“HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR BOYFRIEND?” — A QUADRANT SPECIAL
Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Landos girlfriend reluctantly takes part in Quadrants new video “how well do you know your boyfriend” - with running commentary from Max Fewtrell
The Quadrant studio is buzzing in that familiar, chaotic way — lights half‑set up, someone’s left a half‑eaten packet of crisps on the main table, and Max Fewtrell is already narrating everything like he’s David Attenborough observing a rare species.
“Here we have,” Max says dramatically, pointing the camera at you as you walk in, “the long‑suffering girlfriend of Lando Norris. She has survived years of his nonsense. Truly, a national treasure.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Morning to you too, Max.”
Lando pops his head out from behind a lighting rig, curls messy, hoodie half‑zipped, grin bright enough to power the entire set. “Hi, love.”
He crosses the room in three long strides and wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground. He smells like his usual mix of cologne and whatever shampoo he stole from you this week.
“You ready to lose?” he murmurs into your hair.
“You’re adorable,” you say, patting his cheek, “but you’re absolutely going to embarrass yourself today.”
Max gasps loudly. “Conflict. Drama. Romance. This is better than Netflix.”
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🎬 THE SETUP
The Quadrant crew finally gets everything in place — two chairs, a small table with whiteboards and markers, and a camera pointed directly at you and Lando. Max insists on being the off‑screen host, which everyone agrees to mostly because it’s easier than arguing.
Lando pulls your chair closer to his, knees bumping yours. He’s already smiling at you like he’s forgotten the rest of the world exists.
“Stop looking at her like that,” Max groans. “We get it. You’re in love. Disgusting.”
Lando flips him off without breaking eye contact with you.
The camera starts rolling.
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🎥 TAKE ONE
“Welcome back to Quadrant,” Max announces in his best presenter voice. “Today we have Lando Norris and his childhood sweetheart, the only person who’s known him longer than his hairdresser.”
Lando snorts. “That’s not true.”
“Is it not?” Max asks. “Because I’ve seen the photos. The bowl cut era was dark.”
You laugh, leaning into Lando’s shoulder. “I was there for that.”
“Trauma bonding,” Max says. “Beautiful.”
Lando squeezes your hand under the table. “Okay, first question,” he says, trying to take control. “Let’s go.”
Max clears his throat. “What is your partner’s go‑to comfort food?”
You immediately start writing. Lando stares at his blank board like it’s a complex physics equation.
“Don’t overthink it,” you tease.
“I’m not,” he lies.
Max leans over his shoulder. “He’s absolutely overthinking it.”
You finish your answer and hold your board close to your chest. Lando finally scribbles something down.
“Three, two, one — reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Pasta. Always pasta.
Lando: Her mum’s pasta.
Your heart does a little flip.
“Aww,” Max says. “That’s actually cute. Gross, but cute.”
Lando beams. “See? I know things.”
“You know one thing,” you correct.
He nudges your knee with his. “It’s the important thing.”
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🎥 TAKE TWO — THE CHAOS BEGINS
Max reads the next question. “What is your partner’s biggest fear?”
Lando immediately writes something down, smirking.
You narrow your eyes. “If you write something stupid—”
“I would never,” he says, which is the biggest lie he’s ever told.
You write your answer carefully. Lando finishes his in two seconds and sits back, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Losing the people I love.
Lando: Spiders. And Max’s cooking.
Max gasps. “My cooking is incredible.”
“Your cooking is a war crime,” Lando says.
You elbow him. “I meant emotionally.”
Lando’s expression softens instantly. He reaches over, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Yeah. I know. I just… didn’t want to make it heavy.”
You smile at him, and he smiles back, and Max groans loudly.
“Can you two stop having a moment? This is a YouTube video, not a wedding.”
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🎥 TAKE THREE — THE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART ROUND
Max grins like he’s been waiting for this. “Since you two have known each other since you were tiny, let’s test your memory. What was your first impression of each other?”
You laugh. “Oh no.”
Lando’s already writing, shaking his head.
You write yours slowly, remembering the moment — the awkward, shy, adorable little boy with messy hair and big dreams.
“Reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Thought he was cute but painfully shy.
Lando: Thought she was way too pretty to ever talk to me.
Your breath catches. “Lan…”
He shrugs, cheeks pink. “It’s true.”
Max clutches his chest. “I’m going to be sick.”
Lando ignores him completely. “I remember it so clearly. You were wearing that little blue jumper and you smiled at me and I swear I forgot how to speak.”
“You still forget how to speak,” Max mutters.
Lando throws a marker at him.
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🎥 TAKE FOUR — THE SPICY ROUND
Max wiggles his eyebrows. “What is your partner’s most annoying habit?”
Lando immediately points at you. “She steals my hoodies.”
You raise your eyebrows. “You literally give them to me.”
“That’s not the point.”
You write your answer, biting back a smile.
“Reveal!”
You: He leaves wet towels everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
Lando: She steals my hoodies.
Max bursts out laughing. “Domestic life with Lando Norris. Riveting.”
Lando groans. “Okay, fine, I leave towels around. But you look cute in my hoodies.”
You grin. “So you admit it.”
“I admit nothing.”
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🎥 TAKE FIVE — THE HEART MELTER
Max clears his throat dramatically. “Last question. What is the moment you knew you were in love?”
Lando freezes.
You freeze.
The room goes quiet.
You start writing slowly, heart thudding. Lando stares at his board for a long moment before writing something down with surprising seriousness.
“Reveal,” Max says softly.
You flip your boards.
You: When he held my hand at his first karting race because he was nervous.
Lando: When she held my hand at my first karting race because I was nervous.
You blink.
He blinks.
Max whispers, “Oh my god.”
Lando reaches for your hand across the table. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”
“Of course I remember,” you say, voice soft. “You were shaking.”
“You squeezed my hand,” he says. “And I thought… if she’s here, I’ll be okay.”
Your eyes sting a little.
Max fans himself dramatically. “This is too much. I’m going to combust.”
Lando leans over and kisses your cheek, lingering there for a moment. “I love you,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only you hear it.
You squeeze his hand. “I love you too.”
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🎬 AFTER THE CAMERAS STOP
The moment the camera cuts, Max throws himself onto the table.
“You two are unbearable,” he groans. “I’m editing this and I’m adding clown music over every romantic moment.”
Lando flips him off again. “Do that and I’ll replace all your voiceovers with a kazoo.”
You laugh, standing up and stretching. Lando immediately wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder.
“You were amazing,” he says softly.
“You were adorable.”
He kisses your cheek again. “We should do more videos together.”
Max groans. “Absolutely not.”
