I write for every driver on the current grid BESIDES: checo Perez, Nico Hülkenberg, Kevin Magnussen, Fernando Alonso
absolutely NO hate against those drivers, just find it kinda weird writing for men my fathers age😭
non-grid driver exemptions: Logan Sargeant, Danny Ric + if I’m comfortable I also take requests from other retired drivers, ask and see if you receive😋
Honestly write EVERYTHING but favorite trope has to be Angst cause if my heart physically hurts when reading a fic I KNOW it’s good!
Requests are open for every driver at the moment, but I’m still writing one of my own bigger stories in the mean time!
„Lights out, you’re not here holding me. I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep.”
There I lie in my bed in my dark Londoner apartment, lights out on a cold winter day as I imagine your arms wrapped around me. Tears that I count streaming down my cheeks as I replay the memories we have in my head.
“Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell then I leave.”
A stupid thought and a broken heart made me come to your old place, knowing damn well you’re in Monaco right now but who cares? I wander through the streets of Glastonbury, out town, where everything began, finding myself on your street. I knock once, then twice, and a third time. Our secret knock so you could tell it was me, remember? But no one is there to open the window for me, how, when this house has been empty ever since you decided racing is more important than being there for your loved ones.
“I try to live in black and white but I’m so blue. I’d like to mean it when I say I’m over you.”
Its those times when my closest friends ask me how youre dong and if im finally over you and I can only respond with a subtile nod cause damn how much I wished I was over you…
“Old ways, made mistakes made our marks. Now we’ve gone dark.”
The days we fought so hard we didn’t even recognize each other no more, said things we didn’t mean whenit eventualy got too much and we just left it all behind.
“Bad dreams, might not mean anything. But you seem not to need anything.”
I still dream so much of you, not even knowing whether theyre good or bad dreams. Youre there. Not that you want anything, its juts a dream after alll, but youre there.
“I try to live in balck and white but im so blue. I’d like to mean it when I say im over you, but that’s still not true.”
Its not until your wedding. Your wedding, With her. When it hits me that it might be time to let go and get over you and as much as I say and try to believe I am, its just not true…
summary: in which Lando and you are forced to breakup due to his mental health getting much worse but will you find your way back together?
warnings: none
1000+ words and not proofread as always
Its until several hours later, probably midnight in Miami when you suddenly get a call from him...
"hello...?", calls a slurred voice through the phone and any four year old could've guessed that the man on the other line had more than one vodka on ice.
"why weren't you there for quality earlier? and fro practice yesterday? where were you?", you ask, trying to keep your voice calm even tho there was quite an edge to it, rather sounding demanding than calming.
"didn't feel like it...", is all he says in a quiet voice and you could just imagine how he was probably sitting in the bright hotel room in Miami. Hands in his lap, cheeks flushed from alcohol and his phone sitting on the bed next to him.
"you can't just-", you start, but stop yourself once you realise there's no point in arguing with a drunken Lando. "Im in Monaco, incase you wondered..."
You two did end up having a normal conversation on the phone that night, as much as that was possible with him being drunk out of his mind. What you didn't expect was the call to end with sweet nothings whispered into separated bedsheets, longing filling the silences in between words. You hated it. You hated it so much but oh how much you loved him...
In the end you just came to the conclusion for you to spend the rest of the Miami weekend at home before coming to the next race in Italy which wasn't far from now on.
Italy 2025
You watched from under the podium as lando spray his champagne looking just like the golden boy of McLaren everyone knows and loves... The results were pretty good. Getting from P4 to P2 AND outracing Oscar even tho he started on Pole the day.
Both of you didn't even think of celebrating what mclaren and the others that night, the only thing both of you wanted was to just get on his plane and fly back to Monaco, and so you did.
The flight felt weird. There were so many unspoken words and feelings between both of you, and you just couldn't pretend that nothing happened a week ago.
As the flight goes on and you just keep your gaze out the window Lando makes an lousy attempt on lightening the mood, "'could join the mile high club up here you know... just you ad me here...", He murmured.
