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promets-moi que tout ira bien
ββββββ ββ ββ surprise, surprise ! reqs open
melina βΛππΛβ she/her ; german
NAVI β masterlist ; short nβ sweet special ; 1k event
GP visibly devastated on the pitwall post-race
i WILL cry
winning the last race anyway was so cunty of him leave me alone
so that was definitely a season
I hate him
dizzy on the comedown
pairing | jonathan byers x reader
summary | late nights listening to music lead to late-stage realizations (aka, jonathan finally realizes you have a thing for him)
warnings | childhood best friends, reader likes pop music, minor steve harrington slander if you squint, don't fact check my 80s pop culture references, got this idea while listening to dizzy on the comedown by turnover, fluff
word count | 2.6k
Your gasp rivaled the too-loud volume of The Clash's latest album spinning in Jonathan's record player, sat up on the old vinyl shelf that always looked to be one ill-timed breath in its direction from collapsing.
Jonathan was on the floor beside you. He sat with his back against the side of his messily made bed, your socked feet resting in his lap as he read some comic Will had asked him to check out.
At your gasp, he immediately looked up.
You shot him a toothy grin from over the top of this month's Teen Beat. "You'll never guess what happened."
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "Try me," he dared.
Flipping the magazine around, you tapped excitedly at a blurry photo of Cher and Val Kilmer, caught locking lips in the back of a limo after some glitzy Hollywood party.
"They're dating!"
Jonathan dropped the comic, putting on his best I Love Gossip voice. βYou're kidding."
Iβm so back in my stranger things phase istg if only I had time to actually write fanfics ππ anyway howβre we feeling about Norris winning the championship most likely??
don't want you like a best friend
pairing: lando norris x best friend!reader
summary: lando norris is your best friend. the only problem is, you're hopelessly in love with him. so when he asks you to come with him to an event, there are only so many ways it can go. (5.4k)
warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive at a few points but nothing explicit.
a/n: inspired by taylor swift's dress. requested by my dear friend + fellow friends to lovers lando truther @daydreamsharry <33
Youβve known Lando Norris far too long. Not your entire lives, but long enough to understand him better than most people.
Long enough that you donβt even think itβs that far-fetched or odd when he flops onto your bed one night and asks, βYou love me, right?β
βUmβ¦β You blink at him slowly, setting your phone aside and squinting at him like youβve heard him wrong. βCome again?β
βYou love me. Right?β He repeats, slower this time.
There are two ways you can go about this. Option one is to play it cool. Donβt let him know that yes, you do love him, more than he knows. More than you should. Donβt reveal that youβve been in love with him for years now.
Option two is much more subtle, you think. Just stare blankly at him until he elaborates.
βI need you to be my date to an event.β
౨ৠDONβT SMILE ! β§βΛ.
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β½ο½‘β lando norris x reader β loosely based on β donβt smile β by sabrina carpenter β donβt smile because it happened, baby, cry because itβs over !
αΆ» π π° angst! π 1.8k words
At eighteen, you started to believe the whirlwind of life changes would finally slow down β and god, were you relieved. You felt incredibly content with your life's direction. Though you knew it was silly, you couldn't help feeling ready to settle down. A childish notion. Immature, even. But he seemed just as ready, and with typical teenage conviction, you both believed love was all you needed. So yes, settling down became the goal.
No rushing things of course, you were barely adults. But if there was one thing you thought you knew for sure, it was that you and Lando wanted to stay and build a life together. It just felt right. Him and you together.
Lando and you had gotten together during a time in which relationships werenβt that serious yet. Rather the opposite. At only 13 years old, after you two had been pretty close friends at school for around 2 years already, he turned up at your doorstep on Valentineβs Day, a rose in his shaking hand, somewhat resembling his also shaking voice as he asked you to be his girlfriend the very second your lovely mother had opened the door with an inviting smile on her face. To his luck though you were right behind her and made your way over to him not a second after the words βwill you be my girlfriend?β left his mouth, hugging him tightly, and after you two went back inside to your room you even gave him a very little yet very special peck on his left cheek - but only if he wouldnβt tell your mom, because you were sure she would find a way to tease you for it.
