Rating: general audiences (no mature content in this specific chapter)
Warnings: none
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Narrative: The Final Laps
The VIP hospitality suite was dead silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jacqueline stood right against the glass glass window, her hands gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles were white.
Beside her, Kika was chewing on her lip, watching the live timing screen. Pierre had unfortunately suffered a puncture earlier in the race, forcing him to retire the car, which meant he was now standing right behind them, analyzing every corner.
"Five laps to go," Pierre muttered, his eyes glued to the leaderboard. "Lando is completely destroying his rear tires trying to defend against Leclerc. If he can just hold the apex at turn six, he’s got the podium secured."
Jacqueline’s heart was hammering against her ribs.
Before this weekend, she didn't care about tire compounds, sector times, or podium finishes. But now? Seeing how much effort, sweat, and sheer danger went into every single turn, she was completely captivated. And knowing Lando was doing all of this with a cheeky promise on his mind made her stomach do nervous backflips.
"Lap 78 of 78!" the commentator’s voice boomed through the speakers. "Chequered flag is waved... and Max Verstappen wins the Monaco Grand Prix! But crossing the line right behind him, putting on a defensive masterclass... is LANDO NORRIS IN P2!"
The entire McLaren garage below them erupted into absolute madness, mechanics jumping onto the pit wall barriers and screaming.
Jacqueline let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding for two hours, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across her face. She jumped up and down with Kika, hugging her tightly.
"He did it!" Kika cheered, laughing. "Jacqui, he actually kept P2!"
"He did," Jacqueline beamed, looking down at the track where Lando was currently parking his car on the front straight, stepping out onto the chassis and waving his fists in the air.
User1: NORRIS PODIUM IN MONACO LETS GOOOO 🎉
kikagomes: Brilliant drive!!! 🥂🥳
jacquieleroix: Congratulations @lando !! Incredibly well deserved 👏✨
— lando: @jacquieleroix contract signed. i expect to see that orange outfit very soon. 😉🧡
— User2: OH MY GOD HE REPLIED INSTANTLY LMFAO
— User3: He didn't even dry off from the champagne before checking her comments 💀💀
Direct Messages: lando —> jacquieleroix
Narrative: The VIP Lounge
The bass from the speakers was vibrating straight through the floorboards of the club, a rhythmic pulse that matched the high-octane energy still lingering over Monte Carlo. The exclusive VIP lounge was packed to the brim with drivers, models, and royalty, but the second Jacqueline walked through the velvet ropes alongside Kika, a few specific heads turned.
Lando, who had been listening to an engineer talk about tire degradation strategies for the next race, completely lost his train of thought. His eyes locked onto the burnt-orange dress. A slow, dimpled grin broke across his face.
"Alright, mate, I'll catch you later," Lando muttered, completely abandoning the conversation as he navigated through the crowded lounge straight toward them.
"Look who actually kept her word," Lando said, stepping into her space. Up close, the crisp scent of his cologne completely cut through the club's heavy atmosphere. He leaned in slightly, his eyes scanning her outfit with an approving smirk. "I have to say, mademoiselle, orange is definitely your color."
Jacqueline laughed, smoothing down the silk of her dress. "I am a woman of my word, Norris. Your mechanics looked entirely too terrifying for me to break a contract with McLaren."
"Just the mechanics?" Lando teased, stepping a fraction closer, his hand casually finding the small of her back to guide her away from the bustling walkway. "Not worried about breaking a promise to me?"
"You're far less intimidating than a pit crew," she shot back playfully, though her heart did a familiar, fast-paced flutter at the warmth of his hand through the silk of her dress.
"Oh, really? We'll see about that," Lando chuckled, tilting his head toward the shifting lights of the dance floor. "The night is young, and if I recall correctly, we still have some unfinished negotiations from earlier."
Direct Messages: lando —> jacquieleroix
User1: THE DRESS?? SHE ACTUALLY WORE IT OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE TOGETHER OUTTA THE WAY 😭
User2: Pierre Gasly really is the ultimate matchmaker of the paddock lmfao
User3: Look at how he’s looking at her omg he is completely gone, RIP Lando Norris focus era 💀💀
User4: She looks so beautiful wow... McLaren needs to sign her as a permanent brand ambassador immediately.
Direct Messages: lando —> jacquieleroix
Group Chat: 2019 rookies!!! (+Oscar close enough)
Direct Messages: jacquieleroix —> lando
User1: HE FLEW THE JET TO PARIS JUST TO PICK HER UP??? lines have been crossed, this is not a drill 😭😭😭
User2: The white and yellow cashmere lounge set... she looks so effortless while Lando looks like a excited golden retriever carrying her bags lmfao
User3: Oscar Piastri is probably sitting inside that jet right now completely third-wheeling. Someone check on him. 💀
User4: if he doesn't win in montreal after all this manifesting i will never let him live it down.
Text Messages: oscarpiastri — lando
BLAIR RADIO 27: Check, check, 1-2... is this thing on? 🎤
episode twooo!! already making episode 3 as we speak. hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as i did. don’t forget to like and reblog!! peace out. 🏎️💛
notes: hiiii. this chapter is a little short and I’m sorry but I just had so many ideas but for some reason couldn’t write them down?? I’m not sure how that works. but anyways I hope you guys enjoy. I’m still taking recommendations, so please reach out! also if there are any critiques or comments about my writing, you can educate me but in a nice way please! xx
You stood there, mouth slightly open, just staring at lando. You cleared your throat as soon as you noticed your expression and shook your head slightly in disbelief. In your head, you kept repeating: treat him like a normal person. This thought obviously wasn’t working because you haven’t said anything in over a minute of standing here. Finally, you said something. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting dinner.” He shrugged. Your eyes glanced towards the man he was with. Max Fewtrell. His best friend. You did notice it was him at first because your mind just stopped working when you saw lando. Max seemed confused. The sort of confusion that says ‘I have no idea what’s going on right now’. You looked over at Lando again. People like Lando don’t come to dingos for dinner. “At dingos?” You asked, genuinely confused.
Lando grinned. “Is there something wrong with dingos?” He asked. You farrowed your eyebrows and a small, amused smile appeared on your lips. “It’s dingos.” You replied. “Is there something wrong with dingos?” He repeated. Max glanced between the two of you like he was watching a tennis match. He obviously didn’t know who I was or Lando why Lando insisted on coming to Dingos for dinner.
You let out a short laugh and shook your head, glancing towards where Hannah was standing at the front. She was watching the interaction from afar with a deeply confused expression. Honestly, fair enough. How exactly were you supposed to explain this? You looked back at the two boys who looked completely out of place in Dingos. Their clothes alone probably cost more than your monthly rent. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. “Can I get you guys started with drinks?”
“Coke, please.” Max said. You smiled softly and nodded before looking over at Lando. Lando smirked and leaned back into his seat. “Do you guys have vodka cranberry’s?” You let out a scoff and shook her head, trying to hide the smile on your face. Max finally puts two and two together and starts laughing to himself softly.
“I can see what I can do for you, Lando.” You said, smiling. He smiled back at you, dimples showing. “Thank you.” You scribbled down the drinks before heading towards the bar. You were only a few steps away when you heard Max speak up. “That her?” You tried very not to listen. “Yeah.” Lando replied. “The girl from the pub?” “Yeah.” There was a brief pause while max looks over his shoulder to look at you putting their orders in.
