Because why not after all.. I feel so shy and intimidated sharing this but I'm jumping. (This draft has been sleeping in my folder for like.... Almost a year omg)
Side node. i'm writing these little stories just for fun ! 🫶
for Lando ;
It was always you - excerpt
“There isn't. You're the best.” Lando replies, firm. But tender. Sincere.
You bite your lips, and you don't really know why you say it, but you say it : “Best.. Friend ?” You don't look at him first, but you don't hear him reply either.
Instead, Lando turns to you, and you can't process what happens in your body next. He steps closer, and kisses your cheek tenderly, before his thumb brushes where his lips pressed.
You don't say a thing, neither does he. But you see his eyes, darting from your eyes to your lips.
"You're just the best." He whispers. And you get lost in his eyes. You suddenly catch yourself wanting to kiss him, with hunger, yet softly.. Because you could only want to be soft around him. That's all he's ever made you feel.
His eyes are stuck on you.
"We should go back." He says, voice low. But his eyes are not leaving you. He's staring at you, and your heart almost throws out of your chest as you feel his warm breath on your lips, as his nose grazes yours, and his forehead close to rest on yours.
"Yeah, we should." You whisper, painfully trying not to bite the inner of your lip too hard.
But it was like gravity. Something unmeasurable, uncontrollable. His legs brush against yours, his chest rising and falling, yours as well.
"Lando.." Your breath catch when you feel his fingers lacing with yours.
for Max ;
Undeniable - excerpt (no-beta read)
"I thought we were good, that we were racing respectfully." You say, struggling to hold his look as he's slowly stepping toward you.
"Why do you hate me ?" You ask, almost in a whisper.
"I don't hate you."
You look into his eyes, and you see it's true. Your throat tighens. What could this mean, for your careers, for your respective teams. You know you can't afford to be distracted at the stage of the competition.
"I mean I would understand if you do. We're rivals, we're not supposed to like each other I know.. But.."
"I couldn't." He says, voice low, soft, caring. "I could never hate you."
Your eyes blink and your heart almost seizes as you see him close the distance between you. He walks slowly, yet pushed by something. Like he was attracted and he could do nothing about it.
His lips catch yours the second after, his hands cup your face, his fingers brushing softly your cheeks, barely touching your skin like if he did you could vanish the next second.
Storm in the heart - excerpt (no beta-read)
It's raining on the tarmac. You've landed in London, definitely. Max sees you frozen, seized by the winds, hooded and arms crossed against your chest, trying to keep the very last bits of warmth your body got. You were among the last people of the crowd to get in through the arrival doors when you felt his arm behind your back, gently pulling you against him. And it's like there's a force pulling you to him, unable to resist. You end up against him, wrapped in his arms, hesitantly, slowly bringing yours around his neck.
"You're freezing." He whispers against your hood. "You okay ?"
You could just nod at this point.
"Come, you'll catch something nasty." He grabs your wrist at first, gently, questioning. And then his hand descended to your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.
"Max.. Wh.. Where're we going ?"
He basically traced and walked the two of you until his car, fo the other side of the airport. He grabbed your bags ans stuffed them in the car.
"Max.."
"I'm driving you home."
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cheater!lando would stay out all night with some random girls in a club. but ditzy!reader would just welcome him home with that soft smile and big doe eyes. he simply hummed satisfied with what he sees and goes in the bathroom to freshen up. ditzy!reader is clueless in his infidelities. 
cheater!lando would purposely miss dinner so he could avoid ditzy!reader. poor girl would sit at the dinner table waiting. the roast she spent all day making turning cold as the seconds passed by. ditzy!reader would text cheater!lando but only get a one worded ; abbreviated, text. ‘otw’. but he wasn’t , he was somewhere on a yacht with random strangers he just met.
ditzy!reader would just wait for cheater!lando to come home. she simply sat at the dinner table, roast untouched , a bottle of wine is finished though. once cheater!lando walked in the door she would immediately stand up to heat up his food. ‘hi love! are you hungry? i made roast!’ lando huffed in response. ‘i’m good’. he simply walked into the bedroom and shut the door. ditzy!reader would simply follow her lover to bed.
cheater!lando coming home from a night out. he absolutely smelled strongly of another women’s perfume. though he knew that but he still had no shame and still sat next to you on the couch. ‘hey baby , you smell nice.’ ditzy!reader would complement with no bad thought in her clueless head. ‘a new fragrance?’ she questioned. cheater!lando simply nodded.
ditzy!reader would notice cheater!lando’s phone blowing up. ‘who’s that babe?’ cheater!lando quickly flipped his phone over. ‘nobody.’ ditzy!reader hummed in response. ‘you have been gone a lot lately. you are barely home.’ she frowned. cheater!lando brushed her off. ‘been busy.’ ‘that’s okay my love.’ poor girl has no clue what her ‘man’ has been doing.
Lando accidentally takes his anger out on you after a bad race result.
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You aren’t actually too sure what the original argument was about all you can seem to remember is lando storming through the front door and slamming his helmet down on your brand new dining table,
you’d gently asked him not to do that because it’s new and you don’t want to ruin it as soon as you get it
oh boy was that the wrong thing to say,
he then blew into this tangent about how nothing was going right and all he wanted was to come home to an “understanding girlfriend” and a “clean apartment”
that was the moment it blew into something way out of proportion
you shouted, he shouted , you said things and so did he
and now?
your sat in your car at a random dark car park because you couldn’t stay in that apartment with him any longer,
his words cut way deeper than he’d realised and it broke your heart because yes you knew he didn’t mean it and he was just nit picking the little things to take his anger out on but still it doesn’t soften the blow of his words.