All you got out was a small huff of a laugh at that, the tension between the two of you way to palable. The rest of the flight was spent in a full on awkward silence and yet again it was you who felt like she ruined evrything once again. Luckily Italy to Monaco isnt a long way, so you were happy to be back in the apartment just an hour or two post sunset. Lando carried al the stuff inside, shoulders tense, And jaw clenched.
Once you two both settled in at least a little bit, you got to the bathroom to actually get ready for bed. After a few minutes Lanod walks in, already just in his boxers, ready for bed himself. When he walks in you give him a uninteded glare before looking back into the mirror and focusing and your skincare. You shouldve known that he’ll notice that little annoyed sigh of yours because hes immideatly there to call you out for it. “Whats the attitude for mh?”, He asks in a cocky tone, but youn couldt just ignore the edge he had to his tone.
“excuse me?”, you ask, earning a roll of his eyes from him before he puts his toothbrush down and rinses his mouth. “Oh you know what I mean. The way you grosned when I got in.” He states, making no effort to even glancein your direction.
“Pardon me for letting out a sigh after coming home from italy in the middle of the night, geez…”, You respond, now you having the annoyed edge to your tone.
He scoffs at that and turns towards you still looking in the mirror before racing his voice again, “Stop making it out to be something its not. It wasn’t just a’oh im so tired sigh’. I know you and I certainly know that that was an ‘im annoyed at you sigh’.” He snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Youre doing it again.”, is all you state at him rasing his voice again. “Doing what?”, He throws back.
“Taking it out. On me. Again. Two days ago you literally told me to tell you when youre doing it again, and now that im calling you out for it youre making it seem like its my fault. Get a grip, oh my god…”, You snap, not intedning for it to come out as rude as It did.
You just shake your head at that and put your skincare stuff away before leaving the bathroom, “Ill be on the couch tonight…”, You say quietly and Lando does not make a single attempt in stopping you, his ego to big to relize hes at fault just as much as I am.
Lando’s POV:
I look after her leaving to the livingroom but make no attempt in following after her, I sigh and push my hair back before going to the bedroom and laying down, pulling out my phone and scrolling trough twitter (x) once again. I spend hours that night on the stupid platform, scrolling and taking in all the stupid hate im getting yet again.
When I next check the clock its 2 a.m, thousands of thoughts running through my head. I move to my suitcase and just aimlessly go through some of my clothes, not havin anything better than unpacking to do right now anyways. I stop whem I pull out a pair of pants and a ring falls out of the pocket. “huh…”, is all I mumble before picking up the ring and looking at it for a moment. She didn’t once ask for it after she gave it back to me…
I plop down onto the bed, the ring in my hands and just look down at it, stupid thoughts making their way into my head…
soz fro the long pause stuck at the hospital but requests r open for all drivers atm ill try to do as much as possible while still writing on my current idea Little Talks Part1
summary: in which Lando and you are forced to breakup due to his mental health getting much worse but will you find your way back together?
warnings: tooth rotting fluff towards end or in further parts maybe? definitely angsty, maybe some Oscar hate? not from my side but just from the POV of the story, suggestive at some parts maybe
not proof read literally wrote this in like 10 minutes cause I was bored lol tell me if y'all want another part fro this
March 2025
Lando and you have been dating since his debut season in F2, so it's been quite some time together so far. Sure, hate was always a thing, especially with Lando being this famous at such a young age and you basically being a "no one" in others eyes. Nevertheless you didn't quite care about it as much as Lando did, why would you? You're happy, he's your high school sweetheart, or more like racetrack sweetheart since you were always there with him, ever since.
As much you were able to deal with the hate, you must admit that last year was tough. Lando losing the championship fight and Oscar constantly beating him one race after another. As if that didn't already have had the biggest toll on his mental health, this season started just like the last one.
Jeddah just happened. Oscar ending up on P1 while Lando barely made it to P4. You already knew how the drive back to the hotel was gonna be, and how much worse the long flight home to Monaco was going to be. As if those long drives after bad races weren't already bad enough for you, Land decided to give you the silent treatment from the minute you got into your apartment in Monaco the next morning. Oh boy, the next few weeks are gonna be a challenge...
May 2025
First race in may, Miami, your favourite. Not just because lando got his first win here last year, but because of all the memories you've made here, especially the one where he proposed to you here last year after the race...