“So that’s why we’re here.” Lando looked down at the menu, trying and failing to hide his smile. “Maybe.” Max let out a laugh. “You drove forty minutes for a burger.” Lando laughed. “Dingos does a decent burger.” He argued. “You don’t even like burgers that much.” Lando opened his mouth and closed it again, his smile turning sheepish. “Exactly.” Max said.
Max looked over his shoulder once again, watching you talk to the bartender as he prepared their drinks. “She is cute, though.” He said, looking back at Lando. Lando looked over at the bar and his smile softened. “Yeah.” He said softly. “Yeah?” Max asked. “Yeah.” Lando replied.
You eventually came back with their drinks. “Coke Zero, and a…vodka cranberry.” You said placing them down in front of them. “Thanks.” “Thank you” They said in unison. “Have you decided on what to eat, or do you need a few more minutes?” You asked. Max immediately closed his menu. “I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger and chips.” You nodded and scribbled it down. “Good choice.”
You looked over at Lando and he was still going over the menu. “Need a few more minutes?” You asked politely. “Nah, I’ll have whatever your favourite thing is.” You blinked. “Sorry?” You asked in shock. “Your favourite thing.” He repeated. You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” He asked. “Because if you don’t like it, you’ll blame me.” You argued. “I won’t.” “You will.” “I won’t, I promise.” You stared at him for a few seconds before finally giving up. “Alright…I’ll give you my favourite.” You said, reluctantly. “Thank you.” He said before taking a sip of his drink. You took both menus and walked to out the order in with the chefs.
The second you pushed through the swinging doors, Hannah was waiting for you. “Oh no.” You said while putting the menus down. “Oh yes.” She said. “Who are they?” She asked. “No one.” You said, because you had bigger problems. Like what the fuck to give lando to eat. You had no favourites. It was dingos for crying out loud.
“No one?” She asked, looking out the small window on the doors to see Lando glancing towards them. “They’re cute, though.” Not listening to a word Hannah was saying you finally put in a BBQ bacon cheeseburger with loaded fries. It’s what you always get from the chef when going home late. Chef Fennel never tells the manager about it. He just makes sure you go home full.
You look over at Hannah, realising she said something. “Huh?” You asked. She was about to repeat whatever she had said until the manager, KJ, came in. “It’s pumping out there! Get back to work. Y/N, I seated you with tables 20, 23 and 25.” He said. “Yes, sir.” You said and grabbed some menus and immediately got to work.
As you worked around the tables, you couldn’t help but notice lando always watching. Not in a creepy way. In a way he was just watching. It was a busy night. Tables full, food orders, drinks to be refilled but your eyes always drifted off to Lando. “Table 16!” The ding of the bell came from the kitchen ready with their food.
You quickly walked through the tables to collect their plates of food. Then you walked towards their table. “A bacon cheeseburger with chips…” You said, placing the plate in front of Max. “Thank you” “And a bqq bacon cheeseburger with loaded fries.” You placed the plate in front of Lando. He smiled and glanced down at the burger. “Looks good.” He said. “Your favourite?” “Best in dingos.” You shrugged. “Enjoy.” You said with a smile.
You were about to walk away and let them enjoy their food when the sound of Lando’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Wait—I, uh…” You turned back around immediately. “Yeah?” “How are the girls?” Max’s eyes darted between the two of you before he took a bite of his burger. For a second, you just stared. Not because of the question. Because he remembered. The two drunk girls he’d met for all of ten minutes.
“Oh.” A small smile appeared on your face. “Yeah. They’re good.” “Yeah?” You nodded. “Very hungover this morning, but good.” That earned a laugh from him. “I can imagine.” Your smile lingered for a moment. Then it faded slightly. Because you suddenly remembered that Naomi was halfway to Spain by now. And Chloe would be gone when you got home from work.
“Yeah…” you said quietly. Something in your expression must have changed. Because Lando noticed immediately. His smile softened. “Everything alright?” Your heart did an annoying little flip. You looked away first. “Yeah.” You weren’t sure why that felt like a lie. “Enjoy your burgers,” you said quickly. Then you turned and walked away before either of them could say anything else. As soon as you reached the next table, you risked a glance over your shoulder. Lando was still watching.
The night continued on and the pub started to turn quiet. Lando and Max were still there. In their booth, just talking to each other. They were your only table left, so you were leaning a giant the wall next to another waiter, Chase. Chase was two years older than you and in the same university. You were pretty sure he was gay, but he had never said anything before, so you never brought it up.
Chase was complaining about how his mum wanted him to come home immediately because she missed him. “I just want to be free, you know?” He said. “It’s my third year of university and she does it every year.” He shook his head. “The lads and I had so many plans but she booked my ticket home already so I can’t even go anymore.”
You looked over at him with a sympathetic expression. “That sucks.” Chase let out a dramatic sigh and folded his arms. “I know it’s sweet that she misses me, but I’m twenty two. At some point she has to let me be an adult.” You nodded along, but if you were being honest, you didn’t completely understand. You’d only turned nineteen a few months ago. Most days, you still felt sixteen. Like you were pretending to know what you were doing and hoping nobody noticed.
University had helped. Living away from home had helped. Not talking to your parents for a year had helped. But there were still moments when you stood in the laundry aisle staring at detergent bottles or called Naomi into the kitchen because you couldn’t figure out why the oven was making a weird noise. Adult felt like a title everyone else had earned. Not you. Not yet.
“You’re looking at me like I’m insane,” Chase said. Your attention snapped back to him. “A little bit.” “A little bit?” “You get upset because your mum wants to see you.” “She wants me home for three months.” You shrugged. “I don’t know. Sounds nice.” Chase stared at you for a second. Then his expression softened slightly. He knew about your parent situation, seemed like he only remembered about it now. “Oh.” He said quietly. “Right.” He knew enough about you not to ask questions.
“I’m going to go check on my table.” You said softly before walking off towards Lando and Max. You put on your polite smile as you reached them. “How was the food?” You asked as you gathered their empty plates. “Delicious.” Max said. “I could see why it was your favourite.” Lando smiled up at you. “Im glad you liked it.” You said stacking the plates carefully in your arms.
You adjusted the plates in your arms. “Well, can I get you guys anything else?” “Just the bill, please,” Max said. Something in your chest sank slightly. Oh. Right. They were leaving. “Of course.” You gave them a small smile. “I’ll go get that for you.” You turned and headed towards the till before either of them could notice the strange feeling settling in your chest. It was ridiculous. They were customers. Customers left. That was generally how restaurants worked.
Still, as you printed the receipt, you found yourself taking longer than necessary. “You alright?” Hannah asked, appearing beside you. “Fine.” You said. “Y/N.” She pushed. “I’m fine.” You repeated, sternly. You grabbed the receipt before she could continue. You walked back towards table sixteen. By the time you arrived, Max was already reaching for his wallet.
You placed the bill on the table. “Will that be cash or card?” You asked. “Card,” Max said. “Alright, I’ll be back with the card machine now.” You said before walking off. For some reason, your feet felt heavier than they had all night. Which was stupid. You grabbed the card machine from behind the till and headed back over to the table.
You grabbed the slip to put in the total to see the tip they gave you. 50% tip. Your expression faded and you looked between them. “Hey, I uh- I think you made a mistake.” You said. “Here.” You pointed at the new total on the slip. Max glanced at it before looking at Lando. Lando looked at it before looking at Max. Neither of them seemed concerned. “Nope,” Max said.
