#that could be in 5 years could also be tomorrow

[emptymanuscript]

I feel like this would go with one of the projects I got about two pages into before sticking and not knowing where to push it because I couldn’t figure out how to get the magic cat free from the basket that the chosen one was sitting on.

It is a magic cat. It can get to and from impossible places but it has to actually move. So it can be caged and can’t just be an easy deus ex machina. You’re trapped in a locked cell in a locked dungeon that’s been buried in cement? No problem, I’ll have you out in 5. Nope.

So somehow it has to talk its way out from under the basket or someone has to be very dumb and let him out. And neither seemed very plausible to me. Especially since the chosen one is supposed to be smarter than him.

But if I could get him out of the basket and taking her “home” like he is supposed to I could see her sending this message to her husband.

I don’t know where this damn cat has lead me-

Grimalkin!

And I’m going to strangle THE CAT as soon as I figure that out and what direction home is.

I told you I AM taking you home. Everyone has been looking for you for ages.

It still insists I’m a princess.

The lost princess, yes, I’m sure of it, I can smell the sweet jasmine scent of your mother on you.

That’s my damn perfume.

I can tell the difference between perfume and the scent of blessings.

Either the cat dies or I do at this point. My knees are killing me so the death match is going to be soon. If the cat dies I’ll update you. Try and find something to do with a cat skin. I’m thinking I’ll mount his skull on that pike that’s still in the garage.

You wouldn’t dare. I’ve been a loyal subject of your kingdom for 5 lifetimes.

Let me know about the skin. And ask Frank how to take more than one life off a cat. That I need asap. I’m killing it and it’s staying dead.

The humans have fouled your brain. I used to sing you lullabies.

If I don’t reply by tomorrow, then consider me dead. Avenge me. Death to the cat.

Maybe you were cursed by the Empress…

I’m not a princess. Princesses don’t teach. I have tenure!

Yes… that must be it. Some terrible curse.

Siri, send message.

… 2 years later …

Sorry, that took longer than I thought. So… you remember the talking cat that thought I was a princess, right? This is going to sound nuts but he wasn’t lying.

Of course I wasn’t lying. How dare you even imply that I might. Six lives I have given your family.

I do still want to skin him and mount his head on a pike if you got that information for me.

Shame, your majesty, shame!

Never mind about the multiple lives though. He has way too many to get through.

That is a family secret!! You can’t just… tell people!

He’s my husband, you overbearing fleabag, He is family.

He’s human. A princess of the elder line can’t be actually considered married to a… human.

You can’t tell me what I can’t do, I’m a Princess.

I can scratch you bloody until you behave.

I can wring your neck.

I’ve got lives to spare. How much skin have you got?

…

So, we should be home about moonset. Please pick up every kind of meat at the store. Everyone but the cat is vegetarian.

I would never!

You wouldn’t believe how desperate I am for a burger.

Disgusting. You would never catch me-

I did catch you. You had him in your mouth.

I don’t have hands, how else could I carry him? I didn’t eat him, I saved his life.

Riiiight… Also… you probably want to get a LOT to drink while you are shopping. You’re going to need it. You will not believe what I have to tell you, sober. Come to think of it, I don’t want to tell it sober.

There, at least, we agree.

Buy enough for five, the cat could beat a giant in a drinking contest.

That was once. Once! Extraordinary and extenuating circumstances.

Siri, send message.

"If I don't reply by tomorrow, then consider me dead." It's been two years since you got that message, and you haven't seen them since. Suddenly, your phone lights up: "Sorry, that took longer than I thought."

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[gilfrespecter]

Bro why did no one tell me the adult combo fishing hunting license here is so cheap. We eating good this fall/winter. The bag limit for deer is 4?!??!??

[theunknownintrowert]

for the first time in my adulthood i cried not bc of my thoughts or sadness or anything else but bc my nervous system just made me cry. it was a mental breakdown during lunch break at work coz few minutes earlier i apparently reacted too sharp on some prick. and i wasn't even overthinking that piece of shit - i just felt like i cry while washing my hands before lunch and my face muscles twitched. achievement unlocked i guess

[truethes]

do you think ... the iudex knows how beautiful he is.

