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Synopsis: Memories of you and Lando, make it more difficult to deal with the fact he might not come home
You didn't know how it happened, but it did. One night you and Lando were talking, and the next thing you know, you're on the floor crying, and he's leaving. It all went wrong so fast that you felt like you were hit with a train the way your body ached.
Lando hasn't been back to your shared place in a while, granted he was away for a Grand Prix, but you weren't convinced that he'd come back home when he landed home. Pulling yourself out of bed you shuffle down the hallway and stop seeing all the pictures and memories in the living room.
āBaby, come on, just lay down, okay? You're tired.ā You try to reason with Lando; he'd just gotten home from a doubleheader and was trying to clean his luggage out, but he'd just been staring at his bags, thinking he's been putting it up.
āI will; im almost over with the luggage.ā He grumbles, rubbing the back of his head as he trips over his clothes and shoes.
Sighing, you put your book down, marking the place and grab his hand getting his attention. He looks up at you his eyes tired and sunken, āBaby.ā You mumble and pull him over to the couch and sit down. āLay down.ā You plead and put a pillow on your lap, where he lays down and puts his head on.
He giggles and removes the pillow burying his head into your lap. āSquishy.ā He laughs, poking your thighs as he gets himself comfortable. Opening your book, as he settles down, you do turn in the TV to have some slight noise for him. Landoās breaths level out as you stop and close the book running your fingers through those gorgeous curls.
āI love you.ā
A sob strangles your throat as you stare at the couch before moving into the kitchen trying so hard to keep it together. The memories just kept coming back, even looking at the stupid mini 50ās radio you have made memories pop up. You still can see the day he gave it to you perfectly.
āDoll? Can you come to the kitchen real quick please?ā He yells as you stand in the shared bedroom doing laundry. You finish folding his shirt and lay it in a pile before padding down the hallway. Soft music floats from the kitchen; youāre confused since you don't have anything in there to play music.
Turning the corner, you see the cute little green pastel radio in a corner, not even taking up that space. Lando stands there with a big smile, and his hand holds you, inviting you to dance to the slow music. Shaking your head, you move and grab his hand, Lando pulling you into him the moment your fingers touch.
He holds one of your hands up, his other hand curving around your back, holding you close, making you lean your head on his shoulder. āDance with me, my doll.ā He whispers as you both sway back and forth to the music. Sweet nothings passed between the both of you, just enjoying the lovely words and soft music.
āOh.ā You whimper, snapping back, grabbing water, and heading to the bedroom again. You couldn't handle this; if he was leaving you, you were sure its break you altogether. A notification lights up your phone alerting you to Landoās flight had landed, you forgot you got the app to keep track of him and make sure he got home safely.
Fresh tears roll down your dry and broken skin from all your crying in the past week. You do not know when it happened, but sleep seems to find you, only do you wake up to it being dark outside. Moving slightly, you stop hearing some banging in the hallway. You lay perfectly still, not wanting to alert whoever it was that you were awake.
āFuck.ā A British voice, a voice that brings you instant relief hearing again. Lando was home. The bedroom door opens slowly, and he stops in his steps, seeing you lying on the bed. āYouāre still here.ā He croaks to himself, dropping his bags and rounding the bed. Closing your eyes, you try hard not to let him know you're awake.
āYouāre still here, thank God,ā he whispers, kneeling in front of you. Shaky fingers touch your cheek before cold lips and nose press into your neck. āI shouldn't have left like that. It was such a stupid fight, and we didn't even talk. When I wasn't racing or in front of cameras, I kept crying and wanting to call. I thought you'd have left.ā His voice was hoarse, making it obvious he cried the entire time.
āI thought you wouldn't come home either.ā You whimper, making him drop his head hearing your voice. āIāll come home to you; I'll always come home to you as long as you have me.ā He whispers as you both lean into each other, tears falling between the two. Lando moves and crawls into the bed with you. He lays behind you and tugs you into his hold kissing the back of your neck.
āI'll never leave like that again Doll, I promise, never again.ā He whispers but you just nod your head, knowing that the future was always uncertain.
You're too unserious meets you talk too much [LN4]
ā Lando Norris x Reader ā
Co-workers to friends || One Shot
Warnings: slight angst, not proofread
a/n: something something childhood trauma types befriending each other. half of this is just Lando getting scolded and the other is him being a good friend lol
"Sit still for fucks sake, I'm trying to help you." You were tasked with doing some media work with number 4 during the F1 team's current MTC visit. This time you were on your own. Your marketing senior wasn't there today and the assistant that usually did a lot of the work was trying to help the new hire with filming some stuff of Andrea. You were trying to help him fix his fuckass hair that he had ruined with the hoodie he had on through half the meetings of the day. Not that was your job, but who else was gonna do it. It's not like he gave a fuck that much.
"Sometimes I feel like you don't want to be making as much money as you do with how little you care."
That made him stop moving and he looked up at you standing next to him fixing the curly mess.
"What do you mean?" ā "I know you're chaotic, but you're getting paid to be the center of other people's jobs, you know. I wouldn't be able to afford to act like you."
Great, now he looked a bit like a kicked puppy.
"I know you don't do it with ill-intention, but you're paid millions a year to not be a person holding up everyone elses schedule. And here you are, letting me fix your hair because why would you do it yourself. After all it's McLaren's PR and you're fine looking a little rough around the edges." He looked down listening to you, folding his hands together in his lap.
"It's a privilege to get to be yourself at work." You were basically done with the hair. He looked up, "You're right."
"Like I said, I get it. I'd maybe do the same if I was in your position. I just need you to know how much resentment that creates." He looked at you listening intently.
"And what would you be like if you didn't have to scold me right now, rightfully so?" He gave you one of those innocent inquiring small smiles that showed fear in offending you with the diverting question.
"I'd probably talk all the time." You shrugged before moving over to the tripod to adjust some settings for filming.
"I mean you can do that at work too, you know?" ā "Lan, if there is one equivalent to your unseriousness being called out all the time, it's my talking too much." You said it so matter of fact it made him frown a bit. Who told you that? You were often sharing little interesting facts about stuff the rest of the socials team was currently talking about. If anything he'd like to hear you speak more, you always said something smart or made plays on words. Now that you pointed it out, he did notice you didn't talk much beyond work, basic surface level convos and the occasional fun bit.
"Anyway, this one is you explaining how the steering wheels are different based on driver preferences. Video starts with me asking behind the camera "Can you explain the steering wheels to us?" and you can explain however you want, we can do retakes. Script for this would've been insane." He locked into camera mode, neutralized his expression and gave you a thumbs up with a smile.
You spent the next 90 minutes just filming content for the socials, events, giveaways, shareholders and sponsors. By the end you were exhausted from just standing there, directing him. And he was talked all the way out, melting into his seat the moment you told him the work for the day was done.
He looked at his watch, "I have 30 minutes, wanna grab lunch?"
You blinked at him, why would he ask? He usually just left after filming to have a quiet few minutes before more meetings ensued.
"I mean unless you have to keep working right now and can't take a break." He corrected himself in assuming you had time.
"No, I can, I'm just confused that you asked." You commented while watching the SD card contents being cloned onto the orange-branded harddrive.
"I just figured because the rest of the team isn't here today it'd be a bit rude to leave you alone here."
"Oh." So he was only doing it because he didn't want you to look like a lone woman, "I would've been fine, don't you worry. I've traveled to three continents alone, I can handle a Lando Norris walking out on me after work."
He chuckled a bit at that response, "I mean you're also just fun to be around."