<3
it’s 2am, your tired, your cold and your just mentally exhausted but still your pride got in the way and you still sat in the parking lot just staring into nothingness
you could feel your phone vibrating beside you but still you made no move to pick it up and see who it was because you already knew who it was,
your boyfriend,lando. who seems to have calmed down now and wants you to come home
even though he’d said “god i wish i still lived alone so everything would be how i want it”
that hurt more than you’d like to admit,
you sit there replaying the argument in your head feeling pangs of regret and guilt for the things you had said too
eventually you hear an all too familiar sound of a GT3 RS
landos GT3 RS to be exact
you roll you eyes slightly turning your head towards where the noise is coming from and notice him driving towards you
he then parks right beside you and steps out of his car to walk round to the drivers side of yours,
lando knocks on the window to grab your attention but you ignore him keeping your gaze on a tree that seems to have become very interesting
“baby please open the door i’m sorry” his voice is muffled from outside the car but you can still make out everything he’s saying
“y/n/n please i’m so sorry baby i didn’t mean anything i said”
“whatever i said was just heat of the moment and i regret it so much”
he keeps saying all these nice things but to no avail,
the only acknowledgement he gets is a slight turn of your head
“y/n please open the door i’m sorry” he tries one more time
still you don’t answer wanting him to know how you felt during the argument with him not paying any mind to what you were saying.
you hear him let out a huff before he turns around and goes back to his car
lando gives you one last look through the windows of both cars before pulling away and driving off into the darkness
<3
it’d been about half an hour since lando had left and you’d thought he’d just given up completely and gone home
boy were you wrong
just as your about to start driving yourself home you hear the noise of his car again
your heart jumps a little bit inside knowing he came back for you,
this time you turn your head fully towards where he had parked
to say you were shocked by what you saw was an understatement
lando had somehow found an open florist and brought a dozen red roses along with a plush bear that has “i’m sorry” written on a bandanna.
as he walks up to the car once again and tries the door handle
this time it’s open
he crouches down to be eye to eye with you and says
“y/n i am so sorry, what i said was completely out of line…you are the best thing that’s happened these last couple of years and i couldn’t think of living with anyone better”
the speech brings small tears to your eyes
for a moment you don’t respond, just holding eye contact before you speak
“thankyou for the speech…though…you really hurt me lan…but i forgive you”
your voice feels so loud in the quietness that surrounds you both
lando smiles and hands you the gifts
“now can we please go home?” he asks
you respond with a smile
“i’ll race you there”
<3
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Summary: Y/N doesn't know where she and Lando stand anymore. Their once-tight friendship soon started to tear at the seams.
Warning(s): just pure angst, Lando being toxic (sorry y'all), making out, Charles Leclerc incoming, depression, lack of self-worth
A/N : I can't help myself y'all ok 🥲 This one is gonna hurt, I'm sorry but also not sorry. Enjoy 🙂 (Written and inspired by Nessa Barrett's song Pins and Needles)
Hand on the stove, I barely feel it
And when I let go, I'm already healing
This was not how it was supposed to go.
How it was supposed to wind up.
Y/N didn't even know how she got herself into this situation.
Deep down, she knew exactly how she got herself into this situation, she just didn't want to admit to it.
It started when one drunk night at the club in Monaco led to her becoming tangled up in her best friend's sheets, whispering sweet nothings to one another. The sly touches as the sun crept through the blackout curtains the next morning.
That was when their situation bloomed. Things had become messier between Lando and Y/N.
Little did Y/N realize just how deep she had fallen for the man she had known almost her entire life. He was comfortable. Familiar. Trustworthy.
At the start.
Things at the beginning were smooth. Nothing but absolute lust, addiction, and hunger. It rose and rose, some moments almot becoming reckless.
They couldn't keep their hands off one another. From sneaking around the paddock, to the club bathrooms, to the bedroom next door to Max's. It became reckless. Animals in heat. The craving was insatiable.
The pair didn't know if the sneaking around made them this way, or the fact that it was supposed to be a forbidden relationship. Max would've had Lando's head. He'd have six feet under the ground.
She didn't mean to fall more in love with the boy. She thought it would be harmless. Her feelings would subside. Not do the complete opposite and skyrocket. The way he had begun to treat their little situationship as if they were together is what got her the most.
He made her feel like she was the only one.
Till he slowly became more sloppy. Bailing out on plans more often, leaving her high and dry while saying something came up. The distance became clearer. It was the late-night visits that were only making a daily appearance. No talking, just becoming tangled in the bedsheets.
Their friendship had begun to fade out, only turning into meaningless sex. At least that's what she believed.
She never understood why. What had she done for him to pull away slowly? What was she missing?
Y/N couldn't tell anyone, as she didn't have anyone she told about it. Not trusting a single soul to keep it quiet if things got tricky. Especially not when Max had no idea of what was happening behind closed doors.
When he began to ask why her mood had become more glum, as if she had almost faded. She just used the excuse of lack of sleep, or was just having one of those days.
He didn't question it, only gave her a lingering look, then didn't push further. He knew better.
It wasn't long till she found out why. Why Lando pulled away from her, let their friendship fade out, as well as their late night hookups.
They say your name, I don't even hear it
You dug your own grave, and nobody's grieving
The articles all read and show him with a new girl, a blonde model and actress. She was pretty. His type, too. He looked happy, a genuine smile on his lips as he looked at her.
That's when she noticed the way her chest tightened, crashed in on itself.
He had been seeing this girl, Magui, she thinks her name was, without saying a thing to her. She thought they were close enough that he would've been honest. He has never lied to her. In all the years she had known him, it wasn't something he did.
She remembered when she found out, she sat there trying to figure out what to say to him. Her first message sounded angry. Hurt, betrayed, lost, and confused.
Instead, she clicked the power button off, thinking it was best to not say a word. Instead, she let it fade away. Let him fade away.
There had been a day Y/N was at her brother's, sitting on the barstool while he cooked food with Pietra.
"Is she nice?" she asks, hinting at Lando's new girl. Max looked at her with an unsure gaze, shrugging his shoulders.
"From what I can tell, yeah," he answers. "Still a bit skeptical about her, though. About her past, mainly. Everything is still unclear about what happened between her and Luisna. Lando won't really talk about it."
She nods, deciding not to push any further, picking at the food on her plate.
"Have you heard from him lately?" Pietra asks this time. "I haven't seen you two around one another lately. Usually it's hard to pull you both away from the other," she tries to joke. Max looked back at his sister with just as curious of a look.
"You two haven't been talking?" he asks, Y/N just shrugs.
"Not really," she admits. "Always says something's come up. It's fine, I'm not gonna push it. He's happy."
Max looks at her with a little bit of shock on his face. "You two have been close for years. Closer than him and me, why would he just push you away?"