[bitchapalooza]

I'm sorry for my posts today, I guess the stress from the entirety of September was piled too high and is collapsing onto my head. I'm just so tired y'all....

[pepprs]

hi i haven’t been on here for a bit bc things are crazy but… i got my learners permit today 🤓

[kimuramasaya]

just submitted a payment to pay off all of my student loans I feel sick

[boypr1ncesss]

sleepy...

[swagging-back-to]

crossing my fingers uwu owoing so hard that the uk package is actually out for delivery today

[os-anastigmat-anaesthesia-why]

there are 4 groups in my year and dept. With 12 20 10-12(?) and 18(?) people. I don't know ~everyone~, about half the people, and I'm in the first group. The 3rd and 4th groups (the amount of students in which I'm a bit unsure of) have their summer technological practice set in factories in 2 towns out of but close to Moscow (in Moscow oblast), and they will provide good practice (to 3rd group especially, to 4th — it's said to be passable/sufficient, not bad by any means at least), but the 1st and 2nd groups are going to go somewhere that will not provide almost anything useful, as said by profs and upperclassmen. We were told 5 (at first, now it's 10) students can go to Vologda which provides extremely good practice, lodgings (like good 2-person rooms in hotels) and even pays some money (gives employment!) during that one month of practice (amount not disclosed to us lol so I think it will just more or less cover food there). What do you think. There are 12 (14 at first) people who want to go there. 3 of whom are from the 3rd (1 girl 2 guys) group and 4 from the 4th (2 girls and 2 guys). Might I say this is ridiculous. I can handle the girls and one guy from 3rd group but. The guys from the 4th group are also taking part in a project within our dept (with teachers involved in it as well), and the factory they are going to is affiliatted with their group and their topics too!!! But nooo. They just neeeed Vologda. Can I kill them? They are annoying. They look annoying and they have annoying voices/demeanor. They're always grinning and doing their own thing on their laptops. They barged into a lecture in a discipline that is not taught to their group bc they mixed up (as in didn't check) the classroom and that disrupted the lecture (it was NOT the first 2 weeks of the semester so they should have known which class to go to)

I've been THE person who got in touch with the faculty and been going there pretty regularly and exchanging info abt this, btw. I want to submit the list of people myself but I cannot do that. I'm going to have a tough day tmr aren't I.

[cosmicseafoam]

Literally what am I supposed to do now lmao

[amtrak12]

Already regret not buying Corinne's little sister Gwynn :/ It feels so wrong! Like buying Nikki and not getting her twin sister Isabel! (which I also did back when they first came out #oops)

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐕? ; micheal kaiser

i honestly don't know, it's all quite random!! it could be a spinoff of this one but with the little girl's name i used for this. i felt creative, but it disgusts me this shit </3

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me! ; words: 0.5k

"mama"

"what, baby?"

"is that dada on TV?"

You look up from your magazine, looking towards the flat screen television: the image of your husband, while he is flanked by his faithful teammate Ness, is shown while the program commentator gives a brief introduction of the match just played, but Anneliese is still too young to understand what the man is saying. A small smile appears on your lips as you look at your daughter, so enchanted to see his father on TV

"It's dada. That's why he can't stay with us for these days, he's near Munich" you say stroking her blonde hair, yet another trait she picked up from Kaiser "Do you remember that town we visited a few months ago? He's there" you say, and Anneliese nods "Ness Ness is here too!" the little girl says, as an image of Alexis is projected onto the screen. You nod, amused "Yes, he's with dad. They're playing an important match"

Anneliese knows what her father does for a living, more or less. She knows that he travels often and kicks a ball, and unexpectedly he also gets paid quite handsomely. She remember your work better, but maybe it's just a matter of habit

But actually, it is the first time she has seen Kaiser on television, or rather, the first time dhe has seen him and can remember him; it already happened when she was younger, but she was only a few months old, it's impossible for her to remember it

