Okay so it’s come to my attention through numerous people, anons and dms that @vivwritesfics is requesting evidence of my “encounters”.
It’s obvious what she’s doing - stirring up hate.
After sending me death threats, sending me rape threats and creating issues purposefully in the F1 community, Viv has continued to make more and more of them.
From restarting unnecessary arguments that ended months ago, to publicly create more hate.
If sending rape and death threats from your side blog wasn’t enough, what do you want me to do? Go through with the death threats?
Im sorry, Viv, but I’ve stated on numerous occasions that I have hurt myself and will continue to because that’s how I am mentally, and you, showing no regard, and going as far as to send me even more threats, solidifies that.
Funnily enough, they all stopped when I blocked your second account.
In no way am I painting myself innocent, but this is genuinely Tumblr for goodness sake, I’ve never known anyone to be this pressed over an app which people share fanfiction on.
Ive considered it numerous times, ending it all, I really have, and you’re just making it worse.
It’s repetitive, disgusting behaviours, and that of a bully.
Again, I am not innocent either, I am grown and mature enough to leave things where they are, yet you continue begging for “evidence” or whatever you call it.
You’re a sick person, knowing you’re, and yes this sounds extreme but it’s how I feel, killing a person.
Please grow up or leave this platform, your behaviour is sickening and horrid. And no, I won’t leave, I never will until I choose the time is right for me, stop bullying people.
Keep My Wife’s Name Out Of Your Dirty Mouth, You Rat
: Part 4 (Charles' Version)
: 2nd Semester has started, which means Y/n is officially gonna finish her first year soon. The only thing left to do is ace her final project! Simple right?
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: Author’s note - THE UNI SERIES IS BACK 🥳!!! A slight time skip though. This would’ve happened maybe a chapter later, but since I’m posting after so long, I think it’s fine. We’ll get to the juicy part sooner 🤭
Right, so, kicking off the last week of November:
1) University applications for masters are opening on 1.12
2) I need to finish 2 courses before 5.12
3) I am so behind on my thesis work it's not even funny and I need a working demo before Wednesday
4) Commission works being worked on every second I'm not doing school work
...I know the beans have been a bit few and far between but I genuinely don't have a second to breathe right now. Just need to survive for like. 2 weeks and I'll be slightly less stressed out of my mind😬👍🏻
Hoping to be back soon! I miss just doodling, maybe I'll have a free evening soon...
-R
being a teenage girl between 2010 and 2015 must have been the shit. lana del rey dropped born to tie and ultraviolence. the arctic monkeys dropped am. justin bieber. one direction. u had tumblr and weheartit. u post a black and white pic of a cigarette and u get like 20k notes. pretty little liars, vampire diaries and glee were all on tv. twilight was still really popular. all around it must have been fun
a/n: please read with care. You are loved baby, reach for help if needed, you are not a burden. Even cracked walls let the sunlight in. You’re not broken, just healing. 💙
I DID, IN FACT, CRY LIKE A BABY W THIS ONE
🔊 listening to: Heavy - the Marias
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You were supposed to be happy.
That’s what everyone said. Married, stable, in love, expecting a baby.
Lando and you were the dream couple on social media. Everything looked perfect from the outside.
But “perfect” ended the afternoon you collapsed in the kitchen.
One second you were standing, thinking about dinner.
The next, you were on the floor, dizzy, terrified, bleeding through your clothes.
The ambulance lights, the cold bed, Lando’s voice shaking every time he said your name—everything blurred together.
And then the doctor said it.
“I'm sorry Mrs Norris, you had a spontaneous miscarriage.”
You felt yourself disconnect from your own body as Lando grabbed your hand, panicked and crying but trying so hard to stay calm for you.
He didn’t blame you. Not for a second.
But you blamed yourself more than you could ever admit.
The pregnancy had been public, everyone knew, everyone had celebrated.
Your families cried happy tears.
Your friends jumped and hugged you both knowing the loved you both shared for kids.
Strangers online called you “mama” before you had even decided how you felt about the whole thing.
Losing the baby felt like losing everything in front of millions of eyes.
Therapy helped—sometimes. That’s what you liked to tell yourself. Maybe if you kept saying it out loud, it would start to feel true.
Other days, you couldn’t even drag yourself out of bed.
You followed Lando to the races because he had to work anyway (when bad things happen, time stops only for you—everyone else keeps eating, sleeping, breathing) and being alone at home felt dangerous.
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Monaco was supposed to be a distraction.
It wasn’t.
Lando had a team dinner that night. He didn’t want to go, but you told him to.
He needed to be with his team; he needed a break, he had lost the baby too, your baby, the one you were supposed to raise together.
“I’ll be fine,” you said.
And you meant it when you said it.
But as soon as the door closed, you felt yourself unravel.
The hotel room was too quiet.
His shoes by the door.
His hoodie on a chair.