Lando ignores him. “Maybe a cooking challenge.”
“You’d lose,” you say.
He gasps. “Rude.”
“True,” Max adds.
Lando throws another marker at him.
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🎥 THE FINAL MOMENT
As you’re packing up, Lando grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Thanks for doing this with me.”
You smile. “Anytime.”
He leans in, kissing you properly this time — slow, warm, familiar. The kind of kiss that feels like home.
Max walks by, covering his eyes. “I’m blind. I’m actually blind.”
Lando breaks the kiss just long enough to shout, “Shut up, Max!”
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Warnings: language, public embarrassment, lando norris being a dramatic idiot
Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
Summary: In 2021, Lando exposed Max’s secret girlfriend on stream. Years later, Max gets the ultimate revenge when Lando accidentally lets his secret slip. Chaos, payback, and a very unimpressed girlfriend ensue.
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The 2021 stream is infamous.
Lando, barely legal and full of chaos, spills Max Fewtrell's biggest secret like it's nothing. "Max have a girlfriend." Just drops it. Live. To thousands of people.
Max's relationship was three months old. Private. Fragile. Something he actually cared about.
And Lando just told everyone.
Max didn't speak to him for a week. When he finally did, his voice was calm. Too calm.
"I'm not going to get mad," Max said.
"Good," Lando replied, already relaxing.
"I'm going to wait."
"...Wait for what?"
Max smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "For you to fall in love. And then I'm going to do exactly what you did to me."
Lando laughed. "Never happening. I don't do relationships."
Max just nodded. "We'll see."
Four years pass.
Lando does what Lando does: races cars, streams games, dodges commitment like it's a torpedo. He's convinced he's untouchable. Too smart for love. Too busy for feelings.
Then he meets you.
It's at a mutual friend's party. You're not famous. You don't care about his job beyond being happy for him. You make fun of his haircut within the first thirty seconds.
He's hooked immediately.
"You're different," he tells you on the second date.
"That's what they all say," you reply, stealing a fry off his plate.
"No, I mean it. I don't—I don't usually do this."
"Do what? Eat fries?"
"Feel things," he admits, then looks horrified at his own honesty.
You laugh. It's not mean. It's warm. Real. "That's terrifying for you, isn't it?"
"Yes," he says. "Absolutely terrifying."
You're together by the end of the month.
Lando had never been so happy and nervous at the same time. It had been so long since Lando had been so excited about a relationship.
The apartment is dark except for the glow of two monitors. It’s late—or early, depending on your relationship with sleep—and Lando is streaming. Just a chill one. No agenda. Definitely not because you’re in the next room, wrapped in his hoodie, reading a book on his bed.
He told you to stay quiet. “Just for a bit, baby. I’ll be done in an hour.”
You rolled your eyes but kissed his cheek anyway. You’ve been together for eight months. Private by necessity, but soft in ways that make his chest ache. No one knows. Not the fans. Not the press. Not even most of his friends.
Max Fewtrell knows.
Max has known since week two, when Lando showed up at his flat at midnight, drunk on something stronger than confidence, rambling about "this girl, Max, she’s different, I swear to god.”
Max listened. Max nodded. And then Max smiled—slow, terrible, beautiful—and said, “So. A girlfriend, then?”
Lando had gone pale. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
But Max kept the secret. For months. Lando almost started to trust him again.
Foolish, really.
Until Friday arrived and with it a streaming of Lando.
The stream is going fine. Lando is racing, cracking jokes, dodging questions about his love life with the practiced ease of a man who has lied to the entire internet for fun and profit.
But then he hears it.
A soft thud from the bedroom. Then your voice, sleepy and sweet: “Lan? Where’d you put my phone charger?”
Lando’s soul leaves his body.
His hands hover over his keyboard. His eyes go wide. The chat, sensing blood, accelerates into chaos.
WHO WAS THAT
LANDO???
GIRL?? IN THE BACKGROUND???
HELLO???
“No one,” Lando says, too fast. “That was—that was my—my Alexa. My Alexa sounds weird. British update.”
The chat is not buying it.
ALEXA SAID ‘LAN’
ALEXA DOES NOT HAVE A BEDROOM
LANDO NORRIS YOU ARE LYING
He’s about to fumble his way through another terrible excuse when his phone buzzes.
Max Fewtrell: is that her?
Max Fewtrell: is that the girlfriend?
Max Fewtrell: lando i swear to god if you don’t invite me to this stream right now.
Lando types back frantically: max don’t you dare
A second later, a notification pops up.
maxfewtrell has joined the stream.
“No,” Lando whispers. “No, no, no.”
Max’s face appears on screen. He looks like Christmas came early. His grin is so wide it’s almost obscene.
“Evening, chat,” Max says smoothly. “Lando. Mate. Sounded like you had a visitor.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? Because chat says they heard a girl call you ‘Lan.’” Max leans back, arms crossed, the picture of smug patience. “Want to explain that?”
Lando is sweating. Actually sweating. “It was—my sister.”
“Your sister calls you ‘Lan’?”
“Sometimes.”
“At 1 AM?”
“She’s… an insomniac.”
Max hums. He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a second, then looks directly into the camera with the energy of a man about to commit a felony.
“You know,” Max says, loud and clear, “it’s funny. Because I could have sworn—and correct me if I’m wrong, chat—that Lando told me, in confidence, about eight months ago, that he’d met someone. That she was ‘really special.’ That he wanted to ‘keep her a secret because he didn’t want to mess it up.’”
Lando makes a sound like a dying animal. “Max.”
“And I remember thinking,” Max continues, unstoppable now, “how familiar that sounded. How much that reminded me of someone else I knew. Someone who had a secret girlfriend. Someone who got exposed on a live stream by a certain—what was his name again?—oh, right. Lando Norris.”
The chat has achieved light speed.
MAX IS SAVAGE
HE REMEMBERED
THE LORE
LANDO HAVE A GF?????
KARMA IS REAL
Lando drops his head into his hands. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Max grins. “You love me. Just like you love your secret girlfriend who is definitely in your bedroom right now. Hi, by the way! You deserve better than this idiot.”
From the other room, barely audible, you laugh.
And Lando—despite the disaster, despite the betrayal, despite the fact that his phone is now exploding with notifications from every driver, every journalist, and his own mother—smiles.
Just a little.
Worth it.
"Say it," Lando grumbles, crossing his arms even with a smoldering smile on his face. "Say the phrase you want to say"
Max leans into his microphone. He's enjoying this. Really, truly enjoying this.
