#stream fic

Game Over

—- Warnings: Panic attack

—- Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming, horror game, comforting

—- Request: yes

—- Masterlist

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

It was stupid, really.

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.”

“Yes I can.”

“That’s not how bets work.”

“It should be.”

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?”

“Maybe.”

“Max!”

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.

CHAT

-SHES HERE

-NO WAY

-THE BET LMFAOOO

-reader horror stream finally

-lando looks way too excited about this

-protect her already

-she looks terrified 😭

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 agreed.”

“I was manipulated.”

“You signed the contract.”

“There was no contract!”

Max leaned toward the mic. “There actually is. We printed one.”

Your jaw dropped.

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.

“I hate scary games.”

“You hate scary movies. Different category.”

“It is literally the same category.”

Chat was losing it.

-SHES SO DONE

-lando comforting her before it even starts 😭

-this is gonna end badly

-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.

“Oh my god no.”

“You haven’t even started.”

“It’s already scary.”

Lando laughed into your shoulder. “Baby, it’s menu music.”

“Exactly.”

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.

-OH MY GOD

-IM CRYING

-HER SCREAM 😭😭😭

-SHE JUST ASCENDED

-lando caught her so fast

-MAX IS DYING HELP

“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.”

“You’re okay.”

“I’m literally not.”

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.

Chat loved every second.

-SHE HIT HIM 😭

-boyfriend down

-lando is fighting for his life

-her survival instincts are violence apparently

But slowly, the joking started fading.

At least for Lando.

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 okay?”

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.

Dark hallway.

Heavy breathing through the speakers.

Flickering lights.

Something chasing the character.

You froze entirely.

“Run,” Max was saying. “Run run run RUN—”

The monster suddenly appeared directly onscreen with a distorted scream.

You gasped sharply.

Not screamed.

Gasped.

Then immediately shoved the headphones off.

“Nope— no no no—”

Lando sat up instantly.

“Hey.”

Your breathing was wrong.

Too fast.

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.

-wait

-is she okay?

-pause the game

-oh no

Max muted his own mic without even being asked.

Lando turned fully toward you in the chair, one hand holding your wrists gently.

“Look at me.”

You shook your head hard.

“I can’t—”

“Yes you can. Look at me for a second.”

Your chest hurt.

Everything felt too loud.

The game sounds.

The lights.

The stream.

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—”

“Don’t apologize.”

His voice stayed incredibly steady.

“You’re okay. Just breathe with me.”

You tried.

Failed.

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.

“C’mere.”

He guided you sideways until you were basically curled against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your back.

“You’re alright.”

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.

“In through your nose.”

He demonstrated the breath first.

“Then out slowly.”

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.

“I ruined the stream.”

“You did not ruin the stream.”

“I’m being dramatic—”

“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?”

You nodded slightly.

“Can you feel me holding your hand?”

Another nod.

“Good. Keep focusing on that.”

It took a while.

A real while.

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 embarrassed.

Never acted annoyed that stream had basically stopped.

He just kept talking quietly.

Asking simple questions.

Keeping you grounded.

Eventually you lifted your head slightly from his chest, eyes puffy with embarrassment.

“I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

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.”

You sniffed quietly

“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.

“There she is.”

Chat, meanwhile, had completely shifted moods.

The spammy jokes had turned into concern and support.

-hope she’s okay :(

-lando handled that so well

-panic attacks are awful

-poor girl

-max muting everything immediately was sweet

-take care of her omg

Lando glanced at the monitor briefly before looking back at you.

“Do you want to end stream?”

You hesitated.

“Probably.”

“Okay.”

“No horror games ever again though.”

“Agreed.”

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.”

“Only partially?”

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.”

You nodded immediately.

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.

--Warnings: none, let me know if I missed any!

—- Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming

—- Request: none

—- Masterlist

Summery: Lando is streaming with max when his Portuguese girlfriend since childhood comes to cuddle.

——- The stream was already chaos.

Lando was back on Twitch, headset on, his laughter blending with Max Fewtrell’s voice through the speakers. It had been months since they last streamed together, and fans were practically flooding the chat with excitement. Messages were flying so fast Lando barely kept up—most of them were jokes, memes, or people just happy to see the boys back together.

“Bro, you’re terrible at this game,” Max was saying, trying not to laugh as Lando missed yet another shot.

“I’m just warming up,” Lando shot back, squinting at the screen like it would somehow help his aim.

Chat spammed things like:

“WARMING UP HE SAYS 😂”

“Classic Lando excuses.”

“Get Max to carry pls.”

They were in their element—bantering, joking, making the fans laugh.

But then, midway through Max roasting him, the sound of soft footsteps carried through Lando’s headset. He didn’t even need to look—he already knew.

His girlfriend.

She appeared at the edge of the frame, wearing one of Lando’s oversized hoodies that practically swallowed her. Her hair was a little messy, eyes heavy with sleep. She looked like she had fought her way out of bed just to find him.

“Oi, oi, oi,” Max immediately teased, spotting her shadow in the background. “We’ve got company.”

Chat exploded.

“IS THAT HER???”

“PORTUGUESE QUEEN ENTERS THE CHAT 🙌”

“she’s so real for wearing his hoodie.”

“we love a sleepy gf cameo.”

Lando glanced over his shoulder, already smiling softly. “Hi, amor,” he murmured, his tone instantly softer than the one he used with Max.

She just gave a little wave to Max on screen, then padded over to Lando without another word. Her body practically moved on instinct—straight into his lap, curling up sideways so she was facing him. One of her arms looped lazily around his waist, her cheek pressing against his chest.

“Bro…” Max said, pretending to gag. “This is NOT what the people signed up for.”

But chat begged to differ:

“NO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR.”

“STOP THEY’RE SO CUTE I CAN’T.”

“childhood lovers to THIS??? my heart.”

Lando adjusted quickly, shifting his headset slightly so it didn’t press into her head. His hand automatically slid around her back, pulling her closer. It was unconscious, instinctive—like second nature at this point.

She tilted her head just enough to whisper something against his collarbone, soft Portuguese words slipping out in her sleep-heavy voice:

"Estou com sono, amor.”

Lando’s lips curved into a tiny grin, his chest warming at the sound. He whispered back just as softly, in Portuguese that was accented but clearly practiced:

“Então dorme aqui, minha princesa.”

Chat lost it.

“HE UNDERSTOOD HER??????”

“nahh he’s been STUDYING.”

“my bilingual king.”

“STOPPPP HE CALLED HER PRINCESS IN PORTUGUESE 😭😭😭”

Max laughed, shaking his head. “Oh my god. I can’t compete with that. You’ve officially ruined the stream. Everyone’s here for her now.”

"She’s not even awake,” Lando teased quietly, stroking his girlfriend’s hair as her breathing slowed, already drifting off. “You’ll survive, mate.”

“Barely,” Max muttered, but he was grinning too.

Lando kept playing, one hand still on the controller, the other absently rubbing circles on her back. Every so often, his eyes flicked down to her face, just to make sure she was comfortable.

At one point, Max started shouting when something wild happened in-game, but Lando immediately put a finger to his lips and whispered sharply, “Shhh, Max! Quiet. She’s sleeping.”

The way he said it—protective, gentle—made Max chuckle. “Mate, your whipped.”

Lando only smirked, glancing at the camera. “Happy, though.”

Chat melted.

“did he just say happy 😭”

“STOP I’M SOBBING HE LOVES HER SO MUCH.”

“this is the softest stream in history.”

“portuguese gf supremacy.”

By then, his girlfriend was fully asleep, curled around him like he was her safe place. And honestly? He didn’t mind playing like that. If anything, it felt more right than anything else.

The game, the stream, Max joking—it all faded into the background compared to the warmth of her weight against him, the comfort of having her there.

And fans knew it too. Clips were already circulating, captions like “Lando speaking Portuguese to his gf??” or “he told Max to be quiet bc she was sleeping omg.” flooding Twitter within minutes.

But for Lando, none of that mattered. He shifted slightly, kissed the top of her head, and whispered again—barely audible, but chat caught it anyway:

“Boa noite, amorzinho.”

—-Warnings: None?

—-Genre: Fluff, Lando Norris X reader

—-Requested: Nope

—-Masterlist

Summery- Fans catch Lando’s girlfriend in the background of his stream, and his instant softening says everything.

⸻

It started as a normal stream.

Which, in the world of Lando Norris, meant it was absolutely not going to stay normal for long.

The camera was already rolling when he flopped back into his gaming chair, headset crooked, hoodie slightly oversized (not his, but chat didn’t know that yet).

“Right,” Lando sighed dramatically. “If I lose today, I’m blaming chat.”

From the speaker, the familiar voice of Max Fewtrell crackled through Discord.

“You blame chat every stream.”

“Because it’s always their fault.”

Chat was flying.

LANDOOOO

WE MISSED YOU

MAX TELL HIM TO FIX HIS MIC

WHY DOES HE LOOK SOFT TODAY

Lando rolled his eyes, but there was that smile. The one he tried to hide and failed every time.

The stream went on for about thirty minutes—trash talking, chaotic driving, Max yelling, Lando dramatically gasping every time he slightly clipped a corner.

And then—

Movement in the background.

Chat noticed before he did.

On the couch behind him, wrapped in a blanket and very clearly wearing one of his Quadrant hoodies, was you

Still asleep.

Hair slightly messy. One arm tucked under your cheek. Completely unaware that thousands of people had just spotted you.

Chat exploded.

WAIT IS THAT HER???

SHES THERE

SHES WEARING HIS HOODIE

STOPPPPP

Max went suspiciously quiet.

“…Lando.”

