Hii, how are you? I love your fics, especially your stream ones and I was wondering if you take requests, and if you do please can you do a bf!ln4 x reader where reader lost a bet or smtg so she has to play a horror game with Lando and Max on stream but reader gets like really scared and ends up having a panic attack? Idk if that makes sense but yeah, and I'm sry if you don't take requests •○•
—- Warnings: Panic attack
—- Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming, horror game, comforting
Summery: After losing a bet, you’re forced to play a horror game on stream with Lando and Max — until things go too far and Lando has to comfort you live on camera.
The bet had started three days ago
You had confidently told Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell that there was absolutely no way either of them could beat you at Mario Kart because they both “drove professionally and somehow still sucked at fake driving.”
That had led to a tournament.
Which had led to you losing spectacularly after getting hit with three blue shells in a row.
And now you were standing outside Lando’s streaming room staring at the setup like it was your execution.
“No,” you said flatly, arms crossed. “Actually no. I changed my mind.”
Lando was already laughing before you even finished speaking. He spun around in his chair to look at you, headset hanging around his neck.
“You can’t change your mind after the fact.”
“That’s not how bets work.”
Max snorted from the other side of the room. “Chat’s been waiting all day for this.”
You looked at him in betrayal. “You told them?”
The stream had already started ten minutes earlier, the “Starting Soon” screen replaced by the familiar room setup. Donations and chat messages flew down the monitor so fast they were barely readable.
The second you walked into frame, chat exploded.
-reader horror stream finally
-lando looks way too excited about this
You pointed accusingly at the camera. “You people are evil.”
“That’s not very nice,” Lando said dramatically.
“You’re making me play a horror game!”
“You signed the contract.”
Max leaned toward the mic. “There actually is. We printed one.”
Lando burst into laughter at your expression, reaching out automatically to tug you closer by your wrist until you ended up standing between his knees.
“You’ll be fine,” he said, grinning up at you.
“You hate scary movies. Different category.”
“It is literally the same category.”
-lando comforting her before it even starts 😭
-max instigating as usual
-boyfriend privileges revoked
Lando finally pulled you down onto his lap despite your protests, wrapping an arm around your waist while Max loaded up the game.
The second the menu music started — low, eerie, unsettling — your entire body tensed.
“You haven’t even started.”
Lando laughed into your shoulder. “Baby, it’s menu music.”
The game itself was one of those first-person psychological horror games with dark hallways and way too much ambient noise.
You lasted approximately four minutes before the first jumpscare.
A figure suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway accompanied by a loud screeching sound.
You screamed so hard you nearly launched yourself completely out of Lando’s lap.
The room erupted instantly.
Max was doubled over laughing.
Lando nearly fell backward in his chair trying to catch you.
Chat absolutely exploded.
-lando caught her so fast
“Nope,” you said immediately, grabbing for the keyboard to exit the game. “Done. Finished. Goodnight everybody.”
Lando tightened his arms around you before you could escape. “No no no, you have to play longer than four minutes.”
“I think I saw my soul leave my body.”
He was still laughing, but softer now, rubbing circles against your side while you buried your face into his shoulder.
“You’re shaking,” he noticed.
“Because you two are horrible people.”
Max managed to recover enough to speak. “You screamed before the thing even moved.”
“Because I sensed bad vibes!”
Another twenty minutes passed with varying levels of disaster.
Every creak made you jump.
Every sudden sound made you grab onto Lando.
At one point you accidentally smacked his headset clean off his head because something moved in the corner of the screen.
-lando is fighting for his life
-her survival instincts are violence apparently
But slowly, the joking started fading.
Because he could feel the difference between normal scared and genuinely overwhelmed.
Your reactions were getting quieter instead of louder.
You kept pulling your sleeves over your hands.
Your breathing sounded uneven against his shoulder.
And every time the game got tense, you curled tighter into yourself.
Lando glanced at you during a quieter moment in the game.
You nodded too fast. “Mhm.”
But your voice sounded strained.
Max noticed too, his smile fading slightly.
“You don’t have to keep going, you know.”
“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly. “I’m fine.”
Then the game hit you with another sequence.
Heavy breathing through the speakers.
Something chasing the character.
“Run,” Max was saying. “Run run run RUN—”
The monster suddenly appeared directly onscreen with a distorted scream.
Then immediately shoved the headphones off.
Your breathing was wrong.
You were trying to inhale but it kept catching halfway.
Your hands were trembling hard now as you pressed them against your face.
“Hey, hey,” Lando said quickly, voice completely different now. Calm. Serious.
Chat noticed immediately.
Max muted his own mic without even being asked.
Lando turned fully toward you in the chair, one hand holding your wrists gently.
You shook your head hard.
“Yes you can. Look at me for a second.”
Everything felt too loud.
The chat moving too fast.
You could feel yourself spiraling and it only made you panic more because thousands of people were watching.
“I’m sorry,” you said breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why—”
His voice stayed incredibly steady.
“You’re okay. Just breathe with me.”
Your breathing hitched again.
Lando immediately pulled the headset fully off himself and reached over to mute everything game-related before turning back to you completely.
He guided you sideways until you were basically curled against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your back.
Max quietly switched the stream scene so the gameplay disappeared, replaced with a “BRB” screen.
But the microphones were still on low volume.
Not enough for chat to hear everything clearly.
Just enough to hear Lando softly talking to you.
“Breathe slowly for me, okay?”
You nodded shakily against him.
He demonstrated the breath first.
Your breathing was still uneven, but you were trying.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
One hand stayed on the back of your head while the other rubbed slowly up and down your spine.
“No one’s upset with you.”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“You did not ruin the stream.”
“No.” His tone stayed gentle but firm. “You had a panic attack. That’s not being dramatic.”
The room was quieter now.
Max had moved off camera completely, likely checking chat and moderating things.
Lando stayed focused entirely on you.
“You’re safe,” he said softly. “It’s just us in the room, yeah?”
“Can you feel me holding your hand?”
“Good. Keep focusing on that.”
Your breathing gradually slowed from panicked gasps into shaky breaths.
The tightness in your chest eased little by little.
Lando never once rushed you.
Never acted annoyed that stream had basically stopped.
He just kept talking quietly.
Eventually you lifted your head slightly from his chest, eyes puffy with embarrassment.
He brushed hair carefully away from your face.
“You scared me a little.”
Your expression crumpled immediately. “I’m sorry.”
“Baby.” He gave you a look. “Again with apologizing.”
“I didn’t think it would actually affect me like that.”
“That game was horrifying,” Max finally chimed in from somewhere offscreen. “I almost had a heart attack too, for the record.”
You laughed weakly despite yourself.
Lando smiled a little at the sound.
Chat, meanwhile, had completely shifted moods.
The spammy jokes had turned into concern and support.
-lando handled that so well
-max muting everything immediately was sweet
Lando glanced at the monitor briefly before looking back at you.
“Do you want to end stream?”
“No horror games ever again though.”
Max finally reappeared beside the desk. “The people demand Mario Kart redemption instead.”
You pointed weakly at him. “You are partially responsible for my suffering.”
Lando laughed softly and pressed a kiss against the top of your head.
“C’mon,” he said quietly. “Let’s end stream and go lay down for a bit.”
And when Lando reached for the mouse to end everything, chat caught one last thing before the stream cut off completely:
You instinctively reaching for his hand again.
And him squeezing it back without even looking.