Y/N knew the real answer to it, but she couldn't give that away. As she knew Max would lose his shit if he knew. Lando would be lucky to leave the brawl with a head on his shoulders if Max found out.
So instead, the girl just shrugs. "Don't know. Just assumed maybe he doesn't want to make things look weird with his new girl. Probably doesn't want her to think anything else."
Max scoffs playfully at that, pouring his eggs onto his own plate. "Trust me, if there was more, I would've known. She wouldn't have had anything to worry about. He'd have a lot more to deal with if that were the case."
She just stays silent, Pietra sensing the awkwardness in the room, deciding to change the subject.
Shot my heart with Novacane
Ice-cold, cut off my blood flow
It had turned into hearing from Lando every other week, and maybe seeing him when he came to help with collabs for Quadrant. When the pair would be streaming with the other streamers, he wouldn't so much as acknowledge her in the chat.
It would be short answers if anything.
Her chest burned every time she made eye contact with him, the gazes between the pair always having something between them. Something she couldn't quite explain.
It wasn't until she had been dragged out to a race day with Max and P, that she could feel the need to hide away in a corner for the rest of her life.
She kept her distance whenever Lando would come around, the boy not missing the way she would excuse herself when he came by.
He should've known.
He caused the tension between them. He pulled back when he only wanted to get closer to her.
He found another girl while in denial of how deeply in love he was with his homeboy's sister, and his best friend. Magui was his way out. His escape from his reality. Even if it wasn't the right way.
He had to let Y/N go, even if it meant he couldn't be in her life anymore.
At least that's what he told himself.
You think you're important,, boy, I've got bad news
You're mean and you're boring, they'll all forget you
Y/N had been standing over by the motorhomes, sipping on the coffee in her hand, when she felt someone bump into her back. The sip had turned into a mess, dripping down onto her white tube top she wore on the hot day.
She turned around to meet the eyes of a familiar Monégasque man, who looked at her in horror. "Shit, Y/N I am so sorry," he nervously chuckles, his eyes seeing the new stain on her top. "I should've been more careful. I was so caught up in the conversation I-"
"Charles," she giggles, making him look at her. "It's okay. At least it wasn't a hot coffee, yeah?"
He snorts while rubbing the back of his neck. "Now that I definitely would've never heard the end of."
She chuckles. "You still won't hear the end of this one," she jokes, making him give her a genuine smile before chuckling back at her. He motions to her shirt.
"At least lemme help get you a new top? I can't bear the thought of you having to be stuck with explaining how the stain came about."
"Ahhh I see you want to protect your perfect image, I suppose?" she tuts playfully, making him widen his eyes.
"What? No I meant like it would probably be annoying having to say the story a thousand times, or you could get weird looks from people, or-"
"Oh my goodness, Charles! I'm joking," she laughs while putting her hands on his shoulders. She watches him visibly relax at her touch and her words, rubbing his hand over his face.
"Sorry, I just," he chuckles breathlessly. "You make me nervous, is all."
She raises her brows, a small smirk on her lips. "Oh, I do now?"
He rolls his eyes with a groan. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this."
She hums. "I didn't know I made the famous Ferrari driver nervous," she jokes while crossing her arms and giving him a knowing look.
His eyes flicker down from her eyes to her lips for a split second, then he smiles at her. "A little."
"A little?"
He purses his lips. "Okay a bit more than a little."
She laughs at his little confession, Charles pinching her waist as he pulls her with him. "You can give me shit later," he laughs. "But right now let's go get you changed into something that doesn't have a stain on it."
She lets him drag her along to the Ferrari paddock, in search of Rebecca and Carlos, knowing the WAG always had a backup set of clothing on her when need be.
Once Charles had found them, he explained the situation, watching as Rebecca lit up and happily said she'd lend a helpful hand.
Y/N followed the girl, keeping up the small talk as they made their way to the Ferrari motorhome, where Rebecca had a cute top waiting for Y/N.
She knew she wouldn't hear the end of it, the color of the top being a bright Ferrari red. It was a one-shoulder cropped tank top, the color sitting beautifully on her skin. Rebecca gave her a low whistle, causing Y/N to chuckle and roll her eyes.
"Red looks so good on you," she says, making Y/N shrug. Rebecca gives her a knowing look, but says nothing as the pair made their way back to the paddock.
Charles did a double take when she returned, his eyes taking in the red top that adorned her skin.
He smiled as he walked up to her. "Red is your color I think," he says, making her roll her eyes.
"Rebecca said the same thing," she answers, watching him nod. "She's never wrong."
Y/N thanks Rebecca one more time, alongside a hug. "Think about it," Rebecca whispers into the girl's ear before pulling away with a wink.
Charles then walks Y/N back over to the McLaren paddock where her brother and P sat. Max frowned at his sister. "I've been looking for you. Where did you run off to?" his eyes then dart to the new top she was wearing, then back to Charles. He gave Max a look.
"I bumped into her and thought I could help her get a new top," he explains. "I felt bad. So blame me for stealing her. Sorry, mate."
Max chuckles while nodding. "Of course it's a red top too," he jokes, Charles ears turning bright red, he puts his hands up in defense.
"Blame Rebecca for that one," he sputters, Max doing a once-over with a smug smirk while nodding slowly. "Uh-huh," Max trails off. "Well, thank you for helping her out," he says, a smug smirk only getting wider.
Charles nods curtly, before facing Y/N with a small smile, and squeezes her side. "Good seeing you, cherie," he mutters to her, kissing her cheek before he leaves her. Y/N realizing her side feeling slightly colder than it did when his hand was there.
She turns to watch him leave and head down the stairs, biting her lip without realizing it. Her head turns back to face her brother and Pietra.
The pair is staring at her with smug and knowing smiles. Max leans back in his seat, crossing his arms and clearing his throat.
Y/N squints her eyes at them. "What?" Watching her brother nod at her.
"Someone has a crush."
She scoffs at her brother. "You're reading into things," she chuckles while shaking her head.
Pietra laughs. "Oh, honey, no. You two were staring at each other like you want to-"
"Don't even say what you're going to say," Max whines, covering his face. "I don't need to hear that."
Y/N just laughs, pointing at Pietra. "You're wrong on top of that."
Pietra rolls her eyes with a smirk, and before she can argue further, Lando is seen walking up to the group, making Y/N want to fade away.