"Lando have a girlfriend," Max announces, perfectly enunciated. "And he is whipped. And I have screenshots. And voice memos. And approximately fourteen hours of him talking about how pretty her laugh is."
"You're a monster," Lando whispers.
"I learned from the best."
You kept laughing while you were watching everything from your laptop
Later. After the stream ends. After Max logs off cackling. After the internet has fully lost its mind.
You walk into the living room, still in his hoodie, hair messy, holding your phone charger like a trophy. You look at Lando—slumped in his gaming chair, face buried in his hands, ears bright red—and raise an eyebrow.
“So,” you say. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?”
Lando looks up at you, utterly defeated. “He’s never going to let me live this down.”
“Nope.”
“The entire world knows now.”
“Yep.”
“My DMs are going to be hell.”
“Probably.”
He sighs. Then holds out his arms. “Worth it, though.”
You roll your eyes but walk over anyway, letting him pull you into his lap. He tucks his face into your neck, breathing you in, and you can feel him smile against your skin.
“I love you,” he mumbles. “Even if Max Fewtrell is the actual devil.”
“I love you too,” you say. “Even if you did kind of deserve that.”
From somewhere across the city, Max Fewtrell opens a bottle of champagne and tweets a single word:
@maxfewtrell: karma.
The internet explodes again.
Because Max isn't cruel. He's just patient.
And revenge, served cold, tastes best with a side of love.
Summary : To the world, Y/N had always been Lando Norris’ closest friend—before the fame, the podiums, and the roar of F1 engines. Their bond had always been well-known, shared through countless moments on and off camera. But as the months went on, something started to shift, and it wasn’t just between Y/N and Lando. It became apparent through streams, where their chemistry couldn’t be denied.
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Warnings: some swearing
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Max's Cooking Stream
“Done! I think they came out quite well,” Max announces, lifting the pan toward the camera, showing off the results of two hours in the kitchen.
The chat is already flooded with reactions—compliments, jokes, and the occasional disbelief at Max’s culinary skills.
"I'll be the judge of that" Lando states as he steps into view "Like master chef" he continues
Pietra is chatting with someone just out of view, her voice light and engaged. The mic, which has been filtering most background noise throughout the stream, only picks up bits and pieces of conversation—muffled words, distant laughter. But this moment? This one, it catches perfectly.
Lando steps away from where Max’s mic is propped, moving slightly out of frame. He reaches for a fork, his attention focused on someone unseen. And then, clear as day, his voice carries through.
"Love, come here a sec. Try it with me."
The chat explodes. But all three were too busy to realize what had just happened
"LOVE?? did he just say love??"
"Stop rn who is he talking to"
"someone find out rn pls"
"it might be y/n, she was seen with them around monaco yesterday"
"yeaa he calls her love sometimes i think its just a normal endearment for them lol"
All three, oblivious to the brewing chaos, all continue with what they were doing. Because whether it was intentional or not, Lando just dropped something big.
"Y/N’s here too, everyone! The whole gang’s here—Y/N, say hello to the chat," Max finally acknowledges, glancing at the flood of messages. It’s clear he’s doing some damage control, but the chat is already too far gone.
With a small wave and an amused little smile, Y/N finally steps into frame, grabbing a fork as she inches closer to the pan of food her friends have spent the past two hours making.
"Doesn’t look half bad, to be honest," she muses, inspecting the dish. "P’s really doing wonders, getting you this far into cooking."
Pietra laughs in the background while Max rolls his eyes, but before anyone can add to the banter, Y/N is already taking a bite.
"You’ve gotta—"
"Bloody hell—"
Lando’s warning comes a second too late. Y/N’s eyes widen as the heat hits, steam practically pouring out of her mouth as she waves a hand in front of her face, trying to cool down.
"You muppet, that’s literally fresh off the stove—c’mere," Lando chuckles, already unscrewing a bottle of water. He hands it to her, shaking his head as she takes it gratefully.
The chat? Utterly unhinged.
"NOT THE WAY HE JUST—"
"‘C’mere’ HE SAID ‘C’MERE’ I’M GONNA SCREAM."
"I AM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS."
And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual cooking stream has become a full-blown internet event.
Everyone teases Lando about how he’s practically become a Twitch relic, only gracing the platform with his presence once a year. A far cry from the frequent streams he used to do. Some argue that it makes his rare appearances even more iconic, like a seasonal event the internet gathers for.
On one of his rare Twitch streams, Lando found himself diving into Backrooms with Max and a few other friends. As expected, chaos ensued—shouting, panicked laughter, and the occasional unintelligible screaming into the mic. But one moment, in particular, sent the fans into an absolute frenzy.
The doorbell rings, making both Ed and Lando pause mid-game and glance at each other.
"Food’s here," Lando announces into the mic.
Ed, already taking off his headset, ready to stand up. But just as Ed moves, they both hear the faint sound of the door unlocking.
"Oh, I think Y/N’s grabbing it, mate," Ed says, blinking in surprise. He relaxes back into his seat for a second before standing up anyway. "I’ll go help her."
"SHES STILL IN MONACO"
"i thought she went back to London with Max and P"
"omg she's staying with lando"
"loool stop reading into it guys ed's also staying with lando. theyre just friends"
"my delusions are being fed"
Both Y/N and Ed return, arms full with bags of food and cutlery. Ed drops back into his chair, already digging into his meal, while Y/N pauses beside Lando, holding a box of food in her hands.
"Do you want yours transferred to a plate, or is the box good?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.
"Like that is fine, thank you—oh, I’m streaming, by the way. They can see and hear you," Lando adds with a grin as he takes the box from her.
Y/N barely reacts, too used to this by now. Instead, she casually leans in slightly, scanning the chat as she asks, "Is Max here? Can you tell him to let P know I’ve been trying to call her?"
Lando doesn’t even look away from his screen. "He can hear you—he says sure. You wanna sit here and eat with us?"
She shakes her head, stepping back. "I’m good, got my own thing going on. I’ll see if I can join you guys later if you’re still on. Do you want water or anything?"
Lando glances up at her, smiling. "I’m good, I can grab some myself later."
"You know he’s lying, right?" Ed chimes in, chewing his food. "He’s just gonna wait until you leave so he can ask me to grab it for him."
"Shut up," Lando laughs, shaking his head.
Y/N only smirks knowingly before rolling her eyes. "Alright, whatever you say."
"Okay, okay, go back to doing your thing," Lando says, refocusing on his screen. "Connor’s complaining we’re taking too long."
The chat, meanwhile, is already in shambles.
"She’s literally taking care of him at this point.""Ed exposing Lando is my new favorite thing.""The domestic energy here is sending me."