"I'm concerned of your emotional health hearing you say that so soon after being scolded by me." You watched the data get uploaded to the drive the editors could access.
"Believe it or not, in my position I might be able to do a lot of things the average person can't, but I surely don't cross a lot of honest people."
"Hate to say it, but maybe find more women with a degree to add to your life. You know, they're brutal but they're good friends to have." That made him laugh while nodding in agreement.
ā
"Didn't think I'd ever say this about Mac'n'cheese, but this is kinda shit." He mumbled well into his third bite of it.
"Meh, it's good enough to eat. Would I prefer the real deal? Sure. But this is food I don't have to pay for as an employee." You shrugged, eating it with a neutral face.
Some colleagues from other departments kept looking over at you two, you tried to ignore them.
"I have a question." You looked at him to keep talking.
"Who's telling you that you talk too much? I need to have several words with them." He pointed his fork at you.
"You haven't ever seen me in my element." ā "I don't care, I think it's a fucked thing to tell another adult. That's some middle school bullshit. You're smart as hell, keep yapping."
That last part made you a bit unsure of how to react.
"I mean, really, you're part of the marketing team. If any team should be free to yap and not be too corporate, it's that one." He gestured a lot, unable to comprehend how dumb corporate culture was.
"Well, it is very corporate though." You shrugged it off.
"I mean, as much as I'd hate to see it, you'd probably be better off working for another company." You looked up from your food at him a bit taken aback by what he had just said.
"Lando, jobs don't just suddenly appear." ā "Apply for executive marketing positions, I'll start a bet with you about how quick you'll get an offer." ā "I'm not qualified for those." ā "Neither are most people currently in them."
You gave him a 'you got me there' face.
"If I win WDC this year I'll have enough money around me to make you professional yapper. Putting that on your LinkedIn." You raised your eyebrow at him before you both started cackling.
"No, but for real, find a place where you can yap at least a little more." He shrugged, "Cuz you're too smart not to."
"Lando being serious...I finally get to see it." You smiled and he gave an even bigger smile back.
"If you don't do it I will force you to be my friend, because I do wanna hear you give me interesting facts like how people didn't preserve analogue photos of chubby rich women because of patriarchal societal standards."
Your eyes widened, "Wow, you really do listen to my little things I throw into convos." He gave you a big self-satisfied smile, "Of course I do."
You had to swallow down that feeling of wanting to cry at being heard together with the next bite of your lunch. Maybe he was right and you needed a better job.
"I might have a problem though." He became alert in response to that statement.
"It's not just work people telling me I talk too much, it's basically two thirds of people in my life. Sure, I can change the job, but how the fuck do you just cut that much of your social life off?" ā "This is gonna sound crazy, but it's actually not that bad? You'll notice the ones you lose weren't really adding anything to begin with."
You picked at the last few bites, "I'm impressed that you of all people actually give good life advice."
"Being in the F1 pipeline is speedrunning early adulthood to be honest." He said looking up deep in thought.
"Makes sense." There was a short comfortable silence.
"You wanna hang out after my meetings are over?" ā "Where is all that free time of yours coming from?" You narrowed your eyes.
"You underestimate how much me-time I get planned into my days to nap between work and flights." He smiled in the way that reached his eyes.
"I mean I'm game, but I'll be tired as fuck." He shrugged in response.
ā
He was standing there waiting, leaned against his fuckass overly perfect looking supercar, like he couldn't be more on brand. Sun already going low behind the MTC after arguably one of the longest workdays ever between two double-headers.
"You look like you're about to collapse." He smiled, you hated him for having a personal trainer that made him be fine after a day this long.
"I am." You said a bit grumpy, before he opened the passenger door for you. Oh, you know SOME colleague was watching right now and about to share tea to a group chat.
"Thanks." You gently threw yourself into that car seat like it was your couch before the door closed next to you.
Seatbelt on, curly head next to you sitting down, you pushing your legs out.
"Why do I get the feeling you'll fall asleep in my car." ā "I don't know about you, but if my biggest problem would be a pretty woman falling asleep in my expensive car I wouldn't even speak."
You smiled, a genuine smile too. "Pretty, huh?"
"Are you implying I'm not?" ā "Hell nah, I'm just shocked by the self awareness." He responded while the car came to life.
"Why? You like a blissfully unaware woman?" You grinned, trying to make him spiral to defend.
"You're making an awful lot of accusations, love." ā "You're the one that pointed out that I called myself pretty."
He shook his head while not taking his eyes off the road, "I'll dig my grave now."
"You're so unserious." You giggled and it was one of the few times he heard it said without the undertone that even Max occasionally used. The 'I love it but fuck man' undertone. It wasn't there.
He looked over at you drowning in your cardigan with a fond smile.
And yes, you did indeed fall asleep. And yes, he did just let you sleep for a while even when you arrived at the place he wanted to hang out at. Who would want to disturb a pretty woman sleeping in the passenger seat of a fancy car after all. Well, he would after ten minutes or so, but only because sleeping at 8pm can't be a good choice, especially not in that position.
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You're too unserious meets you talk too much [LN4]
ā Lando Norris x Reader ā
Co-workers to friends || One Shot
Warnings: slight angst, not proofread
a/n: something something childhood trauma types befriending each other. half of this is just Lando getting scolded and the other is him being a good friend lol
"Sit still for fucks sake, I'm trying to help you." You were tasked with doing some media work with number 4 during the F1 team's current MTC visit. This time you were on your own. Your marketing senior wasn't there today and the assistant that usually did a lot of the work was trying to help the new hire with filming some stuff of Andrea. You were trying to help him fix his fuckass hair that he had ruined with the hoodie he had on through half the meetings of the day. Not that was your job, but who else was gonna do it. It's not like he gave a fuck that much.
"Sometimes I feel like you don't want to be making as much money as you do with how little you care."
That made him stop moving and he looked up at you standing next to him fixing the curly mess.
"What do you mean?" ā "I know you're chaotic, but you're getting paid to be the center of other people's jobs, you know. I wouldn't be able to afford to act like you."
Great, now he looked a bit like a kicked puppy.
"I know you don't do it with ill-intention, but you're paid millions a year to not be a person holding up everyone elses schedule. And here you are, letting me fix your hair because why would you do it yourself. After all it's McLaren's PR and you're fine looking a little rough around the edges." He looked down listening to you, folding his hands together in his lap.
"It's a privilege to get to be yourself at work." You were basically done with the hair. He looked up, "You're right."
"Like I said, I get it. I'd maybe do the same if I was in your position. I just need you to know how much resentment that creates." He looked at you listening intently.
"And what would you be like if you didn't have to scold me right now, rightfully so?" He gave you one of those innocent inquiring small smiles that showed fear in offending you with the diverting question.
"I'd probably talk all the time." You shrugged before moving over to the tripod to adjust some settings for filming.
"I mean you can do that at work too, you know?" ā "Lan, if there is one equivalent to your unseriousness being called out all the time, it's my talking too much." You said it so matter of fact it made him frown a bit. Who told you that? You were often sharing little interesting facts about stuff the rest of the socials team was currently talking about. If anything he'd like to hear you speak more, you always said something smart or made plays on words. Now that you pointed it out, he did notice you didn't talk much beyond work, basic surface level convos and the occasional fun bit.
"Anyway, this one is you explaining how the steering wheels are different based on driver preferences. Video starts with me asking behind the camera "Can you explain the steering wheels to us?" and you can explain however you want, we can do retakes. Script for this would've been insane." He locked into camera mode, neutralized his expression and gave you a thumbs up with a smile.
