a movie iâve seen before â đđđ
you kiss me in your car / and it feels like the start of a movie iâve seen before.
êź starring: lando norris x indie singer!reader. êź smau + word count: 1.3k. êź includes: romance, angst with a happy ending. profanity, mentions of a car accident. lando yearns :(, references to mcalpine songs. face claim: lizzy mcalpine. êź commentary box: this was inspired by my perpetual amusement over ceilings being in lando's sunshine & tan lines playlist. back to back dedication for @norrisradio and @binisainz, who both love ceilings, lando, and yearning, in no particular order. i adore u both! đŠđČ đŠđđŹđđđ«đ„đąđŹđ
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user1 post malone enjoyer lando seems just about right user2 Life Is A Highway is PEAK. user3 is that... yourusername???????? ‷ user4 LMAO same. Like ? Lando listens to INDIE MUSIC?!
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user1 FAWKKK I WAS TRYNA GATEKEEP U KWEEN user2 Here because of lando!! ‷ user3 Here BEFORE lando. #OG user4 ceilings plaster đđ can you just make it move faster đđ user5 i need everybody to name three other songs if they want #rights
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user1 HELLOOOO??? user2 they got lando doing the ceilings trend omfg user3 Somebody teach this boy how to run. wth. user4 the marketing yourusername must be getting rn is crazyyy user5 Can we get an Oscar version? ‷ user6 PLS ADMIN PLS đđđ ‷ user7 need the entire grid to do this trend actually
NOVEMBER 2023.
BUT IT'S OVER / THEN YOU'RE DRIVING ME HOME / AND IT KINDA COMES OUT / AS I GET UP TO GO.
it rains on your first date.
lando makes a joke about itâsomething about pathetic fallacy, as if the sky itself knew this was going to be the most clichĂ© first date in existence. you roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betray you, tugging upward as you sit beside him in his car. the streetlights flicker, casting gold against the windshield. the world outside is a blur of neon reflections and puddles swallowing headlights whole.
he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, like heâs keeping tempo with a song only he can hear. maybe itâs nerves. maybe itâs habit. either way, you donât say anything about it. youâre too busy memorizing the way his hands moveâtoo busy committing the weight of this moment to memory.
âdid you have a good time?â he asks, voice soft, hesitant, like heâs afraid of the answer.
âno,â you deadpan, just to watch the flicker of panic in his eyes. then you laugh, because his reaction is too good, too easy. âi had a great time.â
he exhales, shaking his head, but thereâs that smile againâthe one that feels like it was meant for you and you alone. the one you already know youâll be chasing after, in stolen glances and half-lit rooms.
outside, the rain doesnât let up. it batters against the roof, slides in rivulets down the glass. neither of you move to leave.
âso, what now?â lando asks, but he says it like he already knows. like heâs just waiting for you to close the space between you.
and you do. slowly, deliberately. like youâre walking a tightrope between hesitation and inevitability. like youâre terrified of falling, but already know the landing will be soft.
his breath is warm, mingling with yours in the in-between. the world shrinks, folds itself neatly into the space of this car, into the inches that disappear when he finally, finally closes the distance.
you kiss him, and it feels like the beginning of something. like the first page of a story you already know by heart. like the opening credits of a film youâll play on repeat.
outside, the rain keeps falling. inside, everything else stopsâ
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user1 omg new yourusername music. it's going to be a good day. user2 SO excited for the EP !! user3 oomf the song is soooo,, who hurt u âčïž user4 Pay for my therapy man user5 wait is this lando's gf?
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user1 lando on film supremacy âïž user2 The polaroid >>>> user3 am i crazy or is the caption from yourusername's new song? ‷ user4 Riiiight đ”âđ« The lyric that's "So I make my bed and sleep in it alone" ‷ user5 can't get over the revelation that lando is an indie enthusiast ‷ user6 In my K-pop fandoms this could only mean one thing... user7 what i'd give to be in lando's bed </3 what who said that
Liked by djotime, clairo, and others yourusername you'd rather die than take your eyes off me. last one before the full ep. glad to have benkessler on this one with me đđČđ„ drive safe, everyone
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user1 Wait A Dang Second user2 ARE Y'ALL SEEING WHAT I'M SEEEEEEING đđđ ‷ user3 I'm not insane. That has to be lando? Right?? user4 Omg, I love Ben! This was such a beautiful song! user5 the way the track ends. geeeez đźâđš user6 lando what are u doin here user7 came running here after the twitter thread ‷ user8 rt!!! feeling like sherlock raynow fr fr
FEBRUARY 2024.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO KISS YOU / I MEAN, I DID, BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT'D GO THIS FAR / I DIDN'T MEAN TO KISS YOU / NOW YOU CAN'T FOCUS ON THE ROAD WHEN I'M IN YOUR CAR.
âeverything stops.
one second, heâs laughing, something careless and cocky slipping past his lips. the next, thereâs a tree where the road used to be, and the world is jerking sideways.
the impact is loud. metal shrieks. the seatbelt locks across his chest like a hand pressing him back into his seat, and the airbagâfuck, it goes off too late, because his head snaps forward before heâs forced back again. itâs not hard enough to hurt. not really. but enough that he knows heâs going to feel it tomorrow.
his pulse hammers in his ears, and for a second, all he can do is breathe. inhale, exhale, blink, exist.
thenâ
âlando.â
he turns. youâre there, wide-eyed, hands gripping the dashboard like you could hold the car together through sheer force of will. but youâre whole. youâre okay.
his hands shake. adrenaline or fear or something bigger, something nameless. he drags them through his hair, then presses them against the steering wheel like he can steady himself through contact alone.