"What is she up to now? Too busy to play with us?" Max teases as they dive back into the game.
"Nah, mate, she's busy building Legos in the other room," Lando replies casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Max snorts. "Another new hobby? You know she gave us a shit ton of air-dry clay stuff she made that one time. My apartment is literally full of it."
"No, Max, I stepped into the apartment today, and I genuinely thought I was in a Lego store. It’s insane," Ed laughs, shaking his head.
Lando chuckles. "Some of them are mine too, alright? They're not all hers. She’s been building some sets I’ve had lying around for ages."
The chat, of course, goes wild.
"Their apartment is a Lego store. I am crying."
"WAIT SO THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER RIGHT??"
"Domestic life with Y/N and Lando sounds like a fever dream."
Max just laughs. "Well, tell her to finish up and come scream with us in the Backrooms when she’s done playing with her bricks."
The stream opens with Lando and Max sitting side by side, each focused on their own PC as they prep for a game of Tarkov. There’s an easy banter in the air, Max teasing Lando about his gear while the two get things set up. But it’s the subtle detail in the background that catches the chat's attention—Lando’s racing rig.
It’s glowing softly in the background, the LED lights creating an almost otherworldly vibe against the dim room.
Max finally glances at the chat, giving a quick nod to thank some of his new subs. But his eyes stop when he spots a few of the comments scrolling by.
Max smirks, leaning into the mic with a grin. "The rig? Oh—it's Y/N. She’s playing F1 right now."
With that, Max casually moves his chair out of the way, revealing Y/N sitting just behind him. She's fully immersed, headset on, brows furrowed in concentration as she steers through a corner on screen, oblivious to the fact that she’s now in full view of the chat.
A small smile tugs at the corner of Lando’s lips as he turns back to look at Y/N, still fully engrossed in the game, unaware that both he and Max are watching her with amusement.
"She's prepping for the season too," Lando continues, keeping his voice casual, though there’s a playful edge to it. "Chat, I think she’s planning on taking my seat—she’s been on there for hours now."
Lando laughs, but the chat immediately picks up on the vibe.
"HE'S JEALOUS, LOOK AT HIM."
"Lando knows he's been replaced."
"Imagine Y/N taking his F1 seat. I’d pay to watch that."
Max, who’s been watching the scene unfold, looks back at Lando with a raised brow. "She’s putting in more practice than you are, mate. Maybe she is taking your seat."
Lando chuckles, shaking his head, though his smile lingers. "Nah, nah, she’s still got a lot to learn... but she’s getting there. I’m just here for moral support."
The chat, of course, has already spirals into chaos.
"Moral support? He’s just trying to hold on to his seat!"
"I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE RACE BETWEEN THEM. WHO’S GONNA WIN??"
"Lando’s literally her biggest fan and her biggest competitor at the same time. I love it."
Y/N, still completely absorbed in the game, lets out a frustrated grunt as she crashes into the wall during a tight turn. "I've fucking crashed—how is AI Lando also a little shit?"
The pair immediately burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. The moment is too perfect—Y/N, so focused on her race, completely unaware she’s been on stream the whole time.
Max wipes away tears, trying to calm down. "What?" Y/N finally takes off her headset after pausing her game, looking around in confusion, only to notice the commotion between the two.
"We’re on Twitch," Max manages between laughs, still struggling to breathe. "They heard you calling Lando a little shit."
Max, still grinning, leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean, I honestly don’t know if you should be more offended by the fact that she just called you a little shit... or the fact that she’s not racing as you."
Lando looks over at Max, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, who are you racing as right now?" His curiosity gets the best of him, and he stands up, walking behind Y/N to peer over her shoulder at her screen.
Y/N barely notices him, still intensely focused on her race. "You’re racing as Max?!" Lando exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "I feel so betrayed!"
Y/N doesn’t respond, grabbing her water bottle beside her, taking a sip.
But Lando’s eyes widen as he looks at her screen again. "Wait, you're were P3?!" he says, his voice rising in shock. "What the fuck, Y/N—this is on 110 difficulty—did you change it?"
"Yeah, well I was but you crashed into me you knob"
Lando's completely taken aback, mouth agape, staring at her settings in awe. Without thinking, he takes over the controls, fully inspecting her game setup. "This is... this is insane. You’re actually doing really well."
Y/N, now realizing the level of chaos happening around her, turns to look at him with a grin. "What? Like its hard?"
Max, who’s been watching this unfold, laughs. "I told you she’d be better than you at this rate. I’m not surprised."
The chat, of course, is losing it.
"SHE'S RACING AS MAX AND BEATING LANDO. WHAT A MOOD."
"Y/N: 1, Lando: 0."
"Lando looks like he’s seen a ghost. How did she do that?"
Y/N just laughs, clearly loving the moment. "I told you, Lando, I’m coming for your seat."
"Alright, we've got to put a screen time limit on you from now on, love—fucking hell," Lando says, still shaking his head in disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles her hair affectionately before heading back to his seat.
The chat explodes with excitement.
"Lando’s whipped for her. I can’t breathe.""The way he ruffled her hair? That’s the couple energy we’re here for.""Y/N just casually destroying him, and Lando’s still soft with her. I’m obsessed.""I can’t believe they’re just out here living their best life on stream. I’m living for this dynamic."
The trio can be seen in Lando’s usual gaming spot, the atmosphere relaxed but buzzing with excitement. In an effort to accommodate everyone, an extra table has been pulled into the room, holding the laptop they’ve set up for Y/N so she can join in on the fun. The new setup feels a little crowded, but it only adds to the chaotic energy that’s been building up since they all logged in.
"Y/N is right behind you!" Max shouts into the mic, pulling the same trick he did to Lando the last time they played Backrooms
"Max, shut up, oh my gosh—NO IT'S CHASING ME, WAIT—PAUSE IT, PAUSE IT!" The panic in Y/N’s voice is unmistakable, and it sends both Lando and Max into fits of laughter.
Max, already losing it, grins widely. "You’re telling me to pause, but I’m the one who’s not controlling it!"
Lando, equally amused, can’t help but tease, hiding comfortably from the monster "Didn’t know you were this scared of a game, love."
Y/N’s frantic clicking can be heard through the mic as she scrambles to escape whatever horror was chasing her in the game. "I can’t— I swear it’s going to catch me!"
A sigh of relief escapes Y/N’s mouth as she finally reaches the room, the monster stopping its chase just in time. “Right, so you two do all the work and I’ll run out when it’s time to escape.”
Max lets out another laugh, clearly amused. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. You've got to carry your weight”
“Come on then, let’s go. Just stay behind me and you’ll be fine.” Lando moves his character closer to hers, ready to lead the way.