The ultrasound picture still tucked inside his wallet—he carried it everywhere.
Your chest tightened.
Your throat burned.
You couldn’t get a full breath in.
You went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but your hands betrayed you. The glass slipped, crashing to the floor in a million tiny pieces. You just stood there, staring at the shards, heart thumping.
You ended up in the bathroom, not entirely sure how you got there.
You ran the bath.
You didn’t think about dying. You didn’t decide anything.
You were just tired, and therapy felt like a waste of time. Exhausted from carrying pain that didn’t give you one minute of peace.
You stepped into the bathtub. It was warm.
First, you dipped your feet in, then your legs. The Lando shirt you wore as pajamas was too long, soaking up the water as it clung to you. You sank into the full bathtub, the water still running, spilling over the tiles. For a moment, you just stared at your fingers, then tilted your head back, eyes on the ceiling, feeling the water trace every inch of your skin.
The thought came again, like it always did since that day. What would the baby have been like? A boy or a girl? You had wanted a boy, imagined him running alongside Lando, speeding in the garden in a makeshift go-kart like his. The thought made your chest ache, heavy and hollow.
Your eyes burned, tears came.
I just want the pain to stop.
I just want to see my baby.
Just for a second.
You plunged your head under without thinking, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling through the water. Your lungs burned as you held your breath, and when you finally let go, bubbles tore through the quiet of the house.
You wondered what people in Monaco might be doing right now. Some sleeping, some having dinner, some lost in their studies. And then your mind, as always, found its way back to Lando—how his soft curls framed his face, how he smiled, the way he always looked at you.
Lando.
You didn’t think about consequences.
You didn’t think about Lando coming back.
You just let go.
The world went quiet.
Your breathing slowed.
Everything faded into a numb, heavy nothing.
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Lando came back earlier than expected.
He had dessert in his hand—your favorite.
He wanted to surprise you.
“Love? I’m back!”
Nothing.
His expression tightened immediately.
“Love?”
Then, through all the silence, he heard the sound of running water. He thought you must be in the shower, so he made his way to the bedroom where the bathroom was.
He went to drop off his sweatshirt when his sneakers splashed. He looked down—only to find the floor wet. Quickly, he raised his eyes to the bathroom, where the door was slightly ajar.
“Baby… are you okay?”
He asked, getting no answer. Lando peeked through the half-open door.
“Love?”
His voice cracked.
He shoved the door open—and froze.
You were underwater.
His body reacted before his brain did.
“NO—no, no—baby, please—please—”
He reached into the tub and dragged you out, water splashing violently over both of you.
Your body fell against the cold tiles—heavy, unresponsive.
“Baby, look at me! Love!” Lando shook you hard, panic rising as he saw you didn’t respond. Your lips were purple, and you felt cold to the touch.
His hands shook uncontrollably as he started CPR on the cold bathroom floor.
He counted out loud because he couldn’t think straight.
He breathed for you.
He pressed your chest harder than he meant to because he was terrified of losing you.
But he didn't want to hurt you, he didn't know what he was doing so he took his phone out and called for an ambulance.
“Come on—come on—come on—please—”
Minutes later paramedics rushed to the bathroom, it was too crouded. They made Lando step away from you so they could work, he still wouldn’t let go of you.
He could only see you, with his favourite shirt, pale and wet.
Paramedics continued with the CPR alternating with some shots of what Lando guess it was adrenaline.
And then—
You gasped.
Coughed violently.
Your lungs burned.
Your eyes opened.
“Lando?” you whispered softly.
He broke. Completely.
He pulled you into his arms, crying so hard he was almost choking on it.
“Don’t do that to me—please—please—don’t ever—”
You were shaking too hard to answer.
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The hospital felt cold. You were so ashamed, if anyone found out you were done for.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
It was the only sentence you could form.
“Don’t,” Lando said instantly, grabbing your hand like he feared you’d disappear. His wet clothes were a reminder of what had happened hours ago.
“Don’t apologise for hurting. Don’t apologise for something you didn’t choose.”
Your eyes filled with tears.
“I didn’t want to die,” you said, voice cracking. “I just… wanted the pain to stop.”
Lando nodded, breathing hard like he was fighting tears again.
“I know. But I can’t lose you. I already lost one of you. I can’t—”
He stopped talking, swallowing, eyes full of love and exhaustion.
“Next time it gets that bad, you tell me. You call me. You scream my name. I don’t care if I’m racing or asleep or in another country—I’ll be there.”
“I didn’t want to be a burden, I didn't want to be heavy” you whispered.
“You’re not heavy baby, you're my wife” he said instantly, fiercely. “You’re the person I love.”
Incredible race!
Big big congratulations to Adrian on that maiden win! Super!!🎉🫶🏻
Was so lucky to attend with my friend and her family❤️
Never even dreamed I could see it all live, never mind a season finisher. Brilliant show today!