He was terribly embarrassed about your mother witnessing and even hearing his confession, but now that he had you, he couldnβt care less.
From that point on it stayed this way. All those years, stuck together like glue. Where you went, Lando did too, and vice versa. Both at their most comfortable when the other was near.
The first time you had to separate for a longer time was when he got into Formula 2. It was fine, and you were happy for him, but it did feel wrong. Like something was out of place constantly. And it was. Because he wasnβt there, and it always felt like a lifetime had to pass first before you could see each other again.
Long distance was hard during that time, especially for you. The waiting, the yearning, the need for physical touch and the knowledge of being separated left a bitter taste on your tongue whenever you saw his good morning texts. You just felt so disconnected from him, and he felt it too. He, however, also felt the adrenaline of being a Formula 2 driver. The holes in both your hearts from not being together were identical, his however was filled by his passion for racing and the opportunity to make his dreams come true. Yours was left unattended.
Admittedly, you hated him for being so far away, and hated yourself for reacting so dramatically, but you really couldnβt bring yourself to imagine what would happen if he made it to F1. Fortunately, you didnβt have to. Lando stated he wouldnβt make the jump, he, apparently, didnβt want to. He doubted ever getting the chance anyway, and, even though you didnβt believe him at first, he made it clear multiple times. By himself.
You wouldβve never demanded him to give his dreams up for you, you wouldnβt even have dared asking. Ever. You werenβt selfish like that. You wouldβve let him have it if he wanted to, even if you knew that itβd hurt like nothing ever has before.
But during one night at his house after the season had ended, while you were already comfortably cuddled up in his bed after dinner with his whole family, he told you, practically out of nowhere, that he himself would never want to leave you again, not for anything in this world.
He said it often. Weirdly often. One could reckon he told you so often to convince himself and not to reassure you of something you never directly asked for anyway.
Suddenly, after you both turned 19, Lando started talking about wanting to get engaged. He was asking for your okay, not wanting to rush things in case you werenβt ready yet, and after getting it he made plans. He started planning on what he would wear. What he would tell you to wear. Where he would do it. How he would do it. Who heβd invite to witness it. That was, without your knowledge, his priority after the end of the season.
And Lando wanted to do it, really. He is a man of his words after all.
He used to be one, at least. Until he got that call. Until Zak Brown wanted him to race in Formula 1.
You both sat in silence after he told you.
Not because you didnβt want to say anything, but because you couldnβt. Had Lando been lying to you the whole time? Fucking around with your feelings on purpose, knowing that deep down, if asked to, he would leave you again to keep racing? And were you the bad one for not wanting him to leave again?
But Lando has never been dishonest about anything before. Why now? Why now, right when you were so ready to take the next step?
You decided to call it fate. It wasnβt supposed to happen yet, and it really would be stupid of Lando to just throw away an opportunity like that.
And so Lando turned into what he always wanted to be. A Formula 1 racing driver for McLaren. And you turned into a well-liked F1 wag. Something you never wanted to be, for various reasons. The attention stressed you out. You hated it already when he was in Formula 2, and now that gut wrenching feeling you had whenever there were microphones held up to your mouth or cameras flashing in your direction doubled and got ten times worse.
Maybe you should just avoid being there on race weekends. You felt bad for neglecting his career like that, but then again he also wasnβt there when your mom got sick. Or when you got into a huge argument with your brother. Or whenever you just really wanted and needed him to be there for you.
Three years had passed and it was still hard to handle him being away. But it became routine
You thought you could do it. Because if you managed to do it while he was in F2, why would F1 be so different?
It didnβt take long for you to realize that it only worked because you knew that he would come back eventually. And now you didnβt know anything for sure. You were almost 24 now, and though it seemed early for others, youβve always wanted to build a family while you were still young. After all, Lando and you have been together for over ten years. But even after recognising it wouldnβt happen anytime soon, you still stayed, and still supported him, and still waited. You love him, after all.