“What?”

“…Don’t turn around.”

That was the worst possible thing Max could have said.

Lando froze. Slowly. Slowly turned his head.

Saw you.

And immediately softened.

The teasing grin disappeared. His entire posture changed. He leaned back slightly, watching you for a second like the world had just paused.

“Oh,” he said quietly. “She fell asleep.”

Chat was in absolute shambles.

THE VOICE CHANGE

DID YOU HEAR THAT

HE WENT SOFT

I CANT DO THIS

You shifted slightly in your sleep, frowning as if you were cold.

Lando didn’t even think about it. He stood up, walked over, and gently adjusted the blanket around you. His fingers brushed your hair back from your face.

Max cleared his throat loudly.

“You’re on camera, by the way.”

Lando blinked.

“…Oh.”

He didn’t move away.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the couch.

You instinctively moved closer in your sleep, curling into his side. Your hand grabbed the front of his hoodie, like you always did when you were half-asleep.

Chat:

THATS INSTINCTIVE

IM ACTUALLY UNWELL

SHE GRABBED HIM

THEYRE SO REAL

Lando rested his hand on your back and absentmindedly started drawing small circles with his thumb. The kind he always did when you were anxious or sleepy.

He kept talking to Max like nothing was happening.

“Anyway,” he said casually, “I would’ve won that race if you didn’t distract me.”

“You’re literally cuddling your girlfriend on stream.”

“I can multitask.”

You made a soft sound, eyes fluttering open.

It took you a second to register where you were.

Then you saw the camera.

Then chat.

Then Lando.

“…Are you live?” you mumbled.

He grinned. “Maybe.”

You buried your face into his chest.

Chat absolutely lost it.

SHE HID

SHES SO CUTE

PROTECT THEM

“You didn’t tell me,” you muttered against him

“I didn’t know you were back there,” he laughed.

You finally looked up, still half-asleep, accent thicker when you were tired.

“Bonjour, chat,” you said softly.

Max wheezed in your headphones. “She just greeted chat before me.”

“Priorities,” you said.

Lando’s hand never left your back.

He leaned down slightly. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Just tired.”

“You stayed up waiting for him, didn’t you?” Max teased.

You didn’t answer.

Chat:

SHE WAITED FOR HIM

STOP

I BELIEVE IN LOVE AGAIN

After a few minutes, you stood up.

“I’m going to make coffee.”

“You just woke up,” Lando said.

“Yes. That is why.”

You shuffled toward the kitchen—still very much in frame without realizing.

Chat could see you stretching on your tiptoes to reach a cabinet.

Before anyone could say anything, Lando stood up again.

“One sec.”

He disappeared off camera.

Max smirked. “They think they’re subtle.”

The mic picked up your voice faintly.

“Lando, I can reach—”

“I know you can. I just like helping.”

“You are annoying.”

“You love me.”

A pause.

“…Yes.”

The clip was made before the stream even ended.

When Lando came back, he had a mug in one hand and you in the other. Not literally—but his arm was wrapped around your waist as you walked back together.

He sat down. You hovered behind him for a second.

Then you did what you always did.

You slid onto the arm of his chair, legs tucked to the side, one hand resting on his shoulder.

Physical touch. Always.

He leaned back into you automatically.

Max groaned. “Can you two not be adorable for five minutes?”

“No,” you and Lando said at the same time.

Chat:

THEY SAID IT IN SYNC

IM DONE

COUPLE GOALS

Halfway through the next race, you got distracted reading chat.

“Oh my god, they’re saying we are ‘soft launch but hard committed.’ What does that mean?”

Lando laughed. “It means we’re disgustingly in love.”

Your face turned pink.

“Stop.”

He turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to your hand where it rested on his shoulder.

Casual.

Natural.

Like breathing.

Chat did not survive.

Later, when you stood to leave, you leaned down and whispered something in his ear.

He smiled softly. “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“What did she say?” Max demanded.

Lando smirked. “None of your business.”

You walked out of frame.

The mood shifted just slightly—not worse, just… aware.

After another ten minutes, Lando glanced toward the hallway.

“Alright,” he said. “Last game.”

“Whipped,” Max muttered.

“Correct.”

And when the stream finally ended, chat was already posting.

Clips of you grabbing his hoodie in your sleep.

Clips of his voice going soft.

Clips of the quiet “Yes” in the kitchen.

Edits. Slow zooms. Heart emojis everywhere.

⸻

Later that night, off-stream, you were curled into him on the couch.

“No more surprise streams,” you mumbled.

He laughed quietly, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.

“You’re the one who fell asleep in the background.”

“You like it.”

He didn’t deny it.

Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I like you,” he corrected softly.

And even though the relationship wasn’t secret, even though fans adored you, even though clips would circulate for weeks—

This part was just yours.

Quiet.

Warm.

Safe.

His hand finding yours automatically.

Dearest Demands