You blinked. “No? Guys thats…” You looked down at the receipt again. “That’s a lot of money.” Lando shrugged. “You gave us good service.” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “Still.” “Keep it,” Max said. Your eyes flicked between them again. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. That tip was nearly half of what you’d make on some shifts.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. The teasing smile on Lando’s face softened slightly. “You’re welcome.” Something fluttered awkwardly in your chest. You looked down at the receipt before typing the total in and passing max the card machine. The machine beeped a second later. Approved. You took it back and tucked the receipt beneath your notepad.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. The teasing smile on Lando’s face softened slightly. “You’re welcome.” Something fluttered awkwardly in your chest. You looked down at the receipt before typing the total in and passing Max the card machine. A few seconds later, the payment went through. Approved.
You took the machine back and tucked it under your arm. “Well…” you said softly. There it was again. That funny feeling. The one that told you this was probably goodbye. “Thanks for coming in.” “Thank you for serving us,” Max replied. Youu smiled. “Have a safe trip home.” Max stood up first, grabbing his jacket from beside him. Lando followed a second later. The booth suddenly looked a lot emptier. You hated that you noticed.
“See you around, Y/N.” Your eyes immediately snapped to Lando. See you around. Not goodbye. See you around. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Yeah.” You weren’t sure why your heart was beating so fast. “You too.” For a second, neither of you looked away. Then Max cleared his throat dramatically “Right.” Both of you immediately looked at him. Lando glanced back at you once more. “Bye, Y/N.” You nodded. “Bye.” You watched as they left the pub. Lando didn’t leave without one last glance over his shoulder. Then they were gone. The door swung shut behind them.
You let out a long breath and finally turned away, walking towards the back. Your shift was over. Thankfully, you weren’t closing tonight. You packed the card machine away and picked up the receipt again, ready to throw it out. But something made you pause. You turned it over. At first, it was just paper. Then you saw it. A number. Written on the back and written underneath in messy handwriting ‘Call me.’
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The second Lando makes it down the rickety ladder propped up on the wall, leading up to the attic, he feels like he should've never woken up.
Don't get him wrong, it's lovely to get a reminder first thing in the morning that all of his cohort is at least alive, and not in imminent danger. However, he also strongly believes stumbling across eight pairs of eyes tracking his every twitch and breath is not the best substitute for taking headcount.
So, in true Lando fashion, he does the most logical thing imaginable: nicking a soggy biscuit lathered in peanut butter from the table, and mumbling around a mouthful, “What? Who's died?”
The gazes don't drop. In fact, they become even pointier at the poorly placed joke, given the current state of the world. Charles mumbles something under his breath that none of them even try to decipher anymore while George takes a sharp inhale and Lando braces for impact.
“Max wants me to join in on the supply runs,” he starts, sparing the groaning Dutchman a nasty side-eye, “which I obviously cannot do, because someone needs to keep an eye on Carmen.”
“Stop it with the finger pointing; you're not five,” Max claps back, sounding purposefully bored. “We should get back to following the roster. Whoever went two days ago gets a day off. That's the rule you set in place.”
“And we said we'd allow exceptions!” George argues, the red on his face growing deeper. “Someone has to be by her side at all times. I'm sorry, but I'm doing this so nobody else has to feel like it's their burden. I'm pulling my weight — both of ours, in fact.”
He points to the grimy couch pushed against the far side of the kitchen wall where a refrigerator used to stand. The foam is clawed through, bare springs showing, but the usable part has a lump cocooned under all the blankets they could find in this hideout, plus Carmen's own sleeping bag.
She can barely keep her eyes open for longer than ten minutes at a time now, slipping in and out of fever no matter how many canteens of water and diluted electrolytes they coax into her.
“I can't– I can't leave her like this. Not if it might as well be the last time I see her,” George chokes, swiping roughly at his eyes before seeking solace in Carlos who pats his shoulder for a morsel of comfort.
Unfortunately, mercy is a novelty and Carlos has never been the type to mince his words as long as they've known the pilot. “I understand. Trust me, I do — but look around, cabrón. We're all exhausted and none of us are in the best shape. By the time we reach Basecamp, we'll start to look like the walkers ourselves.”
His attempt at levity lands about as well as Lando's did, making him grimace.
Truth is, there is zero guarantee that they'll even make it to the Union's monthly tradeoff in time to bid for anything useful. Medicine, clean clothes, food that hasn't been going rancid inside tin cans — sure those would be heavenly. Right now, though, they barely have rations to make it through the week stagnant, let alone constantly being on the move.
Watford to Woolwich is a four day walk if every star in the sky aligns. But since they've taken the trouble to avoid central London at all costs, that's another three days of movement added to the tally.
George flicks off the sympathetic hand, possibly about to launch into another debate only to get cut off by Lily. “Look, I'm not too keen on running around while seeing doubles due to an empty stomach.” She warily lifts her head from Oscar’s shoulder, who is still in the process of waking up. “But we shouldn't hole ourselves here. Especially you, me and Alex. We've been near Carmen the most, and these old masks are basically useless.”
“Yes, I have not been feeling the best,” Alex admits sheepishly, chasing her share of two small biscuits — the third presumably has been forced down Charles’ throat, they're sickeningly considerate of each other like that — with the tiniest sips of water.
“Sure,” Charles nods, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend, “If we can call ‘throwing up yesterday's lunch and dinner’ that. Oh, and the thermometer is broken so we cannot monitor temperatures either. Who's to say we are not already sick?”
Max huffs, turning to George with a raised eyebrow. As if to say ‘your move’, even if the onslaught of problems piling up makes his left eye twitch.
“That's it, then? You say what goes and we must follow, no questions asked?” The lanky Brit scoffs, zeroing in on their de facto leader with an accusatory finger raised. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it? I mean, what– next thing we know you'd be telling us it's every man for himself while you hoard all the supplies like–”
See, some habits die hard and Lando unironically happens to be great at pattern recognition. While his parents may not have taken that as a compliment from the developmental behaviorist when he measured barely a foot in height, Lando also realizes the gravity of their situation.
He's not a good samaritan. No, for that he'd have to keep his own head straight for more than a couple blinks. But the last thing he needs on top of a sprained ankle is a raging migraine.
Or that's what he tells himself as he puts himself between the package of dynamite (George) and a sizzling volcano (Max).
“Easy there, mate. It's too damn early for this, don't you think?” Lando swats away the finger, nudging Max out of its reach with a forced smile. “First thing's first, there is no drinking water anywhere in this shithole. Unless you lot want to squabble until your voice dies, who’s able to run down to that transmission line we found?”
One by one, the figures slouch in their respective seats scattered around the kitchen and hands go up. Lando's thankful for the bit of quiet, even if silence becomes his biggest nemesis sometimes.
Thinking space and all that. Too much is always too dangerous.
“Alright, Oscar and Lily are in charge of water. Max, Carlos, get as much food as you guys can lug around. We need to limit supply runs until we cross Enfield at least. Charles takes care of the meds — focus on painkillers if they're dry on antivirals. Anything is valuable; we can trade what we don't need. George and Alex will be on nurse duty. Sorry guys, but ‘maybe I'm fine’ is a long shot and the rest of us need to be proper well. Otherwise, nobody's making it to camp,” he ends in one rapid slew, leaving no room for interjections. “Capiche?”
Something clicks into place when everyone agrees. Relief, maybe. A bit of pride, too, at having kept it together. Though, if Lando's the only sane person in a room, they've truly hit rock bottom.
“Capiche,” Carlos has the audacity to mess with his already greasy curls — where the hell did he drop his hat again? — grinning before his frown returns. “That leaves you alone at the city center.”
“Hardly a priority. Let's focus on making it to our destination in one piece first,” Max answers for him, eyeing Lando with whatever resembles genuine concern in his handful of expressions that aren't goading smirks. “Do not go off trail and don't try anything stupid. Or I will pawn you off along with whatever you turn up with.”