You just got here and made your way to the hotel immediately since it was like 11 p.m. and you're both jet lagged as shit. The mood has gotten maybe a little better, but it's as if something has changed after the last race cause he definitely doesn't ac like the Lando you've known for years anymore.
The first thing you did when getting into the room was to put your stuff down and get into the bathroom to have a shower, not knowing how that will set Lando off.
"You're going in the shower first now huh..? After I juts complained the whole ride that I'm sore and want a shower as soon as we get ti the hotel? damn, thank you..." He mumbled under his breath sarcastically while unpacking his suitcase a little.
You didn't want to fight right now, you couldn't. Instead of responding you just quietly shut the bathroom door behind you and went to have a quick shower to calm down a little. After just 15 minutes you come back out dressed in your pyjama and now ready for bed. Instead of going further into the bedroom you just stand there, looking at Lando sitting on the bed. It's like a reflection, he didn't even look like the Lando you once knew, happy and open, the cute lover boy with the silly laugh. All you did was to let out a sigh just to get another roll of the eyes from him, followed by an annoyed sigh of his.
"what?", You ask, genuinely wanting to know what sounded now to piss him off. again.
Instead of responding he just shook his head and that was the point you cracked, your nice demeanour falling from a mix of the exhaustion from the long flight here and just everything piling itself on top of each other in your relationship right now.
"No! you don't get to fucking ignore me again for fucks sake! Ive done NOTHING but being nice for the past week- no actually since this shitshow of a season started and I've gotten nothing from you. NOTHING!", you snap, Lando flinching back ever so slightly before just looking back down at his phone which pissed you off even more.
You walk over to the bed, grabbing his phone out of his hadn't and throwing it somewhere else on the bed. "Im not doing this anymore. I won't be the only one putting effort into this fucking relationship.", And for a moment there you could see his face changing a bit:
"What are you on about...?" He asks, voice quieter but not a single sign of reflection or whatsoever.
"You know exactly what I'm on about! Oscars beating you. Again." You say bluntly, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.
"seriously?", is all Lando says before letting out a huff and shaking his head, turning his back to you and closing his eyes.
"No. You know- No! Get up. Now. we're talking about this right now.", You snap, not getting a single reaction out of him, so you go further, stepping in front of him and starting to take off your engagement ring he proposed to you with just a few months ago.
His face immediately fell , grabbing your hand and trying to stop you from taking the ring off fully. "wha- No wait what the hell are you doing? Babe?"
You rip your hand out of his grip and tale off the ring fully, forcefully pushing it into his hand. "I don't want it anymore. I don't want this."
You never saw him getting up this quick, because within a second he's standing in front of you his hands finding your forearms as if you'd vanish if he let go. "No you don't mean that... You're tired- You're- Come on, that's silly y/n... put the ring back on...", He says calmly.
Tears build up In your eyes but you don't budge, crossing your arms and shaking your head with the thought of Lando trying again, at least once but instead he just nods and puts the ring into his pocket. The tears that have filled your eyes are quick to fall but you're even quicker to wipe them away.
Nothing else was said that night, but both went to bed in silence, so many unspoken words and feelings hanging in between the two of you that no one wants to talk out.
The next morning was even worse. He got up way before you apparently because when you got up at 9 AM he already wasn't there even tho media usually starts at 12. You sat up and checked your phone to see If he left any messages, but he didn't. There was too much anger cursing through your body to even think of Lando going out to Do something nice or apologise after what has happened last night, so instead of waiting fro him to come back, you decided to pack your stuff, book a flight back to Monaco and leave everything behind.
The flight was long and at this point you felt like you didn't get a single bit of sleep for the past week at least. Back in Lando and your shared Monaco apartment you unpacked your stuff that was originally packed for Italy before quietly wandering around the house, not even knowing what to do here all alone in this eerie silence.
What you found even more weird was Lando not having reached out to you two days after you left but even weirder that Lando canceled media AND practice day...
When F1 posted that Lando will miss qualifying day as well you knew something was definitely not right, so you immediately called him. Of course time zones were up, but you didn't care, you needed to hear something from him. 16 missed calls later you frantically started texting him all sorts of things, apologising for the suff you said and taking off just like that but he still didn't respond.