Y/N, still a little nervous, responds with a grin. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”
Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Y/N—darling, it’s fine. It’s not that scary. It’s not gonna jump out at you. You just die and respawn, it’s all good.”
Max joins in, teasing, “Yeah, but if you keep closing your eyes, you’ll miss the whole thing. We’ll be done before you even open them.”
Y/N scoffs but can’t help but laugh, her character hesitating slightly. “I’m not opening them. I’m just here to run when the time comes.”
Lando smiles at her, his voice light. “Alright, well, try not to panic. We’ve got your back.”
The chat erupts in excitement, fans loving the playful back-and-forth between them.
"Y/N’s already planning her escape route. Classic."
"he calls her darling im sobbing "
"Lando’s trying to act all calm but he’s lowkey making sure she’s okay."
"Max is enjoying this way too much, lol."
Lando glances at Y/N with a grin. “Stay close, alright? We’re doing this together.”
Y/N was live on Instagram, chatting with fans while showing off her latest air-dry clay creations. She’d been getting non-stop requests to share her work ever since Max mentioned it in one of his streams, and now here she was, crafting away on camera.
Sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, Y/N focused on the delicate jewelry plate she was shaping. She was giving her followers a detailed look at her process, her hands moving skillfully as she explained what she was doing.
"See, then you build the sides and stick it to the plate part you just made," she said, carefully adding a border to the plate. "So it kinda has a nice little border around it, and that way, you can put your jewelry in the middle without it all rolling off."
"Who you talking to?" A voice, unmistakably Lando's, makes Y/N's head snap up to look at him, her concentration momentarily broken.
Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and she quickly responds, trying to maintain the calm vibe of her live stream. "I'm on Instagram live— you didn’t see my text?" Y/N says, her voice soft but carrying a hint of a warning as she tries to focus on her work again.
Lando, walks into frame to stand beside her, only half his body on screen. “I saw it, but I didn’t think you’d actually be live. What’s going on in here?”
"I'm doing a jewelry plate tutorial, see?" Y/N smiles up at him, gently lifting the plate to show him the progress she’s made, the edges perfectly formed and the design coming together nicely.
Lando leans in a little closer, clearly impressed. "That's actually pretty sick. Have you shown them the other ones you've done?"
"Mhmm," Y/N nods, setting the plate back down on the table and continuing to work on it. "I did earlier. I have a few that are dried, so once I'm done with this one, I'm gonna show them how I paint it."
"Cool, cool," Lando says, grinning as he takes a step back. "I’m actually pretty curious about the painting part."
Y/N shoots him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You want in on this too?"
Lando looks at her, then at the camera, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can I join you?"
Y/N pauses for a moment, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "You gonna try your hand at some clay art, Norris?" she teases, but her tone is warm.
"Gotta try to beat you in something after you've somehow managed to get close to beating me on the racing sim" a smirk on his face as he plops down on the floor beside her "Right what am I meant to do?"
The two sat mostly in silence, both deeply immersed in their work. Y/N’s focus was on finishing her jewelry plate, the soft clink of clay against the table the only sound as she shaped it carefully. Lando, on the other hand, was determined to paint one of the already dried plate, though it was clear his attention was divided between the task and watching Y/N work.
"Oh, I’ve messed up, bub," Lando admitted, his voice a little defeated. "I’m sorry, this looks horrific. I think I’ve ruined it." He leaned back dramatically, letting his shoulders slump as he rested his back against the foot of the sofa, casting an apologetic look her way. "This is a disaster."
"What? No! It's cute—you even painted flowers on it, it's nice!" Y/N exclaimed, her tone playful as she tried to hype him up, a grin tugging at her lips.
Lando looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Those are strawberries, you muppet," he said, laughing as he gently nudged her with his elbow, clearly not buying her attempt to boost his confidence.
Y/N burst out laughing, her hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm only kidding! Of course they're strawberries," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
She quickly mouthed a playful I didn’t know to the camera as Lando became distracted with his painting again, a smirk creeping up on her face as she watched him carefully work on his next stroke.
"add bub to the list of names lando calls y/n"
"theyre actually so cute im going insane"
"not y/n gentle parenting lando"
"im telling my therapist about this"
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I'm telling mom
Max’s loud voice cut through the quiet apartment, shattering the late-night calm. It was already past 10 PM, and he’d been streaming for over two hours, fully immersed in whatever chaos his Twitch chat had cooked up for him.
“Y/N! Get in here a sec!” Max’s voice carried from his gaming room, loud enough to startle Y/N from where she sat beside P, half-watching a Netflix show.
With a sigh, she got up, padding toward his room. She hesitated at the door, peeking inside carefully, mindful of the camera that might be angled her way.
“It’s almost 11 PM, Max. What the fuck are you yelling about?” she laughed, eyes landing on him. He stood in the middle of the room, VR headset strapped on, controllers gripped tightly like his life depended on it. "You look ridiculous by the way"
“Can you call Lando? He’s fucking with me,” Max huffed, shifting on his feet like he was bracing for something. “He told me to download this horror VR game, and now he’s in chat claiming he’s in bed. I swear to God—he set me up.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Y/N started, arms crossed. “You want me to call Lando—”
“Yep.”
“—to ask him to get out of bed and play a game with you—”
“Mhm.”
“—instead of letting him sleep, because it’s nearly midnight in Monaco?”
“Exactly.” Max stood firm, pointing a VR controller at her like this was a life-or-death situation.
Y/N blinked. “Oh, you’re serious—right.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, already dialing.
“I swear, if he doesn’t hop on after I’ve set this up and put my contacts in—”
“Lan, you’re on speaker,” Y/N announced the second he picked up, barely giving him a chance to breathe.
Before Lando could even say hello, Max exploded. “You muppet! I’ve been standing here waiting for you for the past ten minutes!”
“Oh, piss off! I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour, Max! Can’t believe you actually made Y/N call me for this.”
“You weren’t picking up my calls!”
Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and turned to the camera with a deadpan look, the exact kind of exhausted stare straight out of The Office.
“So you tell on me?! How mature,” Lando huffs
“Just hop on the game!” Max shot back, exasperated.
“This behaviour at 25 is diabolical,” Y/N muttered, dragging a hand down her face.
Through the speaker, you could hear Lando moving around. “Fine, fine! Okay, I’m on,” Lando said, voice muffled as he adjusted his setup. “Max, hurry up—I’ll send Y/N the code. Love, show him the code before you leave.”