You spent the next 90 minutes just filming content for the socials, events, giveaways, shareholders and sponsors. By the end you were exhausted from just standing there, directing him. And he was talked all the way out, melting into his seat the moment you told him the work for the day was done.
He looked at his watch, "I have 30 minutes, wanna grab lunch?"
You blinked at him, why would he ask? He usually just left after filming to have a quiet few minutes before more meetings ensued.
"I mean unless you have to keep working right now and can't take a break." He corrected himself in assuming you had time.
"No, I can, I'm just confused that you asked." You commented while watching the SD card contents being cloned onto the orange-branded harddrive.
"I just figured because the rest of the team isn't here today it'd be a bit rude to leave you alone here."
"Oh." So he was only doing it because he didn't want you to look like a lone woman, "I would've been fine, don't you worry. I've traveled to three continents alone, I can handle a Lando Norris walking out on me after work."
He chuckled a bit at that response, "I mean you're also just fun to be around."
"I'm concerned of your emotional health hearing you say that so soon after being scolded by me." You watched the data get uploaded to the drive the editors could access.
"Believe it or not, in my position I might be able to do a lot of things the average person can't, but I surely don't cross a lot of honest people."
"Hate to say it, but maybe find more women with a degree to add to your life. You know, they're brutal but they're good friends to have." That made him laugh while nodding in agreement.
ā
"Didn't think I'd ever say this about Mac'n'cheese, but this is kinda shit." He mumbled well into his third bite of it.
"Meh, it's good enough to eat. Would I prefer the real deal? Sure. But this is food I don't have to pay for as an employee." You shrugged, eating it with a neutral face.
Some colleagues from other departments kept looking over at you two, you tried to ignore them.
"I have a question." You looked at him to keep talking.
"Who's telling you that you talk too much? I need to have several words with them." He pointed his fork at you.
"You haven't ever seen me in my element." ā "I don't care, I think it's a fucked thing to tell another adult. That's some middle school bullshit. You're smart as hell, keep yapping."
That last part made you a bit unsure of how to react.
"I mean, really, you're part of the marketing team. If any team should be free to yap and not be too corporate, it's that one." He gestured a lot, unable to comprehend how dumb corporate culture was.
"Well, it is very corporate though." You shrugged it off.
"I mean, as much as I'd hate to see it, you'd probably be better off working for another company." You looked up from your food at him a bit taken aback by what he had just said.
"Lando, jobs don't just suddenly appear." ā "Apply for executive marketing positions, I'll start a bet with you about how quick you'll get an offer." ā "I'm not qualified for those." ā "Neither are most people currently in them."
You gave him a 'you got me there' face.
"If I win WDC this year I'll have enough money around me to make you professional yapper. Putting that on your LinkedIn." You raised your eyebrow at him before you both started cackling.
"No, but for real, find a place where you can yap at least a little more." He shrugged, "Cuz you're too smart not to."
"Lando being serious...I finally get to see it." You smiled and he gave an even bigger smile back.
"If you don't do it I will force you to be my friend, because I do wanna hear you give me interesting facts like how people didn't preserve analogue photos of chubby rich women because of patriarchal societal standards."
Your eyes widened, "Wow, you really do listen to my little things I throw into convos." He gave you a big self-satisfied smile, "Of course I do."
You had to swallow down that feeling of wanting to cry at being heard together with the next bite of your lunch. Maybe he was right and you needed a better job.
"I might have a problem though." He became alert in response to that statement.
"It's not just work people telling me I talk too much, it's basically two thirds of people in my life. Sure, I can change the job, but how the fuck do you just cut that much of your social life off?" ā "This is gonna sound crazy, but it's actually not that bad? You'll notice the ones you lose weren't really adding anything to begin with."
You picked at the last few bites, "I'm impressed that you of all people actually give good life advice."
"Being in the F1 pipeline is speedrunning early adulthood to be honest." He said looking up deep in thought.
"Makes sense." There was a short comfortable silence.
"You wanna hang out after my meetings are over?" ā "Where is all that free time of yours coming from?" You narrowed your eyes.
"You underestimate how much me-time I get planned into my days to nap between work and flights." He smiled in the way that reached his eyes.
"I mean I'm game, but I'll be tired as fuck." He shrugged in response.
ā
He was standing there waiting, leaned against his fuckass overly perfect looking supercar, like he couldn't be more on brand. Sun already going low behind the MTC after arguably one of the longest workdays ever between two double-headers.
"You look like you're about to collapse." He smiled, you hated him for having a personal trainer that made him be fine after a day this long.
"I am." You said a bit grumpy, before he opened the passenger door for you. Oh, you know SOME colleague was watching right now and about to share tea to a group chat.
"Thanks." You gently threw yourself into that car seat like it was your couch before the door closed next to you.
Seatbelt on, curly head next to you sitting down, you pushing your legs out.
"Why do I get the feeling you'll fall asleep in my car." ā "I don't know about you, but if my biggest problem would be a pretty woman falling asleep in my expensive car I wouldn't even speak."
You smiled, a genuine smile too. "Pretty, huh?"
"Are you implying I'm not?" ā "Hell nah, I'm just shocked by the self awareness." He responded while the car came to life.
"Why? You like a blissfully unaware woman?" You grinned, trying to make him spiral to defend.
"You're making an awful lot of accusations, love." ā "You're the one that pointed out that I called myself pretty."
He shook his head while not taking his eyes off the road, "I'll dig my grave now."
"You're so unserious." You giggled and it was one of the few times he heard it said without the undertone that even Max occasionally used. The 'I love it but fuck man' undertone. It wasn't there.
He looked over at you drowning in your cardigan with a fond smile.
And yes, you did indeed fall asleep. And yes, he did just let you sleep for a while even when you arrived at the place he wanted to hang out at. Who would want to disturb a pretty woman sleeping in the passenger seat of a fancy car after all. Well, he would after ten minutes or so, but only because sleeping at 8pm can't be a good choice, especially not in that position.
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hello! thank you for replying to my ask. please take your time because i'm in no rush to find that fic <3
on a side note, i totally agree with that post you reblogged from dewylewis' blog. i was like "huh?!" the first time i read an article about his latest dating rumor. thought it was just a mindless clickbait but then it got worse the more i read about it, saw those pictures and all i could mutter was "whew". luckily, i'm only attached to fictional lewis so i'm fine with w/e tf he's doing with his life and his image.
GIRLLLL I FOUNDDDD IT!! I found the fic!!! was at it the whole morning! Totally worth it! I reposted it just for you, it's called "The list" and you'll find the link on my Lando masterlist. Enjoyyyyyy š„³š¤
and yesss, about Lewis, girl you and me both :( I was so bummed when I saw it, I thought it was AI but then the superbowl photos surfaced. Usually I don't care about my celeb crushes not being single, because I know I'm in love with the imaginary version of them I've created... you never know how a celebrity is, as a person, as a partner in real life. So it doesn't bother me as much.
I mean they can date/marry whomever they want, it's just that Kim contradicts a lot of what Lewis believes in or claims to. I can't exactly preach feminism and then marry Andrew Tate. That being said I genuinely hope they are just friends and not actually dating, because that's going to make many of us doubt a lot of what Lewis has talked about in the past.