(Removed audio for extremely fried screaming😇)
warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, swearing, insecurities, self-doubt, body insecurities
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
summary: having her first dinner with lando’s parents doesn’t seem quite as stressful until she’s there, in the moment.
The dress she had chosen was perfect. The necklace she had chosen was perfect. The way she had done her hair was perfect.
Yet somehow, as Y/n stood in front of the mirror, it felt as if something was wrong. And it felt like the thing that was wrong was her.
She didn’t feel like herself, the dress fitted all wrong and she felt…awkward.
“Baby, you done yet?”
Lando’s voice snapped her from her thoughts, unknowing to her feelings, speaking from the other side of the door.
“Uh, yeah,” she cleared her throat, stepping back as she grabbed her purse, sending one last glance into the mirror.
Y/n turned her head as the door opened, Lando peaking in.
As always, he looked great.
His shirt was unbuttoned along his chest, a necklace hanging along his collarbone. There was something so…effortless about the way he carried himself.
Something she felt she didn’t quite have.
“You look gorgeous,” the man mused, his eyes travelling down to take in the sight of his girlfriend.
Y/n smiled back, hanging her purse on her shoulders.
Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. It felt like a lie. Maybe…maybe he was staring at her because he was trying to imagine what his dream girlfriend would look like.
Because she refused to believe he saw anything in her.
“Coming? Or you just gonna stare?” Lando teased, a smirk spreading across his fine featured as she nodded, trying her best to swallow the uncertainty in her throat.
This was a big day, she was going to have dinner with his parents.
Y/n refused to ruin it for him. Even it meant pretending she was okay.
“Baby, you sure you good?” Lando watching as her hand slid into his, an unfamiliar shakiness to it.
“I’m fine,” she muttered, the reassurance not quite meeting her eyes, “we should go now. We’re gonna be late,”
Lando hummed, a frown creasing across his brow as he followed her down the stairs.
His eyes remained on her the whole time as she walked to the car, sliding into the passenger seat, smoothing down her hair.
She’d touched up her hair and dress multiple times before they even left, he noted.
“Baby, y’know if there’s anything on your mind, you can tell me,” he said, eyes in front of him as the car rumbled to life. His hand slid onto her thigh naturally, as he always did.
It was like second nature to him.
“I know,” Y/n muttered, bouncing her leg slightly, his hand sliding off as he frowned to himself.
She’d never, ever done that before.
Not even when she was mad at him. But he didn’t push further, letting his hand naturally move back to the wheel.
The drive was silent, the radio filling the quiet. Y/n didn’t look to him, she didn’t speak, she just stared out the window, her hands occasionally moving down to fix the imaginary crease on her dress.
Lando swallowed as they found the restaurant, glowing a warm, inviting yellow as he pulled into the car park.
He looked over to Y/n.
It was like she hadn’t even realised they’d arrived, lost in her own thoughts.
She wasn’t stupid, of course she wasn’t.
She knew that his parents were probably expecting some perfect, gorgeous supermodel, like the women Lando had been with before.
It didn’t feel right, being next to him. He was out of her league.
“Baby,” Lando reached out, his hand moving to cup her cheek, as he always did when she was nervous, “we’re here,”
His hand paused halfway through as she flinched, her lashes fluttering.
“Okay,” he sighed, “let’s go,”
Her arms immediately came to hug round herself, almost like she was hiding as she walked, not beside, but behind Lando.
The restaurant felt loud, uncomfortably loud, as Y/n stepped inside, her eyes flitting round.
“Y/n, you look gorgeous,” her head snapped forwards at the voice in front to her. Lando’s mother.
She had a kind face and a kind smile, yet the anxiety inside of her couldn’t help but mentally deny the compliment.
“Thank you,” the girl whispered, her voice quiet.
Y/n could just about manage a tight smile, her throat closing in.
She almost jumped at the feeling of Lando’s hand gently coming to her lower back, leading her to her seat.
His eyes lingered on her a second too long, tucking her chair in and letting his hands hover just around her waist before moving to his own chair.
Y/n loved that he was observant. But now, she dreaded it.
“So, you two have been together for 6 months now?” his father commented, a kind smile on his face as he looked between Lando and Y/n.
Her eyes widened as Lando picked up the menu, keeping silent.
“Yes- 6 months now,” she muttered, her voice hurried and unsure, her hands fiddling on her laps.
It wasn’t even an attack, yet she felt so…well, attacked.
His mother gave a hum, nodding softly. A hum of approval? Annoyance? Disapproval?
Y/n couldn’t help the thoughts jumping to her mind.
“I’m gonna- I just need to fix up my make up,” she muttered, her voice sounding foreign on her lips as she stood up, her chair scratching on the floor.
She wasn’t even sure if her words had been words, they simply felt like sounds, all mushed together, senseless and meaningless.
Y/n didn’t turn back to check if anyone had acknowledged her.