But then he grew distant. Not only physically. He called you less, forgot to reply to your messages, stopped asking questions, stopped caring as much.
You put up with a long distance relationship on his behalf. Agreed to call instead of seeing each other. Agreed to send selfies instead of being able to hug each other. For three years. Three whole years. And now this?
You couldnβt recognize him anymore. Started getting desperate. Sending him countless of messages, asking him to come back during a free weekend. He didnβt reply to any of them, until one day, he decided to call back instead.
His name popped up on your screen for the first time after 5 months while you were baking cookies for you and your family. You were just about to take the first batch out of the oven. The first time he called you instead of you him.
You were hoping, begging for him to say that he was coming over to surprise you. That he was on his way back home to you. That he would come back to hug you, kiss you, and hold you like youβve been wanting him to do ever since that stupid phone call from Zak.
Instead, Lando was in the gym when he called, taking his 5 minute break to talk to you.
To tell you he wants to break up.
5 minutes to end something that has lasted 10 years.
23 years of age. 10 of those wasted for nothing but empty promises.
A promise to be there for you.
A promise to stay.
A promise to love you forever.
Well, forever ended, and there was nothing you could do about it.
He said something about you keeping his stuff but you didnβt listen. Tears started forming in your eyes but you didnβt let them run just yet, not until he pushed the red button. That was the last time you would ever hear his voice speaking to you again.
You broke down into sobs the moment he hung up. Accidentally left the cookies to burn. Tried to make amends with the fact that Lando just wrote down his last word in your book and finished his chapter forever. Failed.
And you failed again, and again, and again.
The decision to break up was long overdue anyway. The distance was an obstacle you couldnβt overcome. Died at the hands of it. But if love is always stronger, then why couldnβt you survive?
You shouldβve been there for his races, probably. Shouldβve stayed in the paddock. But you didnβt. You had deemed it the better decision then, but now? Regret stayed by your side all year round like Lando once did.
So whenever people told you to not be sad about your breakup and instead be happy about the beautiful days you had the chance of spending together, you would nod along but not agree. You could never agree.
There was no reason to be happy. Every single day him and you had spent together were nothing more than a reminder of how your life would never be again, and that there was no way for you other than dreading the loss of your relationship with every breath you take until the day you will spontaneously take a look at the news only to see that Formula 1 World Champion Lando Norris Is Now Engaged β Read More About It Here.
timeline probably doesnβt make sense and I feel like reader is soooo naive and immature and also this whole fic is just really not making a lot of sense and childish buuuuut Iβm terribly unmotivated so apologiesπ sorry gang
౨ৠDONβT SMILE ! β§βΛ.
౨ৠ[ masterlist / sns speacial ] ౨ΰ§
β½ο½‘β lando norris x reader β loosely based on β donβt smile β by sabrina carpenter β donβt smile because it happened, baby, cry because itβs over !
αΆ» π π° angst! π 1.8k words
At eighteen, you started to believe the whirlwind of life changes would finally slow down β and god, were you relieved. You felt incredibly content with your life's direction. Though you knew it was silly, you couldn't help feeling ready to settle down. A childish notion. Immature, even. But he seemed just as ready, and with typical teenage conviction, you both believed love was all you needed. So yes, settling down became the goal.
No rushing things of course, you were barely adults. But if there was one thing you thought you knew for sure, it was that you and Lando wanted to stay and build a life together. It just felt right. Him and you together.
Lando and you had gotten together during a time in which relationships werenβt that serious yet. Rather the opposite. At only 13 years old, after you two had been pretty close friends at school for around 2 years already, he turned up at your doorstep on Valentineβs Day, a rose in his shaking hand, somewhat resembling his also shaking voice as he asked you to be his girlfriend the very second your lovely mother had opened the door with an inviting smile on her face. To his luck though you were right behind her and made your way over to him not a second after the words βwill you be my girlfriend?β left his mouth, hugging him tightly, and after you two went back inside to your room you even gave him a very little yet very special peck on his left cheek - but only if he wouldnβt tell your mom, because you were sure she would find a way to tease you for it.