Y/N sighed, holding up her phone as she walked over to Max. “Right. I’ve been dragged from my peaceful night just to moderate a sibling fight.”
Max squinted at the screen. “Got it. Thanks, Mom—right, I’m joining. You can leave now.” He was already fumbling with the game settings, barely paying her any attention.
Y/N rolled her eyes as Lando’s voice softened on the phone. “I’ll call you later, alright? Go watch your show with P. I’ll text you when we’re done.”
“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed in response, finally making her escape.
As soon as she was gone, Max turned back to chat, shaking his head. “Right, let’s go. See? He’s such a knob—I have to call Y/N every time he’s being an ass because he actually listens to her.”
The chat was loving this interaction
"Y/N staying with Max and P is actually so wholesome"
"NOT Y/N BEING MOM"
"LANDO LISTENING TO Y/N ONLY IS PEAK BF BEHAVIOUR U CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE"
" "i'll call you later" is so cute he's down bad for her"
At this point, they’d practically exposed themselves. The subtle interactions hadn’t gone unnoticed—small moments that seemed insignificant alone but painted a clear picture together. The lingering looks, the casual slips of affectionate nicknames, the way their conversations always carried a certain ease.
Everyone had a general understanding that the two were a couple, but they’d come to accept that Lando and Y/N weren’t quite ready to make it official—at least, not publicly. But what really sealed the deal? Max’s most recent stream, just before the season kicked off.
“Right, chat, Lando and I are finishing up the download, and we’ll hop on as soon as it’s done,” Max said, scrolling through chat and tossing out quick thanks for subs and gifted memberships while they waited.
“Is anyone else joining us or nah?” Lando asked, finally looking up from his phone where he sat beside Max, his own setup in front of him.
“Nah, don’t think so. Connor just texted—he’s out,” Max replied, making Lando nod before going back to whatever he was scrolling through.
“Chat, I’ll be back—I’m gonna grab some water,” Max announced, tapping his mic to mute it before standing up.
Completely unaware, Lando reached over and tapped the mic again, turning it back on.
“Baby?! C’mere a sec!” Lando called out, sitting with his back to the camera, casually waiting for someone to walk in—completely oblivious to the absolute chaos erupting behind him.
“OH BOB, YOU’RE NOT MUTED!!”
“HES HOPELESS.”
“NOOOOOOO LN TURN AROUND!!!”
“HE FULLY EXPOSED HIMSELF IM CRYING.”
"baby??!"
A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hello my pretty girl, wanna come join Max and I?" “Aren’t you live with Max right now?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, yeah, I muted it—don’t worry,” Lando reassured her without a second thought. “Wanna join? Max is still downloading it, we can set yours up if you’re up for it.”
Y/N smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go grab the laptop.” With that, she turned and left the room.
Max walked back in, settling into his chair. “What were you two chatting about?” he asked as he put his headset back on.
“Y/N’s gonna play with us,” Lando answered smoothly. “Oh—by the way, I muted your mic. Chat can’t hear you right now.”
Max blinked. “Well, yeah, I muted it before I left—” His head snapped toward Lando. “Did you fucking tap the mic again?”
Lando visibly paled. “…No, I muted it.”
Max hurriedly glanced at chat, eyes scanning the messages flooding in before exhaling sharply. “You fucking unmuted it, you idiot.”
Lando sat there, frozen. Then, with an almost comically slow realization, he sighed. “Damn… well. Secrets out.”
Y/N practically skipped into the room, excitement clear in the way she carried her laptop against her chest. But the moment she stopped behind the two, her smile faltered.
Max and Lando both looked at her with identical guilty expressions.
“…What?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Max didn’t hesitate. “Your dimwit of a boyfriend just exposed you two. He unmuted the mic.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped. “No...”
Lando was already reaching for her hand, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swore I muted it.”
Y/N groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my God. How bad?”
Max snorted, scrolling through chat. “Let’s see… ‘We’re witnessing a live trainwreck,’ 'my pretty girl', ‘Bruh did he just expose himself?’ ‘Send help, I can’t breathe,’ and—oh, this one’s gold—‘My parents are finally public.’
Lando groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s side. “This is your fault, Max.”
“My fault?! You tapped the damn mic!”
The two went back and forth, bickering like a couple of siblings, while Y/N just stood there, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on.
“Oh, Y/N, come on. Don’t worry. It’s not like it’s a big surprise. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either.”
“Yeah, but until now, it was all just rumors and whispers.”
Lando shot her a reassuring smile. “Aww, baby, it’s fine. They love you, you know.”
Max groaned, leaning back in his chair and teasing them both. “See? Now he’s gonna go full PDA mode, more than he already does. We’re all doomed.”
Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “I swear, I can already see it.”
Lando reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
“Yeah, it is,” Max teased, rolling his eyes. “Just wait till he starts calling you ‘babe’ every two seconds on stream.”
Lando grinned mischievously. “You love it, Max. Admit it.”
Max shot him a playful glare. “I’m really starting to think I’ve been cursed.”
“Right, come on then, let’s play before I get called for an impromptu PR meeting,” Lando chuckled, giving Y/N a wink as he pulled his headset on.
Summary: Lando’s a little clingy tonight, which is how you end up sitting beside him off-camera while he streams CS with Max. It’s all going fine… until he notices the powdered sugar on your lips. One impulsive kiss later, the chat is in chaos, Max is traumatised, and Lando refuses to wipe the evidence away.
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, public but private couple, clingy!lando, streamer dynamics, brief kissing, chat chaos, max third-wheeling against his will, tooth-rotting sweetness
Word count: 1.2k ✨
A/N: so guys, as a lot of you said on my pole that you’d like to read more streamer!lando fics this is my first one. I got this idea because funnily enough I was eating powdered donuts myself while watching Lando stream with Max a few weeks ago (I had both streams open, and let me tell you it was hard to focus on both as I had one open on my phone and the other on my tablet and they were not in sync 😂) and I thought it was a super cute idea. I hope you enjoy, my requests are open for both Arthur and Lando fics. ☺️🩷
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Lando’s clingy.
Not verbally, he’ll never say it outright on stream, but you can always tell.
It’s in the way his hand keeps reaching for yours between rounds.
The way he swivels his chair slightly toward you even while focused on his monitor.
The way he’d texted you “come sit w me pls” from three feet away before going live.
So now you’re there.
Curled into the chair beside his, just out of camera frame like always. Public relationship, but private moments, the balance you’d both agreed on early. The viewers knew you existed, knew you were together… they just didn’t see you often.
Tonight was one of those rare nights you hovered just off screen because he wanted you close.
And because you’d brought snacks.