She prayed to god no one did.
Her hands wrapped round her waist, clutching at her own body, half to check if she was real, and half covering herself.
Of shame? Embarrassment? All of it.
Her hand wrapped round the elegant knob of the bathroom, fumbling with it, twisting and pulling til it opened.
She stumbled inside, and just stared.
At herself. The dress she’d been so excited to wear, the style of her hair she’d spent ages researching and saving images of. But she was a mess. She felt like a mess.
Y/n didn’t even realise she was crying, the tears welling in her eyes, lip trembling.
Her grip on the sink wavered, her knees buckling, it felt like her body was going to give way.
Her head was pounding so loud it reached her ears, her gut twisting painfully, her legs shaking with the weight of her own body.
It felt like she was falling.
That was, until, she felt two hands on her waist, the one thing holding her up, preventing her from dropping to her knees.
Lando.
His grip was firm, pulling her out of her own spiralling mind, her back against his stomach as she hiccuped.
And for a moment, he said nothing,
He just pulled her up against him, watching her let it out in sobs, hiccups, sniffles, her hands shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Finally, he spoke.
“Oh baby,” Lando whispered, his voice breaking - just like his heart, at the sight of the woman he loved in the state she was in.
Another sob tore from her throat.
“I knew there was something wrong,” he muttered, lips next to her ear as she cried, holding onto him like a life line, “you didn’t have to act around me, sweetheart,”
His nose was buried in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.
He hated it. He hated seeing his girl like this.
“Talk to me, baby,” he mumbled, watching her through the bathroom mirror in front of him, his thumb ghosting over her face to wipe the tears from her face.
“I-I feel l-like…” Y/n hiccuped, the words breaking on her lips.
Lando blinked, his expression soft, encouraging her to continue.
“Yeah, thats it,” he rocked her gently from side to side, his embrace grounding her, “tell me, baby. Tell me what’s on that pretty mine of yours,”
“I feel l-like I’m not good e-enough,”
Fuck.
That was the one thing he didn’t want to hear.
“Whats got you thinking like that, hm?” he almost cooed in her ears, still swaying her gently as she hiccuped and sniffled the last of her tears.
“All your e-exes, they w-were pretty and m-models and I’m just…I’m just me,”
Lando sighed, his thumb brushing against her lip as he cradled her softly, like she was a doll he didn’t want to break.
“Exactly, baby. You’re you. That’s why I’m dating you, that’s why I love you. Because you’re unapologetically yourself,” he hummed.
“But-,”
“There’s no but’s, baby,” Lando chided her, squeezing her waist, “you’re the girl I love. Not anyone else, baby, I fell in love with you,”
“I don’t want you to compare yourself to my exes, love,” Lando continued, silently watching the comprehension settle on her features, “and besides, there’s a reason they’re exes, yeah baby?”
Y/n sighed, a small smile coming to her face.
That was the best thing Lando had seen all night.
“I’m being dumb…” she muttered, sniffing as Lando tutted, squeezing her softly in his arms.
“You’re not being dumb, it’s called being human,” he corrected, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, “now c’mere, let’s get this all fixed,”
She laughed softly, wiping her nose as he lifted her onto the edge of the sink, gently running a wet wipe under her eyes, cleaning up the smudges of her makeup.
“So gorgeous…” Lando muttered under his breath, watching her cheeks flush pink, a prettier shade than any blush she could ever wear.
“Stop,” Y/n mumbled under her breath, embarrassment seeping into her tone.
“Stop what, hm? I’m just being honest,” he shrugged, watching her face light up.
“Nuh-uh, you’re just sayin’ that,”
“Hey,” Lando stopped, his hand hovering over her cheek, “I don’t wanna hear you talking down on yourself, y’hear me?” his warm hands gently cupped her cheeks, tilted her head up.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and I need you to know that, okay?”
As much as Y/n wanted to force herself to believe he was just saying that to make her feel better, there was such…genuine adoration in his voice, she was sure no man could fake it.
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he smiled, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Now c’mon, I ordered all your favourites,” he helped her down From the counter, wrapping his arm round her waist.
summary: carlos didn’t get to introduce y/n to ferrari when he first joined (they hadn’t been dating), but now, he can finally introduce her as his.
Y/n had barely stepped into the Williams Headquarters in Grove when she felt like she could just melt into the floor.
Everything around her was loud, team members idly chatting as they worked, holding steaming cups of coffee, tools she didn’t recognise.
She could only wish she had that confidence.
And beside the girl, her boyfriend, Carlos.
He’d already slipped into his new role with ease, the red long gone and now replaced with the deep shade of blue that was his polo, one hand in his pocket, the other laced tightly with hers.
“You okay, carino?” he leaned down slightly, his voice lower than usual.
“Just nervous,” Y/n muttered, taking her lower lip between her teeth as she often did when she was anxious, chewing softly on it.