Lando sees her, only doing a double-take when he sees the color of her shirt, also realizing that this was indeed not the color she was wearing earlier. He slowly points at her shirt, Max chuckles.
"Dear old Ferrari man has a crush on my sister," Max admits, then points at her. "She's crushing on him as well."
"Maxwell!" Y/N hisses, watching him crack up. She doesn't miss the way Lando's facial expression drops, something unreadable in his expression.
"What d'you mean?" he asks slowly. Y/N groans while hiding her face.
"What he means," Pietra starts. "Charles spilled coffee on her and helped her get a new shirt. And apparently that was his chance to get her in red."
Lando's eyes snapped down to Pietra, Max just sitting there in a fit of giggles as his sister kicks his shin.
"He was just being helpful," Y/N grumbles. "Besides, Rebecca was the one who gave it to me. Not Charles."
Max looks back at her. "Sure, we know that," he says between laughs. "But the eye fucking you two were doing before he left said more than that. Especially that little kiss move-"
"He kissed you?" Lando cuts in, his tone sharp and stern. Max and Pietra look at him with certain looks. His head and eyes only focused on Y/N in that moment, who was now shifting on her feet with her arms crossed.
"It was just on the cheek," she rolls her eyes before glaring at Max. "Stop making it sound like he laid me out on the table or something," she hisses, making Lando choke on his spit while Max gagged.
"That's vile, do not ever say that again," he points at his sister with a disgusted look. "Second, I'm only saying it because I think you two would be good together."
That makes her eyes widen in shock, watching him put his hands up in defense.
"Say what now? I thought you said no racers."
He hums with a nod before pointing out to Lando. "Yeah, I said that mainly for that one," he says, missing how his mate clenched his jaw. "Charles, on the other hand? I hope it does happen. He's one of the good ones."
Y/N coughs awkwardly, not missing the way Lando scoffed at his best friend's words, mumbling something under his breath as he crossed his arms.
"Can we just change the subject, please? I'm not crushing on Charles, and I'm not going to date him."
Max gives her a knowing look before turning his gaze towards Lando. He frowns. "You good, mate?" he asks, watching as Lando snaps his gaze at Max. He nods curtly.
"Just don't care to hear about her sex life, you muppet. Charles is a player and only wants what he can't have," he admits, not missing the way Y/N glared straight to the side of his face. "Anyways, we're getting ready to start. I was gonna walk you lots to the club level."
Max nods before taking Pietra's hand to guide her. Lando kept his pace next to Y/N's, the girl not missing how his hand would brush against hers every so often.
She could see the gears turning in his head, clenching his jaw every so often, as if he was preventing himself from saying or doing something he might regret. Max and Pietra were further ahead of them, happily making their way to the balcony in the club level of the paddock, overlooking the racetrack.
"He can't give you what I can," the brit says next to her, causing her to snap her gaze at him with a frown. She scoffs.
"That's awfully daft, coming from you," she shoots back. "You ghosted me, remember? You don't have a say in my actions."
"Oh, so you are seeing Leclerc huh?"
She scoffs. "Go check on your girlfriend, Norris. The one you dropped me for."
He glares at her. "Y/N-"
"End of discussion, Lando."
She walks away, a part of her wanting him to grab her and pull her back. Show her she was his. Even if it was behind closed doors. The other part of her was happy he didn't. She wanted him to see that he couldn't have her. He missed the opportunity.
Don't call me your ex, 'cause I never met you
She kept close to her brother and P the entire race, zoning out the entire time the race went on.
Her mind didn't know what to think.
She missed Lando. She really did.
The other part of her though, was also pulling towards Charles.
Y/N couldn't tell if it was just because of how Lando reacted, or because of how she felt a new feeling whenever Charles was near her.
Or how she caught her stare lingering longer on Charles as he took P2. Or how his eyes found hers in the crowd, staring back at her, his smile becoming wider when he saw she was staring first.
It's all pins and needles, babe
I feel nothing for you, nothing for you
Now, here she stood, in the VIP section of the Monaco club after Lando placed P1 at his home race.
She had a drink in her hand, pretty sure the glass could break under her grip. Her eyes did not leave the way his hands and body moved with the blonde on the dancefloor.
At this point she couldn't tell if she was jealous, or pissed off. Or both.
She watched as his hands moved along her body, how his lips never left her body as they danced. He looked like a wet dream.
"You hold onto that glass any tighter, it's gonna shatter and cut up that pretty hand," a familiar French accent says next to her. Her eyes snap out of the daze, turning to see Charles taking the spot next to her.
He nods at her slowly. "You alright, cherie?" he asks her, making her laugh to herself before spinning a finger around the rim of her glass.
"Honestly, I don't know," she admits, looking back at his confused frown. "Can I be honest?"
"Always."
She sighs. "I had been seeing this guy. We weren't anything exclusive, but at the same time, it felt like it. Then out of nowhere, he just stops. No explanation, no excuses, nothing. Just drops me like I'm nothing," she explains, letting a bitter chuckle leave her lips.
"Then I found out it's because he had another girl. I don't even know how long. It was just out of the blue, and I guess I shouldn't have been as upset as I was about it. But I can't help it."
Charles takes in every word she's saying, nodding and humming at the appropriate times.
"It burns my chest seeing them, seeing him, act like I never even mattered," she admits. "But then, I began to realize something else. There's this other guy. I didn't even realize I felt good around him. Like I could relax around his presence. Forget about why I was so hurt about the other guy," she explains, not even realizing how easy it had become to open up to Charles.
The way his expression showed no judgment. No sense of uneasiness as she spoke. Just a genuine expression that showed he was listening to her.
"And part of me wanted this guy I was seeing," she says more to herself. "But a bigger part of me really wants this guy that makes me feel seen. Heard."
Charles nods at her, taking a sip of his drink. "You alright if I give you my advice?" he asks cautiously.
She nods. "Always," she copies his words, making him grin at her.
He points at Lando. "He's an idiot for letting you go," he admits, watching her face contort to confusion, and then to shock before shaking her head.
"I didn't- How did-"
He laughs at her, stepping closer. "It's not hard to see. You two weren't as slick as you thought," he admits, Y/N feeling her face begin to heat up.
