#dyslexia

Dyslexic adventures!

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POV: Picking clothes while being dyslexic 🥲✌️

(I’m pretty sure this whole comic sounded funnier in my head, so please forgive my rotten sense of humor)

ADHD Dyslexics of the World UNTIE!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

No, dyscalculia is not "dyslexia but with numbers". They're very different, with few similarities. I really wish dyscalculia were talked about more often, so people would understand me just a little better.

Because I'm dyscalculic, I intensely struggle with multi-step tasks, get lost very easily and frequently (not just in new places, but EVERYWHERE), can't remember important numbers, can't remember anyone's birthday besides my own, take a very long time to do most math equations, can't read an analog clock, can't do any oral math, can't manage my time, can't tell what time it as at any point without a digital clock, can't understand maps or navigation, can't recognize some "simple" math terms or symbols, and I can't reliably count backwards.

kaz drawing stick men and little symbols for wylan to understand. kaz automatically reading out menus and signs and newspaper headlines like it's second nature. kaz still showing wylan things with writing on them while he reads it out because he's not a child and he can still look at it, even if he doesn't understand it. kaz giving wylan complicated jobs but making sure they don't require any reading, double checking before he gives wylan directions, so that wylan doesnt have to point it out. still giving wylan tough jobs because he's just as capable and he knows that. other dregs finding out about wylan's disability and trying to make wylan feel bad about it. kaz not taking immediate action and instead letting wylan scheme away to get his own revenge, only helping if he's needed. kaz never treating wylan as less than, or as a child, or as incapable because that's the bare fucking minimum. kaz letting wylan decide what he is and isn't capable of and what he needs help with, because if wylan says he can do it, kaz knows he can

wylan feeling confident with kaz enough to ask for help. it happens shyly at first, when kaz gives him a job that unexpectedly requires him to read something. kaz not even batting an eyelid before helping. kaz only helping with the reading part because he knows that wylan is capable and he sure as hell isn't just going to take over because wylan isn't useless, he just needed something read for him

kaz using wylan's disability almost as a technique, like how wylan did at the end of ck when he tricked his dad into thinking he could read. kaz getting wylan to go on heists where wylan is pretending he couldn't possibly be involved because 'everyone knows i can't read, are you making fun of me, mr council man. I should hope know, that's going to look bad on you', but kaz has already told wylan what it all says. kaz encouraging wylan to make his disability part of him, like kaz and his leg. kaz never forcing wylan to do so, though, because this is wylan's life, not his

—-Warnings: Dyslexia

—-Genre: lando x reader fluff, bf lando

—-Request: nope

—- Masterlist

Summery: Dyslexia makes reading and writing hard, but being loved never is.

——-Lando had learned, over the years, that mornings in their flat were quiet in a very specific way.

Not silent — never silent — but gentle.

The kettle hummed softly in the kitchen. London traffic murmured somewhere far below. The faint clicking of nails on hardwood announced the dog pacing back and forth, impatient for breakfast. And in the bedroom, wrapped in his hoodie like it belonged there (because it did), she was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a notebook in her lap and the most familiar little frown on her face.

The dyslexia face, Lando called it privately.

He leaned against the doorframe, coffee mug warming his hands, and watched her for a second longer than necessary. She had one hand tangled in her hair, pen hovering uselessly over the page, lips moving silently as she tried to make sense of the sentence she’d written — crossed out — written again — crossed out again.

She noticed him eventually.

“Don’t,” she said immediately, not even looking up.

“I didn’t say anything,” Lando replied, smiling.

“You’re thinking it.”

“I’m thinking you’re cute.”

She sighed dramatically and dropped the pen onto the notebook. “I hate this.”

Lando crossed the room in three strides and climbed onto the bed behind her, legs bracketing her hips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, careful not to crowd her, just enough pressure to ground.

“What’re we fighting today?” he asked gently.

She tilted the notebook so he could see. It was a simple thing — a short caption she’d been trying to write for a photo she wanted to post later. Something normal. Something easy for other people.

The words were there. Just… wrong.

Spelling mistakes tangled with each other, letters swapped, sentences stopping halfway through like they’d forgotten where they were going.

“I know what I want it to say,” she muttered. “My brain just won’t let my hands do it.”

Lando kissed her shoulder once. Then again.

“Read it out loud to me,” he said.

She hesitated. Reading out loud was harder. Slower. But she nodded.

As she stumbled through it, stopping, restarting, getting frustrated, Lando stayed quiet. No correcting yet. Just listening. When she finished, he pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“That made perfect sense,” he said.

“It didn’t.”