“You don’t have to say much,” he shrugged, “not with me, I’ll do the talking. You just stand and look pretty,”
“You always say that,” the girl blushed, a tinge of red filling her cheeks as Carlos smiled, his thumb brushing across her knuckles reassuringly.
“Because its true,”
She could feel the eyes on her already, the big, new driver signing with Williams and then his girlfriend, just there. Doing nothing.
It was judgemental, but it was attention nevertheless, and Y/n did t know what to do with it.
The man beside her smiled as he walked to a few mechanics, his group probably, holding Y/n close to him as he approached.
“Carlos,” he extended his free hand, “and this is Y/n. My girlfriend,”
Instantly, she felt her cheeks heat up.
“Hi,” she muttered back, her gaze almost on the floor, “it’s very nice to meet you all,”
Some people smiled back, some of the older mechanics just gave curt nods. One of the media girls whispered a, ‘aw, she’s so pretty’.
The pair stayed like at - hand in hand - as they slowly went round and met everyone, a few conversations sparking which Y/n had to awkwardly stand beside, but nothing too bad.
Finally, they managed to catch a break, finding a sofa in a separate room, Y/n instantly making sure to sit as close to Carlos as possible.
“You’re doing great,” Carlos whispered, leaning closer to her.
“But I’m just standing here?”
“Exactly,” Carlos shrugged, a teasing smile coming to the corners of his mouth, “and you look stunning doing it,”
In the sea of unfamiliar faces, Carlos’ hand in hers had kept her grounded for it, like he knew she needed the reassurance that she was doing well.
He always did that for her, just her hand in his making all the nerves melt away.
They were still on the sofa, one of Carlos’ arms draped lazily behind her head, toying with strand of her hair, when the door opened, a man walking to the little fridge and picking up a bottle of water.
Y/n blinked as the man caught sight of them, his eyebrows raised, hair messy like he’d just woken up.
“Oh,” Alex cocked his head at the man beside Y/n like an annoying brother, “so this is why you’ve been all smiley?”
“This is Y/n,”
“Did not know you could pull, mate,” he pointed the bottle at Carlos, “this is shocking information,”
“Nice to meet you,” she awkwardly shook his hand.
“Shes shy,” Carlos spoke, half protective and half proud of the girl beside him.
“Yeah no kidding,” Alex chuckled as Y/n looked back down at her hands, “didn’t know you’d go for someone this sweet,”
“I only go for the best,”
The girl practically felt herself melt into the seat.
“Ugh, disgusting,” Alex whistled in mock horror, spinning the bottle in his hand, “I’m gonna leave before you both go all soft on each other in front of me,”
“Jealous?” Carlos laughed.
“Im concerned,” he corrected, “who will argue with me on media day if not my own teammate?”
“You,” the Spaniard spoke flatly, “will argue with the wall,”
“You’ll fit in great,” Alex winked at Y/n as she smiled, “you can meet my girlfriend soon too,”
And then, the other funny blue man was gone.
The girl blinked up at her boyfriend, a dusting of light pink across her cheeks.
“People…know about me?”
“Of course,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair, “I always talk about you,”
“Really? What d’you say?”
“That when I’m with you, everything slows down,”
And right then, she swore to herself, in the middle of the break room, in the middle of a random sofa, curled up together - that she would stay with him forever.
can u make a fic where low-key high-key he has a girlfriend who’s obsessed with mangoes and she’s pregnant and he gets her a basket with mango themed shit coz yk how people do like babies are the size of “this fruit/veg” but make it mangoes coz yes why not thanks broski 🥶
MANGO NECTAR
warnings: none! :)
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
The air was warm, a faint, almost undetectable breeze drifting through the bedroom, mixed with the sound of soft breathing, and the light tinkling of Y/n - Lando’s wife - in the bathroom.
He was lying in bed, the duvet draped lazily over his legs and stomach, his phone propped in one hand, the other slung behind his head.
“Babe, you done yet?” he called, dragging his eyes from his phone screen for just a second, his finger hovering over it.
“Just a sec,” she called back, placing her night cream back into the cupboard, and shutting it with a soft‘click’.
Lando’s favourite time of day with his wife was night time, not for the obvious (and dirty) reason, but the comfort of it.
The way her voice went all soft and dreamy, snuggled in her little night gowns with their wispy lace and whatnot.
He loved it. He loved her.
Lando hummed in response, moving his eyes from the soft yellow glow of the bathroom door, and back to his phone.
A sigh fell from his lips, not for any particular reason, sliding his finger up the screen.
‘Top ten reasons why you should buy-‘
He had enough things already.
‘The top 3 best McLarens to invest in-‘
He probably had them already.
‘Why Lando Norris will never be a Formula One WDC-‘
Rude?
Lando rolled his eyes, dragging his finger across his screen once more, like an automatic switch.