Hello! Iām wondering if you could maybe write Lando with 50 - putting a hand over the otherās mouth to shut them up. Like Reader and he are dating for a few months and theyāre always doing something whenever heās free so he thinks that Reader is just so outgoing and adventurous, not until he sees a list. The reader has like a list of things they want to do with Lando before he breaks up with them. So like Reader is explaining and then *boom* no. 50. Sorry if this is so detailed š
i enjoyed writing this so much, thank you for requesting!! enjoy <3
lando norris x reader, 2.6k. little bit of angst but a happy ending.
You like to think you've always been a fairly spontaneous person.Ā
You arenāt afraid to try new things. You like seeing where the day takes you (most of the time). Whenever a friend will call you up and suggest something random to do, youāre always game.Ā
But however spontaneous you think you've been, dating Lando Norris has made you even more so. Youāve only been officially together a few months now, and itās been great. Heās kind and funny and extremely generous when it comes to you, but you know how things like this end.Ā
Heās Lando Norris, world famous Formula 1 driver, and youāreā¦well, youāre just you. Youāre nothing special. Average, even. You arenāt sure what he saw in you the day you met that made him want to stay, but he did, and now he makes you feel special in ways you never could have imagined.Ā
And itās because of that youāve made The List. As the name suggests, itās a list, full of things you want to do with Lando before he inevitably breaks up with you. Some are extravagant in your opinion, some are more down to earth. Some of them youāve already gotten to check off.Ā
Explore a new city at night together? Check.Ā
Have a fine dining experience in Monaco? Check.Ā
Have a How to Train Your Dragon marathon because much to your horror, heād never seen the movies at all? Check.Ā
Take one of Landoās million dollar cars out for a ride down the coast with you in the driverās seat? That one heād done very reluctantly and with one hand gripping the door handle for dear life, but check.Ā
Your adventures always start with a text. Messages of different content, sent at different times of day, but itās always Lando wanting the same thingāto see you, no matter what it takes.
A simple āwish you were hereā turns into you on the next flight to a different country every time because Lando misses you a little too much. An āI wanna see you sooner than we plannedā turns into him flying out to where you are and spending even just a day, sometimes less than, together because heād rather travel halfway across the globe than be away from you too long.Ā
Youāve spent days holed up in his flat together doing nothing but watching trashy television eating ice cream and takeaway in your pajamas, and on the flip side, gone on week long trips to the Bahamas where you were wined and dined and spoiled so much by him you didnāt want to go home afterwards.Ā Ā
Thatās kind of the way things are with Landoāspontaneous, always a good timeāwhenever heās free. His schedule is much more strict than yours, but you make it work, together. You do it because even though it hasnāt been long, you think youāre starting to fall in love with him.Ā
But at the end of the day, youāre from two different worlds, and eventually heāll come to realize that, and then itāll be over. The List is your way of compartmentalizing and accepting that.Ā
Youāre going over said list yet again right now, looking over the few things youāve been able to check off with a sad smile. You wonder when your luck will run out and youāll have to say goodbye to the best times of your life.Ā
Out of the blue, your phone buzzes with a message. Then another, and another, and before you can see whoās texting you so many times, it rings. One look at caller ID and the dumb photo youād taken of Lando on one of your many adventures tells you itās him calling.Ā
āLando? Is everything okay?āĀ
āHi to you too, babe. Everythingās fine, I just wanted to hear your voice,ā He says casually. You snort out an ungraceful laugh, rolling your eyes playfully even if he canāt see it. āThereās that laugh I love. I miss you.āĀ
You can picture him now, probably sprawled out on the bed of some fancy hotel room. On the balcony, if itās daytime and warm out. Heās probably got that lopsided grin on his face tooāthe one that only really comes out around youāand it makes your heart ache. You havenāt seen him in a few weeks, but it feels like longer. Months. Eons, even.Ā
āI miss you too, you muppet.āĀ
āYou do? Like, a lot?āĀ
Your brows furrow in curiosity. āYeah, ācourse I do.āĀ
āThatās good to know.āĀ
Before you can question his short answer, thereās a knock at your front door.Ā
āHang on, Lan, thereās someone at the door,ā You sigh, shifting the phone to your other ear as you drag yourself off the couch to grab the door. There isnāt an inkling in your mind who it could be since you arenāt expecting anyone, and you hadnāt ordered any packages lately that could warrant parcel service.Ā
āYeah, better go answer that,ā He hums.Ā
You donāt connect the dots until you've pulled the door open and locked eyes with Lando himself, phone still in hand, grinning just like you thought heād be.Ā
āSurprise!ā He exclaims, making jazz hands. Your phone nearly slips from your fingers at the sight of him, jaw going slack as you blink at him like you can't quite comprehend that he's right in front of you rather than across the world. You must stare at him for longer than you know, because he shifts on his feet awkwardly, brows raised. āErm, surprise? Hello?āĀ
āHi,ā You finally manage to say, eyes wide. āOh my god, hi!ā Excitement breaks through your disbelief at last and you all but throw yourself at him, crushing him in a massive hug that sends him stumbling two steps backward.Ā
Lando huffs out a high pitched, breathy giggle, hefting you into his arms with your legs around his waist. āHey, baby,ā He murmurs, nose buried deep into the crook of your neck. Once heās inside and the door is kicked shut behind him, he lets you back down onto your feet.Ā
āWhatāre you doing here?ā You ask incredulously, letting your gaze flit all over his face. He looks a little tired, dark circles under his eyes a little more pronounced, hair a little messier than you remember. But heās still got that smile on his face, the big one that makes his eyes squint shut a bit and tells you heās happy.Ā
āCanāt a guy just pay his girl a surprise visit without a reason?ā He asks, all cheeky grin and boyish charm. You press a kiss to his smiling mouth, running your fingers through the shorter hair at the back of his head. āI missed you, wanted to see you, hopped on the first flight out, here I am.āĀ
āOh yeah? What if I was busy?ā You tease, giving his hair a little tug.