It's as close to a ‘come back safely’ he will get from his former Lieutenant and Lando accepts it with a cheeky salute. “Fine by me. Now one by one — as in, mighty fucking slowly and not barking all at once — tell me what you need.”
He gives it two seconds before absolute mayhem breaks out.
By the time Oscar returns to the land of living, Lando is hounded by half dozen people screaming in his ears — toilet paper, tampons, boxers, deodorant, you name it and it's on the list — while he waves around tiny stub of granite that once used to be a pencil like some cheap magician.
What a morning, indeed.
Loneliness is actually a disease.
Depending on the person you ask, it might even be deadlier than whatever it is that caused the world to implode in its own axis some five years ago.
And you dreaded a lot on the day the IP speakers of the hospital were belting out a piece of news so ridiculous that half the staff was convinced it was the work of some hacker out to cause distress for shits and giggles. But feeling a debilitating need for human closeness was definitely not one of them.
You've got nothing against solitude. In fact, when you were not stuck grilling a loopy patient about their convoluted medical history, or flagging down doctors, who are irritatingly elusive by the way, in an attempt to coordinate a treatment plan, you even liked being left to your own devices.
Wild nights at the club that your friends raved about were not your scene. Nor was agreeing to blind dates in a bid to spark romance and meeting the one.
No, you were just fine in your comfiest pajamas after a soul-shattering 48 hour shift, with a spread of convenience store food and The Great British Bake-off blasting through the tiny living room of your modest flat. In prettier words, ‘it wasn't much but just enough.’
But you are still, at the end of every torturous day, a social creature. And lately this all-consuming crave for modest company has been a loud gong echoing in your ears, drowning out common sense.
What does a cornered animal do when the universe itself seems to be going against them? They switch to fight or flight.
If impulsiveness weren't the mother of all evil, stupidity surely is. Because while you from back then would've banged her head against the wall and bled to death — in silence, peacefully, on your own terms — you of today spots a blur of movement too fast and precise to be brainless, literally, and she runs towards it instead.
God, whatever those stupid hopeful podcasts still flickering on the odd radio channels — they're mostly for advertising groups looking for things to trade or people with specific skills of mutilating living corpses hundred ways to join their ranks, but they're a mirage in a desert for the handful of idiots like yourself flying solo — by choice or otherwise — are so fucking wrong.
Humans are actually the most unpredictable beings in the whole galaxy. And that's by a huge margin.
A couple of twists and turns through the wide corridors of the Harlequin, sprinting under the scrutiny of half-dressed mannequins and shattered storefronts, the ruckus tapers off into the fire escape. Turns out you only needed to jump down one storey to stumble upon a scene crafted from your nightmares.
There's three walkers — all mottled grey flesh falling off in patches, oozing a putrid stench of iron and ammonia and something entirely otherworldly — and they are all hunched over a person who's made a poor shield out of a broken divider which is one tap away from giving out.
If you couldn't already hear your own pulse thundering against every inch of skin, now it's a bloody tsunami.
So you do the only thing you can: scan the perimeter for something loud, which a broken piece of metal bannister fits the description, and bang it as hard as you can against the wall.
The result is four pairs of eyes — three lifeless and one gemstone gaze wide with disbelief — snap in your direction. And– okay, you think, mission fucking accomplished. Zombies’ attention successfully captured. Now what?!
Just as you take one step up the flight of stairs you'd descended and set off the walkers in their newfound trajectory, the end of your worn down sneaker slips from the edge. Your heart plummets to your stomach as your bum meets cold hard marble.
This would be the most pathetic way to go. With no tangible witnesses to your heroics — you assume the bloke you'd just saved wouldn't be too thrilled about boasting how someone had to become a chewtoy for him to escape alive — you won't even make it to the gates of heaven, if there exists one.
At the last second, a surge of strength courses through your veins. You refuse to take it laying down, willing to put up one more fight as you scramble to rise.
“No, no, no—wait!”
Suddenly, five very warm fingers wrap around your ankle, hauling you down, and you narrowly avoid brushing against a blind walker as they whiz past. The same hands help you to your feet before interlacing with your own trembling ones.
Then off you are to a mad dash, down the winding stairs of the city center.
You have never understood what it is about running away from danger that makes it so romantic, the way it's portrayed in romcoms. God you hope you never do, because the adrenaline sets your nerves on fire and carries you just far enough from the exit you spill out of and into the dreary English afternoon before you both end up in a pile of ragged breaths and aching limbs, slumped under the awning of a bus stand.
To nobody's surprise, the sky comes crashing down soon after, washing away any traces of your scent but also making you vulnerable to all approaching danger. Eh– you win some, you lose some.
When there is sufficient air inside your lungs and they don't glaringly burn anymore, you glance sideways and finally properly see your companion for the first time.
All that registers is the miles of golden skin and lean muscle. Some tucked away under the shoved up sleeves of his black undershirt, prominent veins snaking up from his massive paws to disappear at the elbows.
Your eyes snag at his wrist where a thick stack of bracelets – colorful beady, threaded leathery and dainty metal ones – lay in harmony. There's also a ragged brown bomber jacket fastened around his waist. Before you can feast upon the rest of this easy-on-the-eyes stranger, a pointed cough cuts you short.
You look up to meet his kaleidoscope gaze crinkled into a smile under a mop of curls smushed beneath a very orange cap. The instantaneous blush creeping up your neck is furious red. Why the fuck am I checking him out?
To your surprise, the first thing out of his unfairly pink lips is, “Never go up.”
You blink stupidly. “What?”
“Never go upwards from ground level because it can cause a swarm that takes ages to disperse,” he reiterates like he's reading off an instruction manual, voice dripping sarcasm. “What, you don't follow the safety guidelines the government harps on about all day nowadays?”
It ashames you how quickly your heckles raise, and your reaction to a bit of harmless teasing is to make a mean remark on how he shouldn't have gone inside the mall to begin with. What with all the precarious objects prone to noisemaking lying about.
But you're not a hypocrite, and you can give some grace to the man who just saved you from becoming raw human sheesh kebab. “I just wanted to get some cardio done, obviously,” you say with a roll of eyes.
He properly smiles at that, soft looking lips forming an adorable heart over the tiny gap between his teeth. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Ah. Should've told me sooner, before I separated you and your workout buddies,” he replies, making you both chuckle. He thrusts a palm out for a shake, as if snapping out from a daze, “I'm Lando… uh, Norris.”
You take it, reveling in the warmth that seeps past calluses and into your own marred ones as you give him your name. “How'd you end up fighting for your life in buttfuck nowhere anyway?”
“If I tell you, you're not allowed to laugh,” Lando warns. You urge him on, already biting back a grin. “I… Well, I tripped on the way down.” This time, the only one laughing is you while he watches on in exaggerated despair, “Yeah, yeah, let's all poke fun at the wounded bloke. Hilarious.”
That sobers you up real quick. “Wounded? What happened?”
He shakes his head, settling on a rusted seat balanced onto three shaky legs, before bunching up the fabric of his cargo pants to reveal he's foregone wearing socks. Before you can wince imagining the nastiness inside his boots, a valley of bruised blue skin catches your attention. “Sprained it a couple days back. A real joy, this one.”
As if on instinct, you fall into a crouch, hand reaching out to press the bump, recoiling at his hissed ‘ouch’. “Fuck, sorry– May I?”
Lando shrugs. “I doubt you can do a worse number on it than I have.”