A small open box of mini powdered donuts rested on your lap, and you were halfway through your third one while scrolling TikTok with the volume low in your earbuds.
On his monitor, Lando’s game of CS was… not going well.
“HOW—” he cut himself off, leaning back in his chair. “How is he there? That makes no sense.”
From his headset, Max Fewtrell’s voice crackled in instantly.
“You say that every time you die.”
“Because it’s always stupid,” Lando shot back, clicking his mouse aggressively.
You snorted quietly beside him.
His head turned immediately.
The annoyance on his face melted the second he looked at you, it always did, and his eyes dropped to the donut in your hand.
Then to your mouth.
You didn’t even realise what he was staring at until he smiled.
A slow, soft, fond smile that made your stomach flip.
“What?” you mouthed.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he leaned sideways out of camera frame, quick, casual, one hand bracing lightly on your knee as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
Soft. Sweet. Brief.
You giggled instantly into it, surprised, powdered sugar dusting from your lips onto his.
He pulled back just as quickly, grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world, and turned back to his screen as if nothing happened.
You blinked.
Then laughed quietly to yourself, wiping your fingers on a napkin before picking up another donut.
On stream, Max’s voice cut through again.
“…Why did you just disappear off camera?”
Lando froze mid-buy menu.
“What?” he said, too casually.
“You leaned out like you were kidnapped.”
“I did not.”
“You did,” Max insisted. “Chat’s literally asking where you went.”
Lando frowned, glancing at his second monitor where the chat was flying.
LANDOOOO WHERE DID U GO
bro vanished 💀
did his wifi die or—
wait… WAIT…
WAS THAT A KISS???
NO WAY
NOOOO WAYYY
POWDER ON HIS LIPS HELLO????
LANDO U HAVE SUGAR ON UR MOUTH
He blinked.
“…What?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth to stop laughing.
He frowned deeper, instinctively opening his stream preview, and there it was.
A faint dusting of powdered sugar across his bottom lip.
He stared at himself for a solid two seconds.
Then his cheeks went pink.
Max’s voice came through again, smug.
“Oh my god you kissed her didn’t you.”
Lando coughed.
“No.”
“Lando.”
“No.”
“LANDO.”
“Shut up, Max.”
Chat was in absolute meltdown.
HE’S BLUSHINGGGG
sugar kiss confirmed 🍩
THATS SO CUTE WHAT
bro got powdered donut rizz
he didn’t even WIPE IT OFF
IM SCREAMING
girlfriend reveal by SUGAR TRACE
You nudged his arm lightly, whispering, “You’ve got—”
“I know,” he muttered.
But instead of wiping it away…
He glanced at the camera again.
Then deliberately ran his tongue across his bottom lip, licking the sugar off slowly.
Chat exploded.
HELLO???
SIR???
THAT WAS ILLEGAL
he LICKED IT OFF???
I would like to thank powdered donuts for their service
gf off cam winning in life rn
He shot you a look then, playful glare, eyes narrowed.
“Your fault,” he said quietly, but there was a smile tugging at his mouth.
You gasped dramatically. “My fault?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Distracting me mid-game.”
“You kissed me!”
“You had sugar on your lips!”
You giggled again, covering your mouth as you tried to stay quiet for stream.
Max groaned loudly in his headset.
“Oh my god I’m still here, by the way.”
Lando physically jumped in his chair.
“Fucking hell.. I forgot you were there.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” Max replied instantly. “I just watched you flirt live on Twitch.”
“I did not flirt.”
“You licked sugar off your girlfriend’s mouth on stream.”
Lando buried his face briefly in his hand, laughing.
Chat was eating it up.
max third wheeling AGAIN
free my man fewtrell
he’s traumatised
“i forgot you were there” 💀💀
clingy lando confirmed
He shook his head, refocusing on the game as the next round started.
“Right. Serious now,” he muttered, leaning forward.
You smiled to yourself and picked up another mini donut.
A minute passed.
Then two.
He was locked in, brows furrowed, mouse flicking, completely focused.
Until you tapped his arm.
He glanced sideways briefly.
You held up a powdered donut.
His expression softened instantly.
Without a word, he leaned over and took a bite straight from your fingers, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Chat noticed immediately.
SHE’S FEEDING HIM????
IM SO SOFT
off cam gf reveal but make it domestic
gamer boyfriend being fed donuts I can’t
he didn’t even look away 😭
Max groaned again.
“You’re being fed now? Are you five?”
“Shut up,” Lando mumbled through the bite, trying not to smile.
You wiped a bit of stray sugar from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.
He froze for half a second at the touch, then leaned slightly into it before catching himself and clearing his throat.
Focus. Stream. Game.
But his hand found your knee under the desk anyway, squeezing once absentmindedly.
You went back to scrolling TikTok, one earbud still in, occasionally tilting your phone so he could glance when he died between rounds.
At one point he died early again and leaned over.
“What’re you watching?”
“Fan edits,” you whispered.
He perked up immediately. “Of me?”
“Obviously.”
“Show me.”
You tilted your phone toward him, a dramatic slow-mo edit of him walking through the paddock.
He watched, deeply serious.
“…That’s sick.”
You laughed quietly.
Chat saw him looking off screen again.
WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT
show us king
gf showing him edits STOP
this is the softest stream ever
Max sighed.
“Can you stop being in love for five minutes so we can win a round?”
“No,” Lando said simply.
You choked on a laugh.
He smirked slightly at your reaction but kept playing, posture relaxed now, calmer just because you were there.
Another donut appeared in front of him.
He took it automatically.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
A pause.
Then softer, quieter, meant just for you:
“Stay here, yeah?”
Your heart melted a little.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiled, small but real, eyes flicking to you for a second before turning back to the game.
Chat noticed the softness instantly.
THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER
I’m unwell
clingy gamer bf energy
he just wants her near 😭
powdered donuts bringing families together
The round ended in a win.
Lando cheered, grabbing your hand and squeezing it triumphantly.
You squeezed back just as tight.
Max groaned one last time.
“I carried that, by the way.”
“Sure you did,” Lando said.
Then quieter, leaning slightly toward you again:
“Donut?”
You smiled, lifting one to his lips.
He took a bite, powdered sugar dusting his mouth all over again.
This time he didn’t even bother checking the camera.
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—-Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming, cuddling (can you tell I like streaming fics? 😆)
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Summery: Lando loves cuddles….. max not so much
——-Max Fewtrell’s Twitch stream had been live for exactly eleven minutes before chat started losing its collective mind.
Not because Max was doing anything particularly interesting — he was sitting at his desk, headset on, controller in hand, half-focused on the game and half-ranting about something trivial. The lighting was warm, casual. The room looked lived-in.
