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⥠summary: Lando and Y/N have always been inseparable, but during a snowy getaway with friends, their usual dynamic start to shift. Unspoken feelings begin to resurface.
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⥠summary : compilation of top streaming moments from your favourite best friends Y/N and Lando. ft. Max F
stream madness pt. 2
⥠summary : finally able to unapologetically show his love and adoration for his girlfriend, these are some top streaming moments from everyones favourite couple Lando and Y/N.
stream madness pt. 3
⥠summary : Lando Norris and his girlfriend, Y/N continue to grace the stream with tooth-achingly sweet moments, often caught on camera. But theyâre not immune to some naughty slip-ups, much to Max F's dismay.
stream madness pt.4
⥠summary : Twitch streams, chaos during trivia, and one very soft Lando Norris. Whenever Y/N shows up on stream, fans get more than they bargained for. Between Max F's third-wheeling, and Lando's doting habits, the internet can't keep up.
you're worth it
⥠summary : Lando and Y/N attempt to figure out their friendship. With a little nudge from fate, aka their best friend Max F, will the two finally be able to face reality and act on their long brewing feelings?
racing heart
⥠summary : Y/N is determined to prove sheâs got the skills to take on Landoâs karting challenge, but Landoâs protective instincts go into overdrive. Despite her insistence that sheâs fine, Lando canât help but fuss over every little detail, from her seatbelt to her speed, unable to hide his concern.
tides of change
⥠summary : Lando and Y/Nâs not so situationship had become the talk of everyone around them. It was clear to everyone but the two of them that their connection was something worth fighting for. The question on everyoneâs lips: When will Lando finally stop holding back and risk it all?
through the lens
⥠summary : The cameras may be there for Formula 1, but somehow, they keep capturing them. From playful bickering in the paddock to wholesome moments in McLarenâs garage, from Y/Nâs growing fan club to Landoâs exaggerated jealousy, Drive to Survive unknowingly turns their love story into a viral sensationâone chaotic moment at a time.
in the paddock
⥠summary : Lando Norris and Y/Nâs playful moments around the paddock never go unnoticed, the quick banter and unexpected distractions, they bring chaos, laughter, and a little extra love to every race weekend.
hot lap
⥠summary : Somehow, Lando Norris managed to convince his girlfriend to join him for a hot lap.
like lando norris
⥠summary : Lando Norris and his girlfriend invite viewers into their everyday life, sharing candid and funny moments as they go about their day.
you are so kindness
⥠summary : Lando and his girlfriend, Y/N, spend time unboxing and reading heartfelt gifts and letters from his fans.
pole position
⥠summary : Lando does his best to teach his girlfriend how to drive â like a winner.
every time
⥠summary : Lando never learns, no matter how many times he says 'never again,' he somehow always ends up in the middle of his girlfriendâs pranks.
butterflies
⥠summary : After a tough triple header, Landoâs feeling the pressure, and youâre there to offer him comfort. As he opens up about his struggles, a surprising confession slips out.
Summary : Fans compiled clips of their favourite moments between Lando and Aston Martin driver!reader.
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: swearing
Speculation continues to swirl around McLarenâs Lando Norris and you, Aston Martinâs young star, with many fans convinced there's more than just friendship between the two of you. Though neither you, nor Lando had confirmed anything, and no solid evidence had surfacedâyour playful interactions and unmistakable chemistry have only added fuel to the fire.
these moments do not help your case.
The water bottle
It was post-race at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Lando, Max and you, sat slumped on the nearest sofa, drained after securing P1, P2, and P3 respectively. The heat still clung to the air, even off-track, and your race suit stuck uncomfortably to your skin. The podium made it all worth itâbut right now, all you wanted was a cold drink and a second to breathe.
You reached for the bottle water baside you lazily, hand sluggish and aching, half-listening to Lando as he answered a journalist's question about race strategy. The exhaustion weighed on your limbs, making the simplest takst of uncapping the bottle feel like such a challenge.
âThe team knew what was needed to stay ahead of Max andâugh, sorry. Here, let me.â
Without skipping a beat, he set down his mic, reached over, and easily twisted the cap open before handing the bottle back to you. You blinked in surprise, lips parting, but all that came out was a quiet, breathless âThanksâ as you took a sip.
Max let out a snort of laughter beside you. âSorry, letâs pause the whole interview for this sweet little moment,â he teased, shaking his head.
Lando just rolled his eyes and grabbed his mic again, continuing as if nothing had happened. But judging by the grins from the journalists, and the certainty that the clip would be everywhere within the hourâit hadnât gone unnoticed.
Lando is known for his champagne celebrations on the podium. Sure, it looks glorious, basking in victory, champagne flying through the airâbut no one ever talks about the reality: it burns your eyes, floods your nose, and leaves your skin and hair sticky.
You stood tall on the top step, your first-ever win still sinking in. The crowd roared as your national anthem played, and you could feel your heartbeat thundering in your chest, pride swelling with every note. On either side of you stood Lando and Lewis, but it was Landoâs cheeky grin that caught your attention just as the anthem reached its peak.
The second it ended, chaos began.
Corks popped. Champagne exploded. And Lando, of course, immediately slammed his bottle down and aimed it straight at you.
You barely had a second to react. The cold spray hit from both sides, soaking you instantly as you struggled to open your own bottle. It poured down your face, into your suit, burning your eyes and blurring your vision. Landoâs laugh, loud, carefree, unmistakable, rang out over the madness.
You blinked rapidly, trying to wipe your face, unable to see a thing. Your expression probably said it all: somewhere between shocked and helplessly amused.
Then, through the chaos, you felt his hands on your face, gentle and steady. Landoâs fireproof sleeves brushed against your skin as he carefully wiped away the champagne from around your eyes, his thumbs moving with a softness that contrasted sharply with the wildness around you.