Its until several hours later, probably midnight in Miami when you suddenly get a call from him...
this is just a place for me to organise every lando x y/n story i've read on this website so that i can find them easily. i have read over 500 fics, so i do need to keep them a little organised.
i don't reblog the stories i don't like, these are all the ones that i liked. the stars are how much i liked them. 1 star is i like it, 5 stars is oh my god i need this injected in my veins. make up the rest of the scale as per your liking.
Summary: When you agreed to join your brother on his vacation, sharing a room with his best friend wasn’t part of the plan. Now, that you’re constantly stuck with Lando and his relentless teasing, you’re not sure whether you want to strangle him or kiss him.
Lando Norris x Fewtrell!Reader, one-bed trope, a lot of banter and a hint of forced proximity :)
WC: 3.0K
Warnings: mentions of sex/sexual insinuations, cursing, alcohol consumption, making out (finally!)
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Y/N went about her day pretending nothing had happened. She continued to read her book, which Lando had been so kind as to leave open on the same page as when he took it from her (she felt even more guilty after she realised that), and talked with Pietra every now and then.
Lando barely spoke to Y/N after their fight, only engaging when it was necessary to keep up appearances in front of Max and Pietra. Maybe he had overreacted, but he had just been hit by the harsh truth that Y/N would never be his. He had never been this close to winning her over, and now she was shutting him out. It made him realise that it would never happen, no matter how much effort he put into his relationship with Y/N. He just needed some time to process the rejection, preferably without much interference from the woman herself.
When they got back to the hotel after dinner, Lando followed Max to his room without hesitation, not wanting to be alone with Y/N. Pietra quickly grabbed her stuff and joined the other girl to get ready for a night out. Lando could use a drink, and maybe a distraction, too.
Y/N was lost in her thoughts when Pietra entered the room, absentmindedly applying her makeup.
“So, what happened between you and Lando?” Pietra asked the moment she sat down.
Y/N froze at the sudden sound breaking silence. “What do you mean?” She asked, attempting to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. You told me yourself, he was all over you last night and this morning, and you’re barely speaking now. What happened at the beach?”
Y/N bit her lip. “It’s my fault. I ignored him and now he’s upset. I realised this morning that I like Lando, and now I don’t know how to act around him anymore. Regardless of what you’ve been telling me, I don’t believe he feels the same. I’m just trying to protect myself before I get hurt, I thought keeping my distance would help.”
Pietra smiled sympathetically. “He likes you, Y/N. I’m one hundred per cent sure of it. He’s just confused. Last night, you asked him to cuddle, and now you’re ignoring him. He’s probably just as lost as you are – doing the same thing; shutting you out so he doesn’t get hurt any more.”
Y/N thought about it for a second, Pietra was making sense, but she wasn’t convinced. “Even if he does like me, all my relationships end badly. I can’t risk ruining things with Lando; it would ruin his friendship with Max and even if it doesn’t, I wouldn’t be able to face him when he comes over. Besides, what if he changes his mind, just like he did today? I can’t let myself be vulnerable with him only for him to leave when he doesn’t want me anymore.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that. Lando’s been around for more than a decade, yes? He already liked you before I met him, I’m quite sure of it. He’s not going anywhere, he’s not going to change his mind, and he’s not one to give up easily. And if he were, isn’t it worth the risk? You’re never going to be sure—in any relationship,” Pietra explains gently.
She was right, Y/N realised. Maybe she should just admit it and get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid. If Pietra was convinced he had liked her for such a long time, it must be true right? Pietra wouldn’t lie to her about such a thing, not on purpose. She sighed. “I need a drink.”
“Maybe it’ll help you admit how you feel,” Pietra said, winking. She pulled Y/N into an encouraging hug, before ushering her out the door.
A cab ride later, the group arrived at the club. The music was loud, the lights dim, and the room crowded. Y/N headed to the bar straight away, immediately ordering a drink. She would need some liquid courage to confront Lando tonight, but he had already done a shot and disappeared before she could get her hands on the cocktail.