You undo the laces of his boots, only pulling them down until you can see the whole ankle. It's inflamed badly and the blood has already clumped in certain areas to make a painful visual. It's a wonder he can walk on it, let alone run for his life.
“Seems like a grade two ATFL injury from what I can tell.” You look up again, finding him already staring at you with an expression you cannot make sense of. You ignore it in favor of sliding off the straps of your rucksack. “You do need an actual brace, but for the time being I've got a compression sock. It's yours if you want it.”
He visibly startles at that, evident by the rapid hesitant flutter of lashes. “Uhm– I don't have anything useful I can offer in return.” Lando sighs, “Unless you're down on deodorant or hardware stuff.”
The words land like stone upon your conscience. It's not like you were expecting anything in return. But that's usually how it goes: goodwill has no footing when individual survival is at stake.
It is disappointing but that's the reality you've all been living in for the past half of a decade. “I'm good, thanks,” you quip.
He still looks on the fence, so you reach into the smallest compartment of your bag, fishing out the sock and tossing it at him. “Seriously, I'm offering. Consider it payback for not leaving me alone back there. Not many would willingly risk their neck for a stranger.”
“Right back at you. Bit of a fucked up world we're living in, huh?” he asks as he slips it on over the affected foot, and normally you'd take it for a rhetorical question.
“Reckon it was always that way. We just don't bother with pretense anymore,” you answer anyway, helping him roll down the cuff four times over the injury. “That should do. Keep that leg elevated when you're not on the road, and try not to sprint a marathon again before it heals.”
Lando grins lopsidedly. “Aye aye, doc.”
You answer with giggle.
When you both turn towards the heavy downpour, he unscrews the wide cap of his thermos. Holding it under the rain till it's full and offers you the first gulp. You take it without complaint, downing half in one go.
“Are you headed to Base, too?”
You're a tad skeptical of revealing your precise route. Even though he seems unreasonably nice, Lando is still a total mystery in all other aspects. And giving away your daylight plans is basically inviting trouble to your literal and metaphorical doorstep. So, you choose the next best thing, “Why would I?”
He squints, as if trying to figure out whether you're joking. “Because Trade-off is in ten days?” At your blank reaction, his jaw drops. “Woman, you really need to start keeping up with the news. All national Basecamps set up an auction for supplies every quarter. You can trade shit you don't need for stuff you do need. Y'know, bartering at its finest.”
“Oh,” you mumble, the epitome of eloquence really.
You have heard of the Great Britain Basecamps of course. But everything about working closely with humans has convinced you that a government sanctioned refugee institution is at best a con being marketed as ‘paradise’.
Lando looks confused. “Wait– where the hell have you been spending winters since this ‘end of the world’ started, then?”
You flush easily again, tugging on a loose strand of hair to distract yourself. “The… hideouts?” Daring a peek at his reaction, you wince at his bafflement.
But that tracks. Soldiering through the cold months in warehouse attics or basements with no heating or electricity, and no way to town whatsoever without risking hypothermia — or heaven forbid, pneumonia — isn't exactly a walk in the park.
Thankfully Lando recovers soon, propping his head on an arm, body twisted sideways to face you with full attention. “Dunno whether I should call that stupid or salute you.”
You snort. “They do say life's all about contradictions.”
“Mmh, pretty sure you just made that up.”
“My bad. Wasn't aware of your omniscient smartarse-ness.”
“Om– what? That cannot be a real word,” he manages through a bout of giggles.
And there it is again, the soft fuzzy feelings tugging ruthlessly at your heartstrings.
You try to reason that this is because you missed having any kind of social interactions. That the banter is this easy because your vocal cords have gone unused for over five months. But that realization only comes with the added hassle of recognising just how much you've missed having someone around — to talk to, to share laughs with, to lean on.
Suddenly independence seems less of an accomplishment and more a tragic consequence.
“You should consider it,” Lando says with a hopeful voice, leaning his head back to stare at the faint drizzle instead. “The folks there aren't too bad. Rations are… well, edible. And if you gain enough brownie points with the important faces, might even hit the jackpot with access privileges.”
The idea is too good to be true, in theory. After years of milling about the countryside and approaching suburbs only when absolutely necessary, you've sort of forgotten what being around another person even feels like.
That, and your grim curiosity bubbles and spills over every time you try to imagine what's become of London in the days you haven't stepped into her chaos.
You are also aware that you shouldn't trust so easily. Leap of faiths have only always landed you in dangerous predicaments.
But it's not like staying alone had saved you that day either. In fact, if it wasn't for the people who'd taken pity on a half-dead girl left naked in the biting cold, to be frozen to death if she didn't become prey to the walkers first, you wouldn't be here today. Sheltered under a run-down bus stop, faced with a sunlit grin so bright that it melts down your walls in a heartbeat.
Going off that track record, what's one more failure in an already lengthy list?
“Sounds lovely,” you mutter mostly to yourself before clearing your throat. “Hey, Boy Scout?”
Lando clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “Wasn't geeky enough to be one, but, yeah?”
You chuckle quietly, growing surer about your decision with each playful word out of his mouth. Then, you look at Lando directly, searching his eyes, his smirk and the definite constellation of moles peppered across his face before finally saying, “Let me tag along with you.”
The worst thing about vertigo is that you will realistically never see it coming.
Lando's no expert in medical jargon — why, he bullshitted his way through nearly all of First Aid training before getting smacked upside the head on his first field day that went sideways. Second degree burns and he'd suggested using water to clean off the victim.
Yeah, not his brightest moment.
But what intrigues him the most about biology is the mechanical trends that remain stagnant in any scale. Quintessentially, there's not much difference in how the physical experiences overlap into perspectives.
Funny that people only learn to not touch sharp things once they bleed.
On the other hand, shit like vertigo arrives in tandem with a sick sense of deja vu that no incident can ever warn you against.
Like, one moment he could be trudging through rain-slick remnants of a suburb, eyes often flicking up to nimble fingers twining stems of purple flowers into a wonky crown. And the next he's jolting back to reality with four loud gunshots going off rapid-fire and the pathetic bleats of human lives getting snatched violently.
The storm that kicks up inside his head is enough to drown out a shred of self preservation, everything save for his own heartbeat pounding inside his ears.
But before he can abandon common sense and take off, a tight grip on his sleeve reminds Lando of his company.
“Are you bloody mental? This place will be swarming with walkers any second now!” you hiss, wide eyes scanning every direction of the crumbling neighborhood.
Rows of houses that once made a quaint borough are barely standing upright after weathering years of neglect. The tall weeds growing erratically through cracks in pavements and backyards aren't enough to conceal the both of you indefinitely.
That, however, is the least of Lando's worries. “That could have been my friends!” he snaps unintentionally before closing his eyes. It's unfair to you, for him to have dragged you into two separate possibly life-threatening occasions in the span of three hours.
But there's panic rising to his throat. “And one of them isn't in any condition to run! I can't make your decisions for you, but if you think you can help her— please, please take a look at her.”
He watches your face morph from fear to heavy uncertainty and he has a good guess why. Not many people can confidently say they've had only good experiences with other humans in dire circumstances. So if you choose to prioritise your own safety, he'd respect that.
Finally, you let out a groan, “If this is a trap to mug my stash, I will haunt you forever.”
Lando allows himself a wary smile, clinging to hope like a lifeline. “You're a nurse, aren't you? Whatever happened to your code of conduct?” he quips as you start jogging towards the hideout—hobbling in his case, really—watching each other's six.
Your brows raise in surprise before you shake your head with a punched out laugh. “Everything is fair game in the afterlife!”