‘My girlfriend is pregnant and-‘
Wait. He wasn’t 100% sure what made him not scroll, watching on as a man came onto screen, a woven basket with an assortment of perfumes, body scrubs, sweets and foods laid neatly inside.
“At her current stage, her baby would be the size of an avocado,” the man in the video held up a real avocado, “and here’s what I’m doing for her,”
He had to do it.
Signing, he turned off his phone and placed it on the bedside table, before he rolled back onto his back, staring at the ceiling,
Tomorrow, his plan would begin.
“Hi baby,”
Y/n’s voice pulled him from his thoughts as she walked out of the bathroom, the faint yellow light almost giving her a goddess-like glow.
Her hair was wet, droplets splayed across his bare arms and shoulders, the rest of her body wrapped enticingly beneath her towel.
Still, beneath the fluffy material, the faint bump was present, if you looked close enough.
Lando thought it made Y/n look like the most beautiful girl in the world. He was right.
His eyes followed the girl as she moved to her vanity, picking up her hair brush from the side, rakingg it through her hair softly.
Lando sat up, resting his chin on his hand as he stared, watching how graceful she looked, like a renaissance painting, right there.
Her eyes found Lando’e in the mirror, a faint brush creeping up to the apples of her cheeks, her teeth coming to sink into the cushion of her lower lip.
He smiled back, moving the duvet off of his legs as he stood up, walking silently to her chair.
No words were spoken as he laced his fingers with hers, taking the brush from her grasp, and leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek.
Y/n’s lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, the feeling of his fingers running through her hair, brushing softly.
It felt like bliss.
And tomorrow, Lando’s plan would begin.
He woke up before Y/n, turning his head silently to look at her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the baby bump hidden beneath one of his old t-shirts.
Gorgeous.
He was careful not to wake her as he slipped out of bed, running his hands through his messy morning hair, and scribbling across a note.
Had to pop out to grab some snacks, back later! Love you, gorgeous xxx
It was vague, but not too vague, and he really was going to the store anyways.
He shut the front door as quietly as he could, sliding into the front seat of his car, a hoodie thrown over his body with some joggers.
He had the hood pulled up too, the last thing he wanted was to attract attention.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he slowed at a red light, eyes scanning the round. This was oddly….exciting.
“Ah- fuck,” he muttered, realising he’d forgotten one key thing - what fruit/vegetable size the baby was.
Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, he took out his phone, eyes flickering to the lights every few minutes as he typed into the search bar.
19 weeks pregnant - a mango.
Lando smiled, sliding the device back into his pocket - that was a coincidence.
Y/n loved mangoes, she always raved on about mango smoothies, mango fruit bowls, mango this, mango that, and this was Lando’s perfect chance.
He walked into the store, a basket in his hand, gaze low as he walked past some old ladies, no clear plan in his mind.
“Face masks,” he muttered to himself, walking to the self-care aisle, looking through the various flavours.
Avocado, blueberry, mixed berries, pineapple, aloe vera, ginger- wait, that was a thing?
Lando put the little packet down, mentally scolding himself for getting distracted, before his gaze finally landed on it - the little yellow packet. Bingo.
How many would she need, though?
“Fuck it,” he muttered, grabbing four and thrusting it into his basket.
His eyes scanned the countless aisles as he walked down, grabbing a big woven basket to place all his goodies in, that would be helpful.
Lip balm - mango flavoured.
Face masks - mango flavoured.
Gum - mango flavoured.
Candies - mango flavoured.
He had an assortment of things, ranging from candles, to jewellery even, all the same, gorgeous orangey-yellow shade that mangoes were.
Finally, he carried the now very heavy basket to the counter, placing it on the side as the lady took it from him, scanning the first item.
“I’m guessing your girlfriend likes mangoes,” the woman chuckled, staring at the assortment of various beauty products, they certainly weren’t for him.
Lando chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Wife,” he corrected as the woman raised her brows, a smile on her face, “and yeah, she’s pregnant. Just getting…some stuff together for her,”
“Well,” the woman smiled, “you’re a good one for doing all this for her,” she waved at the items, bagging it all up for him as he nodded.
Lando didn’t know her, yet the compliment felt…oddly personal.
With a final nod, he took the bags, one in each hand, and walked back towards his car, placing them neatly in the boot.
He slipped his phone from his pocket as he walked to the drivers side, peering at the time. 11:36am. Y/n would be awake by now.
That, and he had a message from her too, reading: hi baby, got your message! be back soon, love youuuuu x
Lando smiled to himself, replying with a red heart, stuffing his phone back into his pocket - every word from Y/n was like a constant reminder of why he’d married her.
The drive back home was calming, yet nervous.
Getting his ‘loot’ past Y/n’s eagle eyes would be hard, but he had to do it.
The car rolled into the driveway, the gravel crunching underneath the tyres as he pulls to a stop, turning the engine off.