āWere you?āĀ
āNo. But I couldāve been.āĀ
āSince when are you too busy for me?ā He shoots back, nose scrunching cutely. He doesnāt know how much truth lies in that one little question. āSo, dinner? Iām starving.āĀ
You shrug. āI could eat. Let me get changed really quick and then we can go out.āĀ
Like always, spontaneity is the name of the game with Lando. Youāll spend maybe a day with each other before he jets off to wherever heās going next, and then youāll be back to wondering when the next time youāll see him is. If you had your choice, youād tell him you donāt want him to go. It wouldnāt change anything, but at least youād have put it out there.Ā
āI know it's pretty last minute, but I think we could probably get a table at this little Mediterranean place over onāā
The rest of your sentence dies off when you walk back into the room after youāve put on some decent going out clothes and see Lando holding a piece of paper.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Ā
Itās The List. Heās holding The List, probably already read it too judging by the furrow of his brow. In all the excitement of him showing up out of the blue, youād forgotten to tuck it away.Ā
His gaze flicks to yours, impossible to read as he holds up the paper. āWhat is this?āĀ
You decide to go for humor first. āThat is a list.āĀ
āYeah, no shit, I can see that,ā Lando snorts, shaking his head. āBut what is it? Whatās it for?āĀ
āSo, funny story. Really think youāre gonna laugh,ā You chuckle nervously, taking a seat next to him. Youāve been caught now, thereās no use in trying to cover things up anymore. āWhen we started dating, I made a list of things I thought would be fun. Things I wanted to do with you before we broke up.āĀ
To Landoās credit, he manages to look even more confused than you expected. āBroke up? What the hell are you even talking about, break up? You wanna break up?āĀ
āNo! No, I donāt want to break up. Thatās the last thing I want,ā You insist, shaking your head. He holds his hands up as if to say 'then what?'. āLook, I know how this ends, Lando. Weāre very different, you and me. The kind of life you have demands a certainā¦image, and I donāt fit into it.āĀ
āWhat are you talking about?ā He repeats, voice low. āOf course you fit into my life, love. You fit perfectly, thatās ridiculous.āĀ
āIs it? Lando, Iām not like every other girl youāve datedāIām not a model, Iām not famous. I work a shitty job and I have a shitty apartment, and eventually youāre going to realize that Iām not the kind of person you want to be with, and youāre gonna leave!ā You blurt, doing your very best to keep the waver out of your voice. āOne way or another, one day, this thing we have, however great we think it is now, is going to come to an end. The list is stupid, but itās helped me come to terms with that. You may not get it, butāāĀ
Landoās hand goes over your mouth before you can finish your sentence. Not hard enough to hurt, but sudden enough to stun you into silence.Ā
āAre you done?ā He asks flatly, arching a dark brow. You nod, and his hand drops. āI like your job. I like your flat. I like you. And I donāt know where youāve gotten this idea that Iām just gonna bail one day, but itās fuckinā rubbish.āĀ
āYou have a reputation, Lando,ā You mutter. Youāve done the deep dive, gone down the rabbit hole of the Internet with the intention of managing your expectations, only to reemerge with a pit in your stomach and the sinking feeling that the rug is going to be pulled right out from under your feet when you least expect it. Landoās face warps into something akin to embarrassed guilt, almost shame. āYeah, I know about it. Youāre not exactly the picture of commitment here.āĀ
āOkay. Okay, yes, Iāve made mistakes in my relationships. I was young and stupid and didn't know the weight of my actions. But Iāve grown up since then. Iāve changed,ā He says slowly. Cautiously. Heās got his hands out in front of him like he wants to reach out and hold you, but doesnāt know if he should. āThat was the past, baby. This, with you, right nowāI would never do anything to jeopardize that.ā
āHow do I know youāre telling the truth?āĀ
āBecause itās me! When have I ever lied to you? When have Iājesus, I flew across the world for you because I wanted to see you!ā He exclaims, dragging his hands back through his hair. Heās begun to pace now, which only happens when his emotions get big. āEvery night I go to sleep wishing you were with me, and every morning when I wake up, thereās thisāthis ache clawing at my chest because youāre not there.āĀ
āLandoā¦āĀ
āNo, no. You did your talking, now itās my turn. I donāt know how else to show you how I feel about you. Do you want me to get on my knees and beg or something? āCause Iāll do it, Iāll do whatever you want me to do.āĀ
He actually does drop to his knees at this point, both hands pressed together as he drapes himself over your lap dramatically.Ā
āOh my god, get up,ā You huff, stifling a giggle at his overexaggerated pleading.Ā
Lando lifts his head, peering up at you with one eye squeezed shut. As soon as he sees you smiling, he straightens up, bumping your chin gently with his knuckles. āAre we good now?āĀ
āWeāre good,ā You concede, hand wrapping around his wrist. His pulse thumps steadily against your fingers. āIām sorry for doubting you, Lan.āĀ
āNext time you feel like this, just come talk to me. Trust that Iāll be one hundred percent honest with you, always. Okay?āĀ Ā
āOkay.āĀ
āNow let me kiss the shit out of you, baby. Iāve been deprived for way too long.āĀ
āHow long?ā You hum, tilting your head.Ā
āCāmere and Iāll show you.āĀ
Lando kisses you, and you swear you can feel every ounce of tension in your body melt away until youāre putty in his arms.
āCome to a race. As my guest,ā He murmurs, thumbs stroking over your cheeks. You start to shake your head, but he kisses you again at the corner of your mouth to stop you, forehead pressing against yours. āLet me show you how serious I am about us.āĀ
āYou donāt have to make your case anymore, babe. I was being ridiculous earlier, I know how you feel about me,ā You say gratefully. And you do know now. The fact that heās so adamant on making sure you know gives you hope.Ā
āNo, hear me out. Come with me, let me show you off to the world. My girl,ā He insists. āYouāve always wanted to see a race in person, and youāll get to be in the team suite, the garage if you wanna watch from there. And I happen to know a guy whoāll give you a personal VIP tour of the ins and outs of the whole paddock.āĀ
āThat is very tempting.āĀ
āThe guy is me, by the way. If that tips the scales in my favor.āĀ
āYou know what people will say.āĀ
He pops back up onto the couch next to you, taking both your hands in his. āI donāt give a fuck what they say. Iām happy with you and I want the whole damn world to know, fuck what people think.āĀ
You gnaw on the inside of your cheek in contemplation, nose scrunching. āAre you sure?āĀ
āAbsolutely, a gazillion percent sure. Like, if sure was a dish on a menu with a hundred other options, I still wouldnāt even think twice before getting it,ā Lando says earnestly. You finally crack a smile. āSo, how ābout it? Say youāll be my guest of honor.āĀ
āGuest of honor seems very prestigious.āĀ
āIām a little rusty with arts and crafts, but Iāll even make you a crown if you want.āĀ
āDefinitely not,ā You giggle. Lando gives a little offended look at the quickness of your answer, but still seems well pleased nonetheless. āBut I will take you up on that paddock tour.āĀ
āDeal! Done deal, for sure. Oh, this is the best day of my life! I have to go make some calls, pull some strings,ā He says quickly, fishing his phone out of his pocket. āUm, raincheck on the Mediterranean place, if thatās alright? I gotta sort this out sooner rather than later.āĀ
You smile, nodding. āTakeaway and Love Island it is.ā
āOh my god, yes please! Iām sick of waiting for you so we can watch the new season together.āĀ
āUm, itās called being a good boyfriend!āĀ
āI know, but itās fucking Love Island! I need my fix!āĀ
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hello, i wonder if you have ever read/reblogged a ln4 fic like this: reader is a normal girl, have a normal job, met and dated with lando (not sure if it was written on how and when it happened). thought that eventually lando would get bored of her and find someone else who'd be more beautiful, famous and richer than her so she made a to-do list that she wanted to do with lando during their daing time, mostly cute and fun couple stuff. the last thing was that she'd break up with lando (before he did so she'd feel hurt less). one day when she was rechecking the list, lando called her and made a surprise visit at her apartment. he saw and read the list she left on the table and later confronted her about it.
i rmbr reading this fic around june, july last year from a blog with "formular" in it but now i can't find it anywhere because tumblr search engine is really stupid...
Hi! I KNOW EXACTLY what fanfic you are talking about, I've read it for sure! and I've maybe reposted it too but I can't find it right now! but I know it's somewhere in my "liked" posts...Can you give me a couple of days to look for it ? I have it somewhere, I promise!
Okay, I know Iām probably the least serious person on this app but real talk.
The whole situation with Lewis really made something clear to me, and I think a lot of ppl are feeling this right now. Itās not even about the dating rumor itself. But about the contradiction highlights. When someone publicly builds an image around certains morals and causes, ppl naturally expect a minimum of coherence.
Iāve always disliked ppl who worship celebrities. I wouldnāt say I did that with Lewis, but he was one of the only celebrity i genuinely liked, beside all the freakiness I say about him, I really liked that guy or at least his surface. Anyway this situation made me realize how easily admiration can turn into an emotional investment like almost āparasocialā without even noticing.
Does that mean we shouldnāt like celebrities? No, itās fine to find them attractive, to write silly fanfictions and to admire their works etc. But centering them, and projecting values onto them or building expectations around who we think they are, is a bad idea.
Maybe this whole āLewis break up eraā is just a reminder to keep a healthy distance with him or anyone actually. We can appreciate him and everything but letās not build our principles or emotional attachment around someone who doesnāt even know we exist.
Anyway I poured my whole heart but I hope itās more clear now š«¶š¼ now letās all grab a tissue and move on
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summary: you've watched him for so many nights, at last it's your turn to help lando with his nightly routine
Your smile was wide as Lando lowered his head down to rest against your shoulder, swinging his legs around so that they rested over your lap. Your arm wrapped around him to stop him from slipping as Lando let go of a dramatic, loud yawn.Ā
Your laughter threatened to spill as a huff came from him, letting you know just how tired he was. It had been a long week of racing, and Lando was determined to let you know just how much all of it had taken out of him.Ā
It didnāt take long before your hands to find their way into his hair, detangling his messy locks. It was a weakness of yours, but also a sweet spot of Landoās, which didnāt help when he was already feeling so sleepy.Ā
āCan we go to bed?ā Lando whispered, pressing a kiss against your cheek to try and persuade you. āIf I donāt go to bed now then I might just fall asleep here for the rest of the night,ā he added.Ā
You hummed in response, encouraging Lando to stand up before you did the same. Your hand intertwined in with his as you turned everything off before leading Lando over to the stairs, taking it nice and slow as you made your way up, taking him by surprise when you went into the bathroom rather than the bedroom.Ā
āYouāve still got to make sure that you clean yourself up Lan.āĀ
āIām too sleepy, you do it for me instead love.āĀ
You placed Lando so that he was resting against the sink, opening up his side of the cupboard looking through at all the products that he owned. A murmur came from you as you noticed his moisturiser, taking it out and removing the lid.Ā
āGo easy on me, Iām tired,ā Lando hummed, closing his eyes as he felt your hands go to his cheeks, beginning to rub the product all over his face, covering as much of his face as you could.Ā
āYour beard is getting so long,ā you laughed as your hands came down underneath his chin, tickling against the goatee that he was growing out. āYouāve got to start tidying this up a little bit better Lan.āĀ
His head shook with a pout on his face, keeping his eyes closed for a few more moments when he felt your hands drop. āDo you know how long Iāve had to work to grow this thing out and stop looking like a teenage boy? Itāll take me months to grow it out as good as this again.Ā
Your head shook as you placed Landoās moisturiser back into the cupboard, picking out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He remained glued to the spot as he placed his hands against your hips, a shy smile creeping onto his face at the small distance that was between the two of you.Ā
As he realised what you were doing, Lando slowly opened his mouth up so that you could get in and brush his teeth for him, relishing in the feeling of you doing everything for him.Ā
āYouāre enjoying this,ā you teased, squeezing some paste onto his brush. Your free hand went to Landoās jaw, holding him tightly in position as you began to brush his teeth, covering everywhere in a circular motion.Ā
Lando shrugged, unable to hide the smile that was on his face, his eyes watching the concentration in your expression. āYou do such a good job of taking care of me my love.āĀ
After a couple of minutes, you turned Lando around so that he could spit out the toothpaste, rinsing his brush underneath the tap. You tidied everything up before nudging Landoās waist, encouraging him to move. He stayed where he was though, holding out his hand as if to tell you that you had to take him there.Ā
āSeriously?ā You chuckled, lacing your hand in with his, turning the bathroom light off before guiding Lando into the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed.Ā
He was a proud figure as you went over to his wardrobe, digging through and finding a fresh shirt for Lando to change into. You threw it over to him, watching it land on top of his head, but Lando didnāt move to take it away.Ā
āDonāt tell me I have to change your shirt too?ā You questioned, but you already knew the answer as he remained perfectly still. āNo way are you this tired Lando Norris.āĀ
You took the shirt off of his head before he stretched his arms up, allowing you to take his old shirt off. You discarded it onto the bedroom floor before taking the new one, placing his arms through first, then his head, before pulling it down so that it covered his toned body.Ā
āAnything else I can do?ā You asked, smiling wide when Landoās head shook in reply to you, throwing himself down so that he was laid out in the middle of your bed.Ā
As another yawn came from him, you used the time to sort yourself out for bed too. A groan came from Lando as you disappeared, impatiently waiting for you to return. When you did so, only a couple of minutes later, Lando was in the exact same position, with his eyes tight shut.Ā
āI guess if youāre asleep Iāll go and sleep in the spare room then,ā you joked, knowing exactly what would happen. In the blink of an eye, Lando scrambled awake, rolling over to his side of the bed so that there was plenty of room for you too.Ā
āThere's room...look,ā Lando assured you, tapping the space beside him on the bed. Lando pulled the duvet back as you slid in, latching onto you as soon as you were laid down, with his arm around your frame.Ā
Your smile was wide as Landoās head rested against your shoulder. āCan I go to sleep now? Or is there anything else I have to do for the tired man?āĀ
āAll you need to do is lay here and cuddle me,ā he whispered into your ear.Ā
Your head nodded at his request, āyou know, I think I might just be able to help you out with that one.āĀ
āThank you for taking care of me tonight,ā Lando hummed in reply, āI do appreciate it even though I can be a giant pain in the ass.āĀ
Your hand reached back and brushed through Landoās hair, feeling his lips press a kiss to your cheek. As he began to settle, his eyes slowly closed, basking in the feeling of your fingertips curling through his messy locks.Ā
As tired as he was, Lando kept a close eye on you, noticing that you were still awake. Every so often he checked again, worried when he saw that you were still staring ahead of you, unable to settle quite as well as Lando was.Ā
āAre you alright?ā He whispered, his voice taking you by surprise. Ā
You hummed back across to Lando, āIām just enjoying the cuddle for a little while, Iām not quite sleepy enough just yet.āĀ
āAs long as youāre alright,ā Lando smiled, āis there anything that I can do for you?āĀ
Your head shook in reply, ādonāt worry about me, you just get some rest. Goodnight Lan.āĀ
Summary: Max is a big believer in the what's mine is yours rule in their relationship. Especially when it comes to arguing about his love over their boobs.
Word count: 1.1k
Max has absolutely no shame, and he will no hesistate to just give y/n's boobs a quick squeeze when in public. He's like an addict who needs a hit or he'll actually be in pain.
"Ah, there you are. Have you been hiding?" Max accuses finding y/n in his motorhome while y/n looks at him with a raised eyebrow before he practically Meta Knight jumps on her managing to break his fall as he lands on his hands before his body follows suit and he immediately nuzzles his face in her chest.
"You are insatiable." Y/n laughs while Max scoffs bringing his hands up and giving them a squeeze.
"They're like stress balls, baby. If I had built in stress balls I'd let you touch them as much as you like?" Max states earning a laugh. "Plus you try to stick your finger up my butt at every opportunity."
"That's a right of every girlfriend. You sign away your right to have unpoked bootie cheeks when you take the boyfriend label. Anyway, I never actually got my finger in there...yet." Y/n smirks while Max makes a noise of disgust. Though it takes all of a second for him to refocus on her boobs again.
"Our boobs are so perfect."
"We've been over this. I grew them, they're mine."
"Baby, they're either ours or 100% mine. I don't care who grew them. I nurture them and appreciate them." Max declares with a tsk watching her roll her eyes before she picks up her phone again and starts flicking through it.
"If you say so." Y/n hums while Max smiles in satisfaction and settles down resting on her.
Max intends to stay there with y/n for as long as he can hide from the team, which won't be long. No doubt Rupert is already on a mission to find him. But for now he'll indulge.
Y/n even feels him start to drift off to sleep, both hands resting on her boobs while his head rests between them and his breaths grow steady and even as he weight presses further down on her as he relaxes down.
-
Max grins as he spots y/n in the paddock, hanging around with a couple other WAGs. Y/n smiles lightly seeing him heading towards her after a free practice but it quickly dawns on her what he's rushing towards her for.
"Sorry ladies." Max smiles stepping between y/n and the other women as he blocks the view of her with his body. "Hi, baby."
And then she feels his hands come up as he leans down kissing her, instead of cupping her face they stop and her chest and he sighs at the soft squish in his touch. Y/n smiles at the feel and relief that oozes off of him from getting his hit.
"Alright, I gotta go for the debrief. Be there in my room when I'm done please." Max requests politely as if he didn't just b-line through the paddock just to get a touch of her boobs. "I'll see you in a bit. Nice to see you, guys."
Alex and Rebecca look at y/n while she just rolls her eyes shaking her head.
"I can't even come up with an excuse for him. He is just obsessed with my boobs."
"They are beautiful." Alex states with such a soft and polite tone you'd never assume she's talking about her friend's boobs if you only caught her saying that.
"I agree." Rebecca affirms almost looking completely serious as she comments while y/n just laughs.
"Can we grab some food before I'm used a squeeze toy?"
-
If there's one place Max takes advantage of y/n having nowhere to escape, not that she has ever tried to "escape" him on his mission to grab her boobs, it's on his jet.
Some would go for prioritising the mile high club and he's done that plenty. Even telling some people to find other means of getting home and covering the cost of their tickets as he uses the empty jet for whatever he likes.
But most of the time he's just looking for an excuse to have y/n the way he wants her.
He sighs having her in his lap, one hand tucked under her sweater. His hand smooths over her boob before she feels his thumb focus on gently rubbing over her nipple with a small sigh.
"Can we get pizza went we get home?" Y/n asks softly while Max looks up finally breaking out of the trance he was in.
"We can get whatever you like baby. So long as you let me stay like this the whole flight."
"I don't know why you think that I'd not stay like this. How many times have you had be stuck here with you?" Y/n smiles softly earning a small hum before she threads her fingers through his hair that's on the longer side. "Please don't cut it so short."
"Whatever you want baby." Max nods though they both know he'll be getting trim. She feels his fingers toy with her nipple, the casualness of actions being so normal for them that y/n even starts planning out some winter plans with him.
Eventually the jet lands and they get a helicopter to Monaco before they are finally home.
Y/n gets about feeding the animals, Max sits on the sim getting on with Redline.
"Baby..." Y/n yawns making him hum before he sees her with some food and smiles turning the camera up to angle it away from them for a moment. "Don't-"
But it's too late Max has sat up enough to take the plate then looped his other hand around her waist and his face nuzzled into her chest making her laugh before he plants a kiss on either boob then looks up letting her lean down to give him a proper kiss.
"Thank you, baby." Max grins releasing her from his hold while she moves away from him and he returns the camera to look at him as he starts to eat the cous cous that y/n decided to make with a side of chicken. Though with his mic still off he cover his mouth to prevent lip reading. "Send me a picture to get me through the rest of this race"
"Not happening. You either have the real thing or nothing."
"Not fair."
"Life isn't fair. You can't always win, champ." Y/n grins while Max rolls his eyes.
Summary: Max is a big believer in the what's mine is yours rule in their relationship. Especially when it comes to arguing about his love over their boobs.
Word count: 1.1k
Max has absolutely no shame, and he will no hesistate to just give y/n's boobs a quick squeeze when in public. He's like an addict who needs a hit or he'll actually be in pain.
"Ah, there you are. Have you been hiding?" Max accuses finding y/n in his motorhome while y/n looks at him with a raised eyebrow before he practically Meta Knight jumps on her managing to break his fall as he lands on his hands before his body follows suit and he immediately nuzzles his face in her chest.
"You are insatiable." Y/n laughs while Max scoffs bringing his hands up and giving them a squeeze.
"They're like stress balls, baby. If I had built in stress balls I'd let you touch them as much as you like?" Max states earning a laugh. "Plus you try to stick your finger up my butt at every opportunity."
"That's a right of every girlfriend. You sign away your right to have unpoked bootie cheeks when you take the boyfriend label. Anyway, I never actually got my finger in there...yet." Y/n smirks while Max makes a noise of disgust. Though it takes all of a second for him to refocus on her boobs again.
"Our boobs are so perfect."
"We've been over this. I grew them, they're mine."
"Baby, they're either ours or 100% mine. I don't care who grew them. I nurture them and appreciate them." Max declares with a tsk watching her roll her eyes before she picks up her phone again and starts flicking through it.
"If you say so." Y/n hums while Max smiles in satisfaction and settles down resting on her.
Max intends to stay there with y/n for as long as he can hide from the team, which won't be long. No doubt Rupert is already on a mission to find him. But for now he'll indulge.
Y/n even feels him start to drift off to sleep, both hands resting on her boobs while his head rests between them and his breaths grow steady and even as he weight presses further down on her as he relaxes down.
-
Max grins as he spots y/n in the paddock, hanging around with a couple other WAGs. Y/n smiles lightly seeing him heading towards her after a free practice but it quickly dawns on her what he's rushing towards her for.
"Sorry ladies." Max smiles stepping between y/n and the other women as he blocks the view of her with his body. "Hi, baby."
And then she feels his hands come up as he leans down kissing her, instead of cupping her face they stop and her chest and he sighs at the soft squish in his touch. Y/n smiles at the feel and relief that oozes off of him from getting his hit.
"Alright, I gotta go for the debrief. Be there in my room when I'm done please." Max requests politely as if he didn't just b-line through the paddock just to get a touch of her boobs. "I'll see you in a bit. Nice to see you, guys."
Alex and Rebecca look at y/n while she just rolls her eyes shaking her head.
"I can't even come up with an excuse for him. He is just obsessed with my boobs."
"They are beautiful." Alex states with such a soft and polite tone you'd never assume she's talking about her friend's boobs if you only caught her saying that.
"I agree." Rebecca affirms almost looking completely serious as she comments while y/n just laughs.
"Can we grab some food before I'm used a squeeze toy?"
-
If there's one place Max takes advantage of y/n having nowhere to escape, not that she has ever tried to "escape" him on his mission to grab her boobs, it's on his jet.
Some would go for prioritising the mile high club and he's done that plenty. Even telling some people to find other means of getting home and covering the cost of their tickets as he uses the empty jet for whatever he likes.
But most of the time he's just looking for an excuse to have y/n the way he wants her.
He sighs having her in his lap, one hand tucked under her sweater. His hand smooths over her boob before she feels his thumb focus on gently rubbing over her nipple with a small sigh.
"Can we get pizza went we get home?" Y/n asks softly while Max looks up finally breaking out of the trance he was in.
"We can get whatever you like baby. So long as you let me stay like this the whole flight."
"I don't know why you think that I'd not stay like this. How many times have you had be stuck here with you?" Y/n smiles softly earning a small hum before she threads her fingers through his hair that's on the longer side. "Please don't cut it so short."
"Whatever you want baby." Max nods though they both know he'll be getting trim. She feels his fingers toy with her nipple, the casualness of actions being so normal for them that y/n even starts planning out some winter plans with him.
Eventually the jet lands and they get a helicopter to Monaco before they are finally home.