Kaiser has been out of town for a few days but he should return tomorrow morning, and the television is only broadcasting the replay of the game he played this morning, but which Anneliese didn't see, perhaps that's why she's so surprised. The commentator speaks quickly while the passes between the feet of Micheal and Alexis become faster, and closer and closer towards the net. The crowd cheers for the Bastard Munchen prodigy, while the ball, with a powerful Kaiser Impact, ends up in the net with a sharp hit

Anneliese jumps from the couch, coming to the front of the television as the screen shows Kaiser bowing to the crowd, proudly showing off his tattoo and smirking, the one you've known for practically your whole life. Your little girl's smile, the one you've loved since her first breath 5 years ago, makes you smile almost spontaneously as you hear her clap her hands "Dada, dada scored!"

The shot now shows a reporter inches from your husband, sweaty but tremendously handsome: Micheal runs a hand through his blond hair, while the man clears his throat "Spectacular match today! Excellent result for Bastard Munchen, but no one expected less from the team's number 10"

"Yeah? You have to keep expectations high, whether they're from your fans or your family. But I think everyone knows what my preference is"

"No doubt, after all you often dedicate goals to your daughter or wife. Thoughts on them?"

"What else is there to say, other than that I love them? Every goal is for them, only them"

You smile, placing the magazine now located in your lap. Anneliese opens her mouth in shock, running around the couch "He dedicates it to us, he dedicates it to us! Dada is fantastic, isn't he?"

"He is. He really is"

They are sincere words, because you could never want anything else other than this: your perfection, your husband, your daughter

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 6 (the finale)

Our time has come, this labor of love is *finished* (at least for now, i could probably be convinced to return to these loves soon)

warnings: none pairing: lando x singlemom!reader word count: 2k words

- A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 - A Package Deal - Part 5 - Master List

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yourusername cold but happy carlossainz still can't believe you convinced Lando to spend Christmas in the cold. >>>yourusername oh it wasn't me! Stella said she wanted to learn how to ski, next thing I know he's booking a 2 week trip to Switzerland! >>>landonorris what my girl wants, my girl gets. 🤷🏻

Christmas, 2025 "Momma, are you sure Santa knows to bring my presents here this year and to not leave them at home?" The concern etched on Stella's face has you grinning into your wine glass.

"Yes, my darling." You assure her, patting her head as she snuggles deeper into Lando's side. "I wrote him a letter weeks ago, remember? You were with me when we mailed it! When you wake up tomorrow morning, all of your presents will be underneath that tree right over there."

This had been Stella's number one concern ever since Lando had announced that he'd booked a house at one of the most exclusive resorts in Gstaad, Switzerland for the Christmas holiday. You had spent a significant amount of time since discussing the fact that yes, Santa did know she wasn't going to be at home this year and yes, he would be able to deliver her presents here instead.

You had been in the mountain town for a few days now, spending nearly every waking moment on the slopes. It was beginning to feel routine, the way you all woke up around the same time and had breakfast together before getting your snow gear on and heading out onto the mountain. You had enrolled Stella in ski school that first day, despite Lando's protests that he could absolutely teach her to ski by himself, and she was thriving. It took a Herculean effort to get her off of her skis every evening but you were happy Stella was having fun.

Today you had managed to get Stella off the mountain early in order to go to dinner with Max and Pietra, who were also staying at the resort for Christmas. Max's initial reservations about Lando dating a single mom had long since evaporated into thin air, after he had seen how much both Stella and Lando adored each other this year. By the middle of the summer, you and Pietra had also become much closer as well, so you enjoyed traveling with Lando's friends who you now considered yours as well.

There was a crackling fire in the huge fireplace that took up most of the external wall of the large four bedroom chalet-style home and above the fireplace, Elf played on the tv. Stella was snuggled up between you and Lando, her head buried underneath Lando's arm, while her feet were stretched across your lap. Lando's arm is flung over the side of the couch, his fingers tangled in yours as his thumb brushes soft circles over the back of your hand. After a few days with a lot of activity, it felt nice to finally spend the evening relaxing in the quiet of your own space.