And in the background, very clearly visible, was a bed.
A bed that currently had two people in it.
Chat noticed immediately.
chat:
WAIT
IS THAT A BED BEHIND YOU
HELLO???
MAX???
WHO IS THAT
IS THAT—
Max glanced at chat briefly, eyebrows knitting together. “What?” he asked, distracted. “What are you lot on about?”
He leaned back slightly in his chair, unintentionally giving chat an even better view.
There was no denying it now.
Lando Norris was sprawled on the bed behind him, shoes kicked off somewhere out of frame, still wearing his white undershirt from earlier — the crisp button-up and suit jacket presumably discarded the second they’d walked through the door. One arm was slung loosely around a woman tucked against his chest, her head resting just below his collarbone.
His long-time girlfriend.
The one fans only ever caught glimpses of. The one who never made announcements, never posed deliberately, never played into the spectacle — but also never hid.
Private, not secret.
She was half under the covers, wearing one of Max’s spare hoodies (or maybe Lando’s — chat would argue about that for weeks), knees tucked up, one hand fisted lightly in the fabric of Lando’s undershirt as if even sleep wasn’t enough to loosen her grip on him.
They were out cold.
chat:
NO WAY
IS THAT LANDO???
IS HE ASLEEP??
WITH HER???
HELLO?????
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
Max finally turned around.
He froze.
“Oh,” he said, blinking. “…Oh.”
He swiveled fully in his chair, looking at the bed, then back to the camera, then back again — like if he stared long enough the situation might disappear.
“They’re asleep,” he said slowly, unnecessarily. “Clearly.”
chat:
WE CAN SEE THAT
MAX WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OH’
HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN THERE
DID THEY COME BACK DRUNK
WHAT DID THEY DO TONIGHT
Max shrugged, already putting the controller down. “Dunno,” he said honestly. “They went out. Dinner. Or a party. Or… something. I stayed in.”
Which was true. Lando and his girlfriend had come back late, laughing softly as they kicked their shoes off, whispering to each other like teenagers sneaking into a house — except they hadn’t bothered sneaking at all. They’d just… melted into the bed together.
Max had barely registered it before Lando was already half asleep.
chat:
MAX YOU ARE THE WORST LIAR
YOU JUST HAVE LANDO NORRIS SLEEPING IN YOUR BACKGROUND??
THIS IS DOMESTIC AF
HIS ARM AROUND HER IM CRYING
Max sighed and turned back to his desk. “I genuinely don’t know anything,” he insisted. “I’m not involved. I’m just here to game.”
Chat did not believe him.
Minutes passed. The game continued. The camera stayed fixed.
And then Lando stirred.
It was subtle at first — a shift of his shoulder, a low exhale as he adjusted on the mattress. His fingers twitched where they rested against her back, the fabric of the hoodie bunching under his palm.
He murmured something incoherent, face pressing briefly into her hair.
She didn’t wake.
Instead, she responded on pure instinct.
She scooted closer, tucking herself even more firmly against his chest, one leg draping lazily over his thigh. Her arm slid across his stomach, fingers slipping under the hem of his undershirt like she’d done it a thousand times before.
Lando let out a quiet hum — half sigh, half content noise — and tightened his arm around her without ever opening his eyes.
Chat exploded.
chat:
I JUST WITNESSED A PRIVATE MOMENT I WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE
THE WAY HE PULLED HER CLOSER
THATS HIS WIFE YOUR HONOR
MAX TURN THE CAMERA OFF IM BLUSHING
THEY’RE SO NATURAL ABOUT IT
Max glanced over his shoulder again and visibly winced.
“Mate,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Lando. “You’re trending.”
As if summoned by the universe, Lando shifted again — this time his eyes fluttering open briefly. He blinked, unfocused, staring at the ceiling like he had no idea where he was.
His hand moved automatically, thumb brushing slow circles into her back.
She nuzzled closer, face pressing into his neck.
“Lan…” she murmured softly, voice thick with sleep.
“Mm?” he replied, barely audible.
“Still here?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
She did.
He didn’t.
Instead, Lando turned his head slightly and finally noticed the glow of Max’s setup. The camera. The stream.
His eyes widened just a fraction.
“Oh,” he breathed.
Max didn’t turn around.
Chat noticed everything.
chat:
HIS EYES OPENED
HE SAW THE CAMERA
LANDO BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE OKAY
THIS IS BETTER THAN NETFLIX
Lando stared for a moment, clearly debating his options. Then he looked down at his girlfriend — peacefully asleep, entirely unaware she was currently the internet’s favorite person.
He smiled.
Soft. Fond. Almost stupidly affectionate.
He carefully shifted, pulling the blanket higher around her shoulders, then tucked his chin gently against the top of her head. One hand slid into her hair, fingers threading through it slowly.
Then — without a word — he closed his eyes again.
Chat lost it.
chat:
HE CHOSE HER OVER THE STREAM
AS HE SHOULD
MAX YOU’RE THIRD WHEELING YOUR OWN STREAM
THE UNDERSHIRT?? THE SUIT ENERGY??
THEY CAME BACK FROM A DATE AND PASSED OUT TOGETHER IM SICK
Max finally addressed it.
“I don’t know anything,” he repeated, stubborn. “I didn’t see them. I didn’t hear anything. I’m not answering questions.”
The donation alert went off.
“$10 — Tell Lando we love him and his girl.”
Max didn’t even hesitate. “I’m not waking them up.”
Another alert.
“$25 — This is the most domestic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Max sighed. “…Yeah. It is.”
The rest of the stream went on like that.
Max gaming. Chat spiraling. Lando half-awake just enough to tighten his grip every time she shifted, like his body refused to let her drift too far even in sleep.
At one point, she rolled slightly, and he followed immediately — pulling her back against him, legs tangling, forehead pressed into the crook of her neck.
Not performative. Not staged.
Just love, muscle memory, and the comfort of someone who had been his home for years.
And Max?
Max finished the stream an hour later without ever acknowledging it again.
4. Then we also have Lando off screen asking the guys if his BARE ass is white, and when he gets the affirmative he asks if he can show it on stream and says it’d be like a light for the stream. We have Max saying no you can’t because he’ll get banned. So for all we know he was just ass out off screen. No surprise really.
Who do you take me for?
OF COURSE I DO
LN: Guys is my ass white?😛
EJ: Yeah it’s very white🙂👍🏻
LN: What!?😳 ……can you put it on stream?🫣😏
EJ: When everyone else’s here it’d be such a big reflection🤓☝🏼
