into you. you claw blindly at any part of him you can reach, braindead from the way he’s fucking you. you and him are like a tidal wave, surging closer and closer to shore after years of dormancy, of an aching, crushing build up. now, as it peaks, it could destroy you, wash you away and leaves you nothing. you know he won’t. you know by the way he’s holding you, by the soft whimpers he lets you hear, by the way he makes you feel more alive than you have in months.

“i’m so close.” your voice quivers, pleasure bleeding into the edges of your words.

“i’m gonna get you there, pretty girl. you’re so good for me.” he promises, one hand slipping between your thighs. he finds your clit, plays with it between his fingers. messy swirls combined with precise flicks make you shake “i can feel you, honey. can feel you holding back. let it all out for me.”

he sounds wrecked, like he’ll die if he can’t feel you let go around him. you feel the start of your orgasm crawling from the tips of your toes, up your legs, and into the fire pit of your belly.

“that’s it, give it to me.” lando whispers, his voice so far away, even though he’s right there, talking you through it with his lips pressing the shell of your ear.

“i love you, lando.”

with that, you shatter into a million pieces, convulsing around him, against him, trying to get impossibly closer to him as you simultaneously try and squirm away. he holds you close, barrelling into you with fast, deep rolls of his hips. each thrust taps into your special spot, stars clouding your vision, his name the only word on your lips, the only word that has ever existed.

“where do you want it?” he asks quickly, urgently anticipating his own end.

“inside of me.” you pant, delirious, but he’s not in the space to do any critical thinking - you love him! - so he takes your words at face value.

a guttural groan hits your ears like a sonic boom, his body tight and firm against your sweat slick back. he squeezes you tight as he fills you up, submitting totally to the heat of your core, to the intoxicating way you draw him in.

“i love you, too.” he mumbles into your shoulder, kisses the words into your flushed skin. “i always have.”

he flops onto his back, slipping out of you carefully first, a lazy smile on his face. his eyes are shut, angelic once more as if he hadn’t been whispering filth into your ear just a minute prior.

“we gotta do more of that.” lando laughs, blindly reaching out for you. you slip into his welcoming arms, draping yourself over his body.

“think i need a shower. maybe you can make up for leaving me in there last night.” you giggle, agreeing that, yes, you absolutely need to do more of that.

he hugs you closer, a kiss placed atop your forehead.

“you can have anything you want, honey.”

-

phew.

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[megalomaniacz]

SWEET CHERRY 🍒

camgirl!reader x toxic actually loserish really pathetic!vi

diva mode activated halfway through writing this…guys idk i’m gay okay and if it isn’t good i never wrote it…okay? erm nsfw!! listened to tate mcrae and charli while writing this if that means anything to u. also, my birthday is tomorrow!! might drunkenly pump out a toxic!cait one shot OMG WHO SAIDDDD THAT

PART ONE: $EX. LIE$. UGLY. TRUTH.

the time on her computer screen read 11:07 pm. you were two minutes behind schedule. every regular viewer, including vi, was on the edge of their seat. licking at chapped lips and rubbing lotiony hands together. eyes wide with wonder, refreshing the site every 10 seconds until you popped onto screen.

you were wearing your signature cherry red lingerie, flawless makeup, soft pop music playing in the back. nails sharp and adorned with cherries. you held a sucker that read eat me in your hand, slowly unwrapping it for the camera. “hi cherries, guess what flavor this is.”

vi was foaming at the fucking mouth, adjusting the computer in her lap. eyes glued to the screen while she bit her lip and held onto your every word.

you moved closer to the screen. “grape? chat what do you mean? cmon guess and you get a prizeeee.”

the way you spoke, singing your words. ending the sentence in a suggestive tone. your sultry manner and bedroom eyes. everything was driving vi up a goddamn wall. you were all that and bag of fucking chips. she couldn’t stop thinking about you since she found a video of you fucking yourself with a dildo on an adult site. lezgetbusy or something fucking stupid. scrolled through the comments (5,000) until someone alluded to the fact that you cammed.

then she followed your profile and immediately paid your $50 messaging fee.

in all honesty, she was talking to herself in there half the time. the rare moments in which you did respond gave her a euphoria she couldn’t contain. she wanted to fuck you. no, she needed to fuck you. with her fingers, her tongue, her strap, and whatever the hell else will fit up there. it was driving her crazy.

grandSurpass: grape lol

justmyego: strawberry?