As the credits to Elf begin to roll, you tap Stella's feet, a signal that it's time to get moving. "Come on, baby girl, it's time for bed. Go brush your teeth and then I'll be in to read more of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and tuck you in, okay? The sooner you get to sleep, the faster Santa comes!"

Stella stretches out her legs and whines, sounding a lot like a cat after it wakes up from a long nap. "I want Dad to tuck me in tonight."

The entire world goes still as you suck in a breath at the name she just used for the very first time. On the other side of the couch, you see Lando freeze too, gaze snapping straight to you as his fingers tighten around yours. The request has your heart squeezing in your chest, a response to her question simply unable to form in your brain.

Stella senses the mood shift in the room and glances up first at you and then over at Lando. "What? Can't Daddy tuck me in just this once?"

Daddy.

Lando's stomach does a somersault up into his throat as he grips onto your hand for reassurance. Had she just...

It really shouldn't have been a surprise, he'd realize later once Stella was fast asleep and you were curled up in his arms in your shared bed. Ever since Silverstone back in July, Lando had practically moved in to your house in all but name. He'd decided to rent out his Monaco apartment to one of the new rookie drivers next season, choosing to remain full time in England where you were. The teachers and parents at school all knew him not as Lando Norris, Formula 1 driver but as the man that often picked up Stella from school whenever he was able to. Stella's teacher had even begun including him on her weekly email newsletters she always sent out on Friday afternoons. He was as ingratiated into this family as both you and Stella were.

But hearing her call him dad for the first time? The new title did something to Lando's heart that he wasn't sure he'd ever recover from.

Emotion claws at his throat as he struggles to find the simple words to answer her request.

"Of course he can, honey." You whisper, seeing the shock and adoration sit heavy on Lando's face. Your own voice is with thick with emotion too. "Do you need help finding some jammies to change into?" You ask as Stella slowly gets up from her little nest between you and Lando.

"Dad can help me." She says with a shrug, as if the name is the most natural thing in the world.

Lando moves to get off the couch as Stella pads down the hallway, the brand new teddy bear she had conned him into buying at a shop today tucked into the crook of her elbow. He squeezes your shoulder as you look up at him, brilliant smile stretching over your face.

"You okay?" You ask as he rounds the couch, following behind Stella, dazed look still on his face.

Lando rubs at the back of his neck, stopping for a moment before turning back to you. His eyes shimmer with tears as he glances behind him and then back at you. "I think so...is...is that okay with you? Her calling me..." He pauses, trying to work his mouth around the next word, "dad like that?"

You're surprised to see concern flit across his face, like you could possibly be upset at what had just happened. "Lando." You murmur, rising from the couch to stand in front of him. You slip your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are warm despite the fact that his kiss is hesitant at first. He quickly reads the emotion you pour into him though: confidence, love, desire. All of it positive and he knows without needing to hear anything vocalized that you're just happy about his new title as he is.

You tuck your head into his neck, nuzzling at the warm spot you love so much. "She loves you so much and so do I. You're the best thing that could have ever happened to us, Lando Norris."

Lando chuckles. "I think it's the opposite way around, my love. You two are the best thing that could have ever happened to me."

"DAAAAAAD" From the end of the hall, Stella's little voice calls out and you both can't help the laugh that pulls you apart. "I'm waaaaaaiting!!! Stop kissing Momma and come read to me!" She demands.

"The Princess awaits." Lando mutters before giving you one last peck on the cheek and turning away to walk down the hall towards Stella's room.

Over an hour later and you're 2 glasses of wine deeper than you were when Lando left you, still sitting alone on the couch. You're beginning to think he's fallen asleep putting Stella to bed only because you've done the same thing countless amounts of times over the years when you hear the door to her room whisper open.

"You were in there a long time." You murmur as Lando sits down on the couch before he pulls you into his lap. You set the wine glass down on the side table next to you so you can wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Stella and I had some things to discuss." He says lightly.