It didn’t take her long to spot Lando in the herd of people. He was dancing with a girl she’d never seen before. She seemed to enjoy the attention he was giving her, and Y/N wished she had done the same when she was on the receiving end. She watched as Max and Pietra disappeared into the crowd, a worried look on Pietra’s face when she looked at Y/N over her shoulder. But Y/N didn’t pay her any mind; her eyes were focused on Lando, and the pretty girl he was dancing with.
She had already ordered a second drink before she had even finished the first one. She felt stupid. Lando had never liked, that much was clear, or he had gotten over her really quickly. She felt like an idiot for believing Pietra for that short moment, for wanting to talk to him and admit her feelings for him when he clearly didn’t care for her in the same way.
So, when a guy came up to her at the bar, she let him buy her a drink. If things weren’t going to work out with Lando, why shouldn’t she try with someone else? Her goal for the vacation hadn’t changed, after all. She eagerly followed Luca – or was it Luke? – to the dance floor, ready to forget about her troubles. She looked at Lando one last time before she was pulled into the crowd.
Lando had been looking over every so often, just to make sure she was alright – or that’s what he told himself. Irritation flared up inside him when he saw her accept a drink from a man he had never seen before, again. He felt annoyed at the realisation that she clearly didn’t care to listen to him or her brother, especially when he saw her following the stranger to the dance floor. His jaw clenched in aggravation as they made eye contact – she was doing it on purpose, he was sure of it. She was taking to the floor with yet another stranger to spite him, and it was working.
He shouldn’t care about it, but he couldn’t deny his jealousy. Y/N made it clear she wasn’t interested earlier today, but still she watched him – dared him to come and do something about it, or maybe he imagined it. It shouldn’t matter, she was Max’s problem, not his. Yet, he couldn’t resist looking over every now and then. Even as a pretty blonde was putting up a show right in front of him, he was focused on the way the stranger’s hands moved over Y/N’s body, how they rested on her hips to pull her ass tightly against him, and how he kissed his way down her neck. Lando clenched his hands, needing to release some of the tension, and swallowed thickly – that was supposed to be him.
He stared at Y/N, completely ignoring the blonde he was dancing with, watching as the man’s wandering hands moved further down her body before trailing up her thighs and disappearing under the hem of her dress. He was done; he would not stand by and watch how the girl he loved was being touched by another man. He pushed the blonde away rougher than he intended. Muttering an apology, he forced his way through the crowd.
His eyes were still set on Y/N, and the man’s hand that kept moving higher and higher, as if taunting him. His jaw tightened at the crude sight, only encouraging him to move faster. When he was finally close enough he forcefully pulled Y/N’s arm, yanking her from the stranger’s grip.
She opened her eyes, startled at the sudden contact. “Lando,” she mumbled as he tugged her along. She didn’t care to look back at Lucas or say goodbye, solely focused on the man in front of her; the man who had come to save her from a stranger once more.
Once they got to a quieter part of the club, Lando faced her. “What on earth were you thinking? I told you before, you shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers, or let them touch you like that! Let me guess, you were planning to go home with him?”
Y/N looked at him in shock before her expression faded into a frown. He had been ignoring her all day, he had made it clear he no longer wanted anything to do with her, and now he was pulling her away from another man – what did he want from her? “Why do you care? You’re not my boyfriend! You don’t even like me!” She exclaimed frustratedly.
Lando froze at her words, completely taken aback. He thought he had been very clear with his intentions from the start; he had spent the entire vacation flirting with her, paid for her food and drinks, pulled out her chair, touched her whenever she would allow him, and now she was accusing him of not liking her? She couldn’t be more wrong, or oblivious for that matter.
“What the hell makes you think that?” He demanded, moving closer. His eyes wide in frustration as he provoked her, trying to find out where it had gone wrong.
Y/N stuttered under his intense gaze, suddenly forgetting why exactly she had concluded that. “You… You always make fun of me, and—”
“What?” Lando interjected. Made fun of her? He had teased her, yes, but he had never humiliated her, had he? He began to doubt himself, but didn’t let it show.
“You know, for a short moment there I thought P was right; that you actually liked me, but I realise now I was stupid. You don’t like me, or you sure got over it quickly!” Y/n said with more confidence. She was done with this. The entire vacation had been awkward and weird and she needed clarity; she needed to suck it up and get it over with; finish whatever was going on, even if she got hurt or humiliated herself in the process.