"I'm sorry," she admits with a sigh, looking down at her now-empty glass. "I didn't mean to sound like that. I just- I didn't have anyone I trusted to talk to."
"And I'm just easier to talk to? Someone you trust?" he asks her, leaning his elbow on the bar behind them, a knowing smirk on his lips. She snaps her head to him.
As she was about to say something, he stood up straight, walked to stand in front of her, and took the glass from her fingers. She doesn't miss the way his fingers brush hers, goosebumps rising on her skin. He places the glass on the mahogany behind them, his eyes lowering to her own. She gulps as she watches his smirk widen just slightly, while he places both hands on the bar behind her, caging her in. His face was dangerously close to hers, the Monégasque not missing the way her breaths came out shaky.
"As for this other guy," he starts, his tone lower. Darker. "I think he's very worth your time. He wouldn't make you feel like Lando did. He'd take care of you. Treat you right. Show you how a woman like you should be worshipped."
Y/N feels her pulse quicken. "Besides," he mutters, bringing his lips closer to her own. "If you're choosing between two people, choose the second. Because if you really did like the first option, you wouldn't have fallen for the second."
That got Y/N's insides churning, knowing deep down Charles was right. He was so right.
He chuckled darkly as he watched his chest rising and falling quicker after he said that, placing his lips closer to her ear as he placed a light kiss against the lobe. "The second guy also just really wants to be selfish," he admits.
Y/N smiles slowly at his words, letting herself indulge slowly with Charles. She lets out a gasp as she feels his lips planting feather-light kisses from her jawline, down to her neck and her collarbone.
She finally trails her hands up his button-up, slipping underneath the half-open shirt, slithering to rest on the bare skin of his back just before it meets the crook of his neck. His head leaves her neck, bringing his head closer to her own.
"So this other guy," she says breathlessly. "You think he'd worship me, huh? Show me how worth it I am?"
He hums with a nod, kissing the corner of her lips. Y/N found herself craving more, her body aching for his own against hers. Skin to skin.
"He'd do more than just that," he chuckles against her jaw. "He'd take his time with you. Show you exactly how a woman like you should be appreciated. Till you're shaking."
Y/N lets out a breathless moan at that, one of her hands finding his hair. "Spoil you to death. Treat you like the absolute Queen you are."
Charles brings his head back up to really look at her. Y/N staring back into his own eyes, flicking down to his lips for a split second. "Charles," she says softly, earning a hum from him. "Kiss me please."
That's all it took for Charles to take her jaw in his hands, placing a passionate and messy kiss on her lips. Their teeth clashed, tongues messily battling against one another as she kissed him with such need. Such obsession.
The more they kissed, the more they craved one another. Charles let his hands fall from her jaw to her hips, pulling her lower body into his.
Lando was long forgotten in Y/N's mind. He was the last thing she was thinking of; she could forget his name if Charles kept up the way he touched and kissed her.
Little did she realize, Lando was now frozen in his spot on the floor. His eyes darkened. He glared as he watched the girl his heart yearned for, and the guy who was going to be six feet under if looks could kill.
He could tell it wasn't just for show either. She really wanted Charles. Charles wanted her.
He only knew that because of how she was kissing Charles, it was the way she used to kiss him. His heart hurt, chest tightened. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene across the club.
Magui was long forgotten in that moment, Lando realizing he lost the girl he wanted most.
He should've known.
Y/N whines at the loss of Charles' lips when he pulls back, the man looking down at her blown-out state. Her lips swollen as her eyes look up at him with a knowing look.
"What do you say, cherie?" he says slowly, watching her slowly smile.
"I think I'm open to giving this other guy a chance," she jokes, watching him bite his lip to hide the big ear to ear smile that was forming.
He leaned down to kiss her once more, before breaking away and lacing a hand with hers.
Charles began to lead her away from the bar, his gaze locking with Lando's as they passed by.
He didn't miss the way Lando slightly mouthed a 'what the fuck' at his friend, a glare in his direction. Charles held his head up high, smirking at Lando, giving him a sly little wink before he turned his attention to Y/N.
Lando saw the way her eyes looked up at Charles, like she finally felt happy. At ease in his presence. Like she had forgotten Lando existed in that moment. She probably did, and that hit him like a truck.
He watched as Charles placed his other hand on her lower back to help keep her next to him as they pushed through the crowd, making sure not to lose her as they headed out.
Lando didn't even excuse himself from Magui, earning a shocked squeak from her as she watched him rush away from the dancefloor.
Lando scurried past everyone and towards the front entry, pushing past the people who were trying to congratulate him as he passed by.
He didn't give a single fuck about any of them, his mind only thinking about her.
Please. Don't go home with him
His mind begged, wishing she could read minds. Read his.
The way he knew he was already way too late. Months too late.
Once he had gotten outside, he had seen Charles shutting her door before turning to thank the valet workers. His eyes flicked twice over to Lando's state. Trying his best to hide the winning smirk as he saw the disheveled state of the British man.
Charles looked back at his car towards her window, before looking back at Lando. He walked up to him, Lando's gaze hardening as he got closer.
"Don't," Lando warns him.
Warning him to not cross this line. To not take the girl that Charles knew he was so in love with, not take her home. He didn't like this feeling. He hated it.
That's when he realized what it was.
Lando Norris was jealous. He was jealous beyond words.
He never gets jealous.
Not until now.
Charles chuckles at him, patting his shoulder. "Lando," he chuckles. "You ruined your chances. Give her the chance to finally be happy, hm?"
He shook his head. "You can't give her what I can give her."
Charles bites his lower lip before speaking. "That's the point," he begins. "I wouldn't treat her like shit, like you did. I'll give her everything she deserves, and more. Not give her nothing, like you gave her."
That made Lando feel like he had been shot in the chest.
“I won’t ever let her feel or think she’s only good for one thing,” Charles adds, giving Lando a knowing look. Lando’s face drops slightly, then frowns. “I’m going to show her she’s worth more than she could ever imagine. Because she is.” Charles admits, a genuine look in his eyes.
Lando doesn’t know what to say in that moment. He felt defeated.
Because part of him knew (all of him knew) that Charles was good for her. He wouldn’t treat her anything lower than the Goddess she was.