He was terribly embarrassed about your mother witnessing and even hearing his confession, but now that he had you, he couldnβt care less.
From that point on it stayed this way. All those years, stuck together like glue. Where you went, Lando did too, and vice versa. Both at their most comfortable when the other was near.
The first time you had to separate for a longer time was when he got into Formula 2. It was fine, and you were happy for him, but it did feel wrong. Like something was out of place constantly. And it was. Because he wasnβt there, and it always felt like a lifetime had to pass first before you could see each other again.
Long distance was hard during that time, especially for you. The waiting, the yearning, the need for physical touch and the knowledge of being separated left a bitter taste on your tongue whenever you saw his good morning texts. You just felt so disconnected from him, and he felt it too. He, however, also felt the adrenaline of being a Formula 2 driver. The holes in both your hearts from not being together were identical, his however was filled by his passion for racing and the opportunity to make his dreams come true. Yours was left unattended.
Admittedly, you hated him for being so far away, and hated yourself for reacting so dramatically, but you really couldnβt bring yourself to imagine what would happen if he made it to F1. Fortunately, you didnβt have to. Lando stated he wouldnβt make the jump, he, apparently, didnβt want to. He doubted ever getting the chance anyway, and, even though you didnβt believe him at first, he made it clear multiple times. By himself.
You wouldβve never demanded him to give his dreams up for you, you wouldnβt even have dared asking. Ever. You werenβt selfish like that. You wouldβve let him have it if he wanted to, even if you knew that itβd hurt like nothing ever has before.
But during one night at his house after the season had ended, while you were already comfortably cuddled up in his bed after dinner with his whole family, he told you, practically out of nowhere, that he himself would never want to leave you again, not for anything in this world.
He said it often. Weirdly often. One could reckon he told you so often to convince himself and not to reassure you of something you never directly asked for anyway.
Suddenly, after you both turned 19, Lando started talking about wanting to get engaged. He was asking for your okay, not wanting to rush things in case you werenβt ready yet, and after getting it he made plans. He started planning on what he would wear. What he would tell you to wear. Where he would do it. How he would do it. Who heβd invite to witness it. That was, without your knowledge, his priority after the end of the season.
And Lando wanted to do it, really. He is a man of his words after all.
He used to be one, at least. Until he got that call. Until Zak Brown wanted him to race in Formula 1.
You both sat in silence after he told you.
Not because you didnβt want to say anything, but because you couldnβt. Had Lando been lying to you the whole time? Fucking around with your feelings on purpose, knowing that deep down, if asked to, he would leave you again to keep racing? And were you the bad one for not wanting him to leave again?
But Lando has never been dishonest about anything before. Why now? Why now, right when you were so ready to take the next step?
You decided to call it fate. It wasnβt supposed to happen yet, and it really would be stupid of Lando to just throw away an opportunity like that.
And so Lando turned into what he always wanted to be. A Formula 1 racing driver for McLaren. And you turned into a well-liked F1 wag. Something you never wanted to be, for various reasons. The attention stressed you out. You hated it already when he was in Formula 2, and now that gut wrenching feeling you had whenever there were microphones held up to your mouth or cameras flashing in your direction doubled and got ten times worse.
Maybe you should just avoid being there on race weekends. You felt bad for neglecting his career like that, but then again he also wasnβt there when your mom got sick. Or when you got into a huge argument with your brother. Or whenever you just really wanted and needed him to be there for you.
Three years had passed and it was still hard to handle him being away. But it became routine
You thought you could do it. Because if you managed to do it while he was in F2, why would F1 be so different?
It didnβt take long for you to realize that it only worked because you knew that he would come back eventually. And now you didnβt know anything for sure. You were almost 24 now, and though it seemed early for others, youβve always wanted to build a family while you were still young. After all, Lando and you have been together for over ten years. But even after recognising it wouldnβt happen anytime soon, you still stayed, and still supported him, and still waited. You love him, after all.