“What are you talking about?” Lando asked confused. At least she had gotten the hint sometime this vacation, but moving on? He hadn’t attempted it, and he wouldn’t succeed if he tried.
“The girl you were dancing with? She’s pretty,” Y/N huffed.
Lando laughed at her – so she had been watching him, too? – and Y/N flushed in frustration. “The girl I was dancing with?”
She nodded.
“You think I care about her?” He asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief; as if her assumption was ridiculous. The way she acted – her arms crossed, and the pouty expression he loved so much – made it clear she was jealous, and Lando thoroughly enjoyed it; it was about time she returned the favour.
Y/N became defensive. “You seemed pretty into her. Yet, here you are, lecturing me about who I dance with, while you were—”
“You call that dancing?” Lando interrupted harshly, stepping closer again. “You were about to fuck in the middle of the dancefloor.”
Y/N gasps in offence. “I was not! I would never do that, I wasn’t going to go home with him! I don’t even know him, I—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lando’s lips had crashed onto hers, silencing her effectively. Her protest and apparent jealousy were enough reason for him to believe she liked him back; enough reason for him to risk it. Y/N’s body froze in surprise, but the moment she felt Lando’s lips move against hers, firm yet desperate, she relaxed in his strong hold. His hands glided over her body before one settled on her hip, pulling her closer, while the other slid behind her neck, guiding her deeper into the kiss.
Y/N’s mind was reeling, her heart pounding heavily as she gasped for breath when Lando suddenly pulled away, letting go of her body. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Before he could finish his apology, Y/N yanked him back by his shirt, cutting him off with her lips. Her fingers tangled in his curls, tugging softly as her other hand kept its tight grip on his shirt, as if she was afraid he’d try to pull away again.
Lando groaned softly against her lips, his hand sliding down her side again, his touch possessive yet gentle. He pulled her closer and pressed his hips into hers, a stark contrast to the gentle stroke of his thumb on her cheek.
Y/N lost herself in the moment, surrendering to the intensity of Lando’s kiss, her body responding to his every touch, every caress. At this moment, she would go along with whatever he wanted, enjoying it far too much to protest.
When the heat of the moment had worn off, Y/N finally pulled away, in desperate need of some fresh air. She leant her forehead against Lando’s, her eyes closed as she tried to process the situation. She’d kissed Lando, but what did this mean? Did he like her? Were they in a relationship now or would they go back to being friends tomorrow? She was incredibly confused, even more so than before.
Lando’s voice broke her train of thoughts. “We should… probably find Max and Pietra,” he muttered, softly squeezing her waist as if to wake her up from her thoughts. Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed from Lando’s penetrative gaze and, not to forget, the intense kiss.
Lando led her to the bar, hoping to get a better view of the club from there, maybe Max and Pietra would spot them there, too. His hand was back in its rightful place on Y/N’s back as he guided her through the club. A small, satisfied smile settled on her face at the feeling, but she wasn’t reassured just yet; they needed to talk.
“There you are!” Pietra exclaimed when they neared the bar, quickly pulling Y/N into a hug. Pietra eyed the girl suspiciously at the lack of distance between her and Lando but didn’t mention it right away. Although it was obvious something had happened, she wasn't entirely sure what – she would ask later, when they were alone.
Max was oblivious, however. “You guys good to leave? We want to head back to the hotel,” he said, sending a cheeky look and wink over to Pietra.
Y/N nearly gagged at the suggestive comment but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’re good to go,” she said, her eyes flicking to Lando’s for confirmation.
“Okay, let’s go,” Max uttered before heading the group in search of the exit. Lando walked ahead of Y/N, reaching his hand behind him for her to grab. He looked at her over his shoulder when it took too long, wiggling his fingers impatiently. Y/N blushed and grabbed his hand quickly, letting him guide her through the crowd.
The group entered one of the many taxis waiting outside the club. Max took the passenger’s seat as the rest settled in the back, Y/N in the middle. She could feel the gentle pressure and warmth of Lando’s hand on her bare knee as he rubbed slow circles into her skin. Pietra nudged her to catch her attention, nodding to Lando’s hand with a questioning look, only causing Y/N to blush more fiercely.