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
THIS WAS VERY RUSHED IM SORRY IF ITS BAD!!
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- Lando Norris x Fem!Reader. - Warnings: break up,swearing,teasing,kissing and fluff happy ending.tell me if I’ve missed any! - Summary: After your recent break up with your ex Lando fans can see how it really affected him. As they can’t help but notice how he keeps the teddy bear you gave him for his birthday that he keeps close to him while streaming.
- Note: I got bored so I wrote this and then forgot about it oops? It’s a bit rushed and tell me if some spelling is off!
Again thank you for all the support! Enjoyy 🫶
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The sound of your phone vibrating almost a dozen times is what jolted you up out of your sleep.
Reaching for your phones there was atleast 99+ new notifications. That’s what really snapped you out of your dazed state.
Multiple fans had been tagging you in screenshots they had clearly taken from Lando stream a couple of hours ago.
Scrolling through each and every single moment of lando stream making your heart thud against your chest.
You and Lando had broken up? So why were you getting spammed in his posts? I mean yeah you did still love him like crazy. A bunch of questions rising to your head.
Before clicking on a screen recording from the start of Lando stream to the end.
Lando Norris: Streaming Now.
“Mate how many more spring rolls are you going to eat?” Max asks shooting a disgusted look at him.
“I’ve only had..7” Lando says before shoving another spring rolls into his mouth making max raise his eyebrow.
“All Right Chat..Woah the fuck was that comment?” Max laughs before pointing at the comment to Lando who starts uncontrollably laughing.
As the stream continues Lando finds himself laughing occasionally at stuff the chat saying or what max saying but half of time he was zoning out his attention somewhere else.
Before getting up to go to the bathroom the pink fluffy teddy bear with a bow on its ear falling from his lap now having a clear view on camera and walking away.
“Uhh..Lando!?” Max calls out.
“..I’m here..you muppet no need to shout” Lando says sitting back down oblivious to the chat.
“No read the chat!” Max points out moving out the way so Lando could get a better view.
CHAT:
THAT TEDDY IS SO CUTE
Wait is that the teddy yn gave Lando?
OMGGG THATS THE TEDDY YN LANDO ON HIS BIRTHDAY WAITTT.
Are you and yn back together???
They have to be back together surely!?
I MISS YN BEING IN THE STREAMS
LANDO GET BACK WITH YN!!!!
“Oh shit..” Lando says his eyes going wide before grabbing the teddy bear and holding it to him defensively.
“Awh mate” Max groans out his hand going to his head as the chat continues to go on.
“I miss my..yn” Lando mumbles out holding onto the teddy bear like a life line.
“Not helping your case” max says slapping his hand against his forehead.
“It’s not like the chat heard-”
“Now who’s the muppet?” Max grins pointing to the chat once again.
CHAT:
NOOOO WAYYYY HE JUST SAID THAT
AWHHH HE LOOKS SO SADDDD
bro someone tag y/n
Y/n GET YOUR MANNN BACK
you can tell he misses her smmmm
STOPPP Y/N NEEDS TO SEE THIS THEIR MADE FOR EACHOTHER!!!!
STOP THEY NEED TO GET BACK TOGETHER
For ages the chat basically erupts with everyone gushing over how Lando looks so sad and what he just said. With everyone spamming the chat by tagging you in hope you’d join.
“Guys stop tagging y/n..let’s not annoy her” Lando says softly his hands toying with the teddy bear ears.
“Yeah chat..Why don’t we move onto playing Fortnite I’ll invite ginge” Max calls out in hopes to distract the chat pulling out his phone.
“Y/n loved watching me play Fortnite” Lando blurts out.
“Lando!” Max shouts before the chat erupting again.
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Laying back in your bed after watching the clips your heart clenching. You missed him.
Breaking up was a mutual thing since you were getting to much hate and it was clear there was still a lot of love and unsaid words between you and Lando.
You’re getting your man back.
MESSAGES:
Yn: hey I saw your stream.
Lando: Shit sorry this is my fault I’m sorry if you were getting spammed.
Yn: Lando it’s okay I want to speak to you actually?
Lando: sure anything? If it’s about the posts I’ll get someone to take them down?
Y/n: Lando I don’t give fuck about the posts I miss you.
Lando: I’m coming over.
Because before you knew it there he was stood infront of your door in his white hoodie curls all messed up his eyes slightly wide filled with hope.
“Lando..” you say softly.
“God I missed you” he says immediately taking you into his arms. “I missed us” he says quietly.
“You still kept the teddy?” You ask slightly pulling back to look at him.
“Obviously..I could never get rid of it” he whispers his hands cupping your face.
“Your fans have a good eye” you laugh out.
“wasn’t exactly hiding it..” his thumb rubbing your cheek.
Before he leans down kissing you and you let him melting into him feeling at peace once again.
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Lando Norris: Now streaming.
“Hi chat” Lando says leaning over moving the camera a bit his smile wide. “I have guest! One that you’ll love well I love anyways”
Lando laughs before dragging your chair next to his as you wave at the camera.
“Lando this is bad angle!” You say reaching over to move it.
“Baby you have no bad angle” he groans before letting out a laugh as you try to fix the angle.
CHAT:
OMG FUCKING Y/N!????
QUEEN IS BACK!?
NO WAYYYY. The parents are back together??
AWHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTEEEE I LOVE THEM
THE WAY LANDO LOOKS AT HER 🙏
HE LOOKS SO IN LOVEEEEE
THEIR SO CUTE IM SO HAPPY THEIR BACK.
I MISSED Y/NNN. I WILL BE FIGHTING ALL THE HATERS.
“I’m just as happy as you guys are” lando laughs your head resting on his shoulder as you watch the chat explode.
“I’m glad they tagged me” you say looking up at him.
“Me too” he leans down kissing your forehead.
“We’re never breaking up guys ever again” you blurt out.
“True we’re getting married and then baby Norris soon-” he says with a cheeky grin as you cut him off.
“Seriously!?”
“Yes seriously. We might aswell end the stream and get to practicing for baby Norris-”
“LANDO!” you shout your hand covering his mouth as he laughs.
“It’s true-”
“THEIR ARE CHILDREN WATCHING”
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I did rush this to the end so it may be bad! And yes warning spelling may be off I say this all the time.😭
- Pairing: Lando Norris x ModelFem!Reader. - Warnings: Swearing,Sexual Jokes and a bunch of fluff. - Summary: Ever since going public with your f1 driver boyfriend Lando. Fans still can’t wrap their heads around how you picked him..Well neither can he. But nothing will stop him from showing everyone you are his under your posts.
- Face Claim: Miss Bella fucking Hadid. (Icon) - All photos can be found on pintrest! Not trying to steal anything.
- Note: Another Smau can you tell I’m obsessed with these..? This may be kinda similar to the last one. Spelling isn’t the best! (We all know that). I did get a little carried away…
Thank you to everyone for the support! Enjoy my love.
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| AmeliaGray ✔︎: When is she not severing because ate down. 🙌
| LandoNorris ✔︎: FUCK THE BAG,LOOK AT MY WIFE???? > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: Mate calm down.. > LandoNorris ✔︎: my wife is so hot and sexy I’m on all fours atm.
| Yndiehardstan: SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD OMG.
| User10: YN FANS HOW ARE WE DOING..? > User48: I’ve had ten heart attacks,ten strokes and ten asthma attacks.
| User44: BYEE NOT REDBULL BEING MESSY 😭
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| Ynusername ✔︎: I’d let him bite my ankles. > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: okay I’m fucking concerned.
| CharlesLeclerc ✔︎: LANDO WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPIONS I SAID -Hearted by creator.
| KeeganPalmer ✔︎: Let’s go landooo.
| Ynusername ✔︎: rail me extra hard PLEASE 🙏 > Riabish ✔︎: I think you may have forgot to switch accounts..? > Ynusername ✔︎: Well this uhm..Awkward..!
| Mclarenloverrr99: HELLO THE VEINS? THE JAW? > User33: he can push into oncoming traffic and I’d still be happy.