Lando just hated that it wasn’t him.
Charles pats him on the shoulder. "Goodnight, mate," he says before walking away and getting into the car. Lando watched as the pair drove off into the night. Something was burning inside Lando's chest. Burned in his eyes.
Tears.
Jealousy.
Need.
Y/N smiled to herself as Charles and she drove along the roads, his hand gently on her thigh while hers rested on top of his.
Her phone buzzed, not once, not twice, but three times. This caused her to pick it up and look down at it. She thought she would feel something, anything, as she read the messages.
Please, don't go with him. I'm so in love with you
Come back to me, I'll be better. It hurts to see you not with me. Hurts to see you happy with him. I'll prove myself. I'll do better, for you
It's always been you
Y/N takes a deep breath as she begins to type with her free hand.
Your time ran out. A long time ago, Lando. It's time I let myself be happy.
Goodbye Lando
With that, she turned her phone off and looked over at Charles. His eyes gazed back at her, nothing but admiration as he stared at her.
"You okay?" he asks softly. She takes a moment before nodding.
Summary: The holidays bring unexpected reunions, stirring up memories you thought were long behind you. As snow falls and emotions rises, you are reminded that sometimes the season isn't about what you planned—but about the surprises that lead to something more.
Warnings/Themes: slight angst, very warm fluff, second chance romance (?) (let me know if i missed any! English isn't my first language)
Word Count: 1.5k
Author's note: Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays here's an early gift for you. Hope you guys enjoy this one, something different from angst for once. I should really start writing for other people, but i dreamt of Lando last night 🤷♀️ anyways hugs and kisses to everyone.
You adjusted the strap of the overstuffed gift bag on your shoulder, balancing a smaller box in your other hand. The icy December air nipped at your nose, but the cold did little to dampen your excitement. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks—Pietra always went all out decorating for Christmas, and you couldn’t wait to see her.
The plan was simple: drop off the gifts, catch up with Pietra for a few minutes, and then head off to finish your errands. Even though you were flying out for a winter vacation tomorrow, you’d insisted on squeezing in time for this visit. Spending a bit of the holidays with one of your closest friends was too important to pass up.
The door swung open before you could knock.
“Hey, look who it is!” Max grinned, stepping aside to let you in. The warmth of the apartment hit you immediately, along with the faint hum of Christmas music and laughter from inside.
“Hey, Max!” you said brightly, already looking past him for Pietra. “Where’s P?”
“Right here!” Pietra called, appearing from around the corner. Her face lit up when she saw you, and she hurried over to wrap you in a tight hug.
“You didn’t have to come all this way,” she said, but the warmth in her tone betrayed her words.
“Of course, I did,” you replied with a grin. “I couldn’t miss seeing you before Christmas. And I brought presents!”
Max raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Presents? You’re making us look bad.”
“I doubt that,” you teased, handing Pietra the overstuffed bag.
But before you could say more, a familiar voice floated in from the living room. It was light, teasing, and completely unmistakable.
Lando.
Your breath caught in your throat as you glanced toward the couches. The living room was filled with Max’s friends—Will was sprawled across one side of the couch, laughing loudly at something Niran was saying. But sitting at the edge of the group, holding a beer and smiling softly, was Lando Norris.
You hadn’t seen him in months, not since the two of you had broken up.
Pietra must have noticed your sudden tension because she frowned slightly. “I should have warned you,” she whispered. “I didn’t think you’d run into him.”
You shook your head quickly, pasting on a polite smile. “It’s fine,” you said, though your pulse betrayed you.
As if on cue, Lando glanced over. His gaze met yours, his smile faltering for just a moment before he gave you a small, almost uncertain nod.
“Hey, come say hi!” Max urged, motioning toward the group.
You cleared your throat, taking a step back toward the door. “Actually, I didn’t realize you guys were here. I just wanted to drop off your gifts, but I really need to head out. I’ve got more stops to make, and I’m leaving early tomorrow for my trip.”
“Oh, come on,” Will called from the couch, grinning. “Stay a bit! It’s Christmas.”
You forced a light laugh. “I wish I could, but I’m on a tight schedule. Piet, can you help me grab something from my car? There’s a few more gifts I forgot to bring in.”
Pietra hesitated, clearly wanting to say something, but nodded. “Of course.”
-🎄-
The cold air outside was a welcome reprieve as you and Pietra reached your car. You opened the trunk, pulling out two small packages for Will and Niran and holding a third in your hands. Your grip tightened on the last one as your heart sank.
It was Lando's.
You’d bought it months ago, back when everything felt easy between you. The Cooking Mama game had been a nod to one of your inside jokes—about how he always insisted he’d make a better chef than you despite never stepping foot in a kitchen. You’d pictured him laughing when he opened it, teasing you about how thoughtful you were.
But life had a way of changing plans.
Pietra’s eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at the package in your hands. “That’s for him, isn’t it?”
You sighed, nodding. “Yeah. I bought it before we broke up.”
“You should still give it to him,” she said gently.
You shook your head. “No. It doesn’t feel right.”
Pietra gave you a small, knowing smile. “Sometimes the right thing doesn’t feel easy. But it’s Christmas—you never know what might happen.”
You hesitated, weighing her words. But before you could decide, the apartment door opened, and Max stuck his head out.
“Hey, everything okay out here?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said quickly, passing one of the gifts to Pietra and keeping the others in your arms. “Just finishing up.”
After a round of goodbyes inside, you finally escaped back into the cold evening, your chest heavy with unresolved emotions. As you drove away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice in walking away.
-🎄-
Days later, the mountain air was crisp and cool as you zipped your jacket, your breath visible in the frosty air. The ski resort was picturesque, blanketed in snow and bustling with holiday travelers.
You hadn’t expected to run into anyone familiar here, which was why the sight of Lando standing by the lodge hit you like a shock of cold water.
He noticed you almost immediately, his face a mix of surprise and determination as he crossed the snowy path toward you.
“Hey,” he said softly, his cheeks pink from the cold—or maybe from nerves.
“Hey,” you replied, your voice cautious.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “I thought you’d be halfway across the world by now.”
“Change of plans,” you said lightly. “I needed some quiet.”
He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face. “Can we talk?”