Pietra and Max quickly escaped to their room when they arrived at the hotel. If the sneaky kisses in the elevator were any indication of what was about to go down, Y/N was happy that their rooms weren’t next to each other.
Lando and Y/N slowly walked to their room, wanting to extend the moment before they had to face the reality of the situation.
“You okay?” Lando asked once they’d entered the room. His tone was soft and gentle, matching the reassuring hand rubbing her arm.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, so many thoughts running through my head right now. Like, what does this mean? You still haven’t confirmed that you like me too, and I don’t want this to be just a one-time thing, you know?” She admitted quietly, as if that would make the statement less intimidating.
“I like you, is that enough confirmation for you?” Lando said teasingly, yet lovingly. He couldn’t believe she still wasn’t sure about that after the kiss they shared. “And I don’t want that either,” he continued. “You think I would flirt with you for years just to have a one-time thing?” Lando questioned, his tone equally as soft as hers.
“No. But then again, I didn’t know you were flirting, I thought you were just making fun of me the entire time.”
Lando’s jaw hung slack at her comment, surprised at how bold she could be when she sounded so sweet. “Are you insulting my flirting now?”
“Hmm, maybe…” She said, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “Your name is perfect for it, Lando Norizz.” She giggled at her joke, and the fake offence Lando displayed.
“It worked though,” he protested.
“Just barely, it took a lot of intervention from P for me to realise you liked me.”
“Okay, I think that’s enough slander for tonight. Let’s go to sleep, hm?” Lando said, trying to distract her from making any more comments about his non-existent ‘rizz’.
She rolled her eyes, ready to protest, when he shut her up with a kiss. Not as firm and passionate as before, but sweet and adoring instead. She held his face gently, angling his lips to perfectly fit hers, before pushing him away.
Guys need y’alls help! This thing has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS now and I feel like it would flop so I just never continued writing😭 reblog ir comment if you think I should continue🫶🏼
If the world was ending
Summary: Lando and you have been dating for a little over two years now, seeming pretty happy together, but what if you’re not…? You wouldn’t call your relationship toxic, mostly because being a toxic relationship is your biggest fear and you just don’t want to have it true, but what if it is? Lando and you have been constantly fighting the past few weeks over stupid rumors the media has made up. Both of you are stubborn little shits so most nights ended up in Lando sleeping on the couch and you alone in your shared bedroom… maybe you’re not meant for each other like you both always thought…?
You’re sick of these stupid rumors you think to yourself, scrolling through your phone as you stumble across another one.
Y/N Y/L/N cheating on former boyfriend Lando Norris?
Just as you’re about to get that out of your head, Lando comes walking into the living room, looking furious. He slams his phone on the coffee table, opened the page you just saw.
“What the fuck is that?” He asks firmly, trying to keep his anger in check.
“That’s not true Lando and you know that.” You respond, getting up with a huff as you walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Don’t walk away and avoid the fucking problem!” He snaps, following you to the kitchen. “There’s literally a picture of you making out with someone that’s not me don’t even try to deny it.” He says, showing you a picture of ‘you’ kissing a dude in front of the Monaco club you were at a few weeks ago.
“that’s not even me Lando come on.”
“It’s literally you- you can see all your hair and- and your fucking face and everything the outfit!” He stutters out, a hundred percent convinced that that’s you.
“I’d know if I kissed someone else.” You respond with a little too much attitude than intended.
“There’s literally a picture of you kissing that dude don’t fucking lie!” He yells, throwing his phone onto the table.
You flinch at the thud and his shouts but don’t back down yourself. “So what you’re telling me you know exactly what happened that night by a shit photoshopped picture?! Bullshit!” You yell.
And here you two are again, yelling at each other’s faces when you were supposed to have a nice movie night instead. It pains you, and you’re aware of that, but you don’t want to lose this stupid argument, so backing down is not an option.
“This is not working anymore Lando…” you murmur under your breath.
“Yeah because you don’t Even fucking try to make things work!”
“Im doing everything I possibly can!”
He doesn’t respond for a moment, looking out of the kitchen window instead as if gathering his next words. “Well it doesn’t feel like it! Every fucking day we’re getting new rumor about either of us cheating and it hurts okay!?”