Without a word, Lando exited the car, taking the house keys out, and turning them into the lock, grabbing the two bags.
And, as predicted, Y/n was on the scene immediately.
“Hi baby,” he wrapped his arms round her, purposefully slinging the bags round her bag as he kissed her, a chaste kiss, gently pressing against her lips.
She hummed into the kiss, pulling away and resting her head onto his chest, his heart softly thumping beneath her ear.
“What’d you get?” she mumbled as Lando transferred the bags to one hand, using the other to brush her hair softly from her face.
“Snacks,” he mumbled, walking her backwards to the kitchen, keeping her gaze on him as he nudged the two bags behind the counter, and producing two packets of Kinder bars.
They were his diversion to keep her from seeing what he’d actually gone out to bought, unwrapping one of the bars.
“Got a date with some of the girls,” Y/n broke off a square of the chocolate, placing it onto her tongue with a content sigh.
“Yeah? Leavin’ me just when I came back,” he clutched his chest in mock hurt, though mentally, he was over the moon.
He had time to sort everything out, and make sure he had the basket ready for when she came back.
Perfect.
“Haven’t seen them for ages,” Y/n said, adjusting the old t-shirt she was still in as Lando sighed - again, fake.
“If you must,” he teased, handing her the last square and chucking the rest of the bars into the snack cupboard.
“Quit annoying me!” Y/n giggled, looking at Lando through the mirror her vanity.
He’d been pulling faces at her through the reflection as she did her make-up, her thick brush poised on her cheekbones, dusted in a light coating of pink powder.
“I’m not,” he gave her a wicked grin, idly playing with the bed sheets beside his legs, twisting and tugging gently.
The girl rolled her eyes, going back to fixing her make up, one hand running through her hair as she stared at herself, giving the full look a once over.
“How do I look?” she asked anxiously, turning to face her husband, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring.
“You look gorgeous baby,” Lando stood up, taking her in from where he stood.
She looked like a damn queen.
The dress she wore looked amazing, complimenting all her features whilst also keeping a summer-y type of look.
The dress was long, to her knees, with straps on her shoulder, a little ribbon on the back of her head to compliment it.
“So gorgeous…” he moved to stand behind her, his hands coming to her hair, gently guiding it all over one shoulder so he could press a kiss to her shoulder.
His hands were on her bare skin, moving the strap of her dress lower down her shoulder, lips trailing across her supple flesh.
“You’re gonna distract me,” she giggled, the sound sweet and melodic as Lando smiled into her neck, pressing another kiss to her pulse point.
“Could always cancel on them,” he whispered, hands coming to her waist, swaying with her softly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No, silly!” she swatted his arm with another one of her sweet laughs.
“I can’t,” she said, “I promised them I’d come, and you can’t keep me here forever!”
“Mmm…don’t think you’ll be escaping me anytime soon,” he tightened his grip on her waist purposefully as she squealed, ducking down to wriggle free.
“Lando-! Stop, that tickles!”
“Cancel your plans, sweetie, gonna keep you here forever!”
“Lando!”
Finally, she broke free, wriggling free of her husband’s grasp, panting as she leaned against the bed.
“You almost ruined my outfit!” she complained, running a hand through her hair to check the bow was still there, and thankfully, it was.
“Oh shush,” Lando tugged on a strand of her hair playfully, before placing his hands on the edge of the cabinet and pulling his weight up to sit on the edge.
Even with her cheeks flushed red and hair only slightly messy, she gorgeous.
And that bump…
Her little huff brought him back as he smiled, watching her adjust the bow (that wasn’t even lopsided).
“I’m gonna go now,” she said, her frown melting as she moved between his legs, that sweet bashful smile returning to her face,
Lando loved how she still went shy, even though they’d been married for 2 years, and had been dating long before.
“Best get goin’ before I don’t let you leave,” he mumbled, pulling her into a kiss, a little deeper than the chaste ones he’d given her moments before.
“Lando,” Y/n giggled, her voice half laughing, half laced with warning as she pulled back.
“Alright, alright,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from her sweet embrace, “go on then,” he swatted her away.
The girl rolled her eyes, taking her purse from the vanity and thrusting her phone in.
“Call me when you’re close to home,” Lando said, giving her backside a quick tap as she squealed, cheeks red again, rushing forward.
“Off with you then!”
“I’m going!”
Lando releases a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding as the door shut with a ‘click’ behind his wife.
Without a second to spare, he moved off of the cabinet, leaning towards the window to check she hadn’t come back for anything.
She hadn’t.
Good.
He rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time, as he came to the kitchen, thrusting the cabinet open, where all his loot lay, ready to be presented to her neatly.
He found himself sat on the bed, the empty woven basket beside him as he watched the video for what felt like the hundredth time.
Surely it was just a case of put everything in the basket, but no - Lando wanted perfection.
And that, usually, was Y/n’s job.