Your first instinct was to refuse, to keep walking. But something in his voice—earnest, almost hopeful—made you pause.
“Okay,” you said finally.
-🎄-
An hour later, you were sitting together by the fireplace in the lodge, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in your hands.
“I never got to thank you for the gift,” Lando said suddenly, pulling something out of his bag. It was the Cooking Mama game, the wrapping paper still torn at the edges.
You blinked, startled. “How—?”
“Pietra,” he said, smiling faintly. “She said you’d never forgive her, but she thought I needed to see it.”
You felt your cheeks heat, your heart pounding in your chest. “I bought it months ago,” you admitted. “Before everything… fell apart.”
Lando looked at the game, then back at you. “It’s perfect. But you always knew me better than anyone.”
You looked down at your hands, unsure of what to say.
“I miss you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet but steady. “And I don’t just mean the jokes or the little things. I miss *us*. And if there’s even the smallest chance we can get that back…”
Your heart twisted as you met his gaze. “I don’t know, Lando. What if—”
“What if we get it right this time?” he interrupted gently.
For a long moment, you just stared at him, the warmth of the fire softening the edges of your hesitation.
“Okay,” you said finally, your lips curving into a small smile.
-🎄-
That night, Christmas Eve, the two of you sat together in your cabin, playing Cooking Mama and laughing like you hadn’t in months. Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the world in quiet peace, but inside, your heart felt lighter than it had in a long time.
It wasn’t the Christmas you had planned, but as Lando smiled at you, his hand brushing against yours, you realized it was exactly what you needed.
Summary: You haven’t felt this kind of ache in years. As memories of your relationship with Lando resurface, the lines between love and loss blur, leaving you grasping at the emotions you thought you’d buried. With every lyric you write, you’re pulled deeper into the bittersweet realization of what was—and what will never be.
Based on "the apartment we won't share by NIKI"
Themes/Warnings: angst (ofc), commitment issues??, no comfort, singer!reader, daddy and mommy issues (lando prolly doesn't have daddy issues but let's pretend pls) (Please let me know if I missed anything)
Word count: 1.1k
Author's note: Hello!! im so proud of this one i really hope everyone likes it. Please let me know what you think! Also if you want to suggest new drivers, characters, or new genres Ill try to make one for them, even though i only write once every two months HAHAH please feel free to ask <3 Anyways hope you enjoy!
The candle flickered on the desk as you stared at the half-filled notebook in front of you. The melody played faintly in the background, guiding the flow of your pen. Words scratched their way onto the paper, raw and unfiltered, each line peeling back the layers of a love that once felt indestructible. A love that belonged to you and Lando.
Two years ago, you had walked away from the man who, for a time, had been your entire world. The memories came rushing in as you tried to put them into lyrics, their weight settling in your chest.
The apartment we won't share.
I wonder what sad wife lives there.
Have the windows deciphered her stares?
Do the bricks in the walls know to hide the affairs?
You remembered the day you went apartment viewing with Lando. It was a sunlit afternoon, and the air buzzed with excitement as the two of you dreamed about building a life together.
“This one’s perfect,” Lando had said, his voice echoing in the spacious open floor plan.
You weren’t alone at the viewing. A couple—a woman with tired eyes and her distracted husband—wandered the space, too. The wife’s stares lingered on the window, and the unspoken tension between them was palpable.
When you and Lando got home that evening, he joked, “I swear, if we ever get like that, just put me out of my misery.”
You laughed, nudging his side. “Deal. Though you’re too busy to turn into a grumpy husband anyway.”
The irony cut deeper now. You hadn’t seen it then, but that couple was a reflection of what you and Lando were becoming—two people holding on to a love they couldn’t maintain.
The dog we won’t have is now one I would not choose.
A flash of warmth filled your chest as you thought about the day you met Charles’ dachshund, Leo.
“Now this is a dog,” Lando had said, crouching down to let Leo excitedly sniff his hand. “When we get one, it’s gotta be just like him—small, but full of personality.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You mean stubborn and impossible to train?”
“Exactly,” Lando replied, grinning as Leo flopped onto his back for belly rubs.
The idea of a dog—a small, tangible piece of the future you were trying to build—felt so easy back then. But now, even the thought of it was bittersweet.
The daughter we won’t raise still waits for you.
You wiped at your eyes, forcing yourself to stay present. The memory of late-night talks with Lando replayed like a broken record.
“I want a little girl someday,” he’d confessed once, his voice soft with vulnerability. “She’d be a daddy’s girl. Spoiled rotten.”
You had smiled, nodding along. You wanted to want the same thing, but deep down, you weren’t sure if you ever saw yourself as a mother. You had never told him that, though. Maybe you should have.
The girl I won’t be is the one that’s yours.
I hope you shortly find what you long for.
The breakup came rushing back, a scene you had replayed a thousand times in your head. It was late at night, and the exhaustion of trying to keep the relationship alive had worn you both thin.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you had said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Lando’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. “I know.”
You wanted to be angry, to yell at him for not fighting harder. But deep down, you both knew the truth—you had drifted too far apart. You cupped his cheek, a sad smile on your lips. “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Lando.”
The filthy joke that won’t
Burrow in the corner of your
Smirking lips, I mourn it to this day.
A laugh escaped your lips as you thought about the gala. You could still see the way Lando leaned in, whispering a dirty joke in your ear that was so wildly inappropriate for the setting.
Your cheeks had burned, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scold him. Not when he looked at you with that stupid grin, his dimples on full display. You had never loved anyone more in that moment.
The story we won’t tell
Is my greatest fantasy.
The passion I won’t feel again
Isn’t lost on me.
You paused, letting the pen hover over the page. The weight of regret settled heavily on your shoulders. You had loved him deeply, even as the relationship unraveled. And now, the thought of never feeling that kind of love again terrified you.
The son you never wanted
Is the wound your father left.
And the mother I won’t be is
Probably for the best.
Your mind drifted back to one of your many late-night talks. Lando had opened up about his childhood, his compilcated relationship with his father. “I don’t think I’d know how to be a dad to a son,” he had admitted.
You hadn’t realized it then, but that fear had mirrored your own doubts about being a mother. Maybe that was why you had hesitated to dream too big about a family with him.
Your demons I won’t meet
Now someone else’s word to keep.