Several_means: lick it again please :(

she rolled her eyes at the screen. “idiotic men, it’s fucking cherry.” she begins to tap in the chat. she presses send, and when she sees you reading it? mouthing her comment? she nearly chokes, feeling her face flush.

“very good, vi? violet22. very good.”

her hands were stuffed into her pants now, legs spread while she toys with herself. you said her name. you said her fucking name! she throws her head back, thinking about how easily it fell off your tongue.

“since you guessed right, you get, drumroll pleaseeee.”

she was close now. pool of wetness filling her boxers. legs shaking, mouth wide open. please keep talking, please keep talking…please…

“a chance to chat with me personally! this stream, and others, will be a bit shorter as i’ve decided i’ll be doing one on one chats with some lucky cherries. congratulations vio-“

she slams her computer shut, takes her hand out of her pants, and jumps off her bed. stumbles into her bathroom, washes her hands and splashes water on her face, then stumbles back to her room. reopens her computer, runs a hand down her face, types in the website url again. logs in. clicks watch stream. and checks under her ass for shit because she swears she just shat herself. just now.

“oh, vi is back. okay guys.” you swish the lollipop around in your mouth a bit before continuing to speak. “i’m going to send you a link in private message, violet22. see you soon!” a toothy and cheery smile spread across your sweet face.

the second the link shows up in her inbox, she clicks it. hits the $200hr pay wall. fumbles in her pockets for her wallet, fuck she left it in the bathroom okay she’s got it dammit she’s shaking. can barely put the card numbers in. she’s making you wait she’s making you wait fuck.

after payment is secured, you in all your sweet glory, pop up on her screen. you’re sat on your bed, sucker hanging from your lips, fiddling with your freshly manicured nails. you hear the ding, realized she’s joined, and lay on your belly. tits squeezing together on the bed.

“hi! violet22? is that you? i can’t see you, turn your camera on!”

oh fucking fuck the fuck fuck fuckity FUCK FUCK. she has no time to fix her face up for you, or change out of her 2 day old t shirt. atleast you can’t smell her through the screen. she clicks on the small camera icon in left corner of the screen, and puts on an awkward smile.

“hi. there you are.” you smile, kicking your feet.

“hi sweet cherry. fuck. i’ve come to your videos so much nothing gets me so worked up. fuck. sorry.”

you giggle a bit and her face visibly becomes 3 shades redder. looks like she’s got some sort of filter on.

“it’s okay. thank you so much, your support means the world to me. do you have any personal requests while you’ve got me? clocks counting down.” you pucker your lips.

the time on the right corner of the screen is counting down 4:56…4:55…

vi’s eyes widen, and she gulps. finding it hard to think of anything to say. she was in complete shock. you’re looking at her. talking to her. you’re talking to her,,,oh fuck you’re talking to her.

“i-i’m- hmmm.” she stutters, picking at a hangnail. the clocks on 4:01 now and her heart seems to damn near be beating out of her chest.

“how about we play a quick game, okay? and next time, maybe you’ll have something thought of. maybe we’ll have more time…” your smile melts her heart. next time? GEE WILLIKERS!!! someone check this bitches pulse.

“okay.” she nods, barely present. still unsure if this is some sort of orgasm induced illusion.

“if you can guess the word i’m thinking of, i’ll take an extra special picture just for you. kay?”

you wink and she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. she gives you a small nod, and it makes you laugh. she’s so cute and pathetic.

3:48…3:47

“okay. it’s a type of flower.” you lick your sugar ridden lips, putting the entire sucker in your mouth then pulling it out slowly.

vi’s about to piss herself. or is that come? man these boxers are gonna need a deep clean.

“is it a rose? a tulip?”

you shake your head, taunting smirk on your face. “try again, cutie.”

oh she’s so gonna ride a pillow with your picture on it tonight. might even get the picture all wet with her slick, imagine her sweet pussy on your perfectly plump lips. wait what was the question?

“ummm lillies? dandelions? sunflowers?”

you shake your head, sticking your tongue out and directly swiping it over the fading words. eat me do you know how bad she wants to?

“hint, please?” she looks at you with sad eyes. feels like she’s being edged or something. pussy growing wetter by the minute FUCK 2:49…2:48

“cmon, you’re smart. use that big brain of yours.” you follow with a taunting laugh. she’s too fucking horny for this, and you look so good. she wonders how you feel. your skin. bet it’s warm and soft. bet you’d grip the sheets when nipped at your thighs. back arching-

“daises? did i say that already?”

you shake your head and look over at the small timer taking a bite out of the sucker, now it reads at me.

“lavender is a flower? right?”

you sit up on the bed, and she watches the way you widen your thighs. pretty little red bow right above your pussy. you arch your back, ass in the air, chewing on the candy. “close.”

the money she’d spend to have one night with you. ass up face buried in your silky red sheets. cock buried so deep in your pussy it’s kissing your stomach. WHAT WAS THE QUESTION AGAIN?

“aww your time is up.” you pout. there’s five seconds. vi’s drooling, all over herself. like actually. she wipes her mouth, slow blinking, taking mental pictures.

“the word was violet, silly! see you next stream.”

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck

[onlyangel4]

Hiii! Could you maybe do a lando smau based on Tate mcrae’s new music video? And the music video is either her hard launching with Lando or her shooting her shot with him?

vroom vroom boy. ln4. smau.

lando norris x singer!reader

what better way to hard launch your relationship than in your brand new music video

faceclaim: tate mcrae

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y/ninsta: end of tour dump, love y'all

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p.s thank you to my love for driving me about all day, love you vroom vroom boy

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[afterglowsainz]

blood on my hands | alex albon

pairing: singer!reader x alex albon, reader x ex!taylor fritz

summary: after your ex-boyfriend cheats on you, you get invited to a formula one race and find someone to move on with

fc: dua lipa

a/n: very delayed (as always) birthday fic 🎉 (i also wanna say i don’t hate taylor fritz okay it might seem like i do based on the comments on this story but i don’t😭)

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[monzabee]

greedy (social media au) - ln4

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where lando finds a certain singer cute.

Pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (model used: tate mcrae)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

yourusername

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yourusername: signing off to work on some exciting things!! xox

oliviarodrigo: no come hang out with me and @conangray !!!

conangray: we have cookies !!!

yourusername: this album is not going to write itself, guys !!!

user: okay she looks so slay, but who took the photos??

user: lando?? ariana what are you doing here??

user: oh he's shooting his shot alright...

user: it's been 357457 days without a yn album

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landonorris: learnt a lot about shooting your shot, nice

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user: zambonis (some madness) and yn (and badness), the combination

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conangray: no i don't

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[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Friends or more?

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Lando one-shot (Lando x friends with benefits), let me know what you think, inspired by Tate Mcrae Sports' car:) If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

It all started on a drunken night—the moment you and Lando crossed the line between friendship and something far more complicated. Now, tangled in the leather seats of one of his many sports cars, breathless and flushed, you pull away from his lips, your heart pounding against your ribs. The windows are fogged, the air thick with the remnants of what just happened.

You glance around, trying to steady yourself, before meeting his gaze. “Are we ever going to talk about this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Or is this all we do now?”

Lando smirks, lazy and self-assured, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your thigh. “I thought you liked this,” he teases. “Judging by the sounds you were making a few minutes ago…”

You exhale sharply, trying to gather your thoughts as the heat inside the car lingers between you both. The scent of leather, faded cologne, and something undeniably Lando fills your senses. His fingers trail absentmindedly over your thigh, lazy and possessive, as he leans back against the seat with that smug grin still plastered on his face.

“You know I do,” you admit, tilting your head against the headrest, still catching your breath. “But…”

His smirk falters for the briefest second, just a flicker of something—uncertainty, maybe—before he quickly masks it.

“But what?” he prompts, fingers still tracing light patterns on your skin.

You shift slightly, feeling the cool air against your overheated skin. “Is this all we are?” The words taste heavier than you expect.

Lando exhales through his nose, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel now, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “Does it need to be more?” His voice is light, teasing even, but there’s something underneath—a hesitation, a reluctance.

You study him, the way his jaw tightens slightly, the way his hands grip the wheel like it’s grounding him. “I don’t know.” You glance out the windshield, the world outside still hazy with condensation, your reflections barely visible in the fogged-up glass. “Maybe.”

He finally looks at you then, something unreadable flickering in his blue eyes. “I just thought…” He trails off, shaking his head as if dismissing his own thoughts. Then, with a small, lopsided smile, he reaches over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You think too much.”

“And you don’t think enough,” you counter, your voice softer now.

Lando chuckles, tilting his head, considering you. “So what do you want, then? A real conversation? Or should I kiss you until you forget why you asked?”

Your heart stumbles over itself, because despite the teasing, there’s a weight to his words. A challenge, almost.

“Why not both?” you murmur, and before he can respond, you’re leaning in, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s slower this time—less reckless, more deliberate.

After the kiss, Lando leans back against the seat, stretching his arms behind his head, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Come on," he drawls, his voice low and smooth. "You can't tell me it hasn’t been good. The alley behind the club that night? The way you had to bite your lip to stay quiet?” His eyes darken slightly as he watches your reaction.

You cross your arms, trying not to let the memories cloud your judgment, but Lando isn’t done.

"And then there was my driver’s room," he continues, tilting his head. "You looked so good there, wearing nothing but my shirt. Thought about that for days." His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, like he’s reliving it. "And the beach…" He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Salt on our skin, the sound of the waves… That was something else."

Your stomach twists at his words, because he’s right. It has been good—too good. The chemistry between you is undeniable, and for a while, it worked. But now? Now it feels like something else is creeping in, something you’re not sure you can ignore anymore.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. “Lando,” you say, meeting his gaze. “I don’t want to waste my time.”

His smirk fades, just a little. “Waste your time?” He shifts in his seat, the teasing edge in his voice giving way to something more serious.

“I mean…” You hesitate, searching for the right words. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this—acting like it doesn’t mean anything.”

Lando’s brows furrow slightly, as if the thought has never really crossed his mind before. He studies you, the confidence in his expression faltering just a fraction. “But it works, doesn’t it?” he says after a moment. “No pressure, no drama. Just us, having a good time.”

You shake your head. “Maybe for you. But I can’t pretend forever.”

Silence stretches between you, the air heavy with everything unsaid. Lando exhales through his nose, looking away for a second before turning back to you. “So what? You want to stop?” His voice is neutral, but you catch the slight tension in it, the way his fingers drum against his knee.

You don’t answer right away. Because the truth is, you don’t want to stop. But you also don’t want to be just another one of Lando’s good times.

Lando watches you closely, waiting for an answer you’re not sure how to give. The weight of the moment settles between you, thick and unrelenting.

“I don’t know,” you finally admit, your voice quieter now. “I just… I don’t want to keep pretending this is enough for me.”

Lando’s jaw tightens, his usual playful confidence slipping just slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose before looking back at you. “I never asked you to pretend.”

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “No, but you never asked me what I wanted either.”

Silence again. The kind that lingers, stretching between you like an invisible thread threatening to snap.

Lando swallows, his fingers gripping the steering wheel before he finally turns to you. “I don’t want to lose you,” he says, and for the first time, there’s no teasing in his voice. No smug grin. Just raw honesty. “But I don’t know how to be what you need.”

Your heart clenches at his words.

Maybe this is it. The moment where you walk away, choosing yourself over something that will never be enough. Or maybe this is where you take the risk—where you tell him that he doesn’t have to have all the answers right now. That maybe, just maybe, you can figure it out together.

Lando’s hand brushes against yours, hesitant, uncertain. His words still linger in the air, heavy with meaning, but instead of answering, you reach for him, closing the space between you.

Your lips crash onto his, and for a moment, he stiffens—surprised, caught off guard—but then he melts into you, his hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid to let go.

The kiss deepens, growing desperate, needy. Whatever doubts you had, whatever lines you were trying to redraw, they blur the second Lando pulls you onto his lap. His fingers dig into your skin, his breath hot against your neck as he mutters something you barely register because all you can focus on is him.

Maybe you should stop. Maybe this is exactly the cycle you were trying to break. But when Lando whispers your name like a plea, when his lips trail lower, sending shivers down your spine, you realize something—

For tonight, for now, you don’t want to stop.

And so, you don’t.