His tongue poked slightly from between his teeth as he attempted to balance a few face masks in a cup - only for them to collapse.
In the end, he relented, forgetting the whole intricate details and focusing on it looking somewhat nice.
And it did.
The little mug had the lip balm, some face masks, sweets, a few pens, a pencil and an eraser tucked neatly in it.
It sat in front of a warm yellow cushion, mimicking the tropical colouring of mangoes, along with a little notebook, some more stationary.
And finally, Lando took the little yellow card, matching rye setting already, and scribbled across it in his neatest handwriting, with the special pen he used for special people on his life.
To my dearest, loveliest wife,
I’m so proud you’re the one who’s carrying my child, I couldn’t wish for anyone else other than you. I love you more than you could ever know. You’re pretty, kind, gentle and sweet. Sweet as a mango? ;)
Your loving (and obsessed) husband,
Lando xxxx
He held up the card to the light, the sun filling it in from the back, casting golden rays as it sat.
It was perfect.
Perfect for his perfect girl.
Just as he took the matching satin ribbon into his handmade tying it around the basket with a gorgeous bow, he heard the all too familiar sound of Y/n’s laughter outside.
She was back.
Lando stood up from the bed, his door catching on the sheets, which he managed to save, taking the scissors and ribbon and stashing it into his drawer.
The basket, he handled with much more care, sliding it under the bed, and standing up, as the front door crept open.
He was going to do it right now.
Lando held his breath as he heard Y/n’e tentative footsteps downstairs, creeping down the hallway, calling his name.
“Baby?”
He said nothing - she’d come upstairs soon enough.
Looking down, he cursed himself for forgetting to put on something nice instead of his joggers and a hoodie, but he didn’t have time to change now.
Her footsteps moved up the stairs, thumping softly on the carpeted wooden slabs.
How the hell did he make this look casual?
“Lando,” she walked into the room, using his name, a little frown creasing her perfect face, “I was calling for you,”
“Sorry baby,” he stood up, tugging on the end of his hoodie, swallowing a lump in his throat as he stood up, leaning in for a kiss.
She huffed, but relented, allowing the chaste kiss as he squeezed her waist.
“What were you doing?” she asked, a little suspicious at why his cheeks were bright red, hair a little messy from when he ran his hand through it when he was stressed.
“Nothin’,” Lando shrugged it off, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the girl onto his lap.
“Lando-,”
“Baby,” he silenced her with one of his looks, the kinda look she knew he used when he was being truthful.
His eyes never broke with hers as he held her on his lap, looking up at her, his lips coming to press a kiss to where her heart would be.
It was a sweet gesture, one they’d created as a special kind of meaning.
His lips hovered over her dress, pressing a gentle kiss softly.
It was like a silent promise, a silent ‘I love you’.
“I got you a gift,” Lando said, adjusting Y/n on his knee so she was now eye level with him.
“A gift?” she raised a brow, moving to lean back, “is it a special day? Did I forget-?”
Lando chuckled, silencing her playfully with his finger on her lip.
“Can a man not get his girl a gift?” he smiled, capturing her lips in yet another kiss as she smiled bashfully.
“Well…”
She’d always been a bit awkward about receiving gifts, it was in her personality, especially when she didn’t have anything to give back.
Lando loved that about her too.
She was always grateful.
With a deep breath, Lando lifted her onto the bed, seating her down so he could walk round, reaching under it, as she watched with curious eyes.
She was excited, he could tell.
He lifted the basket, a little heavy from the masses of gifts all piled in, gently walking it to her as her eyes widened, mouth falling open in a silent ‘o’.
“Lando…why?”
Her hands gently took it from him, setting it down in front of her, her eyes full of shock as she took in every little item he’d placed meticulously inside.
“Because,” he sat down, “I…saw a thing,” he mumbled, “this dude got his wife a bunch of stuff that relate to the size of her baby,”
“Oh Lando,” Y/n whispered, her gaze on him more than the gifts, “baby, that’s so sweet,”
Lando grinned.
“Did you go this morning?” she asked, looking through the assortment of mango products as he nodded bashfully.
“Baby this is amazing,” she mumbled, her hand finding his as she flicked through the face masks.
Her excited gaze landed on the sweets, looking to Lando almost for permission.
“Go on,” he beckoned her gently, “it’s your gifts,”
She grinned from ear to ear, opening the packet neatly, and handing Lando one first. Always well-mannered.
“I love you so much,” she mumbled through a mouthful of the candies, her head resting on his shoulder as Lando smiled.
“I love you too,” he spoke back quietly, “more than you could ever know…and the baby too,”
Y/n smiled.
In that moment, a new love blossomed between the two, somehow more in love than before - if that was even possible.
Y/n’s friends would never hear the end of it.
And for the next few weeks, Lando, Y/n and the whole entire house spelt of the sweet smell of mango nectar.