“It did to me.”

She leaned back into him, forehead tipping against his jaw. Physical touch — always the anchor. He rubbed slow circles over her stomach, grounding her breath until it evened out.

“Want me to write it while you talk?” he asked. “Or we can do it together.”

She thought for a moment. “Together.”

So they did. Slowly. Patiently. Lando sounding out words with her like it wasn’t the fourth year they’d been doing this — like it wasn’t the most natural thing in the world.

When she finally hit post, she exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for hours.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Lando kissed her temple. “Always.”

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The fans had noticed a long time ago.

Not the dyslexia at first — that took longer — but the way Lando was with her.

How he always touched her. A hand on her lower back in paddock photos. Fingers laced together in the background of someone else’s Instagram story. The way she leaned into him like gravity worked differently when he was nearby.

They were private, sure — no long captions, no over-sharing — but never secret.

And fans adored her for it.

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FAN TWEET:

the way lando looks at his girlfriend like she’s the only person in the room 😭😭😭

FAN TWEET:

she’s literally glowing every time she’s with him. we stan.

FAN TWEET:

protective but soft lando >>>>

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It was during one of Max’s streams that everything really clicked for people.

Max was live from their flat — Lando slouched in the gaming chair, controller in hand, headset slightly crooked. The camera was angled just wide enough to show the couch behind him.

And her.

Curled up with a book.

Or, well — trying to be.

Chat noticed immediately.

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CHAT:

IS THAT HER???

omg she’s reading 🥺

lando gf spotted!!!

why does she look stressed tho 😭

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She flipped the page, frowned, flipped back, frowned harder.

Lando noticed without even turning fully around. Muscle memory.

“You good, love?” he asked casually, still playing.

She hesitated. “Yeah. I just—” She stopped, clocked the camera, flushed. “Never mind.”

Lando paused the game.

“Max,” he said calmly. “Cover.”

Max, grinning like a menace, leaned closer to his own mic. “Chat, we’re taking a brief intermission because Lando’s about to be a boyfriend.”

Chat exploded.

Lando stood, crossed the room, and crouched in front of her. He took the book gently from her hands.

“Show me where it’s being mean,” he said.

She pointed at a paragraph. “The words keep… moving.”

Lando nodded like that made perfect sense — because to him, it did. He sat beside her on the couch, pulling her legs over his lap.

“Want me to read it?” he asked. “Or we do it together?”

“Together.”

He didn’t read for her. He followed along, finger tracing under the lines, helping her slow it down. Every time she stumbled, he waited. Every time she got frustrated, he squeezed her knee.

Chat was losing its mind.

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CHAT:

this is the softest thing i’ve ever seen

the patience???

lando norris greenest flag confirmed

protect her at all costs

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Max finally leaned back into frame. “Chat, I would like to officially say — if you ever wondered why she’s our favorite human — this is why.

She hid her face in Lando’s shoulder, mortified.

“Max!” she groaned.

“What?” he said innocently. “I’m telling the truth.”

Lando kissed the top of her head. “You’re doing great,” he murmured, quiet enough that only she could hear.

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Later that night, after the stream ended and the flat settled back into its usual hum, she sat at the kitchen table staring at her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Lando asked, leaning against the counter.

“I want to say something,” she said. “About… you know. This.”

“Then say it,” he replied.

“But I don’t want to mess it up.”

Lando walked over, took the phone, and placed it face-down on the table. Then he cupped her face in his hands, thumbs brushing under her eyes.

“You never mess it up,” he said softly. “And if you do — we fix it together.”

They wrote the post slowly. Carefully. Honest.

It went up a few minutes later.

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HER POST:

reading and writing have never been easy for me. some days they’re really hard.

thank you to the people in my life who are patient, kind, and remind me that struggling doesn’t mean failing. 🤍

The response was immediate.

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FAN COMMENT:

thank you for sharing this. it means more than you know.

FAN COMMENT:

dyslexia gang here — you’re not alone 🫶

FAN COMMENT:

lando supporting you like that made me cry tbh

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Lando reposted it to his story.

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LANDO’S STORY:

proud of you. always. ❤️

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Max didn’t miss his chance either.

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MAX’S TWEET:

reminder that being patient and kind costs nothing. also reminder that my best friends are the coolest people alive.

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That night, she curled into Lando’s chest on the couch, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arm.

“Do you think they’ll see me differently now?” she asked quietly.

Lando tightened his hold. “Yeah,” he said. “They’ll see you as human. And brave.”

She smiled into his shirt.

Domestic. Soft. Loved.

And for once, the words didn’t feel so heavy.