Y/n gets about feeding the animals, Max sits on the sim getting on with Redline.
"Baby..." Y/n yawns making him hum before he sees her with some food and smiles turning the camera up to angle it away from them for a moment. "Don't-"
But it's too late Max has sat up enough to take the plate then looped his other hand around her waist and his face nuzzled into her chest making her laugh before he plants a kiss on either boob then looks up letting her lean down to give him a proper kiss.
"Thank you, baby." Max grins releasing her from his hold while she moves away from him and he returns the camera to look at him as he starts to eat the cous cous that y/n decided to make with a side of chicken. Though with his mic still off he cover his mouth to prevent lip reading. "Send me a picture to get me through the rest of this race"
"Not happening. You either have the real thing or nothing."
"Not fair."
"Life isn't fair. You can't always win, champ." Y/n grins while Max rolls his eyes.
hii bestie a bad day in ln4 nation today so stay strong šŖ but given the situation i was thinking that prompt 15 would be perfect for lando regarding the dsq , angst+fluff
have a nice sunday!
i was so done but now i am up again, because our boy can still definitely win. i never stopped believing and i'm not going to start now. thank you for this message, thank you for requesting, have a nice sunday too, bestie! š
prompt:
'i told you i was done talking about it.'
itās not that hard to pretend youāre sound asleep. your chest rises along with landoās, mimicking his breathing and when he shifts, you try to continue the same rhythm, making it look like youāre still sleeping. landoās arm around your waist tightens momentarily and for a second -Ā just a tiny split of a secondĀ - you let yourself believe that maybe this time heās going toĀ stay. maybe this time he will realize that what heās searching for in this world is right here in his arms. maybe this time he will take mercy on you and stop pretending like you can't handle his bad moods, like you will turn away the second he'll show a petty and unattractive side of his. he always leaves when it's been bad.
'are you awake?ā lando asks in a hushed whisper, lips ghosting on your shoulder.
you manage not to make a sound. lando waits for few seconds and then slowly starts moving. all of it honestly feels like a slow painful death: how he extracts his arm, how he spins to the other side, how he carefully sits up and then stands up.
'i know youāre wide awake.ā landoās voice makes you shudder. 'youāre literally not breathing. why are you holding your breath?ā
your eyes open and slowly, you sit up. 'why are you leaving, lando?ā you ask in a shaky voice.
he came to you after horrible news of disqualification and with no words just settled with you on the bed, going for a nap. there was no talk and you desperately wanted to break the forth wall that surrounded you both when it came to upsetting and hard topics. 'let's talk about it, please.'
lando sighs. thereās resignation in his eyes like he knew this was about to happen sooner or later. 'i told you i was done talking about it. what can i even say? it's not like any of that was my fault.'
'we can talk about how it makes you feel,' you suggest timidly, turning the lights on. 'you can just rant and i will listen. but you always- you always shut me down when it comes to this hard stuff.'
'why do you need it?' he asks in a barely concealed anger. 'i don't want to talk with you about what kind of loser i am. you'll see plenty of it in the internet anyways. i don't want you to think that-' lando cuts himself off, not finishing his thought.
but he doesn't have to. you know very well what he wanted to say and it kills you. you rush to his side, forcing him to look at you even when he's doing his best to avoid your gaze. 'you are not a loser,' you say, not letting him turn away. 'and no matter what happens on the track i will never think of you that way. nothing will ever change my mind on what a brilliant driver you are, lando.'
he looks like he doesn't believe so you propel on, telling him exactly what you feel. how angry you are on the team, how this should've never happened, how proud you are of his initial result. you kiss away tears of frustration that fall from his eyes and little by little he relaxes. his arms cage you in his embrace and it finally, finally feels like home.
'i don't want you to think i'm weak,' he mumbles into your shoulders. 'don't want you to see me moody or petty or-'
'you are human,' you interrupt gently. 'all of that just makes you human.'
lando sighs. the acceptance from your side means more than he could ever voice out loud. he hugs you tight and relishes in your kisses, kissing back everywhere he can reach. 'sorry for being an asshole.'
'just don't shut me out,' you say quietly. 'i'm here not only for the good parts.'
lando smiles. 'for the bad parts too?'
you nod. 'for all parts.'
'me too,' he makes sure to say, looking at you seriously. 'for all parts.'
he puts you back on the bed and quietly starts telling what's on his chest. you smile, hug him tight and listen.
Hello!!! #14 āi donāt think iāve ever seen you in pink before.ā with lando pleaseeee š„¹š„¹
hello sunshine!! thank you so much for requesting!
prompt:
'i don't think i've ever seen you in pink before'
lando is strong. he is strong and resilient and he willĀ notĀ cave in. it all started from a silly fight, when you both were picking on each other. having you in his arms, blowing raspberries on every single one of your statements, lando was having time of his life right until you stroke him with ālan, you wonāt be able to survive a week without kisses!ā and- okay. lando canĀ definitelyĀ survive without your kisses for a week, duh. so yes, he is strong and resilient and he willĀ notĀ cave in. or so he thought.
first day went on without a hitch. so easy, in fact, that landoās faith in himself was restored. then second day rolled in and oh.
'how are you coping, baby?ā you ask in a sweet honey voice of yours.
you're wearing a pink dress. it's bright, it looks stunning on you and lando's hands are itching to grab you by the waist and pull you in and -
'i don't think i've ever seen you in pink before,' he says, desperately trying not to think how good you'll look on his lap wearing this dress.
'it's a new dress.' and lando canāt help but stare at your lips, already having a hard time denying himself their taste. 'my eyes are up here, babe. how are you doing?'
shaking his head, lando makes a whole show of rolling his eyes and acting like itās not a big deal.Ā (it is, it really is. heās dying). 'iām doing just fine,ā he aswers, shrugging. 'how areĀ youĀ coping though, sweetheart? missing my kisses?ā
you squint, smirking and seeing right through his nonchalant facade. lando may act like he doesnāt care, but you know exactly how affectionate and clingy he is, can practically feel the way his whole body vibrates with need to get a kiss from you. leaning closer, you bat your eyelashes at him, watching as he tenses up. 'iām all good. but we didnāt say anything about cuddling, so letās go lie down?ā
he canāt say no to this, will rush and scramble for any resemblence of intimacy with you. getting comfortable on the couch, you both snuggle and lando sighs in satisfaction as you lean closer, nuzzling to his neck. your familiar sweet scent makes him smile and he hugs you tighter. he almost plants a kiss on top of your head but catches himself just in time. no, he isĀ strong. he feels you shifting and when you look up, lando sucks in a breath, staring at your pretty eyes and pretty nose and pretty lips-
'if not for your pride, youād be kissing me right now,ā you say, laughing at your boyfriend's tortured expression. 'donāt you want to, hm?ā
'youĀ knowĀ i want to,ā he mutters, glaring at you. 'stop secuding me.ā
'who is seducing?ā you ask in an innocent tone. 'donāt know what youāre talking about.ā
'this pink dress of yours-'
very intentionally, you wet your lips, amused at the way landoās eyes follow this movement like a man starved. your mouth opens to say something about his strong will, when your boyfriend leans in, catching your lips with his. itās a quick kiss, more like a desperate peck, but it makes you giggle and him sigh in relief. 'i won!ā
'you little brat,ā he mutters fondly, nuzzling into your hair. 'i lose, okay? i lose, i admit. i canāt survive a week without your kisses.ā
a/n: he's a babiiiiie :') hope you liked it, let me know! - nini
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