I’m sure she’s beautiful and sweet.
The song was nearly done when your phone buzzed on the desk. You picked it up, and the screen illuminated with a headline: Lando Norris and Fiancée Announce Engagement.
Your breath hitched, but you couldn’t look away. The woman in the photo was stunning, her smile radiant as she stood beside him. He looked happy—happier than you had seen him in years.
You closed the notebook, staring at the final line you had written:
Not what I wanted, but what we need.
The song was finished, but the story wasn’t just about you and Lando anymore. It was about letting go, about making peace with the love you had lost. You set the notebook aside, exhaling deeply.
Some endings weren’t tragic. They were just necessary.
Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader, Lando Norris x Noah
Words: 1165
Request: Mae and Noah being with there mum all the time really gets landos attention when hes home and trying to do something and Noah is saying something abou how he will get mum becase she knows how to do it. And Lando relises, while he is there for stuff he feels like he's missing out and doesnt want to be an outsider in his own family where his kids always go to mum. So he decides to stay at home more then he was before.
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Lando Norris was used to the sound of engines, the smell of burnt rubber and the constant buzz of a big crowd. It was his world - where every second counted and every decision could make or break a race. But today, as he watched his children from the sidelines of a small suburban playground, he found himself feeling a different kind of pressure.
The playground was busy but Lando’s focus was solely on his family. His wife, Y/N, was sitting on a bench, surrounded by a pile of snacks, water bottles and an assortment of toys that seemed to appear out of thin air. Lando admired her effortless ability to manage it all while he was away.
Noah was up on the monkey bars, trying to swing across. He was determined but clearly struggling. Lando approached, ready to help, but Noah looked at him with frustration in his eyes.
“Dad, I can’t do it,” Noah said, a hint of tears in his eyes. “Can you get Mom?”
Lando was taken aback. “Why do you want Mom? I can help you.”
Noah shook his head. “Mom knows how to do it.”
Lando watched as Noah scrambled down and ran to Y/N, who was effortlessly juggling Maebry’s requests for juice and snacks. When Noah reached her Y/N immediately stood up, smoothing her skirt and walking over to the monkey bars. With a few gentle words and a bit of guidance she had Noah back up and swinging in no time.
Lando’s heart sank a little. He was glad Y/N was there to support their children but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing out on something important. This was the kind of moment he should be part of, yet here he was, a spectator in his own family’s life.
A few weeks later the Norris family had decided to spend it baking in their cozy kitchen. Lando had been looking forward to this family activity. It was one of those rare moments when he was home and he wanted to make it special for Noah and Maebry.
Y/N had set up the kitchen with ingredients for baking cookies. Flour dusted the counters and the sweet scent of vanilla and sugar was in the air. Noah and Maebry were both excited and Lando was ready to dive into the fun, wearing a flour-dusted apron that he thought made him look like a pro.
The cookie dough was mixed and it was time to roll it out and cut it into shapes. Lando, eager to contribute, took over the rolling pin, showing off his technique with exaggerated flourishes. Maebry, sitting in her little chair, clapped excitedly and Noah cheered his dad on and soon the two men of the house were ready for the most important part. But as they began cutting out the cookie shapes Noah ran into trouble. The dough kept sticking to the cookie cutter, causing his shapes to come out misshapen.
Lando tried to help, adjusting the dough and demonstrating how to properly cut out the shapes but no matter what he did Noah’s frustration only seemed to grow. His little face turned red and he let out a sigh of exasperation.
“Dad, it’s not working,” Noah said, his voice tinged with irritation. “Can we get Mom?”
Lando paused, surprised and a bit hurt. He glanced over at Y/N, who was busy arranging the cookie trays and managing Maebry’s attempts to “help” by sprinkling flour everywhere.
Y/N looked up from her task and saw Noah’s distress. With a smile that was both soothing and encouraging she walked over to her son. “What's the problem, sweetie?”
Noah explained his trouble with the dough and Y/N took the cutter from him with a calmness that Lando admired. With a few quick adjustments she demonstrated how to properly flour the cutter and gently press it into the dough. She guided Noah’s hands through the process a few times and soon his cookie shapes were coming out perfectly.
Lando stood back, feeling a bit disappointed. He had wanted to be the one to solve the problem, to show his kids that he could handle the situation. Instead it was Y/N who swooped in and made everything right.
Later that night, as Lando and Y/N lay in bed, he couldn’t help but bring it up. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”
Y/N turned to face him, her expression soft and concerned. “What’s on your mind?”
“It’s about Noah and Maebry,” he began hesitantly. “I noticed that they always seem to turn to you for everything. I feel like I’m missing out on being a real part of their lives.”
Y/N’s eyes softened. “It’s not that they don’t want you, it’s just that they’re used to me being here all the time. You’re gone so much and I guess they’ve learned to rely on me more.”
Lando nodded, understanding what she was saying but he was still a bit sad. “I don’t want to be just a visitor in their lives. I want to be the dad they can count on.”
“You are a great dad, Lando,” Y/N reached out and took his hand. “The time you do spend with them is incredibly special. Maybe we can find ways to balance things better. When you’re home we can make it more intentional. Spend quality time with them, do things together and gradually they’ll start seeing you as their go-to too.”
“I’d like that. I want to make the most of the time I have with them.”
Over the next few weeks Lando made a conscious effort to be more present during his time at home and have as many of his meetings in Monaco so he could spend more time with his family. He took on more of the daily routines, like bedtime stories and weekend activities. He started to actively engage in their interests, from playing more with Noah to taking care of Maebry. Slowly, he noticed a shift. His children began to turn to him more, not just for fun but for support and guidance as well.
One morning when they all were at the park Noah fell off his bike and scraped his knee. Without hesitation Noah reached out for Lando, his small hand seeking comfort.
“Dad, can you help me?” Noah asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Lando crouched beside him, examining the scrape and offering a comforting smile. “Of course, buddy. Let’s get you patched up.”
As he gently cleaned the scrape and bandaged it he realized how much this moment meant to him. It was a small moment but it felt like a big step towards becoming the kind of father he wanted to be. He looked up at Y/N, who was watching with a proud smile and knew that while he might be gone often, the love and effort he put into their time together would make all the difference.
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AN: Anon, I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶