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| LandoNorris ✔︎: And the crowd is switching their phones to their left hands…? > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: im disgusted..Pack it up mate > LandoNorris ✔︎: hope you crash…!
| Ynnumber1fan: MOMMY? SORRY? WOOF WOOF. > User56: only correct way to react to yn posts.
| Iloveln4: LANDO CANT HANDLE ALL OF THAT. > Riabish ✔︎: Let’s all just fight Lando he won’t win.
| LandoNorris ✔︎: THATS MY WIFE RIGHT THERE. MINE. ALL MINE. -Hearted by creator.
| Adrianalima ✔︎: Seeing you walk was unreal!! 🤩
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| McLaren ✔︎: Well done Lando!
| Carlossainz55 ✔︎: congratulations brother well deserved 👍
| CharlesLeclerc ✔︎: this is war. > LandoNorris ✔︎: what the fuck…?
| MaxFewtrell ✔︎: You won because I was your lucky charm! > Ynusername ✔︎: Bitch it’s on sight.
| Ynusername ✔︎: So forever proud of you my love. You did amazing out there as always! > LandoNorris ✔︎: couldn’t have done it without you by my side gorgeous. > MaxFewtrell ✔︎: Okay so I see how it is.
| Landonorrislover: SEEING HIM WIN WAS SO UGHHH WELL DONE LANDOO.
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| Ynandlandoship: Uhmm why is their rumours that Lando and yn broke up..? > User59: OMG NOOO. AND HE HASNT LIKED OR COMMENTED ON HER POST.
| MarcJacobs ✔︎: Can’t wait! -Hearted by creator.
| User25: PLEASE DONT TELL ME YOU AND LANDO BROKE UP.
| Ynlefttoe: if you and Lando have broken up I will die. > User99: Be so fr he wasn’t even in her league. > Ilovelandonorris: girl please they were in eachother league. Jealous much.
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I GOT SOOOO CARRIED AWAYYY BUT AT THE MOMENT I LOVE DOING SMAU’S. Some spelling and swords may be off! But idk if this is good..I HATE TUMBLR FOR MESSING UP THE QUALITY ON THE PICS.
Also if anyone has idea or requests that would be lovely!
- Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader. - Potential: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader. - Warnings: Angst,Jealousy,arguing,broken friendships,friends with benefits,swearing,some sexual themes. Lando is kind of a dick. - Summary:To Lando your his best friend,His secret under the sheets,his mistake.Keeping you close but never to close.Too scared to admit his real feelings.You love him.Even when it rips you to shreds.But when a new driver catches on,Lando realises the one person he’s wanted is slipping away right in front of his eyes because of his stupidness.
Note: Trying this whole Angst and fwb thing! Ahhh this is probably so shittt. (May end up deleting) spelling may be off.
Thank you for alll the support beautiful! Enjoy <3
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No falling in love.
No getting jealous.
No drama.
No ruining the friendship.
Simple? A set of rules. You and Lando had set up. More like Lando had set up you were his best friend who were you to say no? especially being in love with him. you should’ve known it was never going to work.Ever.
It wasn’t the glances. It wasn’t the kisses. Nor was it the roaming hands all over your body late at night.
It was the feeling of being so close but yet so far. The way he held you. The way it had felt so real. Almost like he had actually cared. That you weren’t just someone he could go back to when he was thinking with his dick. Like you were more than friends.
Like you were actually his.
But you could never be his. Because watching him disappear with random famous models that were drop dead gorgeous that you could never come close to. Was like watching him stomp on your heart over and over.
But even in your heart you knew you couldn’t let go. God you’d always let him back in despite it breaking your heart.
You could smell the alcohol on him when you opened that door. Hesitating despite that unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach you couldn’t leave him out there.
“…room for one more?” Lando slurs out in his drunken state.
“Lando..you’re all drunk-” you groan out.
“Oh come on..pleasee?” He begs. His gorgeous eyes looking up at you pleading. Oh you wanted to slam that door in his gorgeous face but you couldn’t.
Because the moment you folded in giving him way into your apartment once again his hands were already all over your body reaching under your shirt leaving hot open mouthed kisses against your neck.
“Lando-”
“..shh..just let me take care of you..” he says his voice soft barley above a whisper.
“You’re drunk..you don’t know what you’re doing” you say softly trying to pry him off you.
“Y/n I need you..I need to feel you.” Wrapping you into a breathless kiss not letting you respond.
He picked you up effortlessly. Like you weighed nothing your legs wrapping around his strong waist. Navigating himself through your apartment without breaking the kiss like he knew your apartment like the back of his hand. Like what he was doing was an occasional thing.
Before making it to your room and lowering you onto your bed. The street lamps illuminating on his face casting a gorgeous soft glow in his features.
“Fuck..you’re beautiful..” he says his voice rough against your ear. ———————————————————
The bed was cold. No one beside you. No one holding you. You could smell his cologne on the sheets it was almost mocking..humiliating.
He was just gone. Like no one had ever been there with you last night.
It wasn’t the fact he was just gone. No notification from Lando. He didn’t even have the audacity to wake you up and say he was leaving.
Gone. Once again like you were just there for him to use and go. Because that’s all it was.
Because as the day went through it was like you didn’t exist to him. Not once did he message you. He was probably out at some club living his life with some random girls he’d rather be see with.
All just to end up at your doorstep once again.
There he was again. Late at night stood at your door once more. You didn’t want to open that door. Didn’t want to let him back into your arms again.
You were hurt. Knowing that this whole stupid “friends with benefits” thing wasn’t going to work. Not when you love him. Not with knowing he will never want you the way you want him.
It was that dumb feeling once again making you open that door. The feeling of love. The feeling of longing for someone who doesn’t want you.
You couldn’t keep doing this. Not when it was killing you inside slowly.
You’d had enough.
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The faint sounds of Monaco’s busy streets ringing out even at night but not enough to cover the fury in your voice.
“..you’ve got be kidding me” You scoff. Staring at Lando infront of your door like a lost puppy. “You disappear all day and now you’re back?”
“What? It’s not that deep..I had stuff to do-” his tone laced with confusion
“Not that deep!?” You snap at him not giving him a chance to speak.
“Yes not that deep! I don’t get why you’re blowing up on me?” He retorts.
“You really don’t get it..? You left without a word Lando! Not a single text you didn’t even bother to wake me up!?”
He sighs his hand running through his soft curls.
“I didn’t think I had to. We said this was causal! Nothing else”
You laugh coming out short and bitter looking at him with pure disgust now. “Casual? Mhm. You only show up when you’re horny or bored. This is my fault for going through with this! I’m the idiot who keeps letting you in!”
His body froze. “Don’t fucking make it seem like that. Like I’m using you!” His tone nothing but defensive.
“Then what the fuck is it! Huh? Because this isn’t a friendship anymore we fuck and you won’t speak to me unless your horny again!” You snap back,voice trembling.
“You think I don’t care about you!? That I don’t care about our friendship! You agreed to this. We had rules and now you’re taking it out on me!” His jaw tightening. Anger lacing his voice at the accusations being thrown at him.
“I cant keep doing this!” Your voice cracking watching a flicker of guilt flash in his eyes.
“It was never meant to get this far..” He whispers.
“I only agreed to this because I love you! And I have for months! Fuck-” you blurt out
He just stood there. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stared at you.
“I cant keep pretending Lando! I cant I just cant- but I cant keep pretending this isn’t killing me” your voice unsteady,tears threading to spill.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. Those eyes you could never forget looking at you like you had just slapped him.
He said nothing. He walked away. Again.
No goodbye. No explanation. Just the sound of him closing the door behind him. Leaving you stood there heart shattering.
Before curling up on your bed. You didn’t know what you felt.what to do.what was next. Just sobbing into your pillow.
Alone. Again.
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The following week felt like living hell. You ghosted everyone. Distracting yourself with work or just staying home. You were embarrassed.
On occasional. Pietra your best friend would come over. You could never hide anything from her she knew you too well. Aswell as being in the same group as Lando.
Despite your practiced smile she could see through it. She was concerned to say the least. Especially because you would always be there at race weekend she knew Lando always wanted you there so why weren’t you?
Race weekend. How could you forget.
Those clips you had seen on instagram was brutal. But no matter what you still supported him still silently cheering him on as you watched the race in your tv.
He looked fine? Like everything was just peachy.
How could he stand there on tv and look like nothing had happened.
God this was messing with you.
“For me?” Pietra pleads
“No. Not happening!” Putting a mug of coffee infront of her.
“Come y/n..you can’t keep hiding in here” she says huffing
“First off I am not hiding! Second of I like keeping to myself!”
“Listen. Im not going to pressure you into telling me what happened. But shutting everyone out isn’t going to help” her hand going ontop of your hand comforting you. “if you come to the race this weekend you don’t have to speak to him..stay with me.”
“I’ll think about it..” you whisper out.
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There you were. Fake smile. Fake laugh. You stayed by Pietra the whole time trying to avoid the McLaren garage at all times. Any time you heard his name or anything to do with him was like you went into this hyperaware state.
That’s when you felt it. The feeling of someone eyes burning into you while you were trying to talk to Pietra and Ria on the balcony. You couldn’t focus.
That’s when you saw him. Locking eye contact with him from across the balcony. Surrounded by his team laughing at whatever they were saying. The type of eye contact to make chest feel constricted.
You weren’t going to do this. Not with this many people here. not with this crowd. Excusing yourself from Pietra and ria saying you needed the bathroom. Telling them they didn’t need to come with.
Walking past the McLaren garage was the worst. The once garage you sat in supporting him as the race went on.
His hand clamped to your wrist. Not rough but not gentle. He hauls you away to his drivers room ignoring the few curious faces on what he was doing. Not responding to your protests to let go.
Before hauling you into his drivers room the door clicking shut behind you.
“You came..?” He says,his voice tight
“I didn’t come for you!” You snap. “I came for my friends because I’m tired of hiding because you walked out on me like I was nothing.”
“I didn’t walk out because you were nothing.” His jaw clenching.
“..no? Then why’d you walk away huh!? Why didn’t you say anything!” Biting back.
“I didn’t know what to say okay!” Taking a step back but never letting go of your wrist.
“You made me believe I mattered! That every night we shared every kiss could’ve been something! You walked out!” You scoff bitterly.
“I thought if we kept it casual it would be safer. For us. For our friendship! You keep forgetting you agreed to those terms!” Running a hand over his face.
“Safer!? Having sex and holding me like I meant something to you was playing it safe..” you whisper.
His face twisting,like your words had struck a nerve.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” His voice low.
“But you did. And when it got to much you left”
“Y/n..fuck! This is-”
“..your a fucking coward Lando.”
You turn to the door. Eyes glossy “I can’t keep doing this. Being your stupid fuck buddy while you go out and live your life”
Before he can stop you,you pull away from his grip before he can say something that changes your mind. Walking out quickly. hot tears streaming down your face.
Humiliation. Embarrassment. That’s all you could feel once again.
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You didn’t know where you were going. Away. Away from McLaren away from anything that reminded you of Lando.
You felt sick to your core. The argument re playing in your head like some sick kind of torture. His voice replaying in your mind.
Crouching on to some step away from the paddock. You probably looked like some weirdo. You didn’t give a shit to hurt to. Too numb to.
“You okay..?” A soft and steady voice calling out.
Looking up and being greeted by the one and only Charles Leclerc.
You hadn’t really spoken to him a lot. Maybe a few times here and there but he was definitely sweet and handsome.
“Sorry— I didn’t mean to” wiping your tears quickly,embarrassed.
“Don’t worry..” he says sitting beside you. “I’m guessing it’s about Lando..?” He asks.
“How did you-”
“Weren’t exactly quiet..I was just walking past to get back to Ferrari. Not listening in I swear!” Putting his hands up in defence earning a soft laugh from you.
“don’t blame you..” you say quietly.
“..I don’t exactly know..what’s happened..but from what I heard..you deserve more than someone who doesn’t make you feel like a burden..” his eyes studying you.
“It was nothing..really” voice shaky
“I don’t mean to pry..but I’m serious” he nods before handing you a tissue. “It’s clean I promise”
You take his tissue laughing wiping a few tears away.
He just sits there beside you. Listening. No cameras. No pressure. Just there. It was like you were being seen for the first time.
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Footsteps echoing. Asking Pietra and ria if they had seen you making them worry. His voice worried,urgent and uneven like he was ready to break.
Lando rounding the corner before freezing.
You. Charles sitting on the floor beside you saying something stupid enough to get a soft laugh out of you. Lando face twists instantly. Shock? Guilt? Or was jealousy?
He didn’t speak. Breathe uneven. His eyes locked on you laughing not at something he said. Something Charles had said. The same way you laughed at him when he would say something stupid.
You didn’t notice him. Too tucked away into the quietness Charles had offered the type of comfort you had deserved.
His fists clenching at his sides. Swallowing hard.
He didn’t blame you. He deserved this the kind of mockery that he rightfully owned. Watching Charles gently nudge your shoulder. Watching you throw your head back and laugh. The once laugh that was for him.
Turning away before Charles or you can see him. Still hearing your laughter a sound that could’ve, should’ve belonged to him. But to blinded by his stupidness and fear.
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And that’s when the text came through. You phone pinging atleast making you look at it.
Leclerc huh?
God I bet you’re fucking him aswell.
That’s what it is! Your fucking him aren’t you.
It was like the air had been knocked out of you. Like this was a cruel sick joke.
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HOLYYY HELLL THIS WAS SOOO SOO LONG. I’m sorry this is probably so shittt and so long so don’t wonder if it just goes POOF…again spelling may be off. I’m going for a 50 hour nap.
- pairing: Lando Norris x SingerFem!Reader - Warnings: swearing,sexual jokes,Fluff and more fluff. And a side of very very obsessed Lando. - Summary: Lando has made it clear he’s his girlfriend number 1 fan and takes it upon himself to be a menace and let the whole world know that is his superstar girlfriend under her instagram posts..However his girlfriend isn’t any better.
- Face claim: Tate McRae! (My queen.)
Note: trying out a smau on this account not sure if this is any good. This isn’t the best and I have rushed it like always..yikes. Spelling may not be right as I don’t re read. It’s kind of a long one. May delete it.
Enjoyy! Thank you for the all like’s and support my lovely’s! 🫶
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Note: THIS TOOK AGESSS. I got a lil carried awayyy so this might not be great again spelling isn’t my strongest.