Lando's body relaxes as he tucks his head into your neck. If there's one thing you adore about your boyfriend you'll adore until the ends of time it's how affectionate he is. He's always touching you when you're near and he never gives half-hearted hugs, they're something he pours his full body into. The same goes with cuddling, it's never halfway with Lando when it comes to physical affection and you simply cannot ever get enough.

"Oh?" You laugh, grinning at him. "And what are you two plotting now?"

Lando shifts, glancing away as if he's nervous to answer your question. "Stella calling me dad just had me thinking about things..."

You lift an eyebrow. "Things?"

"Yeah" Lando nods. He takes a deep breath and pulls you closer into his chest. "I just got to thinking and maybe it’s time we make things official."

"What are you talking about?" Confusion has you pulling away from him so you can look at him. There's a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you have to resist the urge to kiss him, despite the fact that you are fully lost as to what he's talking about. "You’ve been calling me your girlfriend for months now?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I mean official official. With this." Lando lifts his hips off the couch and pulls out a black velvet box from his pocket. For the second time that night, your heart stalls in your chest, world tilting a bit on its axis.

"Lan." You whisper before sucking in a breath as he opens the top of the ring box. Nestled in the black velvet sits the most gorgeous ring you'd ever laid eyes on. It's simple and perfect and something you would have picked out on your own had you been let loose in a jewelry store.

"Marry me, baby." Lando's voice is thick, anxiety and nerves evident in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. "I never want to go back to a world where you and Stella aren't in my life. Stella sees me as her dad, I hope you can see me as your husband and father of the rest of our babies one day. I love you so much l. Spend the rest of your life with me?

It's a wonder the sound of your heart clattering against your ribcage doesn't wake Stella up it's so loud. Blood rushes past your ears so loudly, the sounds of the house are muffled for a moment and all you can do is stare at Lando. He doesn't move, a look of anxiety and love and hundreds of other emotions sitting so plainly on his face you can barely form a thought.

"Of course. Oh my god. Of course." Your right hand finds his cheek and you frame his face with your hand as he takes your left hand before slipping the ring on your finger. A perfect fit.

"Yeah?" A wash of relief crashes over Lando because for a moment he thought you were about to reject him.

When he had finished reading a chapter of Stella's book to her, he had as casually as he could brought up the idea of them being a family for real next year. Stella had been a bit confused, asking him if the weren't already a real family but Lando had quickly explained he meant he wanted to marry you but only if Stella thought that was a good idea because she was part of their family too and what she thought mattered to him just as much as what you thought.

You nod, laughing through your tears before crashing your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Yeah." You mutter against his mouth.

"I was going to do this tomorrow morning" Lando pulls away, glancing down at your hand that's still captured between his. "But it just felt right tonight. Stella was so excited, she started asking what kind of dress she’d get to wear at the wedding."

"Oh Lando." You coo before you allow him to lay you down on the couch, kissing you as he goes.

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123 likes liked by BFFSarah, CarlosSainz, yourdad, and others yourusername mrs. norris has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? 😘 BFFSarah OH. MY. GOD. I'm sobbing. Bestie. I love you. I love him. I love Stella. I'm so happy for you!!! >>>yourusername ❤️❤️❤️ thank you babes >>>BFFSarah sorry, back again to tell you holy SHIT that ring!! @/landonorris you did good!! >>>landonorris why thank you! ☺️

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1,098,874 likes liked by yourusername, mclaren, zakbrownceo, and others landonorris santa can't compete with my present this year zakbrownceo congratulations to both of you!!! we'll have to throw a little party when you're back in the new year! >>>yourusername thanks zak!! you are too good to us! user009 the gold digger got what she wanted...how long til she's knocked up with baby number 2? gotta get that bag somehow... >>>user221 seriously. bro fell for the oldest trick in the book. fucking gross. >>>user223 hey so this is a fucking WILD thing to say about someone you don't even know so publicly. JESUS. user928 OH MY GOD THEY'RE ENGAGED user230 we're going to get dad lando content FOREVER >>>user929 the way i live for stella/lando content and now we get even MORE??? Yes please!!!

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[magic-coffee]

Listened to the whole of The Importance of Being Earnest while doing Tasks and they didn't felt so evil afterall