âfuck,â he exhales. itâs almost a laugh, but the edge is too sharp. âfuck.â
âare youââ your voice catches, and he hates that he put that there, that crack in your composure. âare you okay?â
lando nods too fast. too many times. âyeah. yeah, iââ he laughs, because what else can he do? âwell. thatâs, uh. thatâs one way to end a date.â
you donât laugh. your hands unclench from the dashboard, flex and tighten into fists against your thighs. when you look at him, itâs not with relief. itâs not even anger. itâs something heavier, something that makes his chest feel like itâs caving in.
âi told you to keep your eyes on the road.â
he swallows. his mouth is dry. he thinks about deflecting. thinks about turning this into a joke, another stupid anecdote, another story to be told with a grin and a shrug.
but he canât. not with the way youâre looking at him.
âi know.â
silence presses in around you both, thick and unbearable.
lando doesnât know how to say it. that the car wasnât the only thing out of control. that heâd felt it, this thing between you, humming electric under his skin, pulling his attention like gravity. that maybeâmaybeâsome reckless, ugly part of him hadnât wanted to look away. because he knew the moment he did, this would all slip through his fingers. the moment would end. youâd get out of the car, out of his reach, and he wouldnât know how to pull you back.
so he hadnât looked away.
and now, here you both are, headlights flickering against wet leaves, the smell of burnt rubber clinging to the air.
âiâm sorry, love,â he practically whimpers. like heâs a kid whoâs afraid. and maybe he is, maybe he is. a kid. afraid. sorry. all that.
you exhale, slow and shaky. then you reach for his hand.
not to pull away. not to let go.
just to holdâ
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user1 b&w lando is something i didn't know i needed until i got it user2 Where's that one Twitter conspiracist?? Because that caption is literally a lyric from 'doomsday' đ§ ‷ user3 FUCK URE RIGHT ‷ user4 we're basically watching yourusername x lando communicate through ig captions. insane. user5 LN is either a huuuge yourusername fan... or her bf. LOL ‷ user6 Lando is going thru it and you're LOL-ing user7 'doomsday' having the line "i would've married you / if you'd have stuck around",, moots they are exes đ user8 Who took these pics? Lovee the third one user9 te amo lando oscarpiastri insane mating call ‷ user10 HELP WHAT DOES HE MEAN ‷ user11 oscar confirming that this broody ass post is a mating call ‷ user12 They're in love, your honor!! đ§Ą
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user1 The shades + white shirt combo is lethal. user2 girlie having a lando shirt is SOOO #me user3 hear me out: i know he's here ahead of the gp, but you know who else is in japan ? ‷ user4 YUPPP!!! đââïž â€· user5 yourusername JPN stop at suntory hall ... ‷ user6 Omg i saw op's post, these pics were taken in Minato. What's in Minato? Suntory Hall. Who's performing there tonight? You fucking guessed it.
APRIL 2025.
IT'S ALWAYS ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE / BUT I STOP MYSELF FROM SAYIN' IT / TELL MYSELF IT'S NOT THE RIGHT TIME OR SOMETHING DUMB.
âjust to hold. just to hold on to something, even when you shouldnât.
lando has always been good at that. gripping too tight, hoping too much, holding on long past the point of reason. you told him onceâgently, painfullyâthat love shouldnât be like that. shouldnât be desperate or clinging or stubborn in the face of an inevitable ending.
but then, inevitably, youâre here. in his car, again.
rain spatters against the windshield. the city glows beyond the glass, blurred and buzzing. neither of you speak. maybe if you donât, it wonât count as something real. maybe if you donât, you can pretend this is just another night, another drive, another moment before the fall.
landoâs fingers drum against the steering wheel. he hasnât started the car. hasnât moved, except for the twitch of his hand, the flick of his gaze towards you. âtell me this is a bad idea,â he says.
âitâs a bad idea,â you say, but it doesnât sound convincing. not when heâs looking at you like that. not when the space between you is charged and crackling, like something waiting to ignite.
he exhales a laugh. âliar.â
you donât argue. donât say anything at all. because heâs right. because if you were really sure this was a mistake, you wouldnât be here. wouldnât be watching the way his hands grip the wheel, the way his jaw clenches like heâs bracing for impact. like he already knows how this ends and heâs still willing to crash into it for the chance to hold on.
âsay it,â he says, quieter now. âtell me to let go.â
it would be easy. you could say it and mean it and walk away. but then lando shifts, turns fully toward you, and suddenly itâs too late. suddenly, itâs just like before. your breath catches, your heart stumbles, and his eyesâgod, his eyesâ
âi canât,â you whisper.
and just like that, heâs kissing you. your lips press together in the space between regret and hope, between the past and whatever comes next.
just like that, youâre back where you started.
maybe you should know better. maybe he should, too.
but for nowâ
lando sighs into the kiss like heâs been holding his breath since the day you walked away. his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing soft, tentative. like heâs making sure youâre real.
like heâs afraid you might disappear again.
when you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours. he doesnât open his eyes. neither do you.
âi donât want to do this if weâre just going toââ you pause, press your lips together, inhale. âif weâre going to crash again.â
âi know.â
âwe have to be careful this time.â
lando nods, his hand still cradling your face, his thumb still movingâslow, steady, certain.
âwe will be,â he says, he promises, and you believe him.
you want to. you have to.
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user1 got progressively more insane as i kept swiping user2 WE ARE SO BACK (?????) ‷ user3 WHATEVER IT IS WE ARE SO HERE!!! đ user4 Congrats or sorry for whatever happened but I Need that Snoopy... user5 f1ndie is actually my fever dream. thank you for your service. user6 So can we safely assume all of the songs in 'five seconds flat' are for Lando? đ„č lando how reckless of you â€ïž Liked by creator