âYou good?â he asked, laughing quietly, his grin now more sincere than mischievous.
You nodded, finally able to meet his gaze again, still catching your breath. âI swear, Iâm never letting you near me with champagne again.â
Landoâs smile widened as he gave you a pat on the back. âI had to make it memorable!â
This video clip sent your's and Lando's shippers into a full-on spiral. After the Mexico Grand Prix, where Carlos Sainz and Lando secured an electrifying 1-2 finish, the pair were spotted celebrating with Carlosâ friends and family over dinner. A few lighthearted posts even made their way onto social media.
But what really caught fansâ attention was a blink-and-youâll-miss-it detail in one of the photos. In the background, seated next to Lando, was someone who sharp-eyed fans quickly identified, you. Wearing the same distinctive sweater you were seen in earlier that day when leaving the paddock, and the unmistakable bracelets you frequently wore throughout the season.
There was no official mention or tag, but that didnât stop the speculation. For many fans, it was another subtle breadcrumb confirming what theyâd suspected all along. The internet lit up with theories, edits, and speculation, convinced that yet another quiet public appearance had just taken place this time, tucked into a cozy moment with the Sainz family.
Lando and you have made several unexpected appearances on Daniel Ricciardoâs iconic JPG Instagram account. While it wasnât unusual for the three of you to be seen together, given the tight-knit friendship between Daniel, Lando, and yourselfâfans didnât hesitate to dive deep into the posts, convinced they were subtle clues feeding the long-standing theory that thereâs more between you and Lando than just friendship.
One photo showed the three of you in a mirror selfie inside an elevator. Daniel, played photographer, camera in hand, while you and Lando stood casually beside him. At first glance, it looked like a typical group pic, until fans zoomed in. Slung over Landoâs shoulder was your bag, resting there like it belonged, as if it had found its place without either of you thinking twice about it.
Another upload showed a moment at a karting track. You were standing beside your kart, preparing to head out, when fans noticed the figure next to you. Though his helmet covered most of his face, there was no mistaking it, Lando. He stood close, hands carefully adjusting your helmet strap, focused and steady. The gesture was small, but intimate, and the natural ease between you didnât go unnoticed.
Within hours, the comment sections were flooded with theories and heart-eyed emojis. To the internet, these werenât just photos, they were proof.
The truck moved at a crawl, weaving past grandstands packed with fans shouting your names and waving flags like their lives depended on it. You kept your sunglasses on, smile practiced, waving just enough to look friendly, nothing more, nothing less.
Lando stood beside you, doing the exact same thing. Waving, smiling, keeping the conversation low between the two of you. Like you werenât both trying not to laugh at the stupid inside joke heâd just whispered about a guy holding a "Marry Me, Lando" sign.
Heâd helped you into the truck earlier, hand out like a reflex, fingers brushing yours a second longer than necessary. No one caught that. At least, you thought so.
And then came the moment. You were both waving, smiling, still laughing at something only you two found funny, when Landoâs hand casually dropped to the small of your back as the truck began to make a turn at a corner. Barely there. Light. Familiar.
Too familiar.
It lingered for just a second before he suddenly realized. His hand flew back like heâd touched something hot, and he looked ahead like nothing happened. But you could see the panic flash across his face for a split second.
You didnât say anything, just smirked.
Unfortunately for both of you, Charles did notice, and so did your fans. From the truck behind, he leaned over dramatically and yelled, âOooohhh! I saw that, penalty for Norrisâ
Lando groaned under his breath. You tried, and failed, not to laugh, biting your lip as your shoulders shook.
âSmooth,â you teased him, still smiling to the crowd.
âTiny slip up, just a friendly handâ he whispered, eyes still forward like a guilty schoolboy.
He glanced over his shoulder, then muttered with a grin, âIf this ends up on a fan camââ
You bumped his shoulder playfully. âPlease. Theyâve already made ten TikToks about us just from this truck ride alone.â
The rain had been relentless, hammering down onto the track, forcing a red flag that left drivers scattered around the paddock like bored students on a rainy field trip. Some retreated to their garages, napping, listening to music to stay focused, while others found creative ways to pass the time. A few were even caught playing football with balled-up tire warmers.
You, Lando, and Carlos had ended up in a quiet corner of the paddock, chatting while waiting out the weather. The broadcast cameras, desperate for content, eventually found their way to your little trio, panning slowly toward the three of you laughing at something Carlos had said.
Then the focus shiftedâsubtly, but noticeablyâto just you and Lando.
Lando stood close, holding an umbrella tilted almost entirely your way, rain spattering off the edges while he stayed mostly outside the shelter himself. His hoodie was already damp, but he didnât seem to care. You nudged him at one point, trying to shift it so he wasnât fully out in the wet, but he just gave you a boyish grin and said something that made you laugh.
Thatâs when the Max Fewtrell, Lando's good friend, side eyes his running twitch stream, knowing full well the moment the camera just caught would send fans into a full blown spiral.
Max paused. Blinked. And then, slowly, looked straight into the camera with the most dramatic, expression he could manage.
âRight,â he said, eyes wide, the corners of his mouth twitching with a grin. âSo itâs that kind of weather delay, huh?â
The chat exploded within seconds, fans already reading into the umbrella, the body language, the fact that Lando didnât seem remotely interested in moving.
Max leaned in, voice dropping and thick with teasing.
âAlright chat, calm downâcut our boy some slack and give him a fighting chance.â
Back on screen, Lando caught the camera out of the corner of his eye, shifted the umbrella just enough⊠and casually rested a hand on your back, if only for a moment.
Carlos caught it. You caught the smirk.
Max definitely caught it.
âLook at these twoâalready causing more buzz than the race itself.â
To this day, fans swear the annual driver Christmas gift exchange was the clearest sign that something more was going on between you and Lando Norris.
It was already suspicious enough that, out of all the names in the bucket, you and Lando somehow ended up picking each other. But what truly sent the internet into a frenzy were the giftsâthoughtful, personal, impossibly specific. The kind of presents only two people who knew each other too well would give.
Lando was mid-unwrapping, his usual excited grin slipping into a confused frown as he rotated the box in his hands, trying to make sense of it.
âOh, shââ His eyes widened. ââSorry, cut that out,â he added quickly, glancing toward the crew with a sheepish grin.
Inside the box: a 1:1 LEGO replica of Landoâs first-ever karting helmet. Every detail was thereâfrom the exact color scheme to the little decals only a handful of people would remember. Attached to the side of the box was a small envelope. He opened it and read aloud:
âFrom someone who knows how much this still means to you.â
Lando went quiet. Just for a second. The camera zoomed in slightly, catching the subtle shift in his expression.
âWho do you think your Secret Santa was?â someone asked off-camera.
âOh, I know exactly who it was,â Lando said, chuckling softly. âStill kinda freaky how she managed to pull this offâIâm guessing my mum or dad helped her out.â
âDid they do a good job?â
âItâs perfect,â he said, smiling as he gently patted the box. âI love it. Definitely looking forward to building it and putting it on display.â
âAnd do you think the person you got will like their gift?â
Lando laughed under his breath. âI mean⊠I got her. And sheâs already beaten me in the gift departmentâbut yeah, I really hope she does.â
The video then cut to you, sitting just outside Aston Martinâs hospitality unit, carefully unwrapping a paper bag handed to you just before filming began.
âWho do you think your Secret Santa is?â
You glanced up, laughing as you peeled away the last bit of tissue paper. âCharles, maybe? Heâs been asking me about my hobbies recentlyâlike, weirdly specific questions.â
Your eyes dropped to the contents of the bag: a vintage film camera and a leather-bound journal. Your race number and initials were engraved on the cover in gold. You flipped it open slowly, revealing a message on the inside page:
For every moment you want to remember, and the ones you think youâll forget.
You let out a breath, covering your mouth with your hand. âNo way. This is soââ You shook your head, smiling. âThis is so nice. You guys⊠best Secret Santa season ever, I think.â
Then you paused, adding with a laugh, âNo offense to Alexâhe got me that spa voucher last year and it was amazing.â
âAny idea who your Secret Santa was?â
You smiled, chuckling as you hugged the journal to your chest. âYeah, I do.â
âStill think it was Charles?â
âNah, Iâm pretty sure he was just genuinely curious about my hobbies,â you laugh.
âAny other guesses?â
You shake your head with a grin. âNope. I know exactly who it wasâand I really hope he liked what I got him, too.â
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hiyaa! I'm back, im feeling better now. Thank you so much for checking in, its so heart warming to see such sweet messages as soon as i opened the app. love you guys, truly
Yana the kids miss you come home, I hope youâre okay
honey, i'm home!
i missed you guys dearly. Genuinely felt so guilty and had to rethink deleting all my socials off my phone especially the first couple of days, but i really did need this break.
i hope you guys are doing okay, love you. I'm gonna try putting out more work for you guys to read
hii! thank you for checking in. I missed you too! I've actually been lurking on here and checking on you guys the past couple of days while I was working on something new.
I'm doing better now! a lot of stuff happened both in my family and studies, really frustrating but was able to work everything out eventually. I hope you're okay!
â hii my loves, first off, sorry for disappearing without any heads-up. Iâve been planning and working hard to make this summer semester my final one, but because of scheduling conflicts and course availability, Iâm not graduating yetâso itâs been pretty frustrating to get pushed back again.
Iâve missed you all a lot, but taking a break from social media really helped me sort through my thoughts and emotions. I hope you understand.
I do have something Iâll be sharing in a couple of hours, and I hope youâll like it! Iâll try to write more when I can, between work and uni. For now, enjoy whatâs coming, and Iâm looking forward to sharing more with you all soon!
Summary: After a tough triple header, Landoâs feeling the pressure, and youâre there to offer him comfort. As he opens up about his struggles, a surprising confession slips out.
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: swearing, mental health
The triple header was finally over.
But it had chewed Lando up and spat him out along the way.
Three weekends. Three countries â Japan, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia â each one stacking exhaustion, frustration, and pressure on his shoulders like invisible weights he couldnât shake off.
It had started so well.
Pole position. A first win of the season. A lead in the championship standings.
For a brief, brilliant moment, it felt like everything was falling into place.
And then, almost overnight, it began to unravel.
A costly mistake during qualifying.
A crash in Saudi that left him stranded in P10 on the grid.
Every misstep gnawed at him, louder and sharper than any of the praise that followed.
His team, his fans, his family, they all tried to reassure him. Finishing P4 from a backfoot start was an incredible recovery. They told him they were proud. They told him to hold his head high.
But Lando being Lando, he carried the weight of every mistake like a scar carved into his chest.
Everyone saw it, the way each race seemed to pull him a little further away from himself. The slump of his shoulders, the blankness in his gaze when he thought no one was looking.
When he scrolled through his phone late at night, the hateful comments and cruel jokes flashing across his screen, dissecting him, mocking him, criticizing every tiny misstep like he wasnât even human.
Hours after the Saudi race, the four of you â Max, P, Lando, and you â ended up crashing in Landoâs hotel room, ordering a late dinner to fill the silence no one really wanted to break.
Lando was half-sprawled across the sofa, lazily scrolling through his phone. His leg bounced restlessly up and down, his other hand busy chewing at the edge of his thumb, a nervous habit he never quite managed to shake.
You watched him from your spot across the sofa, feeling the unease bleeding off of him in waves.
Max and P had disappeared to pick up the food, leaving just you and Lando behind in the low hum of the AC in the hotel room.
You sighed, placing your phone down in your lap.
âYou wanna talk about it?â you asked gently.
Lando glanced up, almost like he hadnât realized he wasnât alone. His leg kept bouncing, hand slowly dropping from his mouth.
âHm?â he mumbled.
âYou want to talk about it?â you repeated, shifting forward so you were properly facing him. âWhateverâs been bothering you.â
He cleared his throat, mirroring your movement like it gave him something to do. âIâm good,â he said, a little too quickly.
You didnât buy it for a second.
âYouâre clearly not, Lan,â you said, frowning. âWhenâs the last time you had proper sleep? No offense, but... you look like shit.â
He actually chuckled at that, a low, rough sound. Five years of friendship meant he expected nothing less than brutal honesty from you.
âIâm fine, Y/N. You worry too much.â
âBecause I care,â you shot back, voice softer now. âYouâre too hard on yourself, you know that? Youâre doing a great jobâ"
ââIâm not,â he interrupted sharply, voice cracking just slightly. His hands scrubbed roughly over his face.
âIâm not. And I should be. Everyone expects better from me, and I canât fucking deliver.â
The words spilled out fast, like he couldnât hold them in any longer.
You felt your chest tighten at the way he said it, like it wasnât frustration talking. It was something deeper. Defeat.
Quietly, closing the gap, sitting closer to him without a word. You didnât try to tell him he was wrong. You didnât start listing achievements or statistics he already knew by heart.
Instead, you leaned your shoulder against his, solid and steady.
âYouâre allowed to have bad days, Lan,â you said simply. âOne race doesnât erase who you are. What youâve built. Youâre not just... results on a page.â
He didnât respond immediately. His leg stilled. His phone slipped from his hand onto the cushion.
For the first time all night, he let himself lean into you, just a little. Just enough. Head ever so gently resting on your shoulder
And for now, you took that as a win.
You sighed, letting your head rest lightly against his, your fingers finding his hand and tracing slow, soothing circles across the back of it.
"Itâs only been... what? Five races?" you said quietly. "Youâve got so much more ahead of you, Lan."
He let out a bitter laugh, low and tight in his chest.
"Itâs only been five, and Iâve already fucked up every single one," he muttered. "If I havenât ruined the whole race, Iâve made at least one critical mistake every damn time."
"Youâre not perfect, Lan," you said, squeezing his hand a little tighter, grounding him.
He shook his head against you, the words tumbling out faster now, rough around the edges.
"Oscarâs not making mistakes like I am. And Max â everyone keeps saying he shouldn't be that fast in the Red Bull, but he is. He's that good. And meâ" He broke off, swallowing hard.
"Youâre not Oscar," you said firmly.
"Youâre not Max... youâre not Lewis either. Youâre Lando. And thatâs more than enough."
You pull away slightly, shifting so youâre fully facing him, needing him to see that you mean every word.
"It breaks my heart to see you like this," you say quietly, your voice thick with feeling. "Doubting yourself. Look how far youâve come, Lan. You should be proud."
He offers a small, tired smile, nodding once.
"I know..." he murmurs. "Itâs justâ sometimes it gets too much, you know? I knew what I was signing up for, but... that doesnât mean the comments, the criticism, all the shit people say... it doesnât mean it doesnât get to me. I wish I didn't care so much about what others thought about me"
Your heart twists painfully in your chest. Without thinking, you squeeze his hand again, anchoring him.
"Then you wouldn't be you anymore...and we know youâre worth more than anything they have to say," you say, shrugging like itâs the simplest truth in the world. "I want you to be world champion, Lan. I want you to chase every dream youâve ever had. But if it means losing yourself in the process..."
You shake your head, voice turning fierce with emotion.
"If it means losing the Lando I know and love? Fuck the championship."
"Yeah?" His head snaps toward you, a smirk pulling at his lips, one eyebrow raised slightly.
"You love me?"
You roll your eyes, suddenly finding your nails very interesting, anything to distract from the heat creeping up your neck.
"Out of everything I just said, thatâs what you choose to focus on?"
He laughs, a real one this time, soft and a little mischievous, and nudges his knee against yours. "I love you too, you muppet."
He sighs, settling back against your shoulder like itâs the only place he wants to be. "Having you here with me... it helps," he says quietly.
"I hope you know that. You make everything easier."
You smile, warmth blooming in your chest, and press a soft kiss to the top of his head before resting yours against his again.
"Mind saying that again?" you tease, voice light. "Maybe once Max gets back... just so he can hear who your favourite friend really is?"
Lando laughs, and itâs music to your ears, its bright, real, almost like you could see the weight slowly lifting off his chest.
"Oh, trust me," he says, nudging you. "He knows he lost to you a long time ago. He doesnât give me butterflies in my tummy like you do."
You chuckle, a surprised laugh slipping out. "I give you butterflies?"
"Oh, shut up..." Lando muttered, letting out a soft yawn as he nuzzled closer to you, his face buried in your shoulder.
"Sometimes I feel like you rile me up on purpose."
"Hey, I do not!" you protested, slapping his leg.
"Ow!" Lando dodged, laughing through the pain. "Alright, fine. Maybe itâs just my tiny crush on you talking."
You smirked, teasing him. "You have a crush on me? How old are you, ten?"
Lando shot you a playful look. "How old are you, ten?" he mocked, sticking out his tongue. "Iâve liked you for a while now, you knob."
You froze, your heart skipping a beat.
What the hell? Was he serious, or was he just messing with you? You sat there, stiff and dumbfounded, unsure of what to make of it.
"You're just tired. Sleep it off," you said, trying to brush it off, though your mind was spinning.
"Iâm fucking exhausted," he yawned again, his eyes already fluttering closed. "But it doesnât make me a liar." He shifted slightly, his voice softer now.
"You can even ask Max when he comes back."
Silence.
You couldnât think of anything to say. Your mind raced with a thousand different scenarios, trying to figure out if he was joking or if there was something real in his words. Surely, he was just messing with you, right?
"Since when?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
No response. Just the hum of the AC and Landoâs steady breathing.
As much as you wanted to wake him up and demand answers, you knew he needed the rest more than you needed clarity.
You stayed still, afraid to disturb him. Just enough movement to pick up your phone and scroll through your feed, passing the time as you waited for Max and P.
Lando's head was now resting gently on your lap, his legs curled up in a relaxed position, peacefully asleep. Not long later, Max and P arrived, chatting softly as they entered the room.
As soon as they were both in view, you held a finger to your lips, signaling them to keep quiet. P smiled, nodding, and walked over to the kitchen to grab some utensils. Max, however, made his way over to you with the bags of food in hand.
"Finally got him to sleep, huh?" Max said with a grin.
You nodded, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Took a while, but he's resting."
Max took the opportunity to pull his phone out of his pocket, immediately snapping photos of you and Lando.
You quickly grabbed the throw pillow beside you and tossed it at him.
He dodged it with ease, raising his hands in surrender.
"Heâd want photos," he said, the smirk never leaving his face.
Heâd want photos? Now you were even more confused.
You cleared your throat, trying to brush off the confusion as you gathered your thoughts. "He... uh... he said something to me before he nodded off."
Maxâs attention was fully on the food now as he unpacked the containers, "Yeah?"
You took a deep breath, still unsure of how to approach it.
"He told me he had a crush on me..." you said with a nervous chuckle.
Max didnât even flinch. He continued unpacking, casually licking the sauce off his finger, "Oh, you really didnât know?"
You frowned, your confusion deepening. "What do you mean?"
Max shrugged, clearly not fazed. "I've always assumed you noticed it by now... or that P had told you a while back." He casually shrugged again, tossing the food containers onto the counter.
"Thought you were just pretending you didnât know until he actually confessed."
No fucking way. After all these years of keeping your feelings to yourself, to find out this man â the one napping on your lap right now â likes you too?
"You're fucking with me," you laugh in disbelief. "Since when?"
Max scoffs, clearly amused. "Since months after you two first met?"
"I'll help P out, Iâll grab some ice too," he adds, before heading off into the kitchen.
You stay frozen, your mind racing, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions.
"Believe me now?"
Landoâs voice pulls you from your trance. You glance down, finding him looking up at you with sleepy, half-lidded eyes and a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.
You roll your eyes, reaching down to pinch his cheek. "Youâre so annoying."
"Secrets out..." Lando chuckles, sitting up and stretching. "Gotta take you out on a proper date now."
"Iâd love that, actually." You smile softly, feeling a warmth spread through you. Without thinking, you offer him the box of spring rolls.
Lando reaches for a spring roll, popping it into his mouth with a relaxed smile.
"This is good," he says, rubbing his tummy in satisfaction. "Gotta keep the butterflies fed."
Could u do a lando story please where after a tough time (maybe brazil or smth) hes hanging out with this friends and falls asleep on reader. Theyre hust griends and then someone like Max f walks in and reader goes"this is the most sleep they've gotten in weeks if you wake them I will kill you" so max just takes a bunch of pics
hii! thank you and I'm sorry it took so long for me to work on this but i currently have it in the drafts right now
just gonna edit it up a bit and have it ready later today, thank you and i hope you like itt
hi, i love your writing a lot. is it ok if i request smth? if not, all good, you can delete. is it ok if we can have a comfort fic about the shitshow that has been the triple header with lando all the way from japan to jeddah. don't feel pressured to write this if not. have a good day or night đ
hii, thank you so much!
I just finished writing this fic, combined it with another similar request. I hope you like it, just finishing it up and I'll have it ready in a couple of hours <3
Summary: Lando Norris and Y/Nâs playful moments around the paddock never go unnoticed, the quick banter and unexpected distractions, they bring chaos, laughter, and a little extra love to every race weekend.
Words: 4.0k
Warnings: swearing
Ice Cream
It was media day, and Oscar had been assigned to create a short vlog documenting his weekend leading up to the race. He sat in his driver room, holding the camera to his face, giving a tour of his space and casually showing off the contents of his bag. He was making an attempt at being interesting, but the excitement just wasn't there. That is, until he heard muffled voices and laughter coming from the thin walls of the adjacent room.
A mischievous grin spread across his face, and you could practically see a light bulb light up above his head.
âYou know what, guys, I might have something more interesting to share with you,â he said, standing up, camera still in hand but now pointing forward, walking towards the door.
He stopped just before it, straining his ears to listen to the voices outside. As soon as he knocked, the noise stopped abruptly, like a record scratch.
With a grin, he slowly opened the door and peeked his head in, the camera capturing a glimpse of Lando's room.
"Mind if I hang here for a bit?" he asked, winking at the camera.
Lando chuckled, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch. "Of course, mate. Woah, you're full-on vlogging now, huh?"
Oscar sighed, dropping the camera on the table across from the couch before plopping down next to Lando. "Media duties. They told me it's your turn next weekend, so donât be teasing me," he said, shooting Lando a playful look.
Lando raised an eyebrow, glancing to his side. Just out of frame, someone else was sitting next to him. "Wanna join my vlog?" Oscar asked, turning the camera towards them.
A soft voice answered, "Can I?"
Oscar smiled as the camera panned to reveal Y/N, ice cream in hand, waving shyly at the camera. "Of course you can," he said, scooting over to make room on the couch for her.
Lando grinned at her fondly. "Gotta introduce yourself, love."
Y/N laughed nervously, taking a small bite of her ice cream before speaking. "Oh! Hello, I'm Y/N."
Lando smirked playfully, looking at Oscar. "She's my girlfriend."
Y/Nâs face flushed a soft pink, and she gave a shy nod, still holding her ice cream cup. "Yeah, that's me," she added with a small smile.
Oscar tilted his head slightly. âCould hear you two all the way from my room.â He raised an eyebrow, setting up the shot like he was getting ready to expose them.
Y/N, her eyes widening at the comment, quickly set her ice cream cup down as if ready to explain herself. âThis man right hereââ
Lando leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, and sighed dramatically. âOh, here we goâŠâ
Y/N crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she looked at Lando, who was now sitting upright with an exaggerated, almost dramatic expression.
"I got here probably an hour or two after you guys did," she started, holding the ice cream cup in her hand for emphasis. "He texts me saying, 'Oh babe, we have ice cream down at hospitality, it's the flavour you like.' It was all a plot so he could eat off of mine, âcause John has him on a diet."
Lando immediately shot up in defence. "No! Liarâbaby, is it or is it not the flavour that you like?" His eyes were wide, as if he was about to win the argument with this one fact.
"It is, butâ" Y/N raised her eyebrows.
Lando quickly interrupted, triumphant. "Exactly! I texted you with the intention of letting you know we had ice cream, you know, because Iâm thoughtful like thatâ"
"âYes, but did you or did you not immediately grab the cup from me and start eating it?" Y/N leaned forward, smirking at him.
Lando's expression faltered for a moment, then he leaned back with a sheepish grin. "You exaggerate."
Y/N raised a finger, not letting him off the hook. "Lan, you opened the door, said hi, and took the cup from me without even saying 'hello' properly!"
Oscar, who had been sitting quietly next to them, alternating between watching the argument unfold and glancing at the camera with a growing grin, finally spoke up. He shifted the camera slightly to get a better angle of the chaotic scene.
"I deal with this every time she attends a race," Oscar said, his voice full of mock exasperation, his grin widening. "It's like a whole drama series, but with ice cream."
Y/N glanced at Oscar, raising her eyebrows. "Oscar, don't act like you're not entertained by it."
Lando nodded, a smug look on his face. "Exactly. You love the drama."
Oscar just shook his head, chuckling. âWho needs Netflix when I have this to watch?â
It was the end of a rainy weekend, and the paddock was winding down. Teams were busy packing up, their trucks being loaded with gear, while the last few fans remained outside in the wet weather, holding out caps and posters, hoping for a last-minute signature from their favourite drivers.
Lando was walking hand-in-hand with Y/N, umbrella in his other hand, holding it above them both. He was visibly exhausted from the race, his shoulders slumped slightly as they walked toward the exit. Y/N, sensing his desire to head back to their hotel, gently tapped his arm and motioned toward the fans still waiting.
âYou should go say hello for a bit,â she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rain. âTheyâve probably been waiting all day.â
Lando glanced over at her, a little reluctant but knowing she was right. He nodded in agreement. âYeah, alright.â
They made their way toward the barricade, where the fans eagerly held out their items. Lando let go of Y/Nâs hand for a moment, reaching out to grab a sharpie from a fan to sign a couple of caps. He was focused, signing with a practiced speed when he noticed something, Y/N was no longer under the umbrella.
She was standing off to the side, smiling and chatting with a few fans on her own, completely unbothered by the heavy rain, her hair starting to curl from the moisture.
Landoâs face immediately shifted from casual focus to concern. âHold on a secââ He handed the signed cap back to the fan, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Y/N. âBaby, please, itâs raining. Come here.â
Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she waved him off. âIâm fine!â she called over the noise of the crowd and the rain, her voice warm with affection, though it was clear she didnât mind the water.
âNo, youâre not. Itâs pouring, my love,â Lando sighed dramatically, looking at her like she was stubborn beyond belief. With a quick glance at the fans, who seemed content, he jogged back over to her, the sharpie still clutched in his hand.
As he got closer, Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm getting you under the umbrella, where you belong,â Lando said with a soft smile, holding the umbrella above her head and taking her hand again. He gently pulled her closer, the water dripping from his jacket, though he didnât seem to mind.
Y/N laughed, leaning into him as the rain continued to fall. âI told you Iâm fine. But thanks, though.â
âYouâre stubborn,â Lando teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned down to kiss her temple. âBut Iâm not letting you catch a cold after all this.â
One of the fans whoâd been watching the interaction smiled brightly and shouted out, âYou two are adorable!â
Lando, still holding the umbrella for Y/N, looked up with a grin, giving a quick wave to the fans. âAlright, alright, youâve seen the cute momentânow, letâs get going before she pulls the âIâm fineâ card again.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, squeezing his hand as they made their way toward the car, the rain finally easing up just as they reached the hotel.
The fans, still waiting outside in the drizzle, had a bit more to talk about that night, the sweet little moment between their favourite driver and the person who always seemed to make him smile.
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Stole my girl
It was race day in Australia, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement as the drivers began to make their way in for FP1. Fans crowded near the entrance, eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers, and the media was ready to pounce with their questions. As Lando made his way through the throngs of people, he paused to sign a few autographs and answer a couple of questions. But one fanâs inquiry caught his attention.
"Y/N isnât coming today?" the fan asked, their voice laced with curiosity.
Lando chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âOh, sheâs here, alright. And funnily enough, I know exactly who sheâs with.â
He wasnât wrong. As soon as Lando stepped into McLaren hospitality, the sound of a familiar laugh reached his ears, and he couldnât help but smile. He spotted Y/N sitting with none other than Daniel, chatting animatedly like they hadnât seen each other in years.
âGlad to see you two are having fun,â Lando said with a smirk, walking over to the pair. He stopped just beside Y/N, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting down next to her.
âThey were looking for you, love,â Lando continued, grinning at Y/N. âI told them I knew exactly who you were with, and I was right.â
Daniel grinned playfully at Lando. âMate, I havenât seen her in ages!â
Y/N rolled her eyes and shot Daniel a deadpan look. âWe literally visited two months ago, Daniel.â
Daniel shrugged dramatically. âTwo months is way too long.â He leaned back in his chair with a smirk, clearly enjoying teasing her.
Y/N chuckled before her eyes lit up with excitement, reaching down beside her to grab her tote bag. âOh! Look, Lan!â she gasped, pulling out a hoodie and a shirt. She held them up to show him with a grin. âDaniel got me some Enchante merch!â
Lando raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smirk. âYou barely even wear my merch,â he said, crossing his arms in mock frustration.
Y/N shrugged with a grin. âWhat can I say? His stuffâs just that good.â She winked at Daniel, who gave a dramatic bow in response.
Lando scoffed, shaking his head. âI swear, you two are plotting against me.â He leaned back, letting out a dramatic sigh. âYou are my girlfriend, right?â
Y/N leaned in closer, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. âOf course, I am,â she teased, âbut Iâve got a soft spot for good merch.â
âJust wait until I drop my new line,â Lando said, giving Daniel a sly grin. âThen youâll see whoâs really got the best stuff.â
Daniel rolled his eyes. âSure, Lando, sure.â He grinned at Y/N, adding, âJust saying, you've got high standards to live up too nowâ
Landoâs mind raced as he walked through the paddock, his eyes scanning every corner for any sign of Y/N. He had checked all the usual spots, asked a handful of people if they'd seen her, but she was nowhere to be found. His phone was practically glued to his hand, and after calling her multiple times with no answer, frustration began to settle in.
"She's here."
The voice came from behind him, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around to see a woman, unmistakably a Ferrari employee, flashing him a knowing smile.
"I'm sorry?" Lando asked, his tone more confused than anything.
"I assume you're looking for Y/N?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eye. "I saw her walk in with Charles and Alex. Sheâs inside."
Lando, without hesitation, started following her, eager to find his girlfriend. The woman led him to the other side of Ferrari's hospitality, and sure enough, there she was. Y/N was sitting on the floor with a giant grin on her face, playing with both Leo and Roscoe. The dogs were having the time of their lives as Y/N gently tossed a toy for them to chase, completely unaware of Landoâs arrival.
Charles, who had been standing nearby chatting with Lewis, glanced over at Lando and raised an eyebrow. âGot an AirTag on her or something, mate?â he joked, clearly amused.
Lando sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. He ran a hand through his hair. âIâve been trying to call her for an hour. Iâve literally been walking around like a madman trying to find her.â
Y/N finally looked up at the sound of Landoâs voice, her expression softening as she met his gaze. She flashed him a pout and held up one of the dogs in her arms. âWe need one.â
Lando crouched down beside her, reaching out to pet Roscoe, who was sitting loyally by her side. âNeed what, my love?â he asked, his voice full of affection.
âA dog,â Y/N sighed, her eyes following Leo as he zoomed around the area, chasing after the other dog. âLook at them. How cute would it be to have one with us?â
Lando couldnât help but chuckle softly at the sight of her glowing face. But before he could respond, Lewis, who had been listening from the side, grinned and added, âI can give you a contactâ
Y/Nâs face immediately lit up at the thought. âReally?â she asked, her excitement palpable. But then, her gaze flickered to Landoâs face, and she noticed the slight tension in his features.
Lando shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. âBaby⊠we canât. We both travel so much. It wouldnât be fair to the dog.â
Y/Nâs enthusiasm faltered slightly, and she shot a glance over at Charles and Lewis, who had their dogs lounging nearby without a care in the world. âBut Charles and Lewis seem fine with theirs,â she protested, her voice laced with hope.
Lando simply sighs noding reluctantly knowing he'd already lost "Alright baby, we'll look into it"
"I don't think you're going to lose her mate" Oscar said, chuckling as he walked over to Lando and Y/N
Lando had been holding onto her hand ever since they entered McLaren hospitality, not letting go once
"Oh trust me she's a runner" Lando laughs
Y/N rolls her eyes earning a side eye from Lando "I've already had to grab her from William's 3 times since we arrived at the paddock"
"I was catching up with Lily and Rebecca!" she exclaims earning a laugh from the boys
"What were too boring for you now?" Oscar teases
"Yeah, your Lily isn't here this weekend so you're not much help to me either" Y/N snaps back poking her tongue out at him
"I try to convince myself that she's here for me every now and then" Lando shrugs jokingly
After plenty of banter and laughs, Oscar and Lando were finally ushered into one of the private rooms for a quick meeting, leaving Y/N behind in McLaren hospitality.
Naturally, she took it as the perfect chance to sneak off, back to Williams, much to Landoâs growing frustration.
For the fourth time that day, Lando found himself walking into Williams hospitality, this time greeted by a few chuckles and sympathetic smiles from the staff, who were starting to see him around as much as their own drivers.
Spotting Caco sitting at a table in the corner with a coffee, Lando made a beeline over.
"I'm guessing she's with Lily and Rebecca again?" he asked, already half-defeated. "Mind pointing me in their direction?"
Caco laughed, setting his mug down. "Actually, she's with Carlos this time. Straight ahead, mate."
Lando gave him a tired wave of thanks and headed further into the building. He only made it a few steps before stopping dead in his tracks.
There she was â Y/N, wearing a pair of Apple Vision Pros, standing next to Carlos, who was midâgolf swing with another set on. Alex and Lily lounged on the sofa nearby, watching the chaos unfold, while Rebecca recorded it all on her phone, laughing.
Lando just blinked, almost in disbelief. "Really? Team bonding now?"
At the sound of his voice, Y/N pulled off her headset, flashing him an innocent, wide grin. Carlos, oblivious, continued his virtual golf game with full concentration.
Lando shook his head as he walked over, dropping down onto the sofa beside Alex with a groan. "You're playing VR golf?! You always say no when I ask you to play with me."
Y/N just shrugged, still grinning. "Maybe you need a better sales pitch, babe."
Alex clapped Lando on the back, trying (and failing) to hide his laugh. "Welcome to Williams, mate. We know how to recruit properly."
Lando could only sink deeper into the cushions, watching his girlfriend cheer Carlos on like she was the biggest Williams fan in the world, and knowing full well he was absolutely losing this battle.
On the few race weekends Y/N could attend, she usually spent her downtime in the paddock with the WAGs, Landoâs family, or some of the McLaren team members.
This weekend, however, things had taken an unexpected turn, all thanks to a little controversy that had set social media on fire: rumours of Landoâs future at Mercedes.
And the root of it all?
Photos and videos of Y/N, casually sharing a cup of coffee with Mercedes team principal, Toto Wolff, before Free Practice 1.
It was now Saturday. Qualifying had just wrapped up, and Lando made his way into the media pen, fully expecting the storm that was about to hit.
He and the team had already laughed about the rumors earlier, finding it almost impressive how far people would stretch the truth just for a headline.
And, like clockwork, the questions came flying in.
"Can we expect to see you in a different car next season?"
The same question, for what felt like the fourth time that day.
Lando let out a small laugh, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Like Iâve said, I think for the world record eighth time today â Iâm not going anywhere."
"But the meeting? With Toto Wolff, and your girlfriend?"
The interviewer pressed on, eyebrows raised like they were uncovering some major scandal.
Lando just shrugged, tilting his head a little in disbelief.
"So what?" he said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded. "My girlfriend knows Toto personally. She's good friends with Susie, knows their kids too. It's not all business around here, you know? A lot of us actually form meaningful friendships outside of racing."
He gave the camera a half-smile, hoping that would finally put the fire out.
Not long after, Lando made it back to his driver's room, still a little amused by the chaos he'd just walked out of.
Inside, Y/N was already there, sitting patiently on the small couch, her hands nervously picking at the hem of her sweater.
When she heard him come in, she looked up, giving him a sheepish smile.
"Iâm sorry..." she said softly, guilt written all over her face.
Lando frowned slightly, pulling off his fireproofs and grabbing a clean shirt from his bag.
"For what, my love?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"I saw them... asking you about Mercedes," she said, rubbing her palm across her forehead in frustration.
Lando chuckled, ruffling his hair as he pulled the shirt over his head.
"PR and Zak actually found it hilarious," he said with a grin.
"Not funny, Lan..." Y/N groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. "I think I mightâve caused you a bit of trouble."
He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside her and placing a reassuring hand on her thigh.
"Baby... it's really not that big of a deal," he said, his voice soft. "Itâs their fault for reading too much into it."
Y/N pouted up at him, her big eyes making his heart squeeze in his chest.
"I was just talking to them about their kids," she mumbled.
Lando laughed again, pulling her gently into his chest.
"I know, baby," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "And even if you were plotting to ship me off to Mercedes... Iâd still love you."
Y/N let out a small laugh against his chest, feeling the weight in her stomach finally ease.
"Iâd never send you anywhere," she whispered, smiling.
"Good," Lando said, squeezing her closer. "Because McLarenâs stuck with me... and youâre stuck with me too."
It was finally Landoâs home race at Silverstone, and the energy in the air was electric. The entire weekend had been building up to this moment. The thought of racing at home, in front of his fans and family, gave him a boost of motivation. This wasnât just another race , this was the race.
Lando was on the truck for the driverâs parade, clutching his umbrella to shield himself from the relentless British rain. The crowd's excitement was palpable, but the weather? Not so much.
The interviewer approached, microphone in hand. "Lando! Home race for you today, and pole position too. How confident are you about taking home the win?"
Lando flashed a wide grin, nodding gratefully. "Iâm pretty excited. My whole familyâs here, so thatâs a big bonus. Oscarâs starting right behind me, so hopefully, we can secure an easy 1-2 today. Big points on the line."
The interviewer raised an eyebrow. "But are you worried at all? Max is starting in P3, and weâve got George in the Mercedes not too far behind either."
Lando leaned forward, a serious glint in his eye. "Honestly, Iâm more focused on getting a good start. Hopefully, the weather clears up a bit before the raceâŠ" He trailed off as his eyes flicked to the crowd ahead. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of something. "Uh... sorry, I think I just saw my girlfriend in the stands."
The interviewer followed his gaze. "Sheâs in the grandstand?"
Lando nodded, fully turning his attention to the crowd now. There she was, standing right in the middle of the stairs of his dedicated "Landostand," among his fans, waving and pointing frantically in his direction. As soon as she realized he had spotted her, she raised a banner high. It was a custom banner, with Landoâs helmet design and his initials and number bold and clear for him to see.
Lando let out a soft laugh, grinning. "You're insane, I love you." He blew her a kiss through the camera. "Why are you even out there in the rain, baby? Itâs pouring!" He laughed into the mic. "I donât even know if she can hear me."
The other drivers, who had been watching the interaction, couldnât help but chuckle at the cute moment. Carlos, ever the jokester, waved to Y/N from where he stood on the truck. She immediately waved back with enthusiasm.
Lando laughed, shaking his head. "And... there she goes. Lost her attention already," he said, still scanning the grandstand with a soft smile. "Love you, baby. Get back to the garage before you catch a cold."
Hearing him through her phone stream, Y/N quickly gave him a thumbs up and blew him an exaggerated kiss. Lando grinned, reaching out to theatrically catch it mid-air, then pretended to tuck it safely into his pocket.
"Saving that one for later," he said with a wink, turning back to the camera, still smiling like an idiot.
reader spending the whole weekend at William's garage and Lan having to fetch her every 5 secs since she keeps running off
hahaha hello this is so cute, sorry it took so long to get back to you! i was able to incorporate this into the new fic i just finished working on. Thank you for this idea, hope you like how it turns out <3