But then he grew distant. Not only physically. He called you less, forgot to reply to your messages, stopped asking questions, stopped caring as much.
You put up with a long distance relationship on his behalf. Agreed to call instead of seeing each other. Agreed to send selfies instead of being able to hug each other. For three years. Three whole years. And now this?
You couldnβt recognize him anymore. Started getting desperate. Sending him countless of messages, asking him to come back during a free weekend. He didnβt reply to any of them, until one day, he decided to call back instead.
His name popped up on your screen for the first time after 5 months while you were baking cookies for you and your family. You were just about to take the first batch out of the oven. The first time he called you instead of you him.
You were hoping, begging for him to say that he was coming over to surprise you. That he was on his way back home to you. That he would come back to hug you, kiss you, and hold you like youβve been wanting him to do ever since that stupid phone call from Zak.
Instead, Lando was in the gym when he called, taking his 5 minute break to talk to you.
To tell you he wants to break up.
5 minutes to end something that has lasted 10 years.
23 years of age. 10 of those wasted for nothing but empty promises.
A promise to be there for you.
A promise to stay.
A promise to love you forever.
Well, forever ended, and there was nothing you could do about it.
He said something about you keeping his stuff but you didnβt listen. Tears started forming in your eyes but you didnβt let them run just yet, not until he pushed the red button. That was the last time you would ever hear his voice speaking to you again.
You broke down into sobs the moment he hung up. Accidentally left the cookies to burn. Tried to make amends with the fact that Lando just wrote down his last word in your book and finished his chapter forever. Failed.
And you failed again, and again, and again.
The decision to break up was long overdue anyway. The distance was an obstacle you couldnβt overcome. Died at the hands of it. But if love is always stronger, then why couldnβt you survive?
You shouldβve been there for his races, probably. Shouldβve stayed in the paddock. But you didnβt. You had deemed it the better decision then, but now? Regret stayed by your side all year round like Lando once did.
So whenever people told you to not be sad about your breakup and instead be happy about the beautiful days you had the chance of spending together, you would nod along but not agree. You could never agree.
There was no reason to be happy. Every single day him and you had spent together were nothing more than a reminder of how your life would never be again, and that there was no way for you other than dreading the loss of your relationship with every breath you take until the day you will spontaneously take a look at the news only to see that Formula 1 World Champion Lando Norris Is Now Engaged β Read More About It Here.
timeline probably doesnβt make sense and I feel like reader is soooo naive and immature and also this whole fic is just really not making a lot of sense and childish buuuuut Iβm terribly unmotivated so apologiesπ sorry gang
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babymaker
washing machine heart
bottled up
i stayed there, dust collecting
santa daddy
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maneater
nine years
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bright morning
reminder: thank reiner later
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ocean eyes
mikasa ackerman
idol
bruises
arm wrestling
nocturne
stalker
dust, moon, and silver
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say a little prayer
ocean's breath
midnight snacks
sweet dreams
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flowers for you bc youβre the cutest angel ever
I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
Is the short and sweet special over?
nope! Still happening, just havenβt had the time to write yet. I have like 5 wips tho
hi mel! we havenβt spoken in awhile i miss u! howβve u been? <3
ISA MY LOVE I JUST SAW THIS ASKπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
Iβve been so busy with school lately I barely had any time to be active on tumblr Iβm so sorry
how are you doing??π₯Ήπ€
changes in life are so weird and scary what the fuck why canβt everything just stay as it was Iβm so crashing out literally what even is life
FRANCO????? FRNACOO???2!/82!/&/β¬2&2!/
part 2 pleaseeeeeee where they get together ππΌ
TEXT IMAGINES: oblivious!reader (part one here)
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an: sorry for the wait (i redid landoβs over 4 times) <3 iβm going to be repeating p1 and p2 with a second round of drivers β max, daniel, carlos, george (4 drivers per version bc boo image limits)
drivers: charles leclerc, oscar piastri, franco colapinto, lando norris
charles leclerc
oscar piastri
franco colapinto
lando norris
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